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atsumou · 21 days

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THE ACT OF SPITE

— satan x f! reader MC feat. lucifer

syn: the avatar of wrath knows just what would infuriate the prideful demon the most—that is, fucking you against the door to lucifer’s secret office, all while he’s inside it.

18+ MDNI; nsfw, smut, semi-public sex (inside the HoL library), unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation (m), horny luci, satan being a lil shit to lucifer, pet name (darling), not proofread.

word count: 1.9k

notes: hello! this is a repost. this fic was previously posted on my old deactivated account so i’m not plagiarising anyone. enjoy :>

this was wrong. sinful. lewd. hell, those words were far beyond what you and satan were doing right this very moment—there weren’t any words to describe how naughty your actions were but with every single thrust of the fourth-born’s hips, those thoughts of hesitancy slowly slipped from your mind. buried with the surge of lust clouding your thoughts as satan’s pace didn’t let up, not even once. his hips pushing into your own with such drive, and desperation that your lower back painfully digs further into the edges of the shelves.

that’s right. you were inside the library, most importantly, your back flush against the door to lucifer’s secret office—satan made sure of it. the worst part wasn’t even having sex in the library, it was the fact that you two were doing it right outside lucifer’s private study while he’s inside. oh, satan has seen the way his eldest brother looks at you with intent. the way lucifer’s scarlet eyes hungrily trace your figure with each opportunity he gets, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s practically eye-fucking you. satan still remembers the swirling storm inside him, the anger that bubbled at the pit of his stomach from the way his older brother eyed you. now, he just can’t help but remind lucifer who you belonged to.

the soft ember glow from the fireplace cast the side of satan’s handsome face, sweat glimmering from the fire, painting the colours of the sunset upon his fair skin—golden hair that stuck to his forehead tinged with streaks of reds and oranges; emerald irises full of lust mixed with a scarlet hue, his features fading into an angry red. wrath. you were sure that’s what he was feeling, he always did. your nails dug into the fabric of his shoulders, legs wrapped around his slender waist tightening with every jolt of your body. “s-satan—ah!” you moaned, heated and desperate just how he liked it. the corner of his mouth tugged upward, satan was sure that your erotic sounds were loud enough to reach the other side of the door. enough to disrupt lucifer from his work.

satan bit his lip from the way you felt around him, your warm walls hugging his cock so tightly, so deliciously that it made his emerald eyes roll to the back of his head. he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with how you squeezed him, and that was fine but he needed to make the most of it—he needed you to be louder. satan’s nails painfully dug into the edge of the bookshelf, heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust of his hips. arousal dripped down to his balls, creating wet noises that filled your ears—a white ring forming at the base of his cock. fuck, it was naughty. the vast library was filled with your’s and satan’s sounds mixed with wet squelches, and the crackling of fire. you didn’t need to worry about being caught by the other brothers; belphegor was up in the attic, fast asleep, and leviathan was having a TSL marathon while the rest of them had gone out, leaving satan and lucifer down here.

thud. thud. thud. the door to lucifer’s secret office cried from satan’s unwavering pace. inside the private study, a blanket of blush covered lucifer’s face, cheeks heating up from the obvious activity happening outside the room. he didn’t know whether to curse his younger brother for vexing him like this, or to feel flustered at the lewd noises coming from your throat—the way you cry out satan’s name every now and then with such desperation, such passion that he almost wished it was his name rolling off your tongue. that he was the one making you feel pleasured. lucifer’s free hand curled into a fist, the papers beneath his palm crinkling at the movement. the tent in his pants grew with every sound you made, erotic images of you clouding his mind; imagining the way your brows furrow in pleasure, lips parted, completely lost in lust.

lucifer’s heart pounded against his chest, the half-done report before him sprawled on his desk, already forgotten. “satan. . what will i do with you. . ?” his voice was quiet but it seethed with fury. he knew his younger brother disliked him but not to the extent of fucking you right outside his private study. lucifer didn’t exactly know what satan gained from . . this but he wasn’t surprised with how territorial his brother was. especially when it came to you. the thuds of the door mixed with your heated moans engulfed lucifer’s ears. he didn’t even notice his eyes were closed—relishing in your sounds—until he snapped them open, startled from the wooden ink pen breaking in half from the tight grip.

