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Made With Love Part 4

OM Brothers & Datables x reader pt.4

Featuring: Diavolo, Barabatos, and Solomon.

MASTERLIST !

Warnings: Love Potion based personality changes, obsessive behaviors, mention of suggestive behavior, lots of teasing, kissing, touching, etc.

A/n: I know it has taken me wayyy too long to post this, but thank you to everyone who has encouraged me to continue this series. I really hope you enjoy this part and chose to come back to read the finale!

The Banquet Hall has exploded into quite the mess. Books and pillows are strewn about the room as Mammon and a still-drying Levi tear through its nooks and crannies with fearful urgency. 

"Keep searching," Lucifer orders his younger brothers from his seat. His symptoms have somewhat subsided, but even in this urgent situation, his Pride would never allow him to be seen recklessly tearing through the castle's cupboards like an idiot. "Beel hasn't eaten anything in hours. Once he recovers, he will devour anything he comes across. If he ends up eating another one of those cookies accidentally, Mc will have even more of a mess to clean up than they currently do. 

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Mammon groans. "This would be a lot easier if I had some help." He mutters the second part under his breath while shooting daggers at Satan and Asmodeus. 

From the loveseat in the corner, The Avatar of Wrath flinches in pain at the slightest noise as he recovers from the Potion's hangover-esque after-effects. A large pillow rests in front of his face, shielding his eyes from the glare of the moonlight that shines through the windows. 

Asmodeus on the other hand, is faring much better than his brother and is just boredly twirling a lock of his champagne colored hair in his fingers. His ability to rally after years of partying has prepared him for this. 

Feeling the three pairs of eyes now resting on him, the Avatar of Lust hides a grin and sinks deeper into his cushion with a dramatic groan. "Oh nooo, I feel soooo sick." He lifts an arm and places the back of his hand on his head in a distressed manner. 

Not caring for his brother's theatrics, Lucifer rolls his eyes and lets out a deep sigh of disappointment. "Stop complaining, Mammon; we have had time to recuperate, and so shall they. "

Before Mammon can complain further about the other's work ethic, Satan mutters something incomprehensible from under his pillow. 

"What was that, Satan?" Lucifer asks, lowering his voice as an act of mercy towards his brother; the Potion affected his head far more than the others, so he cannot help but pity the fourth born for the headache he is feeling.

He removes the pillow to reveal his pained and pale features. "I said Beel is close, and so is Belphie; it seems they are traveling together, so it is safe to say they have both been freed from the love potion."

"Then there is no time to waste," Lucifer declares, crossing his arms. "Double time Mammon. And Leviathan, please stay off the furniture; I'd hate to cause any more damage due to your carelessness."

The Avatar of Envy covers his face in embarrassment as he recalls his earlier interaction with you. And he understands pulling you into the pool with him could've been dangerous, even deadly. His head spins as he tries to think of all the ways he will try and make it up to you.

Mammon drops to a crouch and tears open the cabinet drawers with a start. His worried features brighten into a look of elation as he lunges forward suddenly. "Ah ha, I found 'em." he slides the little plate of sugar cookies out victoriously." That damn Chihuahua must've stashed ‘em here when we were going all crazy for Mc."

"What should we do with them?" Levi asks, "If we throw them away, Beel will just eat them out of the trash."

"We could burn 'em? Ya know? Toss 'em in the fireplace?" Mammon offers, turning his head to the grand fireplace. Enchanted flames dance eagerly within the confines of their stone hearth.

"And make the potion airborne?" Satan questions, narrowing his eyes at the second, and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Absolutely not. You are such an Idiot."

"Seriously Mammon, you do know that you don't have to choose between being pretty and being smart." Asmo quips, "But it would be a good idea to do at least one of them."

Mammon opens his mouth to make some kind of comeback but is interrupted as Lucifer snatches the plate of tainted sugar cookies from him. 

"I will create a temporary solution for these cookies until we have a safe method for disposing of them." He flicks his wrist, and a dark sphere of energy encases the plate as it disappears from view. Mammon lets out an involuntary shudder when he realizes that Lucifer could very well make him disappear like that whenever he feels like it. Maybe he should try and return those records of his he was going to pawn off.

Just as the last of the plate fades away, the Banquet door bursts open, and Beel steps into the room urgently, a napping Belpheghor clinging to his back like a koala.

The Avatar of Gluttony looks famished, there is a ferocious hunger in his eyes that seems to only be searching for sustenance. He doesn't even seem to notice his other brothers are in the room.

"I. Need. Food." he breathes, zeroing in on the full banquet table of treats. The mahogany legs seem to tremble under his hungry gaze as he grabs the nearest platter of sandwiches and begins shoveling them into his mouth. 

The room is silent as they watch Beel chow down on a second try of sandwiches. He even eats the little heart-shaped toothpicks that stick out of the top of the mini brioche rolls.

As the sixth-born reaches for another try, his features look much more pleasant. Lucifer clears his throat to get his attention.

"Glad to see you both have  returned to your usual selves." He says, "Hopefully, you didn't cause Mc too much trouble."

Beel's face takes on an expression of guilt as he lowers the barely conscious Belphegor onto an open chair. 

"I broke a wine bottle, but it's fine. Mc found me and convinced me not to go on a hike." The youngest brother from his seat. He hasn't opened his eyes yet. The pure exhaustion of ignoring his sin and running about the castle has hit him far worse than any symptom would've.

"And why do you look so guilty, Beelzebub?" Satan asks, sitting up a bit straighter in his seat.

"I didn't mean to, but they gave me a piggyback, and I think they overdid it." He says, casting his eyes to the floor. "I'm a lot stronger than they are; I could've really hurt them."

No one has it in them to give Beel a scolding. The kicked-puppy expression on his face says it all. 

"So all Mc has to do is find Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon?" Mammon says, letting out a sigh of relief. "That means this nightmare is almost over."

"While it is true Mc has done a great job finding everyone so far, the others are unpredictable," Lucifer says, crossing his arms. "I hope that they take their time and make sure they are not putting themselves at risk."

"Especially with Simeon," Levi adds with a shiver, "He’s final boss status for sure."

"He was super hot, not gonna lie." Asmo giggles, kicking his feet and tucking his hair behind his ear.

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"Oh, come on, it's gotta be in here somewhere." Luke cries as he finishes searching through another stack of books with no luck. It's like the potion book that Solomon used earlier has vanished into thin air.

His little cherub cheeks are red, his hair is disheveled, and he thinks he has caught a head cold from breathing in all this dust.

"I need water." He murmurs weakly. His knees buckle as he drags himself over to the faucet so he can pour himself a quick drink.

He drinks greedily from his little paper cup, downing the cold water in one gulp and immediately reaching to refill it. This little water break does wonders for the Angel, and he takes a deep breath, ready to continue his quest to find the book and make an antidote for his friends. 

He sets his little cup down on the countertop to use later, and his eyes rest upon something that makes his heart want to break. 

An open recipe book

This cannot be happening…

Luke winces as he timidly lifts the corner of the book to read the cover. Ensure enough, it is the same book he has been searching for for hours.

Instead of being tucked away on some shelf or miscellaneous pile of books, Solomon never actually put this book away, it has been out on the counter in plain sight.

How is it possible that he didn't check here first?

The Angel can feel hot tears of humiliation pulling in his big eyes and he clenches his little fits together so hard he feels like he's about to break the skin.

But he can't cry. How could he?

Back at the castle, you must be subjected to some terrible horrors; he imagines you running through the dark halls of that spooky castle, getting chased until you are out of breath, and then captured by those demons with those creepy heart-shaped eyes. 

He flips through the book, reading with a speed that would make even Satan proud as he looks for an antidote. 

He finds a recipe and wastes no time pulling each ingredient out of Solomon's storage room. He may not know what half of this stuff does, but what he does know is that when all of the stuff comes together, it will create exactly what he needs to break the spell.

Luke begins mashing some herbs with a mortar and pestle, just the way Solomon taught him to do so. He cannot tell if it is the bitter scent of the herbs upsetting his stomach or his own worries.

If he manages to successfully make the antidote, will the others be mad at him for ruining the day?

What if Mc gets hurt? It would be all his fault.

He pours a bit of devil pine sap into the foggy mixture with a sigh. Whatever punishment he is given, he will accept with open arms.

He will do whatever it takes to make it up to you.

Barbatos~

Now you understand how Theseus felt inside of King Minos's labyrinth. All these dark, winding hallways and flickering shadows that just love to play tricks on you have your poor heart beating anxiously in your chest.

Technically, in Greek mythology terms, you have a one-up on Theseus since you have four Minotaurs to "defeat." 

A large cloud covers the moon, sending a shiver down your weary spine as you wonder who you will find next.

The Prince of Hell?

His Trusty Butler, who controls time itself?

The Cunning Human Sorcerer?

Or the Angel the others seem to be very afraid of?

Although you should be scared out of your wits, you are brimming with curiosity as you wonder how your loved ones have changed due to the Love Potions effects. 

Your tired feet drag you down another hallway. Like all the others, it is spotless, and every door is darkened and shut. You scan each one carefully, trying to find any sign someone has wandered through them today with little luck. 

The next thing you know, your steps are interrupted when you kick into something awkwardly and stumble forward, lurching toward the wall and grabbing onto it for support. 

Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself and wearily glance back at whatever it was that you just tripped over.

There, in the middle of the pristine carpet, lies a lone leather shoe. The tense muscles in your back stretch uncomfortably as you crouch down and pick up the obstacle. As you hold it in your hand, you cannot help but notice its style. It's nothing like the shoes you and Asmo see when window shopping down Majolish. It's clearly older but remarkably well-maintained. 

Its old leather is polished with an expert hand, and its dark untied laces sit unmarred by a single fray. These can only belong to Barbatos.

Come to think of it, his chambers are fairly close by. Is it possible that he lost his shoe on the way there?

In a castle as ginormous as this, leads are hard to find, so you and the shoe head off in search of its owner as you play out this little Demonic Cinderella Story.

Barbatos' room contains many dangers, so the fact that his door sits ajar makes your skin crawl. You push the door open gently with one hand and spot the demon resting atop his quilt. 

His legs hang off the mattress, and aside from the shoe currently in your hand, he is completely dressed. Seeing the usually pristine-looking Butler so out of sorts is unfamiliar. You know he often works himself past the point of exhaustion, but you have never seen him look so open, so unguarded.

Love Potion aside, you know he needs a little bit more rest. A gentle smile tugs at your lips as you start across the room and sit on the edge of the bed. Setting his shoe on the nightstand next to you. The mattress dips slightly, but he continues to sleep. His chest rises and falls steadily, and cute little puffs of air escape his open lips.

His cheeks are flushed a soft baby pink color as his body seems to shift magnetically closer to you. He may not be conscious, but he definitely is aware of your presence.

"Mmnnnm Mc," his sleep-addled voice murmurs as his hand stretches blindly across the mattress to brush yours. The minimal contact is just enough to stir him. His Green eyes blink open sleepily; you see your reflection in his heart-shaped pupils as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

In an instant, he gently tugs you into his chest. It's far warmer than it normally is as he settles you both deeper into the mattress. "Mc," he yawns fondly. "I was just dreaming about you. I knew you would come to see me." 

"I hope you don't mind me letting myself in," you say softly, using your unoccupied fingers to busy themselves with fixing his bedhead. "But I believe I found something of yours." You jerk your head toward the shoe you found earlier with a smile. 

"Oh, that troublesome thing," he chuckles, his lids growing heavier by the second. "Earlier, I just felt so fatigued I chose to simply kick it off."

