hell-drabbles

[hell-drabbles]

Okay so lore

My Whb pc was originally called Jul but later when Ra-On became the confirmed Fannon name I changed Jul's name to Riona

In the Sibling Au he's a Priest/Exorcist and is very distantly related to Ra-On

He get kidnapped into hell by Asmodeus but his first actual Pact and stuff is with Belphie

Riona has pale skin and long pinkish purple hair that he keeps in a long ponytail,one blue eye, one yellow eye

Second child is called Yuki (Cannon name) currently because I don't remember what I originally named them but their name might be Yuko actually,but yeah they got yeeted into another Universe (Obey me) they're also the only sibling that has demonic attributes in their physical appearance due to Nightbringer

Yuko has nearly white skin and has very short curly pinkish purple hair that covers their yellow sorta goat looking eyes,they have small bumps at the side of their face and on their head that later become actual horns in the Events of Nightbringer

Yuko typically dresses in sorta formal detective/suit trenchcoat sorta wear.

The youngest is Yun who belongs in Twst and is the most human looking sibling with pale skin and blue eyes,they have short pinkish purple hair and have it in a sorta wolf cut/side shave with wave bangs sorta thing (I don't have the exact name for the hairstyle)

Yun likes dressing comfortable,they wear sweaters and beanies everywhere.

Au lore

Yun is the only sibling incapable of doing magic in their family

Not naturally anyways

Riona and Yuko can both use magic naturally but Yun needs a catalyst to use their magic,that catalyst is their blood,they will cut themself and use their blood as a medium for their spells

Yuko and Riona are both out of school but Yun still goes to school

Yuko is currently unemployed on paper,but they sorta run a clinic of sorts from their home

Riona is rarely at home or even live at home,they work and this keeps him from commuting back and forth everyday

Yun is majoring in art

Yuko was the first of the siblings to disappear and once Riona finds out,he assumes it's something supernatural going on and actively uses his magic to try locate Yuko

Catching the Angel's attention and being kidnapped by Asmodeus due to this

Yun is the last to disappear, choosing to follow after the Black Carriage in assumption that it took their siblings.

Riona speaks normally and speaks a lot,Yuko can speak but is quiet enough that people assume they can't,Yun is selectively mute.

All of them get access to their demonic bloodline through different situations.

Also it follows the cannon Whb lore where their parents are dead

Riona basically raised the three of them due to this and became an Exorcist because it pays good.

Having no parents means there's no authority figure to worry about Yuko and Yun's disappearance.

All three of them are related to Whb Solomon don't be mistaken

Does lead to some weird shenanigans when all three of them find eachother and talk about eachother adventures

There's more lore but I can't remember it all

I'll bring things up as I remember

Dante Anon

Fuck is my sense of time messed up. I honestly completely forgot I had this reply in my inbox in the first place and I am sorry for that buddy. Also doesn't help that I wanted to craft the perfect answer, but such a thing doesn't exist, so then! Fuck it I say! Do it anyway!

Anyways, Riona? So far a favorite but that's because I'm always going to favor the ones with long hair, and also the whole "parenting sibling" relationship he's got going on, that's always a nice messy thing to explore, having to contend with the fact that you had to give up your childhood way too early, and act as both sibling and parent. Does things to a person and I love that!

You think you've settled into a normal dynamic, then suddenly one of the sibling's you're caring for just vanishes and I can't imagine how much this must hurts. When the initial panic goes away, guilt settles in and suddenly you feel like such a failure, thinking "what if I did this differently? What if I insisted Yuko stay here longer?" All the what-ifs crawl in in the dead of night and there's nothing to be done to stop them.

Am I projecting? Perhaps I'm projecting but that's the fun of it all! Speculating headcanons after headcanons! It's actually one of the many reasons I struggle with making characters of my own because I know everything there is to know about my characters, there is no mystery to be solved because those bitches be empty. So whenever I hear about people's own characters, I get such a blast of the happy chemicals. Creativity is always fun to witness!

Yuko! Don't have many thoughts on Yuko other than "ooooh noir detective fit." May Yuko be able to wrangle those demons down, they are a comedic laugh and a half!

And Yun, oh Yun. When you're the youngest, it's always easy to feel like you're lacking in some way, chasing after the backs of the other siblings, hoping to catch up to them, feel more equal to them rather than just being the "youngest sibling that needs to be protected."

Oh to have an extensive universe such as yours. I don't have anything really that spans across different universes such as that, I tend to keep everything in it's own pocket. Well, expect for that eldritch au I have going on in my other blog, that's actually a cross-over for a personal project that I still haven't released because I'm still tinkering with it.

Well, I do have a number of OC's going on, but my brain is the kind of stubborn fucker that cannot pop out the fun facts about them unless I'm prompted to, like the way knowledge is only recalled when seeing the options in a school test. It's there, buried somewhere, but I cannot get it on command and it's sometimes painful to deal with. I have the specific vibe, but good luck with getting me to string the characters together into a coherent narrative.

Like my angel dude? Raqiel? His vibes are still the same, the very strange angel that somehow, someway, hasn't become fallen and turn into a devil? I still haven't made any other angel oc's that he should probably know and probably has a weird "star-crossed relationship" with because he was kicked out of heaven, but is now staying on the ground of his own volition. I have no clue what kind of character would work best with Raqiel, and I certainly don't know how to make his relationship with the Reader Insert also as compelling because I made him just to be bullied and beat up. The creative struggles be struggling!

Anyways, again, I'm sorry for the very late reply, but I got it out!!! Thank you for reading!!

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I can imagine that this is the type of open back outfit that Angelified!Companion would wear cuz 1. We don’t allow regular shirts in this house and 2. I thrive for imagining Companion as a Model for some outfits

[THE ARTIST IS NIHONEHO ON X AND TT, I FORGOT TO CREDIT THEM 😭😭😭😭]

That is a real nice shirt. Yeah considering the way I have some of the angels in my mind, this would probably be a thing that would happen, though they'd have to time it right with the angelified companion, and also concede with the fact that the shirt they're making them wear? It's probably not going to survive for long. But, as they continue to spend more time around the angelified companion, they do become more and more wasteful, more indulgent, and just falling farther and farther from the general norms they have established into their social customs.

