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📣 Introducing the New App!!!

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The first thing you’ll see when opening the app is the start of your sweet newlywed life.

Dress up your demon partner in outfits you love!

Taken from New Obey Me! App Twitter Account

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This is long overdue!!!

It would be hilarious if in the new game Michael is added as a dateable.

(He should be right there when the royals, purgatory hall boys, Thirteen ‘n Mephisto are added imo)

But seriously think about it! Michael just skips all the awkward flirting moments ‘n any kind of dating- just to go straight to marriage!!! Very angelic if you ask me lolol

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A SNEAK PEEK AT THE NEW APP

Note: The new app is still in development, so all the images are subject to change.

I also tag the younger brothers even though they are not a part of the sneak peek because they are also marriageable spouses in the new app.

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These are the introductions of the two new songs by Solmare on twitter.

Addictive Love is about the brothers looking back on their 5 years and releasing more of their sadistic side. Listen as they let loose and show you their darker side. Lose yourself to their savage love!

Introducing Ritual, the theme song to our new app! A dark love anthem where the brothers sing just how crazy they are about you! By far the sexiest song in the Obey Me! library, enjoy the sensual melody and vocals!

I just love these themes sm 😳😳😳

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Ways in which You, the MC, raise the Characters Blood Pressure

All characters, except Luke

Cw: suggestive, spoilers and lesson 16 mentions.

Lucifer

You arranged the bottles of liquor in his study. It is order, you claim. in height and color, but for Lucifer it is a mess. It is a mess, he declares, his hands having to re-route every time they search for the intended bottle.

You do not wear weather-appropriate clothing. Look at the waistcoat on him, MC, with gloves and a dramatic flair which mimics a peacock. It is about to snow, and you do not have a jacket on. You're not cold, you affirm, but the goosebumps on your skin say otherwise. What a pity, here, have his coat.

You send him those god-awful, brainrot reels on Devilgram and expect him to watch every single one. Not his feed, not his brick, but it is there thanks to you.

You decide to climb the shelves to reach for the jar of choco-chip cookies. Yes, demons are taller, but please just use a stepping stool or ask for assistance. Imagine his plight when he walks into the kitchen half-dead from exhaustion and sees you scaling the shelves like a monkey, feet and hands gripping the wood for dear life.

You act flamboyant. Not too much, but with your head held high and that smirk on your face, fully aware of your capability and achievements, throwing him a sly glance as he takes the coat off your shoulders at a ball in the Demon Lord's castle. It gets him weak.

You participate in his brothers tomfoolery. They decided it would be a great idea to rearrange the dining room's furniture. Everyone is bickering about the ideal placement, there are streaks on the floor, and is that fire???!!! Mammon he can string up in the living room, Satan and Belphegor can be on bathroom cleaning duty, but you—what does he even do with you?? When you sheepishly apologise and give that godforsaken smile, he has no choice but to relent.

You get a little too buddy-buddy with Solomon. He's from the human world, sure, it is natural to bond with one of your kind, but when he sees you two together with almost identical smirks on your faces his brows furrow. In resignation. And a little bit of trepidation. What are you planning, MC?

Mammon

You threatened to take away Goldie when he did not listen to you. Stack it away nicely in a place where he can't reach it. Maybe the freezer. Maybe the toaster. He doesn't know.

You run headfirst into danger. Listen, Mammon knows you are very strong. Capable and headstrong. But please, please, MC, thats an Abyss Snake! Those creatures have venom so potent it can obliterate demons, and you are a human! Blessed, even though, but still, have some consideration for his heart before he runs after you, who is insistent on petting it.

You get a little too close to others. Nothing wrong with that, but his brain can't stop but cry out in protest. Biology deems it so. He's your first man! Don't you forget it! Lesser demons don't get too close though, because his scowl is enough of a warning. And he's not just all bark. Second-oldest, don't you forget.