dropping the broken pen on the desk, he leaned back into his chair, placing a forearm atop his closed eyes while the other rested on his thigh. it tingled. his palm tingled against his clothed thigh, as if urging him to do something about the growing problem at the apex of his legs—urging him to relieve himself with the help of your sounds. it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? merely fisting himself at the thought of you wasn’t going to be the most sinful thing he’s done. lucifer had already committed the gravest sin of his life, it led to his downfall. this is nothing.

back in the library, your soft moans didn’t satisfy satan, he needed more from you. removing his hands from the shelf behind you, satan snaked them down to your ass, palms flat against the heated bare skin. a string of loud moans and curses left your parted lips as he bounced you on his cock. “o-oh my—fuck . .! aah! just like that, satan!” “y-yeah? you like that?” satan’s lips ghosted over your own before sealing you into a kiss. the kiss was messy, spit coating the corners of your mouths, teeth clashing—he chased your parted lips with every bounce of your body. satan made sure not to swallow your whimpers down, he needed lucifer to hear how good he was making you feel. he needed lucifer to know that he’s the only one who can make you moan like this.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, bottom lip trapped between your teeth from pure bliss. the slight change in angle enabled his cock to reach much deeper into you, allowing you to feel every ridge when you clenched around him. satan’s cock had a slight curve to it, and the way it repeatedly hit your cervix over and over again made it more pleasurable—sending electrifying shocks up your spine. goosebumps formed under the fourth-born’s lips as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, and down the side of your sweaty neck—sucking and biting at the supple skin, leaving a hues of dark red and purple. satan marvelled at the masterpiece peppered on your skin before licking a long, flat stripe up your neck and nibbling at the lobe of your ear.

he didn’t shy away from groaning directly into your ear, harsh pants escaping his parted lips, mixed with broken, endless praises. satan knew the effect his voice had on you, especially when he sung praises to you—he didn’t miss the way you squeezed around him with every praise muttered into your ear. he cursed at the pleasure, a heated gasp and a desperate whisper of your name coming from him. this spurred him on, harshly bouncing you on his cock with all his strength—you swear he’s about to leave handprints on your ass with how hard he’s gripping them.

it was getting too much, you could feel the coil deep in your stomach beginning to unravel. your body grew limp from pleasure, simply leaning onto satan’s front and letting him have his way with you. all you could really do was cry out his name and run your nails down his clothed back. satan groaned, relishing at the way your moans travelled straight to his ear—specs of white slowly clouded his vision, and his fingers dug into the supple flesh of your ass. he was close. “s-satan—ngh! fuck fuck fuck! ‘m cumming!” broken shallow pants left your lips. holding his emerald gaze, lids heavy with lust, “that’s it—haah! let go for me, my darling.” satan breathed out, knees buckling from pleasure. he was close too.

leaning against the other side of the door was lucifer, pants unbuttoned, and pulled down just enough to take his cock out. his wrist between was between his teeth to muffle moans as he fisted his cock to your sounds. it was heavenly, even the angels up at the celestial realm couldn’t compare to the way your voice sounded. he let out harsh breaths, each one shaky from how his fingers curled around his hard cock. lucifer teased the sensitive slit with his thumb, knees almost giving in from the immense pleasure. with his back against the door, he could hear things much better—the skin slapping, the wet noises, the heated gasps, all of it. how lewd but lucifer didn’t care, he had one thing in mind: cumming. he sped up the pace, synching it with your shallow pants and hoping to reach his orgasm the same time as you.

both of you sung in unison, cries of pleasure filling the entire library as you reached your orgasm. your legs tightened around satan’s waist, every muscle in your body turning taut as shocks of hot, white pleasure ran throughout your body, making your toes curl. satan let out one last cry of your name before sheathing his cock deep inside you and letting go—thick ribbons of white shamelessly painting your insides as he came. he rode out both your orgasms by giving you shallow thrusts, fucking his cum deeper, and earning a small whimper from you.

lucifer couldn’t believe himself—he came to the sound of you desperately moaning his younger brother’s name. white, hot liquid dripped coated his digits and down to his wrist; chest heaving up and down, attempting to catch his breath. lucifer stayed that way for a while, leaning against the door to try and compose himself as his head spun with pleasure. his lust-clouded mind soon cleared, pleasure that coursed through his body faded into fury. he was seething with rage—enough for satan to smell the scent of wrath. his brother dared to disrespect his private space, not only that but also by performing such a brazen act.

