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Appreciating his beautiful voice 🥺

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At some point in time, eons ago, the Devildom didn't have a moon. An endless expanse of darkness covering the realm. Some may go as far as to say a curse. Ancient and cemented in stone. Only the stars offering a glimpse to what lay beyond. A new pinprick of light for each angel that fell. Few, at first. Constellations, eventually.

With the rise of the Demon Prince came the birth of the moon. Enamoured and captivated by the light he saw in the human realm, he wanted to share that beauty. Something for all to see. But he was only a child, still learning the ways of magic. And so what resulted was a reflection. An echo of the sun in the night sky. A ghostly light, eerie and alluring.

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Nightbringer Lesson: 38-5

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It’s been months and I still can’t get this scene out of my head.

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I love his coat back design *guilty

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Lighting practice✨

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A friend on Discord told me I should draw this--- Lucifer working at Canes!

Also was too lazy to draw an actual background lmao

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Memories

Summary: Time could be cruel, taking so many things. But there was one thing Diavolo refused to let it take from him, no matter how much it hurt.

Fingers ran along the spines, hovering over one of the thickest albums. He plucked it from the shelf, gingerly brushing the dust off the cover. Yes, this was the one. A year he never wanted to forget. To hold on to every memory. Flipping a few pages in, his gaze landed on a photo of the brothers, yellowed with age. 

Pillows flew as projectiles. Another and another, rearming Lucifer when supply ran low. Voices echoing down the hall, the castle full of light and laughter. Sleeping in until gone noon, not awoken to the same old tedium. One day into two, fun as he hadn't known for millennia.

A smile tugged at his lips, melancholic and small. The retreat. A chance for bonding and relaxing. A chance for the buzz of a fine vintage demonus to get Lucifer to loosen up the tightly wound coil of the reigns. He meant to do it again, but never did get around to it. One of but many regrets. More pages. The faintest of chuckles.

A large, black rat ran across the kitchen floor. Luke, yelling, clung to a pale, frozen Barbatos. Solomon wielded a frying pan, trying to shoo the thing back outside. Simeon seemed to be praying or laughing to himself. Diavolo watched, very entertained, from the hallway.*

Invited over to Purgatory hall to sample some sweets Luke made with Barbatos, a rodent joining the party was the last thing anyone expected. Eventually they got it out, much to the butler's relief. It left poor Barbatos quite rattled. The sweets, however, were delicious. Celestial treats a favourite of his for a time after.

Diavolo's smile faded, a realisation dawning. Something. In each of the photos, something was missing. No, someone was missing. The one who made those moments possible. The person behind the camera; you. You were who he wanted to see. Your eyes. Your smile. He turned to the last page, a pang rising in his chest and tightening his throat.

There you stood at his side, holding his arm. Dressed up and draped by a set of wings. A glee in his eyes and a fondness in yours. The last party before you left after your first year. Even then, he knew it. That you were the one who held his heart. Who would have a place no other could fill.

Drip. Drip. Drip. He hadn't realised it at first, not until they obscured his view; tears. How unbecoming of the Demon King, to cry for a soul lost so long ago. To cling to memories that should've been forgotten. Instead branding them into his heart, bittersweet and marred by time.

For there were times he did forget. Centuries passed in an instant, and he'd find himself lying awake in bed unable to recall a feature of yours. What colour were your eyes again? Just how did you smile? What did your voice sound like? On nights as these, he reached for his albums. You were always there, just as he remembered you.

Diavolo wiped his eyes. As much as it pained him. As much as he wished to never open the albums again. Not to be reminded of all that he'd lost… he couldn't do it. He couldn't let them fade, let you be forgotten. For all he had now were his memories.

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Happy Devil Day 2024!

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Me sees Mammon with pigtails 🥺

Me sees Belphie accidentally burnt the carpet with iron 👁️👄👁️

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Is this… OG Lucifer’s Melancholy card?

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I need more Simeon lore. Like how exactly did he defend the brothers to lose his status, how he feels about God, what he’s REALLY like. I also want them to go into why his glow stick is Wrath????? What goes on in his head. Is he not as kind and innocent as he comes off? PLEASE PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW.

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Posting all the chat pictures I kbow of with my husband in them. More in the reblogs.

None of these are mine! All credit belongs to NTT SOLMARE!!!

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Inspired by @corvus-for-ddd.

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Back to the present time after the events of nightbringer.

Solomon: Mc cooked for me every day, *blushing* we looked like a newlywed couple.

The brothers: *looking at Mc with disbelief*

Mc: What? we lived together, either I cooked or I died of food intoxication.

Mammon: Oh well- What do you mean living together?

Solomon: Te he, tremendous lovebirds we are.

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I love Diavolo’s being darkest, since he’s the future demon king.

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I just had an idea for a Solomon and Thirteen fic