"In the middle of the Hallway? That's unlike you."

"It's silly, but~" he yawns and leans into your touch. "I simply do not care for trivial things such as messes and responsibilities. All I need is you. Please come rest with me."

His words seem to form a lasso around your heart; it pulls you towards him instantly. "I suppose a few moments of rest wouldn't hurt." You chuckle, leaning back onto the mattress. Barbatos clings to you eagerly, snuggling into you for warmth. A look of pure contention lies on his face.

Butler's bed is remarkably comfortable. The mattress and quilt are stuffed with some kind of otherworldly feather. Simply laying down upon them is a decadence. You imagine that if you knew you had a bed as heavenly as this to return to at the end of the night, you would work as hard as he does to earn the pleasure.

All of your aches and pains seem to melt away in the butler's arms. With each breath he takes, he seems to bring you closer to him.

He can barely keep his eyes open. Seeing him in a state of exhaustion is fascinating. "You must've been exhausted," you say aloud. "You work way too hard, Barbatos."

"I'm a fool." he yawns. "I have wasted so much of my existence doing chores when all I should've been doing is laying here with you. This blissful feeling is incomparable. We should stay here forever."

"Forever is a long time," you murmur, toying with his gloved fingertips. "You may get tired of laying around all the time."

"Not if I'm with you," he yawns again. The dreamy lift in his voice kinda creeps you out, but the Butler is too enthralled by the spell to notice the shiver that crawls down your spine.

"Let's just lay here and watch the dust float around us as we bask in the pleasure of each other's warmth."

Okay…. That's it.

Although these uncharacteristic words may have escaped his drowsy mouth, that is not the real Barbatos speaking. He may need to rest more, but you know that you have to break this spell on him as soon as possible.

"That sounds amazing," you lie in a soft voice. "If we are to spend forever like this, can I at least have a kiss goodnight?"

The offer of a kiss is enough to get him to pry open his eyes. "Of course, you may. I apologize for not doing so earlier." His movements are slow and perhaps the most uncoordinated yet as he tries to scoot closer to you. Sitting up is a challenge for him, but when he finally succeeds in doing so, he can barely keep his head up. A silly smile rests on his face as he leans in to try and place a kiss on your lips, but thanks to the effects of the Potion, he almost completely misses your mouth, only managing to kiss the corner of your lips. 

Like Lucifer, it only takes a few seconds and the briefest contact of lips on the skin to break the spell. His eyes go wide, and his posture returns to perfect as he springs from his bed in alarm. 

"My goodness, Mc, what time is it?" he breathes, smoothing out a wrinkle from his quilt and fluffing the pillow anxiously. "I fear I have failed in my duties as a butler, how fares the celebration?"

You look at him nervously, worried that if you say the wrong thing, you'll send him into a heap of distress. He works too hard to plan these parties for them to end up the way they do. "Lucifer and his brothers are back in the banquet hall, recovering from the effects of the spell you were under. Apparently, only I can lift the effects, so I need to find Solomon, Simeon, and Diavolo." 

He nods solemnly, "I see, so the young master is still entranced. There is no time to waste if the Devildom were to see him in this…well…. State, It could cause quite the uproar." His cheeks flush a barely noticeable pink color as he recalls his earlier actions before clearing his throat. "The crown should not have to shoulder this sort of embarrassment; allow me to accompany you in retrieving him and the others."

"While I appreciate the offer, I'm afraid I'll have to refuse. Everyone is acting so unpredictably that I'd hate for anything to happen. I promise I have this handled."

His eyes flash with disappointment, but it quickly fades and a smile more genuine than his usual polite one shines at you reassuringly. He takes your hand and gently presses his lips to the back of it. "I understand, if that is your wish, I will do as you say. Please know that I believe in you wholeheartedly."

"Thank you, Barbatos," you say, taking in his slightly paler skin. The after-effects of the Potion must be hitting him about now. "I do have a favor I would like to ask you."

His eyes are full of wisdom and adoration as he looks at you with his usual round pupils. "Of course, what is your request? I would gladly do anything you ask of me."

You smile devilishly, "it would mean a lot to me if you would take some time and rest. You work far too hard, and I can tell that you aren't feeling your best."

He looks shocked, "but the mess."

"Can be taken care of later. But for now, please return to the banquet hall and do something good for yourself."

He takes a deep breath and relents. "If that is what you wish, I suppose I could partake in a little bit of what Asmodeus calls 'self-care.'"

"That's what I like to hear." You grin as he escorts you to the door. Just before you exit, you feel his presence behind you. The gesture is tender. He places a Soft kiss on the top of your head.

"Thank you for always caring about my well-being." He murmurs, "I pride myself in being good at many things, But tending to my own needs has never been one of them. It touches my heart that you continuously take the time to worry about me."

"And it makes me feel good to know that you allow me to care for you," you respond, wrapping your arms around the Butler; you feel him relax in your hold as he lets out a soft chuckle, wondering what this demon did to deserve your love.

Diavolo~

You may not be a world-class detective, but you have a hunch…

If Barbatos ended up returning to his bedroom after getting spelled, maybe someone found their way into Diavolo's quarters. 

Surely, someone would want to enjoy the amenities the Prince of Hell's bedroom has to offer, especially if they aren't thinking the clearest at the moment. 

You haven't even reached his massive double doors when your suspicions are confirmed. The shuffles of heavy footsteps seem to pace back and forth anxiously. You can tell from the light flickering under the door frame that someone is standing just on the other side of the darkened oak doors. 

You hold your breath and curiously press your ear against the wood to try and make out who is waiting for you. But your cheek had barely brushed the surface of the wood when the doors (that may not have been completely shut) swings open, and you tumble forward into the Prince's bedroom, letting loose a surprised screech that surely would put a banshee to shame. 

Your limbs are sprawled across the deep red carpet when you make eye contact with the heart-shaped pupils of none other than Lord Diavolo himself. Upon seeing you on the ground, his features twist and worry, and in an instant, he strives over to you.

"MC, you poor thing." he looks so concerned for your well-being that the mighty demon trembles as he looks you over. "Are you hurt?"

"Not at all," you laugh, placing your hands on either side of your body to try and hoist yourself up to a less humiliating seated position but he stops you hurriedly.

"Please, don't move." he pleads, lowering his hand as if he were speaking to an injured animal. "I need to check you for injuries. I once read that humans who are injured can enter a state of shock." His golden gaze scans you worriedly, and you feel your skin growing warm from the attention.

"Dia, it was just a little fall," you say, trying your best to comfort the Prince. "I promise I'm unharmed."

"Are you sure?" he breathes. You may have been the one to take a tumble, but he is the one who looks in pain. His arms are painfully tense at his sides, as if he needs to hold you close, but the potions hold on him is quite different. Instead of smothering you with affection like the others, it seems that he is lovingly devoted to your well-being.

"I promise everything is fine," you say, once again, reassuring the frazzled noble and allow him to help you to your feet. His touch is much warmer than normal, but he handles you as if you are made of glass. 

"I see, I am relieved you were not injured." he says seriously, "now tell me, what can I do to assist you?"

"Assist me?" You parrot, unsure of what he means by those words.

"Yes, I wish to assist you in whatever it is you ask of me." He says seriously. His posture is rigid, almost as if he is waiting for something to do. "What have you been doing?"

"Oh, I've just been walking around, you know, trying to find everybody. That's pretty much been my day so far." You chuckle.

When his eyes widen an alarm, you realize that maybe you shouldn't have told him that. in an instant, he scoops you into his arms. "you have been walking for hours? Please, you have been doing too much lately, allow me to take care of you so you can relieve your body of any stress it may be feeling."

He carries you over to his bed and text you gingerly underneath the covers. His brow is furrowed as he fusses over the wrinkles. his voice is too soft for you to make out what he is saying, but you think it's something about how he needs to care for you.

"Diavolo, please, I promise I'm fine. Could you please just sit down with me for a moment." You say, giving him a little pout. "I feel like I haven't gotten to see you all day."

"I'll be just a moment My Love; your voice sounds a little weak; have you had water today? Humans don't drink nearly enough water as they should, and that includes you."

Shit…

Potion or not he's got you there. 

You sit back and watch as he stumbles across the room to pour you a cool glass of water. His uncoordinated movements must be due to the potion's effects. As he walks back, he splashes a few drops of water onto the ground but is too focused on you to care about the mess he made.

"Here, drink Love." he says, holding the edge of the half-filled glass to your lips. As you drink, he smiles, feeling accomplished. The water is magically cool and you taste its slight citrus flavor as you gulp it down.

When you finish your glass, he takes it from you and sets it down on the nightstand, you could've done that yourself, but he seems to be enjoying waiting on you like your own personal butler. But as nice as it is to be fussed over sometimes, you hate how worried he is over the smallest things. 

You miss the real him.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asks, his little heart eyes shining in admiration as he sits on the edge of the bed. 

"Actually, there is something…" you say in the most innocent voice you can muster.

"Of course, whatever it is you want, I will get it to you." he says instantly; there is a hunger in his expression that yearns for a request to leave your cute little mouth.

"Could I please have a kiss?"

"Oh, of course." he says quickly, his eagerness betrays him as he cups your face tenderly "I apologize for my neglectful behavior. It would be my pleasure to steal away your breath."

And that he does. He goes in softly as if he is afraid of his own strength, but his fear leaves him quickly as he comes to his senses, allowing you to drown in the slight honey taste of his lips. The real him knows that you can handle a steamy make-out session or two.

He pulls away and looks remarkably well. His loud laughter fills the room as he pulls you to his chest in a firm hug. "Well, that was certainly an interesting feeling, I apologize if my behavior unsettled you earlier."

Now that he is back to his usual self, you find yourself relaxing immensely. "I am glad you're back to normal, although I did appreciate you taking care of me."

Although his skin doesn't flush in embarrassment you can tell from the way he clears his throat you have flustered him. "Well, if I am being honest, my behavior wasn't completely due to the." he pauses and looks at you questioningly. "spell? 

"Love Potion."

"Ahh I see." he smiles knowingly. "I thought so. Anyways there has always been a part of me that has wanted to be seen by you as someone who can take care of you."

"But you do take care of me," you say, placing your hand on top of his. "You do so much for me and make me feel so loved."

"I just feel that I only express my Love for you with grandiose gestures. It's wonderful to show everyone just how much I care for you, but I wish that I could do more of the little things the others do." he frowns "There has always been a part of me that envy's the way the others get to do the little things for you. Such as cooking you your favorite meal from the human world or stopping by the market to pick you up something you forgot to cross from your shopping list. I think that this little desire of mine was twisted beyond recognition when I consumed that love potion earlier. And I apologize If I caused you any trouble."

"It is no trouble at all. "You say suddenly, your heart swelling with admiration and a newfound perspective into the mind and heart of the Prince.  "Dia, I love you, and I think you express yourself wonderfully. We may not get to spend as much time together as we wish, but you do plenty for me in those little moments too. The grass isn't always greener on the other side and I'm sure the others envy you as well. After all, you are pretty darn wonderful."

His eyes light up as he absorbs your words; neither of you was anticipating a heart-to-heart today, but there it was. Looking much recovered, he smiles and has a devilish look in his eyes. "Speaking of the others, how many of us have you broken the spell on so far?"

"all except Solomon and Simeon," you reply. "the others are waiting in the banquet hall and recovering from some negative side effects. Are you feeling alright?"

"I am perfectly well. It's strange, but I don't feel fatigued at all. Perhaps this will be the perfect opportunity to observe the others. I recall how Lucifer, in particular, was acting earlier, and I would very much love to tease him about it. Barbatos too."