Anyways, for some reason this gave me big brainworms and I thank you for sending this because it got me writing something that I'm actually proud of!!!!!

Read pls!

It was rare of you, to be this silent, this still. When your eyes overflowed with colors of hymns, when your shattered halo spun, reformed and broke once again with the sounds of all manner of prayers, everything within your…unsightly human soul would rebel. Would roar to be the loudest voice within the mourning cacophony you're drowned in.

Gabriel once thought it ugly. It still is, in fact, but even ugly things can become cute, if one listens it long enough. And, lately, sounds have becomes so much more tolerable when it's you making them.

The sound of pearl strings clicking together, the silky rub of gossamer sleeves as they brush against the delicate lace, the strain of pulling ribbons upon crooked, melting, and mending wings. Sounds that angels have made, have heard first, before humans were created and were able to make such things. They have stolen what God had made beautiful to Gabriel.

And now, while the process was excruciatingly slow, Gabriel was finally reclaiming what was taken.

"These pearls were difficult to shape," Gabriel said as he threaded his fingers through the glittering strings, letting them click against his nails, "they had lumps, but what would I expect out of the creatures they came from?"

He'll never forgive those clams for smelling as horrible as they do. But, at least they were easy to get through.

It was just you and him, within this white room high above the clouds. The sun poured in through the glass-stained windows, multi-colored light being absorbed by the white drapery. You liked color, evidently, as this was the only room you're willing to sleep in. It was also the only room where you can be kept calm, in all states of being.

And about the only place Gabriel could even attempt to put clothes on you. You don't quite deserve the fabrics of Heaven yet, so he had no choice but to compromise and have these clothes fashioned in your home. The transformation will eventually be complete, there's no harm in testing the waters and seeing which would suit your figure best, even if the fabric of human origin would be subpar at best.

"There we go, now don't we look better?" A calm mind leads to a calm figure, leads to a calm beast of Heaven to be decorated. "While I doubt it'll last long, this suits you better, since this is by my design. You're getting closer to perfection."

And farther from your origins.

"Though, make no mistake," while your wings don't leave much room for your back to breath, Gabriel has long since learned the particular way they like to crowd, and his fingers had no problem finding and stroking your spine, "you're far from being one of us, but you can no longer call yourself one of them, now can you?"

You bent lower, as if in reverence.

Then, you spoke.

"You designed this?"

…your voice rolled over his ears, stroked his ribs and cascaded down the entire length of his body. Gabriel did his best to suppress a shiver and focus on the fact that you still haven't given yourself up to that beautifully burning light. And it annoyed him that, beneath that disappointment, was a little spot of relief.

Perhaps boredom of the same, bestial behavior from all the other angelified creatures was getting to him. Yes, that was all.

And yet, he can't get his mouth to move. All he can do is watch your face.

Your hands grabbed at the fabric, lifting it closer to your face to view all of the delicate details sewn within. Your eyes narrowed and your halo sparked an angry light, "it smells like you."

Your fingers gripped at the collar, then you pulled. Your body flexed, your wings twitched and fluttered beneath his fingers as you ripped the shirt up. Months of work, month of waiting for this special commission to be finished, and you tore it up without a second thought. You threw the strips of fabric and strings of pearls away, tossed it as you would a clump of hair from a shower drain.

You were bare once more, and the anger simmering beneath his belly gave Gabriel his voice back.

"No gift pleases you, it seems," You didn't even give him an answer. "Well, that's fine. I simply need to make something that you can't rip apart."

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honestly it's a little annoying that when the game's writing is criticized they say, "it's a 🌽 game, what do you expect?" is an answer that bothers me a little, since they use the category of the game as an excuse, and that is really limiting for a story, like for example an otome game called love & deep space has become popular thanks to its story and making it its strongest point despite the dating simulator genre, and if it is the format there are also video games that also take advantage of the slightly older format as part of the story,

Adding to the fact of the obvious favoritism towards Levi both in history and in the cards, leaving aside all the characters, also another of his problems would be the MC himself who changes they personality according to the needs of the situation

Haaa, yeah that classic excuse. I'm ace as all hell but the fact that it is filled to the brim with smut does not excuse the shoddy quality, especially since you're expected to spend money on it. The devs wants money, so they shouldn't skim on the corners. Spitting out the excuse that "it's a (genre/demographic) game, it's gonna be shitty" just says to me how little you respect the people that enjoy that genre in the first place.

And funny you should bring up love and deep space, I initially was going to get into it, but it was waaaay too resource heavy for my phone or any of my other devices. And, well, I'm not the target demographic, quite frankly. This has the kind of story that I would introduce to a beginner otome/dating person who wants to get introduced to the genre but doesn't want to deep dive into it. I've been around the genre for a very long time and I have developed too...weird of a taste? I like otome/dating games to be weird and uncomfortable. Makes me want to gut it apart and stitch it back together in a way I like. Perhaps there's some deep lore shit in there that's real fucked up and if there is, someone tell me because then I will get into love and deep space.

Anyways, yeah the problem with WHB in general is that the devs want money. Like, really want money. It's so fucking blatant with the way they starve their F2P players, who make up the majority of the fanbase quite frankly. You have to be generous with them, so that eventually they start to spend. But they don't, because they want money now. Leviathan so far makes the most amount of money, so of course they'll be focusing on him. He's the devs specialest guy, Hell would fall apart without him, he has the most tragic backstory, whatever!

Blah, went off on a tangent there. Anyways, to summarize, I can probably be convinced to write for love and deep space, and WHB has little excuse for being what it is.

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I uninstalled the WHB game a while ago.So the fandom is still alive?

Same, I also uninstalled it a long time ago. I played many a gacha game and have a personal set of "gacha red flags" and unfortunately this game hit too many of them. But anyways, the fandom is pretty much alive and well, well as alive as it can be. If it's going strong?? Not too sure about that. I'm just passively consuming what people upload because I do not have the patience for the absolute grind that is this game.

