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(Lesson 10 spoilers) Content: you have the attic flashback™ when belphie confronts you about being human cw: blood mentions, violence, lesson 16 flashback from OG game

"You mean you lied to us?"

"You were one of them all this time?"

You stood in the coliseum, air cold against your skin as the blood pumped through your veins. Your gaze swept from brother to brother, and each of them shared expressions ranging from surprise and shock to sadness and flickering hope. Well, all of them except for Belphie.

"It's the humans' fault that Lilith died! They're the reason she was punished!" Belphie shouted, balling his fists as he took several steps towards you menacingly.

You tried to open your mouth to explain, but a strange panic had constricted your throat. Suddenly, images began flashing through your mind as you tried to look away, at anyone else but Belphie.

No…no, no, no.

It was like the attic all over again; the sound of manic laughter filled your ears, and a tail closed around your windpipe as claws stapled through your skin. The thick metallic scent of blood and the increasing pressure around your throat overwhelmed your senses...

You're so stupid that I can't help but laugh. Don't blame me for tricking you, blame yourself for falling for it.

A horrified scream spilled out of your lips before you could register it, and you scrambled back away from him, tumbling onto the ground. Diavolo, Mammon and Levi all rushed forward to catch you, but it sent you into a further panic and you tried to hide your head in your arms. The concrete felt warm, just like the wooden floor of the attic had…

"MC!"

A sharp gasp escaped you as reality slammed back against your chest and forced you to focus on the snowy-haired figure now kneeling in front you. You weren't sure when Solomon had arrived, but you were glad he was in front of you, blocking Belphie from your sight. You clung to the sorcerer, hiding from the seething gaze of the Avatar of Sloth; although, the demon had forgotten his anger when you had fallen to the floor.

"Lilith, I c-can't do this," The sound of your labored breathing filled the Coliseum, and everyone fell silent. "I can't help them again, I'm going to die, he's going to k-kill me again and I'm never going to see them again, p-please…" You whimpered, shaking as Solomon held you close.

Belphie's eyes widened as you spoke. His lips parted slightly in shock, "L-Lilith…?"

Lucifer, on the other side, was just as shocked. Whatever interrogation he had been ready to throw at you died in his throat as he watched you, barely coherent in Solomon's grasp. Did you somehow know Lilith? But…that was impossible, there was no way, unless you…

Had Lilith retained her memories as a human and sent you down here to watch over them?

It would've made sense, if it weren't for the fact that you had been Solomon's apprentice for long enough for another explanation to be considered.

Diavolo took a few slow steps towards you, attempting to mediate the situation when your mind began to spiral again at the sight of his arms. Arms, strong enough to snap you in two…

"No…no, no, no, Solomon," you whispered. "It's happening again. I'm going to die. He's going to crush me. I can't b-breath-"

"Shhh MC, it's okay. I'm here now, I won't let anyone hurt you. We'll go somewhere they can't follow, alright? You're safe." Solomon rubbed circles into your back when he felt you start to shake again.

Mammon, Levi and Asmo stood, wide-eyed with anguish painted on their faces as they watched you trembling in the sorcerer's arms. They wanted nothing more than to reach out to you, but stopped when Solomon glared at all of them, particularly Lucifer and Belphie.

Mammon wanted to scoop you up in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay. He didn't care that you were human, and you must've had your reasons for keeping it a secret. He wanted to shout at Lucifer, about how you were a friend, not an enemy. However, his brother's now forlorn face told him he didn't need to say anything. He wasn't sure what your connection to Lilith was, but it was clear to him that you would never harm his brothers.

Asmo didn't know whether to comfort you or give you space. Every time Belphie got close to you, you sounded so scared, one would've thought the Avatar of Sloth had tried to murder you instead of just having an argument; yes, an argument, that's what it was. You were all just having a heated discussion and everything would resolve itself in a few moments if you just talked it out…

Levi watched you scramble backwards across the floor, as if you had been burned by Belphie's glare. He couldn't process how you were the headstrong, brave, levelheaded attendant, whilst at the same time, the frightened attendant on the floor, reduced to a trembling mess. He was angry at Lucifer for continuing to grill you while you were clearly distraught, but he decided to focus on the fact that you had addressed Lilith in your frenzy. Had their sister asked you to do something while she was still alive?

Beel froze for a few moments before pulling his twin back. The latter let himself be moved without protest or hesitation, but Belphie's gaze was still trained on you and Solomon. Beel felt nothing but shame. You had been so kind to them as their attendant, helping them feel at ease in the Devildom and soothing their fears and worries, and this was how they repaid you? All because you had kept the fact that you were a human a secret?

He understood Belphie's pain, but at the same time, like Mammon had said, it was nothing but a label. What had happened to Lilith hadn't been your fault. But…you knew Lilith. Somehow, that alone reassured him of your good intentions.