Laughter spills from your lips until it brings tears to your eyes. "That is all on you, if you wish to tease them I won't stop you but you should know that my lips are sealed. Barbatos and Lucifer can be scary when they are mad, they may decide to get revenge."

In response to your lack of gossip, Diavolo gives you a rather un-princely pout. "I suppose you're right, I must do this part myself. But before I go, will you please indulge me and allow me to kiss you once more?"

His request makes you giggle as your heart flutters. Although you still have a job to do, you find yourself nodding eagerly. A pleased smirk appears on his honey-tasting lips as he strides closer and closer to you. After all, you could never say no to the Prince?

Solomon~

'Two to go! Two to go!  Two to go! Let's go!'

You chant this cheerful little mantra softly under your breath as you walk through the halls with a pep in your step. Soon, you will be able to go to the banquet hall, play some party games, and eat some of Barbatos' amazing cooking.

Although today isn't exactly what you hoped it would be, this twisted little scavenger hunt is one you will never forget.

You find yourself down one of the narrower hallways the servants use. Unlike the room meant for entertaining noble demons of all shapes and sizes, these doors are much smaller and closer together. Each one houses items like extra china, party decorations, and cleaning supplies. You recall coming down here with Barbados a few times to grab supplies for one of Diavolo's spur-of-the-moment celebrations.

Although it's faint, you hear a sound that seems to come from somewhere behind you. You spin on a dime and squint your eyes to try and see better, but no one is there.

Curiously you keep your steps light so as to not make a sound and walk past a lonely looking supply closet. You hear the unstable sound of wood against stone and lightly grab the handle. taking a deep breath for courage, you twist the cold metal handle and throw it open. 

Solomon sits cross-legged on the ground next to some fallen broom handles. His snow-white hair is unruly, as if he had worriedly ran his hands through it over and over again. Beneath his heavy red blush, his fair skin seems paler than normal as he looks at you, but quickly becomes too shy and covers his eyes before you can see the hearts. 

"Sol, what are you doing in here all by yourself?" You ask gently, sweeping aside the hand the wooden handles that had fallen on top of him. 

"H-hiding," he murmurs, tucking his knees to his chest. 

"Who are you hiding from Sol?"

His response is so soft that if you didn't have all of your attention focused on the man cowering in front of you, you would've missed it. "I'm hiding from you…"

Your heart sinks at his words, and your weary head begins to spin with doubt. What if the feelings you have for him are not reciprocated to the degree required to break the spell? What if he is not truly in love with you? Is there someone else whose image spills from his heart and floods his mind?

All these questions that dizzy your mind compel you to your eloquent response. "Oh. I see." You try your best to hide your emotional turmoil, but you can't help it. You frown and can't bring yourself to look at him. "Is there someone else you want to see instead?"

His eyes go wide, and he leans toward you frantically. If anything, he looks offended that you would even ask that. "No, no, no. I don't want to see anyone else."

"Then why were you hiding from me then?" you ask, crossing your arms. 

He casts his eyes to the ground, "I-I just don't deserve to see you right now, not after what I have done." 

This is not the Solomon you are used to. The handsome and cunning sorcerer who loves to make your heart race has been tucked away. The man in front of you seems to be aware that he is partially responsible for the current predicament you are in. But the Potion seems to be making him more than a bit timid. You want to make him feel at least a little bit better about himself before you break the spell, but you have to do it carefully. 

"Sol, I could never hate you," you say, reaching your hand out to help your fellow human to their feet, but he stubbornly shakes his head and cowers away from you.

"C-can't," he whispers, shaking his head. "I can't do it."

"Sol? What can't you do?" you ask gently. You feel your face scrunching up in confusion as you couch down to his eye level and try to make him look at you. 

"I-if I touch you or say your name, I'll go all blank and embarrass myself in front of you, and you'll hate me forever."

"Hate you?" you repeat those words softly. "Solomon, why would I ever hate you? I love you."

Those three little words are tempting enough to compel the human to look at you. Finally, you get a glimpse of those heart shaped pupils that have adjourned everyone else so far, but it breaks your heart to see that his eyes are full of tears. 

"B-because I ruined your day…again. I swear it was an accident. I never thought Luke would use a bowl from my lab, but he did, and now all I know is that you're gonna hate me forever, and it breaks my heart because I love you so so so so much," his wails despair bounce off the walls of the tiny closet.

It's strange to see the usually wise and confident sorcerer reduce to an ashamed, blubbering mess, but you can't take it anymore. You launch yourself into his arms and hold him as tight as you can.

He leans into your touch and tightens his grip as if you're about to turn into smoke and disappear. "It's not your fault." you murmur pulling one of your hands free from his hold to gently rub comforting circles into his back. "It's actually not that bad."

"It's not?" he sniffles, meeting your gaze.

"Not at all," you say brightly. "I have found almost everyone and was able to break the spell that was on them. Almost everyone is back in the banquet hall resting up. If anything, you made today unintentionally more memorable. I got to explore more of the castle, spend some time with everyone one-on-one, and got to see some sides of everyone I didn't know existed."

"Is that true?" he asks, visibly relaxing amongst the brooms and buckets. When you nod, he looks like he's about to go over the moon. For the first time since you've seen him, he gives you a little lovesick grin.

His smile warms your heart and eases your conscience, which means it's time to get down to business. "Hey Sol, would it be all right if I gave you a kiss?"

The human opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out; as his brain tries to spill out a response, you wait patiently, enjoying the fact that, for once, you are the one who renders him speechless and not the other way around. Eventually, he decides that nodding would suffice as an appropriate answer, and you give him a little peck. He's already so overwhelmed you wouldn't want to do too much.

Pulling back, you watch his handsome features as he regains his sense of self. After a moment, he blinks away the heart in his eyes and is a bit confused as to why he has tracks running down his face.

"Oh my. Was I crying?" he asks; the look on your face tells all, and he looks a bit embarrassed. "I apologize Mc, I never would want you to see me in such a state of vulnerability, but I fear that this is my punishment for the current predicament we find ourselves in."

He is taking far too much blame, and being one who often finds themselves in an overly apologetic position, you feel for him. "I know you Solomon." You say, "This wasn't your fault, but I know that you want to take more than your fair share of the blame out of guilt. At this point, the only thing we can do is not let this little accident ruin our day and move on."

He smiles, spurred by your kind words. "Once again, you're right. Sometimes, I feel that you are the teacher and I am your student. I find myself learning much about myself in your presence."

"Hmmm, is that all you think of our relationship?" you ask, looking at him coyly. "Student and Teacher?"

Your question brings a smirk to the cunning sorcerer's lips as he grabs your chin, tilting it upwards and leaning in close. His breath fans your skin as his lips ghost over yours. You pout, waiting for his kiss to consume you, but it never comes. "As much as I wish to have you all to myself, there is more work to be done. Isn't there Mc?"

"Work?" you ask, too entranced by the Sorcerer's proximity to think clearly, and you can tell by his wicked smirk that he is loving it. "Oh, right. I have to find Simeon."

At the mention of the lone cursed party guest, you see his posture go rigid. "Is Simeon all you have left?"

"That's right," you should feel proud of yourself, but it's hard to do so when you see the worry in the man's eyes. 

"Please be careful, Mc," he warns. "The Potion that I created has never been tested on Angel's before. Although the details are foggy, I recall the drastic change in Simeon's behavior. It could be possible that the Potion had a stronger effect on him than the others."

Your stomach lurches as you take in his grave expression. "So what are you saying?"

"What I am saying is that a kiss may not be enough to cancel out the effects of the potion on Simeon."

Tagging: In the comments because there were wayyy to many of you! Thank you so much!!!

[orphicsun]

–FRENZY: SEVIKA.

“𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭—𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐛 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.”

🗡 .ᐟ 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 / 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.

warnings: mild descriptions of gore below (vampires, town slaughters and mentions of bodies, etc). mentions of religion. set in 1880s since it is based off of older vampire/gothic media like dracula, carmilla, frankenstein, nosferatu, etc. if content like this makes you uncomfortable, do not read. this is a work in progress.

a/n: this is a PROLOGUE that doesn't mention sevika or reader, i know i know. it's simply to set the mood before i jump straight into the 'vampire hunter falls in love with vampire' trope.

OUT NOW!

PROLOGUE / TEASER.

London-born girls playfully roll their eyes at the mention of razor-sharp teeth impaling their necks, and the boys chase them around, laughing as they pretend to be such malevolent creatures. It is all what the populus deems as purely an ‘urban myth.’ Vampires, they say, are most likely not real. Ask anyone–stop them on the street and say, “do you believe in vampires?” The answers of those who wear bustling skirts and rib-binding corsets, the ones who place hats with funny-looking feathers sticking out of them onto their heads each morning, and whose husbands come from old money, extravagant suit and tie, will say that vampires are nothing but fantasy. They are simply illusory, you will hear them state in a posh, low voice.

If you ask the people who commute from villages in raggedy, stained clothes, the ones who haul sacks of wheat like wary farmers, or the ones who live in run-down rookeries will themselves through back-breaking labor in factories that mass produce both textile and the most toxic smog, will instead insist that vampires should be feared. They will grab onto your shoulders like beggars and insist for you to stay far away from the villages, the villages in which are most targeted, where bodies laid to rest with fangs pierced on the sides of their necks.

You need not ask the religious folk. They are the worst of all, claiming that vampires are possessed, dead souls that are only blood-thirsty. They hold meetings in which they utter shouts and distressed cries in the name of all is holy, stressing the cross that will keep all from eternal damnation; of course, the only other eternal damnation other than the rings of hell in which poor souls are banished is at the hands, or better yet, fangs of the demons that will leave you writhing with hunger. Such hunger is unnatural, every sin may be committed by the hands of a vampire. They seduce the men and drain their bodies dry, such an act of lust. They feed on amounts that should not be consumed by any vessel, a gluttonous performance. They take glory in their kills, may even leave poor humans physically unrecognizable: pride. Vampires only lounge in shelter when they’re not busy slaughtering innocent souls, such laziness known as sloth. Vampires’ emotions are such heightened things, anger possessing them to the brink of slaughtering entire towns of farmers and merchants, all purely the wretched sin of wrath. And vampires’ hatred for humans must stem from something that can only be envy, for their souls are bound by Satan himself. And lastly but most ridiculously, the church insists that vampires are greedy creatures that care not for the emotions of life, but instead for castles and dark, pricey dresses.

However, those London-born girls and boys who giggle as they prance around, the joyous chants to be heard down the streets of Britain’s busiest city, have yet to admit the chills that run through their lapis lazuli veins when they speak upon the word “vampire.” For in secret, the deep-seated terror infests itself in their souls and haunts their spirits like a nightmare that could come to life at any second. Oh, may God take pity on their churning stomachs and their frenzied prayers to his name. May their skin remain unpierced and their soul remain pure when they awake.

[demonvibez]

[Yandere] Mammon ♡

Rating: Mature [MDNI] Tags: dark content, possessiveness, fighting, stalking, implied murder, smut, gn body parts, penetration mentions, cock warming, semi public sex, changed canon events Word Count: 1.4k+ A/N: I love yans and I love Mams soooo...here we are lol. Happy Birthday to my favorite greedy demon ♡ Mammoney!

♡ Yandere Mammon, who has been by your side since the very first day you dropped into the Devildom.

-> He didn't think much of you at first - a mere hassle dropped onto his plate by his Prideful elder brother. But it doesn't take long for the Avatar of Greed to become completely obsessed with you.