You own him. Others demons trying to get close to him, subtly trying to slot their bodies against him at a club, or even in public. You glare and with ease tug Mammon towards you, until your lips nearly touch, intent on showing them that he's not available. Only for you.

You ate his noodles, leaving none for him.

You don't pick up his calls when you're in the human world. Crows he can send in every corner of the Devildom to look for you, assured of your safety and wellbeing. But in the human world, he can't. Six missed calls, MC, better pick up the seventh, before he decides to conjure a portal and come down there,

Leviathan

You criticised the figurine in his room. It looks weird, you say, like a blob of soup. It's magic munchkin from Igotreincarnatedinto soupduringtheTangdynasty, he says. Normies don't appreciate art. Hmpgh.

You cosplayed as Henry 2.0. and crept into his room at 3 am. Imagine his plight when he opens his eyes because he feels as if someone is watching him, only to see you decked out in full fish, contacts and all. He woke up the whole house with that scream.

You don't react to every single Devilgram reel he sends you. Friends send each other reels, sure, but these are fifty reels in a span of an hour. Just an hour.

You denied sleeping in the bathtub with him when you came over to his room for movie night, choosing to sleep in your bed instead. You claim its because the bathtub is uncomfortable. He assumes its because you hate his presence. Please just bring a mattress next time, MC, our Envy Avatar is in low spirits.

You take control. Shoving him against his chair, sitting on top of him as if you own him. Your smile is just a tad cruel, hands finding their way to the spots where he reacts the most. It makes him go blank. Please don't stop please please please

You stare at another demon too long. His envy can't help but take over. What is it that the demon have that he does not? What is it that enchants you so? Self-loathing follows after.

You forget to send him AP and receive it from your daily in-game logins. Sin.

Satan

You took the liberty of arranging the pile of books in his room. Like Lucifer, he has a natural order for them in mind, which you disrupted. Physics on the left, biology on the right and astronomy in the middle. Now its alll goneeee. No order. Chaos, however orderly they make appear.

You pet a cat and did not send him a picture. He knows from the cat fur on your clothes and the happiness on your face. Where is the kitty, MC, send him a pic now. He needs to meet the feline.

You asked Solomon for help with your studies. Sure, he's a very, very renowned sorcerer with whom even the demon likes to debate with, but study sessions are you and Satan's thing. Not with Solomon. Now you have got two intellectuals helping you study, as Satan acts passive-aggressive towards the sorcerer.

You two throw debates on random topics head to head. Intelligence is sexy, and that smile when you've outwitted him? Satan is about to swoon like a Victorian woman.

You don't walk alongside him. MC has the habit of frolicking along the path like a sheep. Cute. Maybe they have a faster pace than him. But he can't help but feel as if you are trying to avoid walking alongside him, unintentional that may be.

You add irrelevant items to the shopping cart when you both are out. Stick to the budget MC, stick to the budget, Satan chides, as he slips in a pack of the chocolate you prefer into the cart.

Asmodeus

You used a beauty product which he hates. Yes, that chaos snail cream is trending right now, but it gave him breakouts! Stop that, MC, here, use this instead!

You don't comment on his latest post/story/reel. You've been too busy with studies and Sorcerer society, we know. But you know he anticipates your comments the most! He wants YOU to look at him!!! Admire him!! You better add some heart emojis next time, MC.

You insist on cleaning together. He denies. At first. Complains all throughout, then insists on taking a bath together to get cleaned off.

You go out in public wearing an outfit that would have been put together by the enemy of fashion themselves. No, MC, you're so sexy haha please don't go out like that, when you've got Asmodeus right here to style you! He's already taking off your jacket and shoes, ready to drape you in finery. Always looking like a snack, his MC.

You see him for him, not for Asmodeus, Jewel of the Heavens. Your Asmodeus. Not the public image of him, not the impression he's curated of himself, but just the the person you see at home. At his most vulnerable. This sets him on fire like nothing else. Also when you match his freak

You insist on doing his nails. He's sweating for his life as you work on his fingernails. A very interesting choice of color there, MC, and oh, this nail buffer, seems a bit too.....rough.