I still have this game rattling around in the brain, but in the "I want to rewrite the entire world, characters and lore to suit my needs" rather than the "I want to slightly tweak what's already there." But, I have entered the biggest slump recently, and it's gotten to the point where I can't even open my laptop. Get an idea and the thought of getting my laptop drains me and suddenly can't write at aaaall.

Anyways, yes the fandom is still alive and it's always nice to see people enjoying themselves. Again, I don't expect this game to last a very long time, so I'm just waiting for the devs to confirm that they're shutting this game down, and for the fans to go archive as much shit as they can before the servers go down.

...I should probably get into different games. Or other things really.

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I don’t think companion isn’t one for drinking until they’re drunk but I like to think that if they were to actually be drunk, they become not aggressive but instead the opposite.

Like, giving praises and just giving affection towards anyone they know. Ex, cuddling, cheek kiss, playing with their hair and just straight up looking like a lovesick fool.

Heck, they even notice small details and quirks that makes them praises whoever is near them.

Yeah when they get fully into the haze of being drunk, the anger is just not there. It's not as if they're a naturally aggressive person, all that anger comes from a place of genuine care after all. Frustration that needs to be expression, but is often not taken seriously or is dismissed.

Hmm, a fully drunk companion… well, moments like that are certainly rare, but to say they never happen would just be me lying. Though, I'd say they act less like a lovesick fool and more… seductive? Intimate? Ah, let me write it out so you can see what I mean.

(Also sorry for the long silence, my family and I are in the process of moving and it's a lot to deal with. Almost done though, just need to wait for the damn water to turn on and it's off with all of us!)

You… had a little too much to drink, that much was clear to Ra-on. While you weren't the most conscious of manners, but you were of sounds. Your own sounds, specifically. You don't step too loud, you try to not raise your voice so much as you solidify it when you need to, and even when you're at your busiest, you don't go through the streets or house like a tornado.

So when you knocked back another shot of alcohol and let the glass clatter loudly against the table, Ra-on knew you had too much to drink, and all he could do was tense up the moment your gaze landed on his rather… exposed figure. He really should've picked something that hid his nipples more…

Ra-on nearly bit through his cheek the minute your fingers threaded through his hair. You weren't quite focusing on him, so much as you were lost in your own head. From your silence to your lazy carding through his loose hair, you were practically petting him. The tingles that raced down is spine was driving him nuts and it took all the will he's been slowly building up to keep his blood from traveling south. Didn't stop it from coloring his face red as an apple.

…you had a rare, easy lean to you. Resting your weight right over the chair, not caring for the way your collar dipped down and exposed skin, or the way your sleeves were rising up past your elbows. For once your face was settled into something soft, like you were watching a creature worth cherishing. And when you were truly trying to catch your lost thoughts, your lips had this…captivating habit of moving. He couldn't take his eyes off of them.

Perhaps it was the buzzing fog over his senses, perhaps it was the thrumming music etching itself into his every crevice, but it took a bit for your words to hit his ears.

"Come here," you said, with a light beckon of your hand, looking at him as if he was a delicate little star cradled in your palm.

To be protected. To be savored.

And he froze, like a deer in headlights. Because suddenly, you made that standard bar chair look like a throne. He can't 'come here,' because if he does, he knows his knees are going to give in and if he so much as sees your shoes he's going to--

You grabbed the back of his chair and dragged it until you couldn't get it any closer. Your legs pressed against one another, and to add onto his misery, you sighed into his ear as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders. You could bite into it if you wanted to, and the thought had every part of Ra-on shivering in want.

Lost in his fantasies as he was, Ra-on didn't even notice when another set of shot glasses were placed on the table. Only when you shook the ice within in front of his face did he snap back into attention.

"Hey, I said you should try this." Shame climbed down Ra-on's spine when he realized he missed your words again, caught up in his daydreams. "It's pretty sweet. I know you like fruity tasting things."

"…a-alright. Hey!" He would've grabbed it, but it was snatched by tight jawed Satan. Chugged it right down, throat bobbing in such a way that tempted Ra-on to like up his vein. Angrily, Satan crunched on the ice before throwing the shot glass right near your head.

"Aren't you getting bored, just sitting there? Come on, let's dance!" Satan grinned, already taking Ra-on's wrist to pull him right out of your embrace. The attention, the sheer need to have him by his side made warmth emerge from his chest.

But now wasn't the time, because Ra-on noticed you didn't flinch. You weren't paying attention, entirely focused on him because everyone else around you was still just a pack of strangers. He can't just leave you alone.

So he harshly yanked himself away and settled his face into a glare just like yours. Well, tried at least. He can't make himself as scary as you are, but he tried. And that was, shockingly, enough, because that got a blink out of Satan.

"Fine, we'll 'dance' later then." His eyes glittered with amusement, like a cat ready to play a prank, but he left anyway.

…Ra-on's pretty sure he's even more angry than before. He's not a devil that hides anything, so that much was easy to see. Either way, Ra-on sighed, grateful for this momentary relief.

Then, your fingers skimmed over his stomach. Without warning, you lifted his shirt, exposing his feverish skin to the cold air. You didn't say a thing, your face in a quiet, drunken daze. You didn't care for the way he twitched when you grasped him nor did you snap out of whatever daze you're in to the way he stifled back a squeak when you rubbed circles below his ribs. He squirmed, ticklish as he was, and he knows he should be fighting back, but he knows you, and he knows you're nothing like the devils.

"Stop moving," you grunted, annoyed. As if Ra-on was nothing more than an impatient pet, you tightened your grip and pulled him firmly into place.

He didn't want to see the look on your face, so he covered his eyes as if that'll hide him away from the world. His skin has practically become purple. Can practically feel steam rising off of his ears, and he just knows it's only going to get worse. He'll shut up, he'll keep mum and soon it will all be over. You won't remember, and that's fine with him. It's better that way even.

Besides, your touch was something he always yearned for. Isn't he allowed this moment? It'll be fine, because you won't do anything bad, and Ra-on won't do anything bad as well.

"Mm…" you idly sighed as you felt over the flair of his hips, "you're getting too thin again." You flicked at his hipbones and Ra-on jumped.