-> He actually made Lucifer give him your file ahead of time, wanting to size up how much trouble you'd be and see what kinda wealth you'd be bringing him. When his golden eyes landed on your picture though, a new sense of greed wrapped itself around his heart, and he knew he just had to have you.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who is a hell of a lot smarter than his brothers give him credit for.

-> He's the one that actually planted the seed in Leviathan's mind that you should make a pact with Mammon in the first place. Paying his debt to the Third Born was worth having the chance to cement himself as your first pact mate - which he always uses to his advantage.

-> Any situation you find yourself in, Mammon manipulates his way to get access to you - whether it's his usual antics (like him 'whining' about being your first man), or even some of his more greedy tricks like bribery, you'll always find him right next to you. There are even times he uses the pact to summon himself to you, and convinces you that it was subconsciously your idea because you always need him by your side - 'Ya know I was tasked to protect ya after all, treasure.'

-> On the rare occasion that Mammon can't be with you at the moment, he sends his murder of crows to look after you - especially even when you're with one of his brothers. His feathered familiars keep an eye on you no matter the realm, and they diligently report back to their Master with any findings.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose greed for you knows no bounds.

-> Whenever you're with one of his brothers, he finds a way to squeeze himself in. He gives them a look of warning - he wouldn't necessarily kill one of his brothers, but they might find themselves befalling serious misfortune if they don't back off from you. 

-> He doesn't afford that same luxury to strangers, though. Sure, he may start off with the warning of bad luck, each demon that gets too close to you suddenly finding themselves penniless. But if they still don't get the hint between that and Mammon's death glare, then he'll be sure to follow them home and have a nice chat with them later - just be sure to kiss his bruised and bloody knuckles when he comes home and lies about it.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who wants nothing more than to hoard you to himself like a rare Devildom treasure - because that's what you are to him.

-> He absolutely took Beelzebub's custard on purpose, knowing your room would get demolished in the process. Before Lucifer could make you move into Beel's room however, Mammon spots Satan and ropes him into the scene, knowing he would get triggered by the First Born and escalate the situation worse. Fists get thrown between Pride and Wrath, and Mammon uses the opportunity to steal you away to his room.

-> You pretty much live in his room now - he's replaced your destroyed belongings and given you space in his own closet. You don't notice a few of your things still going missing occasionally - and you definitely don't notice the secret door in the back of his closet, leading to the shrine he's made of you, your missing items adorning the altar.

-> Something else you fail to notice, is how he prolongs the reconstruction of your bedroom. It first started with him just tearing down the current work being done to rebuild it - that is, until he got the idea that if he started picking off the construction demons one by one, it'd surely slow down production. It was quite messy work at first, until he remembered his little brother was the Avatar of Gluttony who has never left a scrap of food behind.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who despite wanting you all for himself, still loves to show you off as 'His' to any and everyone.

-> He may be the Avatar of Greed, but he absolutely loves making people jealous - he wants them to covet what he owns, especially when it comes to you. He buys you revealing outfits that cost a pretty Grimm, just to dress you up and parade you around the city on his arm.

-> His public displays of affection for you are constant - there's not a single being in the Devildom that hasn't seen the way his hands grab your body, the way he presses his lips to your neck. And when he gives you gifts, he makes sure to do it in front of other people, so they can see the way you look at him and kiss him on the lips so lovingly. 

♡ Yandere Mammon, who toys with how much luck you have in order to keep himself as close to you as possible.

-> Some days Mammon feels you aren't giving him enough attention, and you suddenly find yourself having the worst luck - bad grades, failed cooking, accidental injuries. And there Mammon is, right there by your side with open arms, ready to care for you like the perfect boyfriend that he is.

-> Other days, Mammon spoils the hell outta you - with all that good luck on your side, you suddenly find that you won a ton of Grimm from some Devilgram contest you don't remember entering, and he's convincing you to go away to the beach for a week, just the two of you.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who infects those around him with greed in order to move along his own hidden agenda.

-> He talks his way into going to your meeting with Lord Diavolo, despite Lucifer also being there. All it took was a little greed and a few well placed words to convince them to give you a permanent citizenship in the Devildom, despite all of their earlier reservations. The elder demons later side eye Mammon, but he just throws his hands up, insisting he couldn't possibly be that powerful and doing his best to hide his smugness.

-> He uses this ability on his brothers as well - usually either on Satan, Asmodeus or Belphegor. Whenever he isn't getting his way, he infects one (or multiple) of them with his greed, standing back with an arm around your shoulder and his signature smirk on his face as he hears his brothers argue with Lucifer for him - his brothers already love you, so they don't think too much about it.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose obsession with you fills him with an inherent need to mark you as his.

-> He needs everyone to see that you belong to him. It starts off innocently, with him giving you gifts of jewelry and insisting you wear them. Some of the jewelry very obviously brandish his sigil and symbols, but little did you know, the other pieces have secret inscriptions to let other demons know that you're his.

-> And of course he put his pact mark somewhere obvious, in a spot you couldn't hide it. 'Why would ya wanna hide it, anyways?!'

-> He also loves to bite - why wouldn't ya want his adorable fang marks on the side of your neck? He'll take any chance he can get to add another permanent little mark of his on you - without hurting you too much, of course.

♡ Yandere Mammon, whose greed seeps into every fiber of his being as he passionately fucks you into his mattress.

-> You don't miss the way he chants 'Mine' over and over like a prayer as he roughly thrusts into you - the way his rings dig into your flesh as he holds you too tightly through your shared orgasms, silently vowing to never let you go.

-> He pours greed into your pact in order to hear you beg for him - your own avarice causing you to cock warm him even after you've both fallen asleep, so full of his sin you can't stand the thought of separating.

-> Sometimes he's so needy for you that he can't wait until the two of you get home - he'll pull you into a storage closet or an empty classroom and start having his way with you - he doesn't even care if someone hears the two of you, in fact he almost wishes they would. Knowing he's the only one that can have you this way makes him want to pound you against the wall that much harder.

♡ Yandere Mammon, who will stop at nothing to keep you forever.

"Ya don't know just how much ya mean to me, treasure. I'm never lettin' ya go."

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[clumsydolly]

The Morningstar's Shadow

The Fall - Wrath's perspective

The Fall from grace after the Celestial war.

Warnings⚠️: Kinda angsty! A tiny bit gorey with mentions of blood! A tiny bit of body horror nothing too much though! I'm still trying to figure out how to work on this app! Probably spelling mistakes.

Falling.

It was all he knew.

The wind howled around them, tearing at their bodies as they plummeted. It was not a fall of grace, not a gentle descent—no, this was a punishment, a violent rejection, a casting away from everything they had ever known.

And Satan was born into it.

He existed before he even had the chance to understand what existing meant. He was there, standing tall, as if he had always been. But he hadn’t. One moment ago, there was only Lucifer, and then there was him. He had not grown. He had not developed. He had erupted into being. His form took shape from the searing heat of his creator’s wrath, forged from something that burned so brightly it could rival Heaven’s own light.

And in that moment, he knew nothing except rage.

Lucifer was holding him. Satan didn’t recognize the being’s face yet—his vision blurred, the wind sharp and cruel against his skin—but he saw the wings. Once so pure, so divine, now blackening at the edges like paper caught in a flame. The once-holy light of his halo was melting into gold-hot ruin, dripping away like wax. It hurt to look at. And it infuriated him.

Why?

Why was he angry?

Satan didn’t understand the depths of his own emotions yet, only that they surged within him like a storm. He was burning with fury, but he didn’t know why.

And then—memories.

Not his own.

Flashes of light, of warmth, of laughter. A girl—a woman—gentle hands, a soothing voice. He knew her. Their sister. Lilith. He felt the love she gave, the hope in her heart. He felt the moment she was taken from them. The sound of the arrow piercing flesh. The scream that split the sky.

He felt the war.

It had begun with whispers. A dissatisfaction that spread like ink through celestial halls. Lucifer, the brightest of all, had looked upon the world and seen flaws. Manipulation. Hypocrisy. Imperfections. A design that he, the Morning Star, had believed should be corrected. He had questioned, then resisted, then rebelled. He had spoken of freedom, of divinity unshackled.

And for that, he had been betrayed.

Michael had led the charge. Brother against brother. Blades of light clashed against spears of shadow. The ground of Heaven trembled beneath their war cries. For his brothers that fell beside him, his true brothers, Lucifer had burned brighter, his fury igniting the very air around him. But the tide had turned. They had lost. To be fair they were fighting all of heaven.

But Lilith—she had paid the price.

Satan felt it now, the moment her light had gone out. The grief that had shattered something deep inside Lucifer, something so raw and unbearable that it had given Satan form.

He wasn’t just made from wrath.

He was made from loss.

And now they were falling.

Satan looked down. He saw her—a figure limp, descending faster than them. He knew, somehow, that she would never open her eyes again. He felt nothing but fire, an unrelenting inferno consuming him from the inside out. He clenched his fists, shaking, but he had no words yet—only raw, wordless hatred that made his vision blur red.

He looked back at Lucifer.

For a moment, he saw his own reflection in those burning red eyes. Grief, rage, regret—it was all there, the same emotions Satan felt.

It was unbearable. It was disgusting.

It was his fault.

Satan’s body trembled with the force of his own fury. His creator. His predecessor. The being he had come from. The one who had fought, the one who had lost, the one who had brought them all down with him.

Lucifer’s pride had led to this moment. His rebellion had failed. And now they were nothing.

The Morning Star lost. Wasn’t he supposed to be powerful? All-knowing? God's first creation? The highest ranking Seraphim? He had created him, after all, and yet—Lilith was gone. Their sister was more than dead.

No.

Satan didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be an extension of Lucifer, a twisted reflection of something greater. He despised the thought. He wanted to be his own person.

But as they fell, he could still feel it—the lingering connection, the weight of something unfinished, something that tied him to Lucifer’s very existence.

And he hated it.

He opened his mouth to scream, to demand an answer, but the wind stole his voice.

So he did the only thing he could.

He burned.

But so did they.

The other fallen.

The 5 around him and Lucifer. In tears. In pain. In agony.

Falling beside them.

They were changing. Into something they weren’t before. Into what he was.

They fell as the sky quickly darkened, their celestial forms twisting, warping. Light gave way to shadow, golden halos melting into molten ruin. Lucifer’s transformation was the most violent of all. His radiant form blackened, cracking like glass under the weight of divine wrath.

Horns tore through his skull, curling like a crown of damnation. The remnants of his halo dripped down his face, branding his flesh with trails of molten gold. His wings burning as they slowly turn to something dark as obsidian. The same color wings that were around Satan. The former Morningstar's scream was silent—devoured by the wind, by the fall, by the judgment that had already been cast.

Satan saw it all.

And he swore.

He swore he would never be like Lucifer.

He would never be just a fragment of someone else. He would never be weak. He would never be unprepared. He would never not know.

He would know everything there is to know.

He would never lose like Lucifer did.

He would never get his siblings hurt like Lucifer did.

He would never not know things.

If Lucifer knew enough, none of this would have happened. If he did better their sister wouldn't have been dead, they wouldn't be falling, and he wouldn't have been born.

Michael must have won cause they had knowledge.

Knowledge must be power.

He was Satan.

The Avatar of Wrath.

He would never be Lucifer.

And he would make sure Lucifer never forgot it.

Bonus:

If Satan looked back toward the heavens, he would see angels standing at the ready, spears and arrows drawn, watching the fallen with unreadable expressions. Their faces showed no sorrow, no regret—only duty. They were prepared to strike should the fallen attempt to return, not that they could. Not when their bodies were broken from battle, their forms twisting into something unrecognizable. Not when their wings were gone.