Beelzebub

You don't look both ways before crossing the street. Sure, you are an accomplished sorcerer, but the inhabitants of the Devildom are still getting used to the law and order declared by Prince. That includes speed limits. His heart nearly jumps into his mouth during those moments.

You surprise him after his Fangol match. Him, all sweaty and red in the face. You, electrolyte in hand and that saccharine-sweet smile on your face that makes him weak. You could shove him against the wall and he would crumble.

You don't think before taking risks. Nothing peeves Beelzebub more than when you disregard your own safety. Please think twice before making hasty decisions that involve potential injury. For his sake, please, and the integrity of your physical body. Let him fuss over you.

You don't try your hair after you bathe/shower. You'll get a cold, he says, and a hairdryer is already in his hand. Sit down MC, and let Beel dry your hair. It will be quick.

You go out without him to eat. Eating together is love for Beel, nothing better than sharing a meal with your partner. So please don't deprive him of your company, MC, food tastes better when you are there with him.

You kill a fly. That was his friend, MC. His pal.

Belphegor

You downplay your injuries. Anyone who saw you fall down the stairs in the library knows that it would have hurt. You laughed and walked it off. He noticed the way your pace faltered, the hiss of pain when no one was looking. Please, take care of yourself, MC.

You leave hair ties around the house. Belphegor woke up to one next to his pillow, another on the RAD bench. One on top of the cabinet. And it drives him crazy. You're wondering how your supply of hair ties is running out fast, meanwhile, his supply is full, ready to be given when desired.

You put him in his place. He knows he's bratty at times, being the youngest comes with its own traits. When you bite back at him, grabbing him by the hair, showing him how brats are treated, he's gone. A demon deceased. At your mercy.

You make cow puns. Yes, he can talk to cows, yes, his clothes have a similar pattern. But enough with the jokes now, MC, go along and get mooooving—

You take his favourite pillow to be washed. It is dirty indeed, but Belphegor cannot sleep without it. He's sit by the washing machine and wait. Until its ready to be used again.

You crack your fingers. The sound can't help but remind him of that time when you fell down the stairs, and he watched from above in damned glee—until he saw the expression on his brothers faces and the way you gasped in pain. Please do not do it in front of him.

Diavolo

You decide to serve him pickles. It's good to try new things, you say, content on eating your own serving of pickles. Diavolo stares at the offending item as if it has committed regicide.

You make him finish his work. Yes, there is a pile of reports waiting to be signed, but its only a ten minute break, MC, what harm can it do? You're like Barbatos sometimes, hovering over him. Maybe if he jumped out the window to make an escape it might work.

You challenge his authority. Diavolo has been questioned plenty of times in the past, when he was still new to governance without his father overseeing affairs. The House of Lords opposed many of his orders. But you, you are different. Standing in front of him, challenging his opinion, so bold in stating your opinion and your claim. On him. Only him. Excuse his meetings for an hour, minimum, there is a very urgent matter right in front of him, one whose wishes he's willing to bend to eagerly.

You team up with Solomon. Diavolo cannot tell what you two are planning. Nothing but chaos is guaranteed. He's already bracing himself for a surprise.

You refuse to accept his gifts. You deserve the best of the best. What do you mean, MC, that this hundred thousand jewellery set is too much? that the piles of gifts outside your room is too much? None of that now, none of that.

You wear a strong perfume. His nose is sensitive, and the scent is so harsh that it makes him nauseous. Too polite to comment, he silently bears it while you wonder as to why he keeps leaning out of the window. Maybe there's something going on outside.

Barbatos

You don't tie your hair up while cooking. It gives him the ick like nothing else can, and before you can even start on chopping up the potatoes he's already working on tying your hair, clips and a headband magically appearing.

You showed him Ratatouille. Barbatos dropped the item he was holding. You thought he had gone catatonic after.