"I'm sorry," he instinctively said.

"But that's fine, I know you're trying your best," you smoothed a palm over where you flicked, "been eating more, I noticed. That's good, that's good." Then, you rested your hand on his cheek, guiding his attention away from your hands to your dreamy face. You pressed your forehead against his, and Ra-on forgot how to breathe. "Don't fall away from me, please? I know I get angry, but I could never hate you."

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Ra-on 5

Summary: It's rare nowadays but you and Ra-on have started to make breakfast together again. Morning drinks are one thing, but making something, cooking together is another, since Ra-on hasn't touched the stove in… years. It was nice, you have to admit.

(…every time I write for Ra-on I always go overboard on the word count. He just does things to my brain.)

You'll admit, it was a bit of a gamble on your part. Things have been calming down, the angels have taken a backseat for some kind of celebration, you're not quite sure, but either way, it allowed for you to just… relax. So much so that breakfast has become a thing for you again. Before, you'd be too stressed to actually stomach anything until the afternoon.

Well, either way, an urge has tickled you and you decided to knock on Ra-on's door and ask if he wanted to cook breakfast in the morning. It used to be a thing, a routine for you, Ra-on and Minhyeok, back before… well, before everything.

You all didn't like the same breakfast and it was always a hassle trying to navigate the kitchen with the limited space. Really, it was all just an excuse to do something together, to talk and poke fun at one another first thing in the morning. It just didn't feel right to spend that early sunlight in silence, cooped up in your rooms.

…you asked, and he agreed, but again, it was a gamble. Ra-on has the spine of a wet noodle and can never really say no unless you twisted his arm about it. If he really didn't want to do something, he'd drag his feet or do such a shitty job that it wouldn't be worth asking him again. And it was easy to tell if he really didn't want to do something just by the way he dressed or went about cleaning himself up.

And how do you know that Ra-on's actually taking this seriously? By the fact he's tied up his hair. Brushed it back, away from his face and in a clean tail low on his skull. Seeing that put you in a pretty good mood, you're not gonna lie. You'll never say it to his face because you're not quite back into the close friends zone, but his hair was always the thing you like most about him. Nice and weighty waves, just on the cusp of curling, colored in that rich purple of his. Reminded you of that wine you all drank when you, Ra-on and Minhyeok clinked cabernet glasses.

Ra-on wasn't going to be dragging his feet, that's good.

"Yeah you've always been protein heavy, haven't you?" Your flat tone hit its mark and Ra-on cracked two eggs at the same time right into the bowl. Two eggs of a whole carton.

And without missing a beat, Ra-on waved his whisk in the air, almost whimsical, "Mm-hmm. I am the local devil cumdumpster extraordinaire."

You stopped what you were doing, put down your bowl, and stared right at Ra-on's bare back, covered in only an apron because he could never handle the heat of the kitchen all that well. He went on mixing, hummed a little tune to himself even, but eventually the lack of noise on your side got to him. His whisking eventually stopped and he leaned against the counter. His shoulders started to shudder, red blooming down his neck until every inch of skin resembled a freshly boiled shrimp.

"Why did I say that." He hissed to himself even though you can still clearly hear him.

Yup, there's that non-existent filter of his. You snorted and laughed. "Brain still asleep, I take it?"

Ra-on threw his arms in the air and yelled out, "Apparently! Ugh… sorry."

"Don't, that was funny." You turned around and continued popping yolks. And just to change the subject before he begins lamenting like a late 80's soap drama protagonist, you asked, "Can you get the butter over there?"

"Hmm? Yeah I got it," Ra-on zipped right on over and was by your elbow before you knew it, carrying said melted butter and a little carton of heavy cream. He shook it with a smile, like the sloshing brought him joy. "I like heavy cream in my crepes."

Yeah, you remember that. It's a little weird to see him this… engaged with whatever's going on, actually letting himself be present and involved instead of waiting for things to happen to him. Feels nice, to not talk with a ghost of a person.

"I know. With a little bit of cinnamon, right?" You already have that set up and ready to go in a little golden cup, because the devil ruling this place insisted on having everything be in that color.

"Yeah, and cocoa powder." A simple recipe all things considered, but it's one you remember smelling early in the morning back when all of you were little and sleeping over in Ra-on's house. His parents weren't great cooks, not to level of Minhyeok, but it doesn't detract from the fondness of it all.

"Alright, get back to your whisking." You tapped his ribs with your elbow. "I need my room."

"Oh, right." Ra-on was a blur as he bee-lined for his bowl. He hasn't even had his coffee.

Though, just as you placed the pan onto the stove burner, you heard a loud, "Hey!" followed by a smack of wood on skin.

It wasn't a hard whack at all, but Mammon reeled back nonetheless, holding his hand as though it did hurt. Emotional damage perhaps?

Ra-on curled over the bowl, waving spatula in warning, eyebrows pinched, "This isn't for you. This is my breakfast."

Couldn't even get a word in edge-wise, but that didn't mean Mammon wasn't going to be a little shit about it. He did what he did best and stood there, as if daring Ra-on to move him himself. Cocked his eyebrow and everything. "Am I not allowed to help my precious Master?"

Perhaps it was the look in his eyes, perhaps it had to do with the fact that Mammon was as naked as the day he was born, but Ra-on choked on his spit, gathered as much as his arms could carry, and zipped right to your side. Practically glued himself to you, really.

"Get him to leave!" Ra-on hissed! Well, seems whatever spine he had just left, but hey, progress. Reminds you of the time Minhyeok was way too hungover and insisted on being in the kitchen and refused to leave.

Haha… good times.

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Mammon and Ra-on 1

Summary: Ra-on's waiting by the stairs, sitting as a cave creature would. You stand by him, if only to see what he's up to.

(Hey does anyone have access to any WHB repository? You know, a place where I can specifically watch/read the side event stories? I need to catch up on those since I refuse to touch the app. Anyways, have Mammon.)

"What are you waiting for?" With how laser-focused Ra-on was as he sat on the floor, locked onto the top of the stairs, you couldn't help but ask.

