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Solomon & Asmodeus

Obey me

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event nightmare blunt rotation / part 1

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Hey, you know how we always make fun of Simeon for not knowing how to use technology? and the likes? What about Barbatos? Hear me out! At this point, Barbatos has been shown to not always like technology, especially if it means he doesn't have to work as a butler anymore. In a conversation with Diavolo (I can't remember the chat name), Barbatos said that he didn't like the idea of Roomba vacuuming for Diavolo because he likes working for him. Then there's a scene in "Wandering Whereabouts" where Barbatos is shocked when the Ai helper tells him what Diavolo will be eating for dinner today.

So we all know that Barbatos's love language for the main character (Yuki) is acts of service, so it made me think of a fun little story.

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The grand halls of the Demon Lord's Castle were always immaculate, not due to magic or automation, but because Barbatos—perfectionist, chef, and butler extraordinaire—ensured they remained that way. Every mote of dust dared not settle in his presence. His hands, though skilled in wielding both spatula and sabre, found their greatest comfort in restoring order to chaos.

Which is why, on this otherwise quiet morning, a sound disrupted the serenity of his beloved's chambers and—worse yet—his sense of dignity.

Whirrrrr… bump. Whirrrr.

Barbatos paused outside the elegant double doors to Yuki’s room, silver tray in one hand, the faint scent of earl grey and scones wafting from beneath the dome lid. He frowned.

That was not the sound of slippers. Or books being shuffled. Or even Yuki humming. It was… mechanical.

He opened the door with a composed grace, though his eyes were already narrowed with suspicion.

There it was. A round, blinking, low-to-the-ground machine sputtering as it patrolled the floor with a mindless devotion. Its plastic sensors beeped softly when it bumped into the dresser leg before spinning off toward a forgotten corner of the room.

"A… roomba?" Barbatos said, voice gentle, but in the way clouds look gentle before a thunderstorm.

Yuki, sitting on the plush settee, looked up from their sketchbook and blinked. "Oh, good morning, Barbatos! I didn’t hear you come in."

He approached silently, the way a disappointed ghost might. The tray was placed on the table with practised elegance, but the sharp clink of porcelain against silver gave away his mood.

"You’re using a machine… to clean?" he asked softly, as if questioning their loyalty.

Yuki blinked. “Well… just the floor. You’ve been busy lately, and I didn’t want to bother you. I thought this little thing might help. Isn’t it cute? Look, it even sings when it’s done.”

The roomba chirped cheerfully as if in agreement.

Barbatos smiled.

But his eyes did not.

"Cute," he repeated. He stepped forward, crouching elegantly beside the vacuum, examining it like a scientist inspecting a disease. "I see. So instead of calling for me—your partner and butler—you entrusted your sanctuary to this… disk-shaped abomination."

"Barbatos," Yuki said with a nervous laugh, "it’s just a little robot. I didn’t mean to offend—"

"I’m not offended," he said with a gracious smile. "I’m disappointed."

That was worse. Even Lucifer would’ve fled.

Barbatos stood up, dusted off invisible specks from his gloves, and gave a nod toward the machine. "What this lacks in soul, I more than make up for in care and attention. I know precisely how much lemon oil your dresser absorbs before it becomes tacky. I know the exact pattern of soot the fireplace leaves on stormy days. I once removed a cursed spider from your bookshelf using a pastry tong and holy salt."

He turned to Yuki fully now, hands folded behind his back, posture as proud as a knight defending their liege.

"And yet… this," he motioned to the roomba, now hopelessly stuck under the edge of the armchair, "was deemed more efficient?"

Yuki stood and walked over, their fingertips brushing gently over his sleeve. "I wasn’t replacing you, Barbatos," they said softly. “I was trying to give you a break for once. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to do everything.”

That made him pause. The storm quieted behind his eyes.

"I don’t do it because I have to," he said after a beat, his voice softer now. “I do it because I want to. Serving you—caring for you—is not a duty. It is my privilege.”

Yuki stepped closer, resting their head on his chest. "You really don’t like the little robot, do you?"

"I detest it," Barbatos replied simply. "It’s like watching a monkey try to conduct an orchestra."

Yuki chuckled, muffled against his shirt.

"Alright," they said. "How about a compromise? You get rid of it—and I’ll let you clean the room. But only if you let me help you bake tomorrow."

Barbatos’s smile returned—warm this time, touched with fondness.

“Done,” he said. “But if it sings again before I dismantle it, I will throw it into the time rift and let it roam the 14th century.”

They both laughed. And as Barbatos reached down, turned the roomba off with an air of finality, and set the tray with tea just right, he glanced at Yuki with eyes that gleamed like polished silver.

Love, for him, was never loud. It was not passionate declarations or grand gestures.

It was scones baked just how they liked them. It was remembering their favorite scent. And it was cleaning the room with his own two hands—because no machine could ever serve Yuki the way he could.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

What do you think? 👀

Also, Hiiiiiiii, I'm back -angsty Anon.