You serve him instead. He's accustomed to being the one assisting others, but when you do it it's different. When you straighten out his tie in the way you deem satisfactory, hands running down his chest for a brief moment, he's a demon gone.

You decide to make tea incorrectly, or incorrect in his eyes. The temperature has to be a perfect 40 degree celsius, MC. Ginger has to be shredded, not cut. Milk has to be warm, not straight from the fridge. MC—just let him—he'll do it. Just sit down and he'll make you a cup. With a bloody strawberry pastry.

You went inside his room, and ten different versions of you came out. He had to spend an hour trying to ensure all your versions did not meet each other, with Diavolo asking for him every fifteen minutes.

You go to the port market without him. Sacrilege. When he sees you with fresh groceries in hand, Barbatos feels betrayed. Without him?! He'll subtly make quips at you, and the next outing will be at the port, and you're going to be besides him. For safety, he says.

Simeon

You decided to stay at Purgatory Hall for the night, but not in his room. See, MC, he has a bed right here for you! And cookies!! Four pillows!! Please don't deprive him of your company.

You fold clothes incorrectly. The sleeve is hanging out, wrinkles already forming on a pair of trousers. The handkerchief is crumbled up into a ball. Simeon just sighs. Takes the clothes from your hands, gently sets it aside.

You act as the knight in shining armour. Sweeping in with just what he needs. He gazes at you in longing, perhaps one of a thousand years. Just kiss him MC, he'll be so good. He promises.

You text him in lingo he does not understand. "So true, bestie." ??? "Not very sigma of them." ???? "I've got major tea about the two demons who made a ruckus during curses and hexes." Tea???? Send him some reels, MC, maybe then he will get it.

You chew on a pen. People do it when they're in deep thought. Sure. But Simeon can't help it when he sees the indentations left on the body and the head. That poor pen. Crime committed.

You decided to teach Luke slang. Now he's cursing like a sailor. What will he do now, MC? Look at that sweet boy, now yapping. You've spoiled him with bad influences. How will he undo this?

Solomon

You don't sit on his lap. Never mind that there are plenty of seats around. His lap is the best seat. The chair on which you are currently sitting on feels like nettles. The sofa is too hot. His lap is the only option left.

You get a little too close to Asmodeus for his comfort. Solomon can't help but feel a pang of jealousy in his heart when you warm up to him. He's not so subtly interrupting you both, and acts as if everything is alright. Yeah, just apply that facemask on him too, he'll eat the cucumber.

You shove him into a nearby closet or an empty classroom. He barely has time to breathe before you are on him, hands fisting in his shirt, all his senses occupied by you. It drives him mad like nothing other.

You wake him up in the morning. He's catatonic at that hour. Any attempts to wake him up will be met with groans and grunts. Shaking him awake does not work. Mandatorily kisses are prescribed to wake him right up. Doctor, he needs them to wake up!

You deny his help. He knows you're a capable sorcerer, your power immeasurable. But let yourself rely on him sometimes, he's more than happy to help you. He'll drop everything to come to the aid of his beloved apprentice.

You dress up to go outside, expectedly staring at him. Solomon's sweating bullets internally, wondering if he missed a date. A special event. His book lies abandoned while he racks his brain. Was it today? Or tomorrow? Oh no no no no

Thirteen

You brought a bug in the house once. Claimed it cute and adorable. Thirteen climbed on top of the closet, did not come down till you let it outside. Banned, she tells you, from bringing them inside.

You didn't admire her latest creation well enough. She spent such a long time on it, MC! The giant bazooka!! And you gave it a glance and nodded!! Her heart!!

You get too chummy with Solomon. She declares it a crime. His cooking made her see stars during the day, and she woke up a whole day later on top of a bridge. Why do you have to hang out with that loathed sorcerer, MC?

You give her that smug smirk of yours, and she feels weak in the knees. Getting too close to her, acting so nonchalant. Her heart is doing cartwheels in her chest.