"Mammon." Ra-on simply answered, hands on his knees. You're pretty sure he hasn't blinked once. At least he's dressed for the day. Well, as dressed as he can be since the devils like to try and swap out his clothing for their… preferences.

Irritating. You'd think they'd at least know his preference for being fully clothed for the sake of having it torn off of him, but no.

"I mean, the clothing is nice, but if I'm already practically naked, then what's the point of tearing it off? It's just strings so there's no effort! I want to hear the clothing be torn through! It's hot! Besides, I enjoy variety."

Or so Ra-on ranted to you as you brushed your teeth. Lately he's been doing that instead of holing himself up in his guestroom and waiting to be dragged out by however happens to be hot and horny enough.

You slipped your hands in your pockets. "What for? You see him every day." You didn't sit down but you did lean against the wall closest to him.

Ra-on suddenly perked up from his slouch, eyes wide and giddy and with excitement. He pointed to the top. "Look."

And, decorated laxly and in all his gold glory, Mammon appeared, horn glinting in the light.

"Oh? Is my Master here to greet me? I'm honored to receive such favor from you." Mammon had a genuine smile on his face, but it quickly turned smarmy the minute his eyes landed on you. "How rare though, to see you join my Master in this tradition of his. Should I reward you, perhaps?"

You didn't miss a beat. "Reward me in silence then, Mammon."

And his jaw clicked shut, clearly taking joy from your flat tone. There are many things you don't like about Mammon, but at least he's a devil of his word.

You glanced at Ra-on, who hasn't said a word, eyes still clearly focused on Mammon. Waiting for something. Not even a twitch of disapproval from him. Huh.

Then, Mammon descended the stairs with the presence of someone that knew themselves to be the main attraction of a party.

Oh. Oooh.

"They bounce." You were almost impressed. What a plentiful body Mammon has.

Ra-on nodded, as though a wise sage, "They do."

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It's 3am and I'm suddenly in the mood to proclaim my love(?) for your works so here we go 🍪🥛

Your works (for this fandom) have these gory and uncomfortable....themes sometimes that just really makes it absolutely fascinating to read. To make MC and the reader be so...unique? Like neither this good innocent blorbo nor quirky girlboss (which isn't meant to degrade them) but a secret third thing.

I usually prefer to read xreader romance or light(er) yandere works but this territory of not quite romance or yandere but just....obsession in its rawest and ugliest form is so addicting. I love reading tragedies that end terribly for everyone (or at least the aggressor) and embittered companion is like peeking into a deep black hole that you know is not gonna end but you jump anyways bc the curiosity is too great.

Idk it's too much to read smts, companion always being 2nd kinda hits a bit too close home and what a disappointment Raon is (I just need to squeeze him real good like slime) but I wouldn't have it in any other way. It's like watching something burn in front of me and I can't look away. Scratching a healing wound. Squishing insects. Wouldn't think of it usually but when presented with the opportunity, it's hard to ignore even though I know better. Not to say that your works are "bad" and 'immoral' or anything, I just get the same vibe when I read them. Disgust, satisfaction, guilt, fascination, hatred.

Anyways, thx for your hard work and I wish you a nice day and weekend 🍀🫶

Man I kept this in my inbox for so long. I just, want to keep it in my inbox forever because reading it every time just lifts my mood up instantly!

Anyways, here's me rambling.

I've spoken of my distaste for the canon MC of this game time and time again, and while the easy solution could've easily have been to just... cut out all of the things I hated(the rampant insecurity, goldfish memory, doormat kindness, passivity), I'm a believer that anything can work and I figured "let's make you worse. I refuse to let the narrative brush all of those aside." And, obviously, I have to further satisfy my need to put my Ra-on in his place, so here be the Companion! Force of nature extraordinaire! They too shall suffer, because that is how I show my love!

Honestly, I can't really write pure innocent blorbos for the life of me. I need them to be a little fucked up in some form or another for my brain to be interested. That and I love nothing more than to see two messed individuals tear at each other, be it emotionally or physically. It's just fun. But also, an innocent blorbo that can do no wrong just wouldn't fit in the setting I have in my head. I know Solomon referenced the devils as being similar to that, but that defangs the devils, you know? They've lived a while. I think they deserve to be fucked up in the ways devils should be.

(That being said, I need to write the ways in which Lucifer is fucked up, you know, beyond the self-mutilation.)

Definitely keeping that though, the fact that Solomon sees the devils as innocent as a way to showcase how favoritism completely and utterly blinds him in the same way it does my Ra-on's. God, I bet the Companion would despise him. They go out of their way to discredit his statement on their innocence, and then he acts as if the Companion is the ignorant and naive one here, it's so fucking condescending. "You don't know them that well, then. With time, you'll come to understand. You are young, after all." Don't you just hate that?

Anyways...

I do aim to make people feel uncomfortable, or at least unsettled, so I'm glad to see that's the reaction I got. It's gotta strike that careful balance of discomfort, but also still be fascinated to see how it ends.

Oh obsession, how I love you so, and I love the way it manifests in different ways beyond the "you're mine and I want to keep you trapped always." My brain doesn't like eating just one flavor of obsession, it needs them all. I do enjoy yandere but it's very difficult to find stuff that's made for me, because often writers use them for romance specifically. I use yanderes for horror. Horror for both the object of obsession and the person sinking into that obsession. I think it's neat!

Fun fact, my first exposure to yanderes, before I even knew the term, was a character called Kizami Yuuya from Corpse Party. My second exposure I think was that pink-haired girl from Future Diary, but I dropped it as soon as it was made clear the main character was going to return her feelings. I'm not into that. I just want horror. Gimme. I want everyone to have a horrible time!

I'm glad to see that is does scratch a specific itch. My Ra-on is certainly a piece of work and is certainly not beyond saving, but boy is he frustrating to deal with. A cycle of guilt, self-loathing, selfishness and passivity. Oh, what a mess he is! He's been pampered for too long, the Companion will knock a thing or two into him. Eventually. There be a lot of things happening in Hell after all.

Anyways, thank you for enjoying my works, as horrendously slow as I may be.