Okay I want the adventures of the Roomba that was banished to the 14th century. Just imagine it showing up in the middle of the Black Death and everybody is like what is this devil that has descended among us??

Erm anyway, welcome back Angsty Anon! Though clearly you can do sweet fluff too because that’s what this was~

Ahhh Barbatos and his never ending need to serve! If I remember correctly one of the things you could give him in WW in NB for his birthday was a little devil roomba like thing. I don’t remember how he reacted to it, but I like this depiction. Certainly he would be upset, even though he would also appreciate MC trying to give him a break!

Anyway, I quite liked this! Thank you for sharing!

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Old work Fresh Eyes~ Happy Pride Month~

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⭕️AVARITIA🐦‍⬛

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"A society that separates its lore masters from its horny posters will have its headcanons written by prudes and its erotic fanfic by fools."

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The whiplash in my drafts is getting comical

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It's a long shot but I feel like I want to write something (finally. For once)

Any ideas?

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The moment Mammon saw you, his eyes lit up. He changed course, making a beeline in your direction. "Hey, hey, hey! Just the person I was lookin' for!"

He wasted no time in slinging an arm over your shoulders and matching your pace. A big smile was plastered on his face. He was practically humming. Mammon could be quite affectionate at times, but this was suspicious.

"Y'see, Lucifer wanted you to clean the bathroom today," he suddenly stated. "Go scrub it really well, make that baby shine. Whole nine yards."

That came out of nowhere. You gave him the side-eye. "He said that, huh?"

"Sure did! Said there ain't no one better for the job!" Mammon nodded so hard, with such exaggeration, it shook his whole upper body.

"So Lucifer said he wants me," you pointed at yourself, "and me specifically, to clean the bathroom. Which you usually do as punishment. Because there 'ain't no one better.'"

"Yep! I dunno, maybe ya did something to piss 'im off. Sucks to be you."

While the Avatar of Greed loved poker, he had a terrible poker face in front of you. Mammon refused to meet your eyes and instead stared straight ahead with that big, fake smile.

"Okay. Where is he now?" you asked.

"What, Lucifer? Ah, he's busy." Mammon pat your shoulder and began to steer you in the opposite direction of Lucifer's office. "Here, I'll walk ya to the bathroom."

"I really think I should go see Lucifer and ask what I did to upset him. Won't you come with me?"

"Nah, he's real busy. Just trust me."

You dragged your heels into the floor. "Mammon."

"What? C'mon, don't call me like that! I can't stand that disappointment in your voice." He loosened his grip. His arm slid off your shoulders, so he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers and squeezing your palm. "Just get this over with, I'm in a hurry. The first three spins on all slots - even the real pricey ones - are only 25 grimm today. I'll make this worth your time."

You blinked at him. Ditching his responsibilities to go gamble was probably the reason Lucifer gave him this punishment in the first place.

You said plainly, "I'm not doing your chores."

Mammon dropped his smile and exhaled slowly. His thumb rubbed the back of your hand. Clearly, no amount of puppy eyes or begging was going to work. He knew from the start this was a bad idea. He took your hand in both of his, softly massaging it, showing he was regretful for trying to trick you. "Then..." He shifted his weight back and forth, lightly swaying as he considered his next words carefully.

"You wanna help me dupe Levi into doin' it?"

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excuse me waiter ☝️ there's a fly in my soup

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Just gotta say, I'm still over here squealing about Switched!Mammon having a coterie of Blue Jays. I just. It's the best, and you're the best for making it happen. I'm going to go back to being happy for tiny reasons now. <3, @bluejaysarecorvids

Thank you that's so sweet wtf<3 Your message made my day and gave me the boost to draw this

I love Mammon and I adore corvids so it was an obvious choice~

still need to learn how to properly draw them

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Don’t get attached to unpopular ships because you will run out of fic and die

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i can't remember if i posted this or not

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The Great Mammon is here~ Who's better to introduce boon givers of Hades AU than your first man? More Hades AU Mephistopheles \ Simeon \ Luke More gameplay headcanons under the cut

Maybe on of the MCs weapons will be throwing knives with unlockable Aspect of Greed. Knives will become throwing cards that will deal random status effect on hit or will have an increased crit rate

The boons that Mammon would give probably -Crit Damage\ Chance -Attack\ movement speed -Increased money gain -Chance of enemies attack missing -If you miss an attack you have a chance to hit Mammon's Call - Summon a white raven that will deal very big crit damage to one enemy Legendary boon "Returned with interest" - 10% of all crit damage you deal will transfer to your money Upon Greater Call -"Time to roll the dice!" -"Cha- ching!" -"Your loss, pal." -"Eyes on me, treasure!" -"This round is on me." -"Together!" Unique greater call (Lucifer) -"Hey bro, kinda busy. Bye!" -"Check your loyalties, Lucifer!" -"...."

(Barbatos) -"I'm the fastest after all!" -"I'm not sharing them!" -"Predict this, motherfucker!" -"Oh, now we're talkin~"