Mephistopheles

You forget titles while referring to Lord Diavolo. It's "Your Majesty," and "Lord Diavolo," MC. Don't be so rude towards his sovereign. He'll spend the whole day correcting you.

You ruffle his hair. Such an innocent gesture, but Mephistopheles can't help but stutter when you do it so casually. He's stuttering. Face hot.

You don't read the latest edition of the R.A.D. newspaper. He spent so long proofreading and collecting information, MC. And you still haven't read it. The demon is hurt. Better read it now, MC.

You bring out a chihuahua from your bag and place it on the desk. During a meeting. The tiny thing trembles. He sighs.

Raphael

You sew hastily. He can see the haphazardly put together stitches. Raphael is already gesturing you over, needle in hand. Sit down and let him fix it.

You find yourself in trouble due to the brothers shenanigans. He walks out of Purgatory Hall and sees you upside down on a tree. He sighs. Takes his spear and removes the branch, catches you in his arms.

You manhandle him. Something about the way in which you effectively guide him away from your path by grabbing his hips, or even pulling him closer gets him going.

You stop him from sampling Solomon's cooking. Its a culinary delight, he says. It is assault on the tastebuds, you claim. He's offended, already grabbing a spoonful of his food. Heaven, he sighs.

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This iconic trio are ready to turn things up on Alien Stage! 🎤🎵

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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me)

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Michael: Interesting.

Belphie: What is that Beel?

Beel: *eating a sandwich* It's a well done star.

Asmo: A well done star?

Beel: *smiling happily* Mc gives me one whenever I can control my hunger in hard times.

The brothers: …

Beel: I already have 6.

The brothers: …

Levi: That's not fair!!!!!

Mammon: I want one too!!!!

Satan: There's no way you can get one.

Lucifer: That's right, Mammon couldn't help being greedy in any situation.

Mammon: Hey!!!

Asmo: Oh, I want one too Mc give me a star!!!!

Belphie: As if it's possible for Asmo to stop flirting...

The brothers start to fight

Mc: And this is how I make the seven brothers fight against their sin.

Diavolo: Fascinating.

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how do you think luci and mammon would react if they found out MC had a bad injury they had been hiding. like MC had been acting a little strange all week because they got a really bad injury of a demon attack but they didn't want to worry their s/o so they just bandaged it up and took care of it themselves while they hid it. Mc would keep going to R.A.D and everything like normal but often felt pain if they stood up and walked too long or if someone were to jump on them and only by accident they found out about their injuries after seeing bandages under their top sightly peeking out

I am so sorry — you have been waiting for nearly a YEAR. I feel awful 😞. But here it is!!

Lucifer:

- Knowing this perceptive man, he probably already knew from the start.

- You hadn’t been discreet about it. Not like you could’ve tried to be in the first place, you were his beloved and he delighted in knowing you like his palm.

- However, he did of course confront you; he was infuriated. Which moron would dare place a filthy hand on you and expect to get away with it?

- Whether you answered or brushed his concerns off didn’t matter. Lucifer would persist; stubbornly so.

- And by the end, he would emerge victorious in his information and hunt down the despicable demon that had the audacity to hurt you whilst also chastising himself for letting this happen in the first place.

‘’I can tell you’re wondering about that demon. Don’t worry, they won’t be able to lay a finger on you anymore.’’

Mammon:

- Now, Mammon had a tendency of being dense, but he wasn’t that stupid alright?

- He may not catch on as fast as Lucifer does, but he can still notice things after your sleeved dipped down to show a bruise.

- He was angry and concerned; why did you not feel the need to tell your first man? Him? Was he not good enough to help you out?

- But then came the rare serious anger; who would dare to lay hands on you? Some lower class scum probably! And if there was anything he hated was seeing you hurt.

- Like Lucifer, he would stubbornly insist you tell him everything. No matter how much you tried to let it go, he would still continue until he got an answer.