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Curious about Companion and Asmodeus, I may or may not forget some posts regarding Asmodeus to the Companion so bear with me, I'm really wondering how Companion put up with Asmodeus who has the weird effect to y'know, make everyone around him "excited", and I wondered how it would affect Companion.

Both Companion before and after being angelified(if I spell it right :'3)

Aside from Companion being avoidant to procreation stuff, I feel like they could hold their ground from Asmodeus constant horniness. I, too, want to hit Companion in more than a way.. But no doubt Lucifer would have my head... I think it's worth the risk though hhehehehhhehehhehehhhehehe

Anyways, have a nice day. February already suck ass for me; mountains of projects left and right brah

Hmm I would imagine that the Companion isn't immune to Asmodeus's pheromone thingy, but the difference here is that while the Companion is "excited," it's a very aimless type of excitement. You know, in the same way you can be extremely hungry, but no appetite to satisfy it, so you're just opening and closing the fridge hoping for something to pop up and get your attention.

And, well, aimless horniess leads to frustration, and frustration leads to anger. So they attack. It also doesn't help that this type of horniess is very unnatural and the Companion knows it. But at least they have anger to ground them into reality. They survive out of spite and isn't that a fun sight to see.

But yeah, I think it would be fun to have it where the Companion does know Asmodeus prior to the events, but absolutely did not know he was a devil. Just thought he was a weirdo that keeps coming into the night clubs and bars. Get along with him all things considered, if only to have a different relationship with a devil king that isn't high caution, anger or frustration. One of the few people that can wrangle him to behave. I'm one of those people that actually doesn't believe in the whole "you can only have one true love," thing. I know people love the thought of the devils loving you and only you, and that Solomon was more a platonic love, but that's just boring to me. People can fall in love again, and people can have multiple true loves.

That being said, I feel like Asmodeus and Lucifer are in a similar circle, in that they're not interested in participating in dick measuring contests that the other younger kings tend to do. Not really territorial or impatient. They feel wiser, simply put, and I would like to add him to the small little harem I'm creating for the Companion. Because that's always fun.

I would imagine that out of all the devils, Asmodeus would probably be the devil the Companion would go to for getting out all of their sadistic desires. Cutting him up, over-stimulation that will begin hurting, fucking him into unconsciousness, you know the like. All devils can keep up, being devils but I would imagine nobody else would be as enthusiastic as him since he doesn't give a shit if they're related to Solomon or not.

Hedonistic devil that becomes more tame when the Companion commands it. A clear longing in Asmondeus's eyes, his voice becoming more quiet so as to impart words for only the Companion's ears. Someone as narcissistic as him actually holds high respect towards the Companion, enough to tone down the dramatics if need be. Real high faith in the Companion, so much so it makes Asmodeus laughs anytime anyone doubts their ability to thrive. Oh you silly small minded devils.

Either way, this terrifies every devil involved. Weird behavior from Asmodeus cannot be good.

Now, after the whole angelification event... I would imagine there's a new sharpness to Asmodeus and Lucifer, at least in the way they speak and act. It's not outright, certainly, but there's a clear disappointment every time they're called for a devil king meeting. Very delicious tension.

And as for how the Angelified Companion reacts to that aura of his... If not lucid, they'd probably try to eat Asmodeus on sight. They have a hair trigger aggression so any extreme bodily reaction tends to bring that out. It's also pretty dangerous when the Companion is lucid, because if they're experiencing too much all at once, then Asmodeus's aura will cause them to mentally shut themselves away, and it's back to that state of not lucid they go. He makes for an amazing lure actually, so he has his uses.

Though, Asmodeus being Asmodeus, he obviously cannot resist the fantasy of rolling in the hay with the Angelified Companion. He's a monster fucker and I cannot be convinced otherwise.

Ironically, I don't think Lucifer would take your head for wanting to tap the Companion. He's the embodiment of pride and he has this extreme self assuredness to him. As in, you don't even register as a threat to him, because he's just that confident that no other person can take the Companion away. Do as you please, he'd probably say.

But yeah, Companion can stand their ground very well. Probably one of the things that excites Asmodeus because who doesn't like the chase?

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I have an oc but I'm not gonna talk about then rn

I feel like if Solomon's line ever got mixed with demon blood

All of Solomon's cambion children would have like ram/goat/sheep features

Like ram horns,add eyes,cloven hooves,fangs and all

That might be bias though due to the fact in my lore my Obey me, Twst and Whb ocs are all siblings in my main au with Whb oc being the oldest,Obey me being second and Twst being youngest

I kinda wanna spill siblings/family lore on you rn

Dante Anon

I feel like Solomon's demon line would

Ah I see, a good ol scattering of family members across different dimensions/universes. Honestly if you want to spill that lore to me I don't mind, I love hearing people's own lore and stories.

Hmm adding onto the Solomon's cambion children, perhaps they end up attracting or having affinity with black snakes or black snake related creatures/devils? Well, either way, I too love ram horns and anything related to the such, I just think they're pretty neat.

Hmmm sleek black snake devil... a little on the nose but I do love characters with snake motifs. I'll think deeper on it on another date, probably.

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Ngl if anyone were to actually able to have sex with companion, it would definitely be something to brag about.

It wasn’t even a simple one night stand, it was a deep feeling, compassionate, and vulnerability exposed love session.

Tho I can see if companion prefer to keep their sex life private

Hahaha I would imagine the Companion would find that really weird. Like, sex is just sex, what's there to brag about? Shockingly the Companion isn't all that private about their sex life, but they're not the type to go announcing it either. If it comes up, and if it's funny, they'll talk about it usually. Sex isn't really this sacred topic to them, they like what they like and are pretty straightforward about it.

But yeah, the devils they had sex with would certainly be huffing and bragging about it. Might end up being funny to the Companion once they're used to the weird culture down here in Hell, though that does depending on how the devil brags. Like, if the devil starts going into the nasty details with the clear intention of turning on the other devils they're bragging to, the Companion will get pissed. The Companion does not like being treated like masturbatory material without their consent.

But if it's just a devil looking to puff up their ego and rub it in the devils faces, okay the Companion will laugh.