And yet, even as rage consumed him, as his thoughts burned with hatred for the one who led them here, a single presence stood out. A lone figure against the brilliance of the heavens. A single angel still reaching for them.

At the speed they were falling, he was no more than a dot in the distance, but Satan could still see him—his blue eyes filled with grief, his voice lost in the wind as he called out for them, for him, the Morningstar.

Dark skin fighting against the other angles trying to pull the angle back into the gates of heaven.

The angel’s outstretched hand trembled, desperate to catch what was already beyond his grasp. His screams were swallowed by the skies as he watched his brothers, his closest friends, his best friend, disappear into the abyss.

And then, the angle was gone from view. Forced back into the heavens.

In his memories, the ones that weren't really his Satan couldn't remember the angle's name, but remembers his face. The angles face that is. His face, so often calm and composed, was twisted with anguish. In Satan's memories the most recent one of this angle he saw a fight between this angle and Lucifer. Anger, sadness hurt, regret, betrayal was all in the fight with both of them yelling at each other leaving the blue eyed angle sobbing as the red eyed angle walked away. And unfortunately that would be the the last interaction they had before the war.

The heavens remained as they were, perfect in appearance, but stained with betrayal, regret, and wrath.

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[bloody-teared-angel]

The Sins are underused and plain just wasted

TW: Talk about SA, r*pe and a*use

And it hurts so bad yk?

First fumble is that we'll probably never get all 7 Deadly Sins in the same room (Lucifer in HH the rest in HB) - which already puts a damper on a lot of things.

Bee being disgusted by Mammon was already talked about but I'm going to bring it up again. Bee being disgusted with Mammon is not only hypocritical but downright stupid. Bee should be high on serotonin (since she feeds off of vibes) since Mammon was overindulging on unhealthy food - with her being the Sin of Gluttony and all.

These two should have been besties, I rest my case.

(Before I go on, there are no 'good' Sins. None. All Seven Sins go hand in hand one Sin usually leading up to the other)

Missed opportunity with Satan being an actual ruler of Hell before being dethroned. It would add some depth and complexity to the worldbuilding/characters. It would paint Lucifer in a bad light, sure (and would solidify his Sin of Pride) Satan's wrath in being dethroned, having to Rule only one ring instead of entirety of Hell, then Lucifer dips and Satan has to shoulder more work. (Brilliant)

(I'm not taking anything what Miss Medrano says on twitter, if it's not said in the story, it's not cannon)

Asmodeus is a wasted opportunity - his ties to Angels/Heaven - Azazel/Remiel - or Lilith/Adam - being a Nephilim (probably the only surviving one) in lore, Asmodeus was born by 'angels' seed and daughter of a man' in other Adam, The First Man was a*used and SAd by Lilith for over hundred years which resulted in Asmodeus.

Then there's the whole deal with Sarah, her murdered husbands out of jealousy, then him getting banished by Archangel Raphael - what I'm trying to say that Asmodeus' lore is rich and full of potential, which was not utilized - and could explain quite a bit about his characterization on HB and why consent is important for him.

Lucifer is not off the hook either, for he wronged both Adam and Eve (also depending on lore) started war in Heaven because of his PRIDE, caused fall of over quarter(?) of Heaven (as high as Dominion) and fathered Cain - which was another SA (if memory serves correctly) - reducing his to this 'innocent hopeless depressed dreamer' is not only doing a disservice to his character but to Eve and Adam too, along with their children.

Envy - here I'm going to get technical, so you can ignore my ramblings here - Leviathan was one of the Beasts created by God (depends on the lore and also can't look into my notes now) who got defeated by Jophiel and from a piece of their flesh was born Livyatan - the Sin of Envy - and Hellmouth - depends, in some, Leviathan was still the serpent, in the Sea of Envy in Hell. Envy and Pride go hand in hand (both Pride and Envy caused Lucifer's fall)

I think Mammon flirting with Envy would work in a setting where Bee and Mammon are besties, then Mammon starts giving attention to Bee, irking Leviathan and making their Envy flare up

Sloth - laziness and apathy, said person not wanting to work, resourcess being wasted - I think during the court proceedings, Belphegor should not have voted or if prompted enough, be completely apathetic towards everyone in the room - this is the shortest since....I don't have my notes and run on memory alone

(Also, everything depends on lore, what part of religion it is taken from - in some Lucifer and Samael are the same person in some not, Lucifer and Satan are the same and in some not - and so on and so forth)

I hope this makes sense and can see where I was going with this.

Edit: None of the Sins are Fallen Angels, not even King Paimon - not even the rest of Goetia since all of them are siblings all fathered by King Paimon and I do believe with this writing decision in order to vilify Heaven as much as possible, Miss Medrano keeps writing herself into corners

[blitzwhore]

I had a thought, Blitz says this to Stolas:

"Uh, it's Sinsmas! You know, the day every Hellborn celebrates and acts on their birth sin? Or any sin, whichever ones they want, honestly!"

Do we know what Blitz's birth sin is?

We don't know which ring he feels he "belongs" to, but we do know he doesn't consider himself a Wrathian, because he's said it before:

"Wrath, huh? my employees are from there. I've never really been" (Harvest Moon Festival) "Ohoho, I am not from Wrath, bitch" (Western Energy)

Many fans believe that the circus travelled across multiple rings, since they were in Pride when Stolas went to the circus as a kid, but the Accident happened in Greed (hence why the flames are green). So a lot of people theorise that Blitz doesn't feel like he belongs to any particular ring. We don't really know, though.

But we do know imps are Satan's creation, and so all imps are generally considered as "originating from Wrath" regardless of where they were actually born/where they grew up in.

My personal interpretation is that "your birth sin" here refers to the latter; to which of the Seven Sins created you. Because despite not being from Wrath, Blitz seems to act on his Wrath at the beginning of the day, when he shoves Stolas off the sofa. Plus, we also see Loona eating a lot throughout the entire day even if she's never expressed that she feels like she belongs in Gluttony, and she doesn't like Bee very much.

But that's just my personal interpretation!

[4rrenstep]

A chunk from my essay on LotF that I wrote for english

- P.S. I really think the religious allegories in lotf are super interesting, so I decided to base my argumentative on them.

In Hebrew, the direct translation of the term ‘lord of the flies’ is Baal Zebub. In Greek, Beelzebub. Regarding Christian Mythology and the New Testament, Beezlebub is referred to as the prince of demons and a figure of Gluttony, chaos, and destruction; moreover, Beezlebub is even considered another name for Satan himself. William Golding’s choice of title for his novel Lord of the Flies–considering the derivation and linking of it to the themes Golding presents–steers and allows readers to observe the book through a religious lense that reveals more parables than they would get analyzing it at face value. The plot may appear very straightforward, but the descent to entropy and its catalysts aren’t simply just developing conflicts. Rather, it’s a combination–that of the circumstances interweaved with religious ideologies and the “ancient, inescapable” nature of mankind. The veridical reason the boys’ island falls apart is because of the human sin inherent in man (Golding 138).

Lord of the Flies explores the defects of humanity within society and the ethics of morality by forcing mankind (the boys) to start completely from scratch–strip it of everything it knows and allow a renew. When given this chance, marooned on a deserted island, man reverts back to his instincts, what he essentially was born with. He commits violence, incentifies fear, and justifies his evilness. During an assembly when the boys are trying to determine the actuality of the ‘Beast’, Simon proposes the idea that there is one, but it is only them. Golding primarily foreshadows the theme of his book with Simon’s hypothesis, in addition to confirming it later on when Simon encounters the pig head that Jack and his hunters speared on a stick as an offering for the 'Beast’. The head speaks to Simon during his hallucination, “Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! … You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s a no go? Why things are what they are?” (Golding 143). The ‘Beast’ isn’t the pig head, the Lord of the Flies, or even the Devil–it’s the manifestation of humankind’s wickedness, which is ineliminable . The ‘Beast’ is simply just an entity on the island, a rationale for the sins the boys enact on, much like the same way the adults and soldiers–the very reason the boys end up on the island in the first place–justify their violence by stamping ‘war’ on it.

In an attempt to fully illustrate the fall of a unified civilization and its cause, Golding writes Lord of the Flies as a catalog of human sin, checking off each of the Seven Deadly Sins by exhibiting them through the boys. The children demonstrate Sloth when they refuse to be responsible (e.g. build huts, keep the fire lit, use the restroom properly). Jack experiences Envy for Ralph because he’s chief and he isn’t. The use of terms relative to sexual intercourse during the graphic scene of the mother pig enduring death brought upon by Jack and his hunters depicts Lust. Jack’s Tribe, in a downward tumble of unprincipled ideals, portrays Gluttony–willing to sacrifice anyone and everything. Greed is characterized when Jack, despite already being chief, sends his group out on a manhunt to kill Ralph. Wrath is identified when the forest is set wholly ablaze to flush Ralph out and trap him like a pig. Pride when, without thinking about the consequences of achieving their pursuit, what would happen if they murdered Ralph and never got rescued by the naval officers. All chances of survival would’ve been obsolete and, besides water, the trees that were abundant in fruit and the pigs that were a source of protein would’ve been ash.

Contrasting to the showcase of the Seven Deadly Sins and man’s sin as a whole, Golding additionally displays his ‘hero’–notably more amiable–cast as the Four Cardinal Virtues, including an indisputably Christ-like character.

Simon, while also representing Prudence among the Four Cardinal Virtues, is primarily the only character in the novel–not accounting for the littluns–that doesn’t conduct any immoral acts in any of his appearings. He is benevolent, kind, and wise–giving his own food to Piggy when everyone is okay with letting him not eat, reassuring Ralph that he would get back home, and trying to tell everyone that the ‘Beast’ on the mountain is just a dead parachuter whilst they are too afraid to get a closer look. Tom Gaman, the actor for Simon in the 1963 film adaptation, had even said in the documentary Living Lord of the Flies that later in his life he realized he’d had “the best role,” having been “the good guy,” and therefore he “never carried any baggage into the world that directly related to Simon.” The way Simon dies is also very symbolic of Christ’s crucifixion, as he was speared to death as retribution for trying to do good. Simon can even be viewed as a sacrificial lamb, the doing away with bad–Jack stating that the ‘Beast’ had taken the form of Simon after he was killed–similar to how worshippers of God sacrificed animals as repentance in the Old Testament.

After Piggy is killed, Samneric join Jack’s tribe by force, and later on in the book, they as well rat out Ralph’s hiding space-although if they hadn’t, it would’ve been at the expense of their own lives. Samneric’s “betrayals” can be seen as deeds that contradict their entitlement to representing one of the Cardinal Virtues, but when Ralph is essentially exiled and they are on guard duty at Castle Rock, they feed Ralph and warn him of the manhunt to come the following morning. Samneric demonstrate Fortitude–show that despite all, they stand firm in the face of adversity.

Throughout the novel, many of the boys view Piggy as the whiner–and granted he is a bit of a complainer, most of his gripes are justified and rather intelligent. While he may not be physically nifty, Piggy assists in practical, logical problems, takes care of the littluns, and serves as an advisor for Ralph. Even though Piggy’s not afraid to speak his mind, he still displays great patience–representing Temperance–all the way up to his death.