Barbatos had the horrible feeling in the back of his mind that he was supposed to know why you were reacting the way you did to the Avatar of Sloth. He couldn't place his thoughts on it, and he could estimate the tragic consequences he'd face if he tried to look into the timelines to find an answer. All he knew was that you were needed here, and that your presence would help the Young Lord in a way that nobody else would be able to accomplish.

Diavolo could feel the lump in his throat growing painful. This had been his fault, hadn't it? If only he had offered you immediate protection at the Castle when he'd found out you were human…he had sensed the sincerity in your voice when you said you wanted to help him, and he wanted to cry out. He could see the understanding in your eyes, as if you saw right through the composed prince's facade and talked to the troubled young boy that was struggling to fix the Devildom. You were…a friend.

Belphie stepped back; his emotions were all over the place, and he wouldn't be able to handle himself if anyone said another word. But one look at Beel's face had silenced whatever vile dialogue he had stewed in his mind for days. He knew that you had not been aware of the Celestial War, nor had you had any involvement with it. But why did you speak of Lilith? Had she been in touch with you? N-no, MC, he wasn't going to kill you! He was…Belphie shuddered at the realization that, if he hadn't been stopped, and if Solomon hadn't interfered, in his misplaced anger he might have actually…

He doesn't want to think about what he might've done.

You had shown him so much kindness, you'd been so understanding, helping him through his emotions; he was going to throw it all down the drain and all because of what? You were a human? He felt ashamed, and he felt a pang in his chest when Solomon disappeared with you. Would he get a chance to apologize to you?

Lucifer swallowed heavily, taking a slight step back from the group, but not once did his eyes leave your figure. And if your eyes had found Lucifer's in that moment, you would have seen the glimmer of sympathy and emotion that shone through layer upon layer of cold indifference buried deep within them.

The Avatar of Pride recalled his suspicions about you and your arrival in the Devildom. He used to think you were plotting something; that you would harm his brothers after getting close to them. But now, as he watched your trembling figure, he couldn't bring himself to even think that you'd do such a thing.

You were so weak and vulnerable right now, if anyone were to tell him you were a danger to his brothers— each powerful in their own right— he would laugh. However, he noted that despite your decreasing stability of mind and inherent fear of Belphie, you hadn't tried to attack any of them.

Somehow, he could hear Lilith's voice mocking him in his head, "Still think they're gonna hurt our brothers, Luci?"

There were so many questions he still needed to ask you.

"Wait, MC! Solomon!" Diavolo cried out before the two of you disappear in a flash of light.

And all Lucifer could do was watch.

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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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Have you ever wondered how someone meets Santa? Well, you need to follow a very specific ritual to summon him.

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Mammon thinks he's going to get a picture of lucifer in the shower and sell it but when he pulls back the shower curtain lucifer is fully clothed in the shower.

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Satan's Birthday 22

The footsteps walking away from his room, awoke the blonde-haired demon. He sat up, a hand running down his face and sighing. After carefully, manoeuvring around the piles of books, he swung his door open, the afternoon business made the hallways silent. Looking down a small box sat by his feet, a note atop. Gently lifting it up, he carried it back to his room and set it down upon a pile of books. His eyes grazed the note, prying the box open. Inside sat a small, brown tome, one of which he had wanted ever since he saw it resting in a bookstore. He smiled, whoever had got this for him must of known he had wanted it. A string of curiosity pulled at his and he turned the note over.

"To my dearest son, I know that this is not much but I hope you will enjoy it. The other day I saw you looking through the bookstore's window and the way yours eye shone at something so as a book will always confuse me. But I know that both you and I are very different and we are yet to understand the other. I would like for that to change though, so if you are not busy, please join me later. And Happy Birthday Satan"

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u can’t touch this🧂

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Do you think when Satan was a feral toddler they put pool noodles on his horns to make sure nobody got hurt or was Lucifer like "he'll learn if you leave him be. Maybe after he gets his horns stuck in the wall a few times he'll stop headbutting" Lucifer is dodging this child like nothing while everyone else is on their asses in pain.

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Imagine that during you stay in the exchange programme you were talking with Asmo and had mentioned of wanting a piercing. The very next day said demon takes you out into town and to a store of which he seemed far more welcomed then any other customers.

You and Asmo both sat side by side, a different demon on your other side pressing cool metal tongs on your stomach. Your hand squeezed his and you let out a slight hiss as the needle pierced your delicate skin. Opening you eyes, you watched Asmo giggle at your reaction before he stood up and pramced his way to a glass case.

The both of you left the store with matching pick hearts and golden details decorating your stomachs. Your hands swung between you as you skipped back to the house.

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Cold Hands

Lucifer x MC (gender neutral)

Fluff, hand holding, fall vibes

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It's a chilly night in the Devildom, the breeze cutting straight through your clothes. Lucifer beside you doesn't even twitch, the breeze ruffling his hair so prettily you can't help but wonder if he's using magic for that effect. Maybe it's his sin reflecting onto you, but you tense your muscles stubbornly and refuse the shiver that arcs along your spine.