And hohoho, a loving session with the Companion huh? And not a one time thing? Sounds like that devil has the Companion's favor. Kinda funny to think about, that the devils are so used to hard, fast and kinky fucking that this kind of compassionate and loving sex is new to them. And very nice.

Sorry, would've replied sooner but my neck was in pain. Barely starting to recover now that I found a position that's easier on my body.

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Highest bet that Companion wear clothes that cover 90% of their body and after they became a fallen angel, as soon as people saw their back being exposed (clothes rubbing into your wounds be uncomfortable as heck) they went feral

Hahaha, yeah I would imagine that, initially, the Companion had attempted to hide the wounds entirely, but that resulted in discomfort so bad they had to let their entire back out for a while afterwards. What certainly doesn't help is the fact the Companion's pretty silent about their pain, so when they just decide to go for the exposed back option, they told no one so the devils that greeted them first thing in the morning(Gamigin, perhaps Lucifer?) were knocked right into shocked silence. And then it turns into horny silence that makes the Companion go "Yup, what did I expect really?"

"I can feel you staring Gamigin," You said between light stretches, not making any efforts in hiding your back. It's out and about now, no point in hiding it since that would only lead to more pain.

"Ah! Sorry!" Shocked right back to reality, Gamigin jumped a step back, hands white-knuckling his staff and face stiff with a forced smile. "I just, I just... I really want to lick your back..."

"Ugh." Of course. "If you're gonna jack it, just go to the bathroom."

"Thank you!" And your bathroom door slammed shut.

...was your back really that much of a sight? It's just your back.

"...hm." You managed to keep yourself from jumping out of your skin at the sound of Lucifer's voice.

Lucifer, instead of being in front of your room, was turned towards the closed bathroom door, hands in pockets, as if waiting for his turn.

"...Lucifer?"

He didn't turn around. Kept stubbornly staring into wood, nose practically pressed into it.

"...are you waiting for your turn?"

He didn't say anything, merely lightly nodding, still refusing to look you in the eye.

You snorted. "You've got to be kidding me."

Guess your back has too much power.

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Lowkey angsty-ish kind ask, but legitimately curious on this concept of ”what if”—

What if: Companion just straight up... Like, gave up? Considering how many bullshits they went through for Ra-On and how their actions don't affect much on what is happening around Ra-On(Unless they just use their hands to get things done, which is nearly all the time), I knew the Companion is the friend who would want to see the better you and would fight for it to have you become the best version of yourself — but doesn't everyone have their limits at the end of the day?

Companion deserved to be wrapped in a blanket and given a warm tea alongside their favourite movie. (I also love how most of the anons treat Companion as a whole different set of character instead of self-insert, endearing)

Oh yeah that's another thing I want to focus on, the Companion had plenty of opportunities to just give up and leave, but chose to stay and fight, and it's becoming pretty clear, especially from our perspective, that it's not a very healthy decision they've made. Certainly, it seems altruistic and self-sacrificing, but you can't deny that there's a degree of selfishness baked into the Companion's being. They want for my Ra-on to be a better version of himself, but this lack of control over anything that's happening leads to the Companion reacting in anger, and that's not how you go about trying to help someone along on their journey of self-healing.

It just goes from a well-meaning friend trying to help you out, to an owner tugging at the near-ripping leash of their dog. Not good at all. And I'm here for that toxic dynamic the Companion and Ra-on have going on, since Ra-on over here doesn't really see the Companion as his equal. Thinks they're waaaay better than him, wants them to be way better than him, because then he'll be treated like the piece of shit is, because that's what he deserves.

It's… ough, it's a dynamic, threatening to consume one another in the worst ways possible.

But yeah, in the end, things will get better since my Ra-on does care for the Companion, but right now he's blinded by lust, muscles and is swimming in the euphoria of having a harem without having to put in any effort. He isn't really registering that the devils are… you know, devils. They're dangerous, but my Ra-on over here believes that they would never harm the Companion.

Sooo… shit probably starts changing when Leviathan comes into the picture. Ra-on too easily forgives him because his past is so sad and he's suffering even though he tried to kill Ra-on. But then Leviathan tries to kill the Companion, and that sets Ra-on off into a spiral, but a different kind of spiral. Starts questioning some devils and is just… horrified at the idea that if the devils wanted to, they'd have no problems with the Companion being gone. Yeah yeah they're… extreme but it's not like they're dangerous right??? Was under the impression that even if they constantly try to separate the both of them, the devils won't harm the Companion because if they wanted to, they would've done so already. Besides, they cherish Ra-on don't they? So shouldn't that treatment at least extend a little bit towards the Companion?

Haha. Oh the willful ignorance of this man. I wanna throttle him.

You wanna know something hilarious? My version of Ra-on is inspired by the main character from the anime School Days. At least, in part, and is vastly more pretty and handsome. I really love watching subpar to bad anime, it's very entertaining to me.

And I do love that, that everyone is treating the Companion like it, it's very cute. Tis a testament that I wrote a pretty compelling reader insert character. They go through so much shit that the audience whats to spoil them. And then there's me, where I will probably make them suffer worse since that is how I show my affection, hahaha.

Anyways, if they gave up… hahaha, oh it will make Ra-on suffer. Which is hilarious because he's probably the one that they should return home without him. He's a little bit in denial at first, but eventually gets the message that the Companion is done. Done with him and done with Hell. He'd make the assumption that they're going to Minhyeok, so at least Ppyong will see them, but nope, the Companion is going to leave Minhyeok too, which honestly a huge shock to his system.

Why Minhyeok? What did he do? Do you really want to be alone?

If the Companion is going to give up on Ra-on, they're gonna go the entire mile. And Minhyeok is too attached to Ra-on and could never force him to give Ra-on up too. They could be cruel, hell they're tempted to do that just so if Ra-on ever decides to return to earth, there's be nothing waiting for him, but that would just be too much trouble.

Well, either way, there's only going to be emptiness in Ra-on's life. And the Companion? Honestly, they'd move on pretty well. No tragic ending, and perhaps being visited by some devils that they no longer remember, and starting new friendships all over again.