Ralph, the evident protagonist of the book, is a very strong character with a strong sense of righteousness. He is picked as chief in the first assembly, empowers the idea of civilization and order, and never truly loses sight of the idea of rescue. After Simon is murdered and Ralph speaks to Piggy, he says “that was murder,” and when Piggy tries to rationalize Simon’s death with the mass terror, Ralph argues that he “wasn’t scared” (Golding 156). At the very end of the novel Ralph mourns for “the end of innocence, the darkness of a man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy” (Golding 202). Because Ralph experiences these feelings–because he acts the way he acts, he embodies Justice.

[mammonieruless]

Second-place medal

Gender neutral mc X Satan

Description: Satan self doubting himself + being a hopeless romantic who fell face first in love w the mc<3 / uhh one sided fake dating?? (Story sets in season1 of the og game and ends when mc first leaves devildom, touches upon Satan’s past. (ANGSTY))

Satan was no fallen angel, yet he faced the same hate as his "brothers.”

He was no less of a demon than everyone surrounding him in this unknown world where he simply came into existence out of another man’s anger, yet he was still put on the same boat as those six fallen angels. He was known among his own kind as a “false” demon. Of course he will be hated; though he was never an angel, he is the shadow of the very fallen angel who led the rebellion.

Born out of the seraphim’s wrath and hatred, that’s all he knew. From the moment he came into existence, all he felt was pain, and all he was filled with was wrath. He watched as the six god-forsaken angels struggled to grasp the world around them. Some were in denial of their halos turning into horns and their pure white wings turning black; others were in denial of losing their sister; and Lucifer, the man he ever so despises, has pushed his own emotions to the side and tried to soothe his brothers’ pain, but Satan was nowhere in the picture. No one soothed his pain and despair. Instead, he was chained up like some dangerous animal. a wrathful monster to be tamed and not comforted when all he needed was solace. And that’s when, for the very first time, he unlocked a new emotion: loneliness. He was born into the world wrathful, and that’s all he knew and understood until he was locked away for the first time. He felt lonely—very lonely. Seeing how, despite all the pain, the six fallen angels who call themselves brothers had each other, they understood each other’s agony while no one understood him. They repeatedly called him brother and part of the family, yet they were terrified of him, yet he was misunderstood, yet he was chained up. With time, he started to find comfort in being locked away. then at least he wouldn’t be anywhere near those six fallen angels. Being in their presence made him furious; they all had the same history, shared memories, and had known each other for aeons, and he just spawned out of one of the fallen angels' pain. To them, he was a stranger, and they were nobodies to him but forced to call each other family.

Years passed, and demons started to accept fallen angels as part of their realm, as government officials, as their friends. Despite the numerous times the six fallen angels and a false demon proved to be worthy of their strength and their placement in the hierarchy, there will always be those who will be intolerant of them. Just like that, centuries passed, and Satan found himself getting closer year by year to those six strangers. With time, he started to view them as his family, as they viewed him as their beloved brother, but he still resented Lucifer.

So much so that when the future king of devildom announced the exchange program and gave Lucifer the honor to choose a human exchange student, Satan’s mind came up with hundreds of plans and ideas on how to make the year beyond miserable for the pride demon.

Came the day the human was summoned into devildom. Other than the future king, Satan was beyond excited, but for all wrong reasons. Everyone found it odd how happy Satan was for the exchange program. Lucifer knew immediately that his precious little brother was up to no good, and he strictly told Mammon to keep an eye on him.

Satan smirked when he laid his eyes on the human, imagining all the ways he could fool them into doing whatever he wanted, put them in danger, and do anything and everything to get on Lucifer’s nerves. While the future king and his oldest brother were welcoming the human, he kept daydreaming of how he would put the MC right into the lion’s mouth and get the human to be the sole reason behind Lucifer’s anger and frown. He will make sure the year is beyond burdensome for his older brother. On the ride to the house of lamentation, Satan wasted no time getting to know the human. The more he knows about this weakling, the easier it will be to manipulate them and get them to do whatever he wants. Seeing Mammon’s complete disinterest in babysitting a human, he knew he could easily use his demonic magic to influence the human, as the very brother who was tasked with looking after the human could care less, but he was worried about Lucifer detecting his magic on the human. There was only one way—the old-school way. Spending more time with the human, going on dates, and excessive texting.

Not even giving the human a chance to grasp all that’s around them, Satan demanded their attention and time.

Satan sat on his bed, surrounded by papers upon papers of scribbled-out words and sentences, not knowing how to write a goodbye letter to MC, as tomorrow would be the day of their departure. In pure silence, he slowly came to the realization that that was the biggest mistake he had ever made. And the very paper he was holding that he poured his heart out on, confessing his ever-dying love to the human he fantasized of harming, he tore in half with intense fury—an emotion he has not felt ever since the human stepped into his life.

"Would you like to go for a walk with me? I can show you around the gardens of the house!”

This was the very first time Satan asked the MC to spend time with him. Mc, thinking of Satan as a kind gentleman, of course took to the offer. While Satan was only plotting a malicious plan to make his brother’s life more miserable than imaginable, as if having to take care of six grown demons wasn’t enough for Lucifer.

That day, on the walk, Satan discovered Mc’s favorite flower, then Mc’s favorite color. Satan began to infodump about MC’s favourite flower to impress them. Despite always desperately trying to prove to others that he is his own person and utterly different than Lucifer, he always compared himself to Lucifer and felt severely insecure. As if Lucifer were the better version of him, or better yet, he’s the inferior version of his big brother. One and only thing he prides himself on is his excessive knowledge. Whoever let it be, he always likes to show off his intelligence because he knows it is part of his charm. Some find it annoying while others find it attractive; either way, it is not something Lucifer does so that makes Satan different from his older brother. As Satan spit out excessive details about flowers while on the walk, he glanced back at Mc only to find not a single hint of annoyance or boredom on their faces. He was taken aback by their complete dedication to what he was saying. Normally, with so much unnecessary and excessive information, people would get bored, even annoyed. Yet here they were, with a soft smile on their faces, listening to him rambling on and on about some flowers.

“Would you like to go to the museum with me?”

Another day, another date. Satan bought Mc their favorite flowers and made sure they were in the color that Mc loves. Of course, all that is just to get to know the human more so he can fool the human into trusting him and doing as he says: As he stood there in the hallways of the museum, instead of admiring the painting in front of him, his eyes were fixated on Mc’s face. Studying the way their eyes scan the painting, the way their lips move as they ask endless questions about the paintings, the culture of devildom, the way their eyes light up when they understand the symbolism behind the painting, the frown in their face when a demonic tradition confuses them, or how gently they hold the flowers that he bought for them, how subconsciously they take in the scent of flowers with a gentle smile on their lips. Satan stopped in his tracks in complete shock. What are these thoughts that he is having? Why was his mind racing through hundreds of things at once? Before he could question himself more, he heard Mc voice call out his name.

“Satan, you agree, don’t you? Cmon, you can’t tell me that; that painting over there doesn’t look like Diavolo if he were a drag queen.”

“Don’t let Lucifer hear you say that,” he giggled.

Wait, did he just tell them not to get in trouble? The outcome of this whole stupid idea of wasting his time with them and going on dates just to get them to trust him so that he can get them to do things to put them in trouble and piss off Lucifer would be him having a soft spot for them and wishing no harm upon them. Pffft, as if!

“Would you like to go to an animal cafe with me?”

It has been barely a week, and there is no hint of fear in the human’s eyes when dealing with Satan. As if he is not the avatar of wrath himself. How naive and innocent Satan thought to himself. When he came into existence, six fallen angels, who were once among the strongest angels of heaven and who fought god, thus becoming the strongest demons in devildom, feared him; they were frightened to death by his presence alone. The very people he called brothers today were once strangers who are still, to this day, terrified of his wrath. Yet this human is sitting right in front of him, fearless. In fact, they look like they enjoy his company and his talks. He stared in awe as the human loosened up in his company, the way their gentle hands petted the cats, as their angelic-sounding giggle echoed in his head, as he started to feel warm and fuzzy instead, as his heartbeat sped up as he scanned the human’s face, desperately searching for fear, annoyance, and boredom in their expression, but instead he was bewitched by their beauty. Satan’s cheeks turned red as he tried to comprehend everything that was going on in his head while his heart was skipping one beat after another.

Recalling all his memories of Mc’s arrival and their interactions from the very first day, Satan has come to the conclusion that it was all a big mistake. He was plotting to get the humans to trust him so that he could use them to cause chaos around the year. Instead of using magic to get them to do whatever they wanted, he went on dates with them. Satan still sat on his bed with the torn paper in his hand, repeatedly telling himself how much of a big mistake all that was because now he had fallen hopelessly in love with a mortal being. Who was a nobody at the beginning of the exchange program but now has seven demons head over heels for them. Satan knows he is an intelligent man, with a charming personality and good looks to top it off. He is not hesitant to compete with his brother over MC. Well, he’s not hesitant to compete with only five of his brothers over MC. When it comes to Lucifer, he feels….threatened. Lucifer Morningstar was once and still is everybody’s favorite, and even to this day, angels admire him as if he isn’t even a demon. Lucifer Morningstar, who to this day is crowned to be the strongest, Lucifer Morningstar is the man who is the sole reason behind Satan's existence. When compared to him, Satan is a walking second-place medal; he is in Lucifer’s shadows, and he should act like it. Satan tried to push away his insecurities, but they were getting the best of him. Ever since MC swept him off his feet, he has been on cloud nine. The avatar of wrath was not living up to his purpose; the very wrath, rage, and fury that he was so blinded by his whole entire life vanished in that human’s presence. For once, he felt the inner peace that he was so longing for. He loosened up in their presence, felt joy, and understood what love meant. Unknown emotions flooded his heart one after another, and all he could hear in his head were the echos of MC’s name. In the past, he was in denial. He believed it was the thrill of pushing Lucifer buttons, perhaps even lust. Demons are known to be tempters, and the attraction he was feeling towards MC must’ve just been lust, but no. It was love in the purest form. Despite coming up with numerous excuses in the beginning, Satan knew deep down that he, in fact, was doomed. When he finally accepted his true feelings, Satan discovered that it might’ve been too late. Though he was the first to fall for the MC, and he sure fell very hard for them, face first, but now Mammon, Asmo, Beel, and Levi all fell for their charm as well. Satan took it as a challenge to win MC over and decided to take things slow, thinking there’s a very beautiful and unique feeling to pinning for someone you love ever so effortlessly, but now he sat on his bed regretting that foolish decision and wishes he confessed to MC his feelings the very moment his heart skipped a beat because now he has to compete against the only demon that makes him doubt himself. He is nothing but the shell of a man who was once the Morningstar of Heaven, God’s favorite, Lucifer Morningstar.

[demonlovingsheep]

Which brother has the highest kill count in Obey Me? How and why they kill? This is what I think:

Lucifer. He is very strict, prideful, and very powerful. He caused the most casualties in the Celestial War no doubt. In the beginning of his demon years, lower demons would purposely get in his way to challenge him. The first one who tried did not live to tell the tale. The second one follows the fate of the first one. One by one, thousands by thousands would continue to increase Lucifer’s body count to the millions until lower demons finally got the message that he is not to be messed with. As for human casualties, I doubt there is a lot since he doesn’t like the taste of human flesh. If he was summoned by a cult or something, he is going to have fun manipulating those foolish souls. After all, he is a sadist.

Beelzebub. He is Lucifer’s body guard in the Celestial Realm, a Cherub that is one of the highest in terms of rank. Due to his strength, he can easily crush his opponents. When he became a demon, all his victims became his meal during his hunger rampage. His sin took full control of his body in the beginning and most of the time he wouldn’t know what’s happening until one of his brothers stops him or he has no other food source available. He probably does the same up in the human world when summoned by a cult if they don’t offer him a big enough meal as offering, then they become the meal themselves. When MC meets him in the original timeline, he still tries to eat us and we’re not allowed to sleep or be near him without another brother’s supervision. Even the brothers were afraid one of their toes was gonna be bitten off.