He glimpses you from the corner of his eye, watching you clench your jaw against the chattering. You don't seem to realize how you're squeezing his fingers, your bare skin prickling in his grasp, the leather gloves denying you any shared heat. He could tease you, comment on your fragile human flesh, your trademark stubbornness in refusing to ask for his jacket.

Or he could unfurl his wings, stretch them wide and then let them settle in a way that just so happens to curl loosely around you and block the worst of the wind. "Oh, you don't mind, do you?" he drawls, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "The breeze feels pleasant on them." He slips his hand from your grasp long enough to pluck off his gloves and tuck them gently into his pockets, then entwines your fingers with his.

The heat from his hand seeps to your bones and up your arm. "Not at all," you reply, biting back your smile. You know he's caught your chills, and more than that, your attempt to hide them from him. "And your hands? Do you like the feel of the breeze on those, too?"

He lifts your hand in his so he can press his lips to the back of it. His gaze remains locked with yours as he lingers, the warmth of his breath on your skin erasing any memory of cold. "I prefer the feel of you."

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Rats❤️

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Devildom World/Society building hc's p.t 1

-the Devildom had vending machines on every road but inside are souls or body parts

-every restaurant has plates that are bigger then you face.

-all the desks in RAD are double what they would be here

-what demons or Devildom inhabitants consider a single-size bed would be a queen size for us.

-going out and buying a drink from a convenience store but its a litre

-succubi coming up to you on the streets and its nothing out of the ordinary

-what humans consider as weird pets are normal in the Devildom

-going into the auditorium or any theatre and the sits are twice your size.

-the currency is only 1 grimm so you need to count out 500 coins since there isn't a simplified currency yet.

-having to repeat your partners name in class because it's 4 syllables and each letter is pronounced differently

-saying "omg" or "Jesus Christ" and every head within the room turns and stares at you

-every staircase is thin and steep causing you to trip up 8 out of 10 times.

-struggling to find clothes except children's so you need each clothing piece tailored.

-buying paints and the name are either disturbing or just questionable

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Despite begging you for a movie night, Beel and Belphie had long forgotten about the film and now laying on either of your sides they were talking about they re weeks. Not that you minded though, this was one of the few chances that any of the brothers would talk to you about their own life.

You listened as Beel told stories from his Fangol team or his latest recipe findings. Belphie would go on about all the constellations he saw that week and any new places he found to sleep in.

Once they were both finished they would turn to you, pleading and expectant eyes, hoping to listen about your week. Every time you spoke of something interesting they would hum in response and every problem you spoke of they would listen and if you wanted, they would offer support for you.

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Obey Me X Ghibli but everyone is Howl because I said so

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Imagine sitting on a field during a day trip to the human world. Beelzebub sat next to you a picnic lay sprawled in front. You were glad to accept his invitation, as you now looked over, mesmerised with the afternoons sun and how it danced across his face. Feeling your eyes, Beel turned to you, head cocked in confusion. You giggled, your hand gently reaching over and wiping sauce from the side of his mouth. The pair of you laughed at the demon's messiness. His signature grin took place and his eyes sparkled. If only you knew how much he enjoyed small moments like these with you <3

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Shopping with asmo would be a day's trip.

What started out as a simple pop into one store you were now inside your fourth? no maybe fifth boutique. He stepped out of the dressing room, twirling the blue tea dress he had picked out and worn, causing both of you to giggle. His eyes searching yours for an opinion. Once you were both satisfied with your matching outfits, he followed you out the store and to a small cafe.

A set of colourful and trendy drinks were on display between the two of you. Asmo's phone tucked in his pocket, wanting this moment to be between you and him, not his millions of fans. He wondered how you had been able to capture his heart so easily, like it was a second nature to you. The coolness of a spoon hitting his nose and your short giggle drew his attention back to you. You were smiling as you pointed at his nose. The demon looked down noticing the small spot of whipped cream that rested their. Now it was his turn to laugh but just as he reached for a napkin you hand reached forward. A tissue between your fingers and you wiped off the mess you had made.

Before you could redraw your hand, his soft and manicured nails reached up pressing your hand against his cheek. He smile at you, an unusual softness in his eyes. His lips tightly pressed against your fingers and you stared up at him.

Asmo knew he would have to invite you out more often for shopping trips.

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Thinking about mornings with Lucifer

The way the first rays of light dancing over his broad shoulders, his muscular back on full display.

And how his silken sheets draped dangerously low on his body.

His hair ,usually kempt, now tousled and covering his eyes.

The way his pale skin complimented his plush pink lips.

The soft rise and fall of his chest reminds you of his drowsy state.

His bedroom door was closed once again but this time with another soul in the threshold.

Padding your way over ,you were careful not to wake the morning star from his deserved rest. Your hands delicately lifted the sheets up as you slid in beside the demon. Both his arms reached around your waist pulling your warm body against his cool one. His head dipped between your neck and shoulder as he hummed out a greeting. You sighed, feeling the tension leave your body you let your eyes droop.

Just this once the both of you would sleep in, responsibilities long forgotten.