- Next thing you know, tomorrow he’d probably be publicly beating the idiot up at RAD. To the point Barbatos had to knock him out swiftly.

- Not like he cared, he knew Lucifer would back him up. Just this once.

‘’That scum? Ya ought not ta worry about em’. AND no! I wasn’t bein’ stupid! I ain’t letting ya be beat up without returning it!’’

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Tri world is ready to take on Alien Stage! 🎤🎼

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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me)

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So, when I was still active a lot in the OM fandom and Tumblr, Thirteen, Mephisto and Raphael were simple called "the trio" or "the undateable trio". Now they are called "the triworld". Could someone pls explain to me why they are called that now? 😭

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Humans have always been so fickle, Michael muses sometimes.

Slave to the seven sins that are rooted in their souls, destruction imminent unless they redeem themselves. Be it greed or envy or gluttony, which desires and demands and takes and takes even when there is none left, or wrath and lust and pride and sloth, which brings ruin.

You, however, are an exception.

Seven Avatars at your beck and call—oops—did he mention the Prince and the demon of Time?

Nine now. Working from the shadows.

His eyes caught the markings when you came to Babel, seven sigils on your body, covered under clothing but shining with the brightness of a thousand Suns to him.

Testament stamped into your very bones.

Lilith's divinity still runs in your blood, seeps into your soul. Immunity from the corruption embedded in the Devildom, temptation turned into strength.

He had seen you take down inhumane creatures with your power: a flick of your wrist, a spell on the tip of your tongue, seven demons at your beck and call. Ready to destroy and tear out flesh, maws dripping with blood. Going back to sit at the feet of their Master after, waiting for the next command. A shepherd and seven ravenous wolves in sheep's clothing who discard their disguise when needed.

Tamer of beasts, truly, you are.

Anyone else in your position would have been caught in rapture, mind drunk with the power in their veins. Solomon the Great, Solomon the Wise, Solomon the King has been only able to attempt to form a pact with the other six beings.

Protecting humanity is his goal, but what is yours?

He had asked you once, when you decided to wander off from the Palace to the lake, content in petting a dove. The ornaments on his body clinked as he bent down to admire the creature. What it is that you desire, human? Seven Avatars at your beck and call, yet you make no conquests. What is your motive?

Michael has never been able to gauge your intentions, hidden motives in your latest achievments. Maybe it is riches, or beauty, or power that you would have sought. Maybe even the ability to manipulate Time.

A nonchalant shrug of your shoulders, you let the dove fly away.

So he settled for observing.

The Ring Of Light went missing from his room soon, and Judgement was delivered to Simeon in due time. Back to the Devildom, this time with greying feathers. Sacrilege, he had muttered, but let him take it all the same. Never let him know that he knew what the former seraphim was attempting.

Maybe angels were never meant to be too carefree.

Or maybe He was too rigid.

Your power had grown in due time, surpassing everyone else's. Sent to the past now, when the Devildom was still adapting and unfiltered. A House of Lords watching the brothers every move, deadly trials awaiting the Prince. A nascent realm, ready to pounce and strike upon those deemed weak amongst beasts.

And you stuck in the midst of it all.

Newborn demons, brutal and cruel. Still adapting to the horns sprouting from their heads, the itch in their bones maddening as they accommodated to the wings and tails. Painful metamorphism. And you emerged from it victorious—having gained the trust—and admiration of the rulers of Hell.

What is it that you want, Lilith's descendent?

Lucifer's hand ruffles your hair when he sees you at the dining table, Mammon grabs your hand while leading you through the streets, Leviathan's and your knees touch while you play games on his console. Satan strokes your knuckles as he reads out loud to you, and Asmodeus oils your hair while telling you about his day. Beelzebub and Belpheghor keep you up at night with chatter that deviates from one topic to another.

The Ring of Light sits pretty on your finger, pacts used to neutralise threats and command the siblings to halt.

He never would have envisioned it to be love.

And yet that is all he sees.

And yet so unpredictable.