Though that's assuming they left waaaay at the beginning, probably a little after meeting Leviathan and after his murder attempt on both Ra-on and the Companion. If the Companion leaves after, say, their angelification recovery arc, shit is going to go down, obviously. The angels really don't know when to give up and attempting to return to a human lifestyle before things are solved is just a recipe for disaster.

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The little jig I did when you updated is now captured on tape on the cameras in my cousin's home

Like omg I cannot explain what goes through me when I see you update

Especially when it's a Lucifer piece

Dante Anon

My power knows no bounds! I kid, that's funny though, that my writings can bring this much joy to bring about a little jig. Lucifer, at least my version of him, brings me quite a bit of joy. I think I might make an original character based off of him eventually, but not right now.

Hmm I say I'll write a different character but oh, am I tempted to write what the Companion's and Lucifer's first makeout would look like. You know there was some tension between them for a while. Love me some tension.

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Lucifer 6

Summary: You have Lucifer leaning on your torso while you ask him what is it about you that turns him on.

(This drabble is also weirdly sweet, so enjoy!!! I swear I'll write for a different character eventually. I really want to gush about all the ideas in my head with somebody... There's nothing more fun than just gushing about one's own creations.)

"Hmm? What is it about me that turns you on?" You leaned against your hand, idly stroking the side of Lucifer's face as his back rested against your torso. His skin was fully flushed, mouth hanging slightly agape. He turned to try and capture your fingers, but you pulled away. "Come on, you can't avoid the question by stuffing your mouth. Tell me. I won't be angry."

You busied yourself with Lucifer's buttons, popping them open just enough to press patterns into the valley of his chest. A pleasant hum rumbled beneath your fingers, and finally his voice formed words.

"Your… your voice," he said, as if you had a vice around his neck. You've heard of devils being driven mad by lust, but somehow it never connected that such a thing was real. You can't deny it now, not when you see this devil before you ripping holes into the sheets below just to keep from touching himself. You can practically see his every twitch and throb through his pants. Any other devil probably wouldn't have as strong a self restraint as him.

"My voice is all it takes huh?" you sighed, then cupped Lucifer's chin, guiding him up until he can no longer look away from you, "that's cute, actually."

Stray hairs stuck to his skin as Lucifer was overcome with full body shudders. You couldn't help but trail a finger over the pulse on his neck, just to feel the fluttering beats of his heart.

"Mm-hmm, very cute." You back away before Lucifer could lunge for a kiss. His eye narrowed to a light glare, still refusing to give him any mercy. Funny. "You know, I was always fascinated by your eyes." You brushed away the hairs to see them clearly, allowing him to snuggle up into your palm. "They're filled with an endless patience and a soft, soft love for the world around them. I never have to worry about doing anything wrong just for being my stubborn myself. And I find them wonderful. I find you wonderful, Lucifer."

Lucifer has lived too long to be shocked by such words, but they softened him nonetheless. His face was still overtaken by a deep flush, with a small smile that looked almost shaky. "…you love to try and make me cry, don't you?"

You softly laughed, "Yeah yeah, but you know I meant every word."

A breath shuddered it's way out of his throat, "I know. That… also affects me, in many shameful ways."

"A lot of things about me affect you, I see," you readjusted yourself and leaned back against your hands, "show me exactly how. You have my permission now."

His pupils dilated so quickly, you thought his iris would disappear. You feel bad for the poor devil that will probably have to repair his clothing. Tore through that poor thing like it was nothing. And what a nice snake design it had.

Just to further mess with him, nudged his moaning mouth wider and pressed your thumb flat against his tongue. His fangs grazed against your skin, as if Lucifer was entertaining the notion of clamping down and never letting go, but never will go through with it without your say so.

It's nice, never having to worry about you suddenly being subjected to random whims and then being forgotten about once that boredom was sated.

Here was Lucifer, a devil king that was essentially untouchable, a king that forces the other kings to hold a level of caution about them, and a king that was currently masturbating with your permission.

How fun. How nice that you two have found and come to know one another.

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Angelified companion used their open back shirt for their wings for ONE day, then all the sudden angels start acting like Victorian men seeing ankles

(Couldn't help myself, I wrote a little thing and I thought that was fun. Yes yes, it's certainly fun to get into the smut as quickly as possible, but there's something just so fun about exploring that sexual tension, and having the Companion be the cause of it with just a few small things. Leaving things to imagination be one of the most powerful tools! But yeah, the angels would go nuts because it's hell of a lot hotter for the Companion to make the choice of wearing that shirt. Fall right out of the sky, brain blue-screened right then and there.)

"You need a distraction, right?" You almost sighed as deeply as you body would allow you, but you settled for a little huff of annoyance. As much as this will be... irritating, a distraction was needed for these devils to invade Heaven, if only for a little bit. And frankly, you can't rely on yourself to be lucid, so you can only settle on the best next thing. "I think I got something."

Wings being what they are, need to be accommodated for. At one point, you were tempted to just do away with clothes entirely because of the hassle of having to find the right clothes for this new additions to your body, but fuck that. You're pretty sure the other angels will take that as opportunity to play dress-up doll with you when you're sent back to that void of prayers, lost laments of a missing god, and flashes of blinding, exploding light.

An open back shirt. One simple article of clothing was really all it took for angels to fall from the sky and onto the floor of Heaven. To have them gripping their own clothes so fiercely, they accidentally tore through them. Some have even taken to grasping their own arms to keep from clawing at themselves in search of release, all the while breathing and drooling heavily.

Some of them have even started praying. Wow.

It was gross, but it was a perfect distraction. Certainly helps that this was the week after the yearly angel "orgy," so whether they like it or not, they cannot touch you. Only fantasize. And trapped they are in those fantasies of theirs. You continue walking, knowing full well those angels will follow you.

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If angelified Companion get to walk around heaven, I can imagine that once’s the angels gotten obsessed with them, they’ll stalk companion every chance they get.

If I remember right, angels don't really walk, they fly. But yeah they'd stalk the Companion like a annoying flock of seagulls. Hard to walk from one place to another with them constantly covering the sky.