Leviathan. “Keep sending your soldiers. The ocean has plenty of space before it run out of gravesites for your people.” He controls the ocean, just sends out a tsunami or two and wipes every being away and let the corpse fall to the bottom to be eaten. Even if the victim has the ability to breathe underwater, he would summon Lotan to obliterate them. He never has to get handsy to increase his kill count. He does snack on a couple of humans that've been swept into the ocean by currents.

Satan: He unleashed hell when he was born, being the embodiment of wrath itself. He was separated from Lucifer and his other brothers when they fell. Since there is no one strong enough to hold him back, he wreaked havoc on anything and everything. He set the area around him into a green fire graveyard until he was eventually found and gets chained and shoved in a locker. He gets ticked off when summoned, and if it was for a stupid reason. If they mistaken him for Lucifer, which is pretty often, no one would live to tell the tale. It took decades for them to learn that he is not that damn arrogant bastard.

Asmodeus: Personally, I was conflicted between him and Mammon, but Asmodeus can snap more easily than Mammon. Even though he is the avatar of lust, he still has standards and boundaries. Most lower demons think he is easy to manipulate. Just compliment him, take him to a motel or bar, and get him when he’s vulnerable. The thing is that Asmo knows, and he has his own wicked plan in mind. Depending on his mood, he can either toy with the other demons for such a long time that the other demon will actually develop some feelings for him, all for it to crumble in the end. Like a heartbreak, but with their hearts literally removed and in Asmodeus’s hands. Asmo will still laugh and feign innocence like he hadn’t just gone sicko lover mode. Or he just snaps and completely loses it, charming the other person to bash their own skull against a wall until they are dead. He still refuses to get his clothes or nails stained.

Mammon: He wasn’t initially greedy, but he slowly grew to be the Avatar of Greed as he is. Mammon perhaps fakes his personality, just like how Satan would cover up his wrath with a smile. After all, how would one approach to make a business if he gives off a threatening aura. Maybe centuries as a shady business demon made him lose his sense of dignity along the way, but keep in mind he still knows his title as an Avatar. He flaunts it too, it’s just that it’s very hard to push him to the point of violence. So most demons don’t take him seriously. Money makes the world go round, but it’s the quickest way for someone to seek vengeance when someone doesn’t pay back what they own. Mammon generally plays by the rules even though he himself gambles in illegal places, but he still has business standards. If someone tries to cheat him out of his winnings, they will earn themselves a one way ticket to Mammon’s blacklist, which most of the time has four or five people in the waiting list so one shouldn’t count on time to delay Mammon’s wrath. He will make them pay. No amount of begging or bribery will work, by then the only way of paying back the “debt” is with one’s soul, which is worth even more than anyone can ever imagine. Hell, perhaps he deals with selling organs on the black market too after he finishes seeking vengeance. Organs are worth a good amount of money, either for hungry cannibalistic demons looking for a demon kidney as dinner or for mad scientist demons to run experiments on. Either way, business.

Belphegor: He is too lazy to kill, that’s all I can say. If you think it’s hard to get on Mammon’s blacklist, it’s even harder to get on Belphegor’s blacklist because he just doesn’t care…unless someone messes with his dear twin, Beelzebub. There will be no more peaceful rest for that person for the rest of their short life because Belphegor will make sure that they die in agony. He will curse the person so that whenever they are about to fall asleep, they will be jolted alive by some weird electric feeling. It’s like the feeling when you trip in your sleep (Hypnic Jerk), except it’s not an angel accidentally dropping your soul when bringing you to heaven, but a demon draining your sanity to live. It’s no brainer that sleep is very important as it keeps one’s mind and body functioning. For the victims of Belphegor however, they will never sleep again. They can try but are always jolted awake whenever they are on the edge to dreamland. Until many days has gone by where the person is basically a walking zombie at this point, they pray and try to fall asleep once again expecting for the same jolt feeling, except it didn’t happen. The victims can finally sleep, but this sleep feels more…permanent.

Author’s note: I started writing this draft like a year ago, and took it out today. I forgot what im exactly writing. It’s so shifty of what it’s meant to be. Think it was kill count and why, but it gradually moved onto killing methods of each. Don’t take it too seriously 👉👈. Hope y’all enjoy.

[three-realms-archive]

Checking In

“Remind me again, why Serenity Manor wasn’t an option…”

You ask this question for the fifth time that day, stumbling into Beel. The sixth-born Avatar of Gluttony motions for you to hand over the three luggage bags you were currently attempting to lug into the lobby of an extremely grand hotel. You watch, catching your breath, as Beel lifts the bags with much more ease; walking calmly over to the nearest human bellboy. You can’t help but find him so adorable, oblivious to the bellboy’s nervous surprise at the demon’s superhuman strength. The bellboy’s voice is, unluckily, the only sound that isn’t coming from your boisterous, troublemaking family.

You continue making your case to Lucifer as you turn away from Leviathan and Belphegor – who are stood behind you, enamoured with a fishtank built into the wall and some plush, velvet-lined sofas; respectively.

“Lucifer,” you start. “You know I love you guys… ”

Lucifer is at the reception desk and looking disapprovingly at Mammon and Asmodeus, who are ‘ooh-ing’ and ‘ah-ing’ at a fancy-looking vase, at the same time as he rifles through his waist bag for a booking he insisted on printing. Even though it was so much easier to just show the online confirmation.

“… But we’re, like, historically prone to making a scene.”

As if on cue, the sound of pottery shattering echoes throughout the hotel lobby… followed by stammering from Mammon and a high-pitched squeal from Asmo. The bellboy shrieks and scurries away with the trolley of your luggage as soon as Beel takes his eyes off him - looking instead at his older brothers disapprovingly. Shaking his head, Beel jogs over to where they’re standing and immediately crouches down to tidy the shattered, ceramic hazard off the floor. He has the sweetest of intentions - declaring simply that he’ll take care of the broken vase shards so no one cuts themselves on them - but you have your doubts about his methods when you hear the sound of crunching and see porcelain pieces sticking out of his mouth. Mammon and Asmo not-so-subtlely stand over their younger brother, hiding him from view.

The hotel receptionist gives Lucifer a look. With a wordless sigh, Lucifer hands over his credit card to pay for the damages.

“I had hoped,” the eldest brother strains that word, the two of you watching a very large price appear across the till screen, “that your presence here would at least be enough to tone down their childishness. I see now that wish was just folly.”

Next to him is Satan, who eyes the reading material on the coffee table next to the sofa Belphie had deemed comfy enough to nap on. The Avatar of Wrath huffs. “Folly isn’t exactly new with you, Lucifer. But you still haven’t answered MC’s question: why aren’t we at Serenity Manor?”

“Unfortunately, this time, I don’t have a clear answer, myself.” Lucifer explains. Satan lets out a snort, which the eldest ignores. “Diavolo requested specifically that we stay at a hotel. Something about… ‘human, brother-ly bonding traditions’. Those were the words.”

At this point, Belphie has begun to chew on one of the sofa’s pillows in his sleep, feathers all over his face. The receptionist - hand outstretched towards Lucifer with the intent to hand back the credit card - freezes at the sight. The Avatar of Pride sighs again, motioning to the receptionist to just charge damages to the card.

MC suddenly paled.

“… Ah.” They stated tentatively. The winced a little under the powerful, combined gaze of Satan and Lucifer. “Then this… may have been… my fault…?”

“Explain.” Lucifer frowned.

“Well, Prince Diavolo and I had tea about a week ago. He asked about human families after I said that the Manor and House of Lamentation were a lot bigger than normal human houses and I may… have mentioned…”

MC’s voice got quieter.

“That brothers sometimes… share a room.”

Lucifer and Satan froze.

“So. We’re a social experiment for His Highness, then. Wonderful.” Satan concludes bitterly, ignoring a brief glare from Lucifer. Though, it’s not as if the eldest wasn’t sharing some of the sentiment himself, now digging through his waist bag of Beel’s food receipts and strangers’ phone numbers (given to Asmo) with extreme fury. He mumbles bitterly under his breath about how ”Lord Diavolo hadn’t mentioned sharing rooms”.

Satan tries to look to the magazine he had seen earlier for something to salvage the day…

… But Levi had gotten to it first. Now it has a few pages torn out. Manga-style doodles are on each page, including Henry and the Lord of Shadows holding hands and eating from the same ice cream in crudely scribbled boxer shorts - right out of a beach episode.

Satan looks at you. You look at the receptionist. The receptionist looks at Lucifer.

Lucifer sighs for what will certainly not be the last time today.

“Just… charge whatever you require to that card.”

(i wanted to imagine these guys on a family vacation, causing a scene in the human realm. i like the idea of mc just saying things and diavolo is just like ‘yes i like this i shall now make my subjects do it and they shall find it fun’.)

[fxiled-fxithful]

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

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When it comes to you they can't help but be utterly smitten from your smile to the way your hair frames your face they love you.

NOW expressing their love is a completely different story

Love languages (brothers additions)

Lucifer knows how he comes off to most he cold and unfeeling the demon lords merciless right hand man but with you he's simply Lucifer an overprotective brother who shows love through acts of service for the most part But when it comes to you words of affirmation are his go to but he wouldn't be the avatar of pride if he didn't claim you.

"My beautiful MC, you are simply exquisite"

Mammon, for as often as people call him selfish, it's simply not true or well not as true as they make it out to be. But when it comes to you, he loves to shower you in gifts. He thinks he slick, but he's not and he definitely doesn't have a mental list of all of his family and friends likes and dislike and you definitely not on the top of that list what do you take him for a simp? He is we all know it

"Hey Mc, I saw you look'n at this the other day and well I had a little extra on me so I got it for you" he pick up a few extra modeling gigs to get it

When it comes to leviathan, most people tend to assume that he simply doesn't participate in such silly normie activities. They'd all be wrong for he likes to give you gifts, and like to talk to you, But above all else he simply like to be with you it's doesn't really matter what you guys are doing he just likes to be with you.

"Hey MC, a new season of that show you love just dropped! WE HAVE TO BINGE IT"

Love is a difficult emotion for Satan, being born from wrath he never found it necessary to love not in the way others did, he did love his family and that was it for a very very long time, he was OK with that, or he thought he was then you came along. His world was flipped upside-down and truth be told he didn't want it to go back. He wants to hold on to you and be by your side. For Satan he found that cats show their love by head butting he tried that a few times but found he prefers to kiss you much more.

Together, you sat in his arms as he reads to you as the language of demons is not the easiest to read when one is not accustomed to it luckily for you Satan will read it to you with him you never have to feel out of the loop.

Asmodeus has never been afraid to love unlike his brothers he welcomes love with open arms. And why shouldn't he? People are always throwing themselves at him it be rude not to acknowledge them at least. But everything they said was enthusiastically empty platitudes. They like how he looked. Asmo knows he's hot and is proud of it. Then a human came along who was unaffected by his Beauty. He won't lie at first he was very insulted by this but the to of you talked and talked he found himself absolutely entranced by you. He thought he had to be more beautiful for you to truly fall but when you told him that you couldn't care less about how he looked that he was sweet and kind. He thought you were full of shit but you said it over and over again how he was more than his looks. He soon found himself believing your words. He was happy you took the time to know him when nobody else cared enough too.