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It’s someone bday!! (﹡֦ơ ﻌ ơ֦﹡) ੭ ◜✧˖°

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happy birthday lucifer! 💙

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Mammon and The Conclave (HC)

CW: mention of gambling in papal conclaves (conclave is a gathering of cardinals to elect the new pope after the death of the old pope).

Note: I should have posted this around month ago but I only got the inspiration today.

Everyone knows Mammon loves gambling. Gambling on papal elections is a unique high-stakes gamble with world-wide attention that he cannot miss.

Mammon has been gambling on papal elections since it was a thing, probably for hundreds of years.

The most difficult thing for this gamble is that no one knows for certainty who would become the next pope. There is no official candidate. Even though there are cardinals who are regarded as having high chances to become the next pope, but oftentimes a dark horse or an underdog gets elected.

Mammon does everything, from finding out those who are the most likely to become the next pope, to listening for rumors about dark horse candidates, to reading about prophecies spreading among the people (whether by words of mouth during previous centuries or from the internet in modern 21st century).

Oftentimes, he is led by the nose by rumors of a dark horse candidate and he places a bet on that candidate only to lose and find out later that the candidate he bet on never had a chance for many reasons.

Other times, he is deceived by (totally fake) prophecies. When he tries to find to confront those who spread the prophecies after losing, they have disappeared or they just ignore him completely or block him.

Sometimes, Greed goes with the cardinal whom they said to have the most chances of becoming pope, only to drop his jaw because of the unexpected result (and he loses a lot of money).

There was that time the Avatar of Greed went with the Molymarket, believing in its numbers, only to lose his money by another unexpected result.

And every time, Lucifer catches him after he learned of the loss and hangs him upside down from the beautiful chandelier of the HoL.

Maybe next time he should persuade his lucky charm, MC, to join him.

Hope you guys like it :3

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Bridan Menu

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCIFER 💙💙💙

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Mc Privilges ~ Brothers Edition

Only you’re allowed to eat in Mammon’s precious Demonio 666 Lexura, BUT that does not mean that you don’t have to be incredibly careful. Celestia forbid if you spill something in baby’s pristine leather seats, because if you do, you’re going to be the one scrubbing it out and doing a full leather care routine.

You’re the only one that gets to be in Levi’s room when his social battery is run dry. Levi needs his Henry to recharge of course! Having you in there with him to cuddle cuts his seclusion time in half. He can’t bring himself to admit it coherently but he also loves it when you play with his hair when you’re cuddling, that is another privilege that only you get, honestly just getting in his bubble in general and him being happy about it is a privilege.

No one is allowed to touch Lucifer’s wings, except you of course. He’ll never admit that he loves it but trust, he adores it. Just messing with his feathers or helping him preen, is a privilege only for his precious MC. Another thing he’ll never admit to is the act of preening being incredibly intimate, and reserved only for significant others. It makes his heart throb watching and feeling you do this just for him.

You’re the only one allowed to steal food off of Beelzebub’s plate. If it was anyone else they would be down a hand, but the look of happiness and satisfaction on your face whenever you eat from his plate makes his brain foggy and his heart stutter, so he lets it slide.

You’re the only one allowed to share Asmo’s special baths with him. The baths where he uses all of his favorite bath salts, bombs, oils, and adds extra fragrant flower petals. It’s extra special when Asmo is feeling down, when he’d normally need time away because he’s feeling down about his appearance. He doesn’t want to be seen by anyone, but you’re special.

You’re the only one that doesn’t get cursed by Satan for one. And you’re the only one that’s not going to get yelled at if you interrupt him while reading, all of your distractions are quite welcome with him. He’s thrilled every time you choose him over his brothers. Middle child syndrome

Belphie doesn’t get upset at you when you wake him up from his naps. In fact he would’ve come to get you and drag you up to the attic for cuddles if he wasn’t enjoying his dream so much. He will be up in a moments notice the second your in danger and come to find you, even if he has to get up from a good nap.