Beel is a sweetheart. Ask anyone who knows him, and they'll agree, though they tend to undermine this fact about him. Unlike his brothers he's never been afraid to show that he loves someone with belphie he'll carry him whenever he needs to with asmo he'll carry his brother copious amount of bags from shopping with lilith he'd listen to her, it didn't matter what she wanted to talk about he'd listen when it came to you it's much the same as anyone else he cares for he'll carry this or grab this off of a high shelf. He liked to see your smile when he did anything . He tends to look out for the well-being of those he loves you are not an exception did you eat? Have you had enough water? He's a caretaker at hearts

Love used too come easily to belphie, he loved to nap, he loved his family he even loved humanity. Life soon taught him that love can hurt, love wasn't fun anymore it just hurt, he told himself that he wasn't going to love again or well anyone new or anything it'll just hurt won't it. He loves his brothers they wouldn't hurt him. For belphie love and trust go hand in hand if he trust someone he loves them and well if you trust him that must mean you love him right? He took advantage of that trust and deeply regretted it yet you still tried to talk with him, you helped him talk things out with his brothers. He would be lying if he said he didn't love you. But why would you love him. He broke your trust he doesn't deserve your love right. Wrong you told him that sure you were very pissed and yes he broke the trust you put into him. Yet you still told him that you cared you held him as he cried he loved you it was something he couldn't deny.

Lucifer- words of affirmation, acts of service

Mammon- gift giving,quality time

Levi- quality time all the way

Satan- physical touch,quality time and acts of service

Asmo - physical touch, words of affirmation

Beel- acts of service, quality time

Belphie- quality time physical touch

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Ok new charlastor fic idea: Charlie goes to visit Wrath to see Satan cuz he's her fav Sin and she wants to show off how much of Lucifer's shit she's fucking up, and offers to take Alastor with her because she's the Princess and can do what she wants.

However, because she's breaking rules to get him down there, Alastor has no power outside of his base abilities because Sinner's get the majority of their energy by Owning and leaching off the Contracts they have, and being in another Ring completely cuts him off from his supply.

Poor Al gets to go to Murder And Violence Town but can't participate because he'll immediately get his ass kicked. He won't die from it. But his frail ass definitely isn't winning against the born and breed Hellborn of Wrath. He has to completely rely on Charlie to keep him safe, and basically chaperone him around. Which, she OBVIOUSLY does. She's fucking taking him to every store and market he wants. Absolute sugar momma situation. Baby Doe is getting anything and everything he asks for. No price is too high for him. He's going back to Pride with 7 moving trucks full of new stuff.

Also Charlie and Alastor fucking in a hot spring-

[g0dwat3rwritings]

can you do an mc that cant remember anything? It might be simple at first, but it causes a lot of problems since they also forget abt their birthdays, events, and ofc, their anniversaries if they get with them

my writers block has left and I am giggling and kicking my feet

I'm not gonna say anymore because I will jinx it 😭

This Takes Place In The Original Timeline

Warnings ;; None, just fluff!

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

LUCIFER ;; THE PRIDEFUL ELDEST

Now, Lucifer is actually pretty used to things like this.

With his brothers being, well, his brothers, it's common for them to forget things

He's pretty used to watching Mammon forget a textbook and bringing it with him because Mammon's already run off.

So, when he meets you, it's nothing new. He takes care of you he says it's because he has to but we all know that's not true and makes sure that he brings things to RAD that you forget.

He's not that bothered when you forget your anniversary, because he's used to your nature.

Don't think that he won't put anything together though. He most definitely will, despite your forgetfulness.

MAMMON ;; THE SCUMMY SECOND-BORN

Mammon's pretty forgetful himself, as stated previously.

He'll forget a textbook every now and again, but important dates are most definitely engraved into his greedy little brain.

When he meets you, he's a little taken aback because of your intense forgetfulness, but he honestly gets it.

He's only a tad bit bothered by the fact that you forgot, but it stops bothering him once he remembers just how forgetful you are.

Like Lucifer, He'll most definitely put something together. It might not be as well put together as Lucifer's may be, but he tries, and that's all that matters.

LEVIATHAN ;; THE OTAKU THIRD-BORN

Levi probably wouldn't notice. Given how little he cares for your existence in the beginning of the game, I doubt he'd really notice or care at first.

While Levi isn't as forgetful, He is a bit concerned with how much you forget things, if he does happen to notice.

You'd probably be playing a game and just.. straight-up forget how to play, I think he'd start to realize it from then on.

He probably isn't much bothered by you forgetting, but he would say a couple of negative things about him just being a "nasty, yucky otaku" (same)

He probably wouldn't put anything too big together, he'd simply pull up a couple games and you'd have a gaming session together.

SATAN ;; THE CYNICAL FOURTH BORN

Now, I'd oddly think that this would kind of annoy Satan.

I mean, he's Satan. The Avatar of Wrath. You expect him to not be irritated by something like that?

Of course, he would outwardly show you his annoyance once he first meets you. Later on though, as annoying as it still may be, he'll stop showing his annoyance and hide it as best he can.

If you forget your anniversary, he might be a tad bit disappointed, but it won't show, let alone will it be any noticable.

He, like Mammon and Lucifer, will put something together. Small, maybe a cat cafe where you can read or something.

ASMODEUS ;; THE NARCISSISTIC FIFTH-BORN

Asmo might be a little concerned, believe it or not. Both in the beginning, and after you two get together.

He will be entirely concerned on just how forgetful you are. He wouldn't be surprised if you barley remember your own name. (I don't even remember my own name half the time..)

He'd be so offended if you ever forgot his name or anything about him.

You can never tell if he's genuinely offended or not.

If you happen to forget your anniversary, surprisingly, he won't judge nor will he be upset.

Like Satan, Mammon, and Lucifer, he'll put something together. Despite it being well, Asmo, he will make it a small date at Hell's Kitchen, if that's what you'd like.

BEELZEBUB ;; THE FAMISHED SIXTH-BORN

Beel's definitely forgetful himself, but in his own himbo-y way.

He'll forget very small, tiny things.

But it does kind of take him off guard by how much you forget when you first meet.

He honestly feels kind of bad.

If you forget your anniversary, he literally will not care. Not in a bad way. He just won't be angry or upset if you forgot. He'd actually be very forgiving and kind about it.

He might ask you to cook something for him, but that's really it.

Unless you actually want to celebrate it, he'll do whatever you want. He'll follow your lead.

BELPHEGOR ;; THE CATNAPPING SEVENTH-BORN

Belphie completely despises you at first, and not just because of the whole you-being-a-human thing.

You get on every single nerve when you two first meet.

Once he gets to know you, he feels bad about hating you and eventually just.. stops.

He feels bad about the fact that you barely remember anything, but he won't say anything about it.

If you forget your anniversary, he'll pull you away from whatever you're doing to take you up to the attic to take a nap with him.

He'll only explain if you ask. He'll simply say, "it's our anniversary." Before falling asleep.

[essencering]

↳ summary: random thoughts about how the boys might have reacted to you just vanishing due to the events of NB & how it affected the pacts with each of them.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Mammon (Obey Me!), Leviathan (Obey Me!), Lucifer (Obey Me!), Satan (Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Obey Me!), Beezelbub (Obey Me!), Belphegor (Obey Me!), Nightbringer Setting, SFW, Headcanons.

writer's blurp: let's all get onto the train of wild shit happening with MC being away from the boys they know once again and how their handling it. hopefully, it won't be a timeline wipe lol

↳ Lucifer

◆ despite everything that makes lucifer what he is, it means little in the grand scheme. both power and pride are useless in the wake of your sudden disappearance. ◇ his fuse seemed short, but now it feels even shorter. horribly, and painfully shorter, but despite that, he is taking more care to check on his brothers if he is acting like this then he can only imagine how his brothers are handling it. ◆ it won't stop. he can't stop the pain of his pact mark. as if it had been ripped clean off your person like a band-aid. it hurts like it should, the painful reminder of your existence, and your warmth are gone for the moment. he waits for you, for someone who may never walk through those doors again, but he waits.

↳ Mammon

◆ the first to feel it and the one who hurts the most. the one who grabs at himself where the placement of his pact mark is on your person just trying to feel something in the sudden wake of the void left behind. ◇ if he isn't out looking for you then mammon can be found in your room either curled up in your bed d.d.d in hand while he tries to contact you somehow. ◆ it hurts. horribly, painfully and mammon wails. the void that digs into his being and grows a little bigger with each day, he cannot find you. with each empty brush of your bond that isn't answered back is soul-crushing. each day is another call he makes to hear your voice, each day he asks, voice broken where are you?

↳ Leviathan

◆ the burning pain was enough to wake him up. leviathan couldn't breathe, and he couldn't think. so he panicked, grabbing his d.d.d and calling the first person on his list while he tried to calm himself down. ◇ leviathan couldn't tell who it was who did come in to help him, but when they did he just clings to them. comfort, warmth, family, here and alive. all the things he couldn't feel from you. whoever came held him even tighter while he blubbered from too many emotions and fear. ◆ when it gets to be too much the loss of the pact mark and just feeling you just brush back when he needed it the most. it seeps into his bones, leviathan feels cold and lost like he's somehow fallen once again. he does what helps him feel the safest-- hides away.

↳ Satan

◆ it almost feels like he is being skinned alive, with how you are torn away from him. with the pact missing, you're no longer just a touch away to be felt-- he feels wrath like he hasn't since he was born. ◇ his wrath is quiet, it is carefully moving beneath his skin. satan sees how each of his brothers slowly one by one seeks out one another. your loss is felt by each one of them, a void that none of them can feel you through. ◆ some days are harder than others, and satan feels the small spot inside of him that held you so close to his heart just-- close itself off to not feel hurt, but sometimes when he swears that he could feel the tug of you calling for him.

↳ Asmodeus

◆ watching the mirror break right before him, followed by how his soul feels as if it's being torn apart. the pact he shares with you feels so, so faint he fears the worst. ◇ the worst being that you died. alone, away from him, away from everyone who loves you, but-- he can sometimes feel your warmth when he reaches out. ◆ as comforting as that should be faint warmth and whispers of you still being alive are cold comfort. even if he can just barely feel you... he wouldn't be able to help you wherever you may be.

↳ Beelzebub

◆ beelzebub drops everything and moves. transformed, and in pain, he runs home, he looks, and he looks, but he cannot find you. his whole self hurts, his heart most of all. another, another person he loves is-- no. no just because he couldn't feel you didn't mean that you were dead. ◇ the world around him seems to move so slowly, but he eventually stumbles to the planetarium to find belphegor curled in on himself, and the moment belphie says that he can't feel you. that you're just... gone beelzebub breaks down with him. ◆ beelzebub can't sleep, but belphie tries to help him. nothing tastes right, nothing looks right when he eats and his brothers worry even more. nobody knows what's going on-- nobody can find you and beelzebub blames himself for not being able to keep you safe. his brothers say differently they all failed, but... none of them has failed to keep a loved one safe as he had.

↳ Belphegor

◆ belphegor wishes that he was asleep when he felt it because it would have hurt less in a dream (or so he thinks). to be awake, to be gazing at the stars to watch one suddenly blink out of existence followed by pain-- it was excruciating. ◇ just like the star, you had vanished, taking a piece of belphegor with you. and when beel stumbles into belphegor's sight... he crumbles. the two of them breaking down together. ◆ even when belphegor sleeps he doesn't feel at peace, but some nights... he can see you or he thinks he might. the dreams are always fuzzy, but in those dreams, it feels like you're right there with him. that somehow you're safe even if none of them can find you, much less feel the bond each pact has made with you.