he knew. lucifer knew this was just to spite him, that was part of satan’s personality—to defy, and vex him. it was fine, he handled everything satan threw his way but using you? oh, that’s a whole different story. lucifer felt like satan has got him wrapped around his finger with how he practically jumped at the opportunity to fist himself to your sounds. it mocked him—putting him in his place, and letting him know that he was never going to experience the pleasure of being inside you because you were satan’s.

satan smirked into the kiss as he caught a whiff of the familiar smell that emanated from the other side of the door—the smell of wrath. the essence that he was more than familiar with; the essence that embodied his very own existence. pulling away from the kiss, his emerald eyes traced your features, giving your sweaty forehead a chaste kiss, “you did so well.” satan breathed, eyes glimmering with adoration. you didn’t miss the hint of mischief behind it, though.

but before you could reply, satan parted his lips to speak once again, a smug look on his handsome face,

“isn’t that right, lucifer?”

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thegayestmferintown · 3 months

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can you do an mc that cant remember anything? It might be simple at first, but it causes a lot of problems since they also forget abt their birthdays, events, and ofc, their anniversaries if they get with them

my writers block has left and I am giggling and kicking my feet

I'm not gonna say anymore because I will jinx it 😭

This Takes Place In The Original Timeline

Warnings ;; None, just fluff!

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

LUCIFER ;; THE PRIDEFUL ELDEST

Now, Lucifer is actually pretty used to things like this.

With his brothers being, well, his brothers, it's common for them to forget things

He's pretty used to watching Mammon forget a textbook and bringing it with him because Mammon's already run off.

So, when he meets you, it's nothing new. He takes care of you he says it's because he has to but we all know that's not true and makes sure that he brings things to RAD that you forget.

He's not that bothered when you forget your anniversary, because he's used to your nature.

Don't think that he won't put anything together though. He most definitely will, despite your forgetfulness.

MAMMON ;; THE SCUMMY SECOND-BORN

Mammon's pretty forgetful himself, as stated previously.

He'll forget a textbook every now and again, but important dates are most definitely engraved into his greedy little brain.

When he meets you, he's a little taken aback because of your intense forgetfulness, but he honestly gets it.

He's only a tad bit bothered by the fact that you forgot, but it stops bothering him once he remembers just how forgetful you are.

Like Lucifer, He'll most definitely put something together. It might not be as well put together as Lucifer's may be, but he tries, and that's all that matters.

LEVIATHAN ;; THE OTAKU THIRD-BORN

Levi probably wouldn't notice. Given how little he cares for your existence in the beginning of the game, I doubt he'd really notice or care at first.

While Levi isn't as forgetful, He is a bit concerned with how much you forget things, if he does happen to notice.

You'd probably be playing a game and just.. straight-up forget how to play, I think he'd start to realize it from then on.

He probably isn't much bothered by you forgetting, but he would say a couple of negative things about him just being a "nasty, yucky otaku" (same)

He probably wouldn't put anything too big together, he'd simply pull up a couple games and you'd have a gaming session together.

SATAN ;; THE CYNICAL FOURTH BORN

Now, I'd oddly think that this would kind of annoy Satan.

I mean, he's Satan. The Avatar of Wrath. You expect him to not be irritated by something like that?

Of course, he would outwardly show you his annoyance once he first meets you. Later on though, as annoying as it still may be, he'll stop showing his annoyance and hide it as best he can.

If you forget your anniversary, he might be a tad bit disappointed, but it won't show, let alone will it be any noticable.

He, like Mammon and Lucifer, will put something together. Small, maybe a cat cafe where you can read or something.

ASMODEUS ;; THE NARCISSISTIC FIFTH-BORN

Asmo might be a little concerned, believe it or not. Both in the beginning, and after you two get together.

He will be entirely concerned on just how forgetful you are. He wouldn't be surprised if you barley remember your own name. (I don't even remember my own name half the time..)

He'd be so offended if you ever forgot his name or anything about him.

You can never tell if he's genuinely offended or not.

If you happen to forget your anniversary, surprisingly, he won't judge nor will he be upset.

Like Satan, Mammon, and Lucifer, he'll put something together. Despite it being well, Asmo, he will make it a small date at Hell's Kitchen, if that's what you'd like.

BEELZEBUB ;; THE FAMISHED SIXTH-BORN

Beel's definitely forgetful himself, but in his own himbo-y way.

He'll forget very small, tiny things.

But it does kind of take him off guard by how much you forget when you first meet.

He honestly feels kind of bad.

If you forget your anniversary, he literally will not care. Not in a bad way. He just won't be angry or upset if you forgot. He'd actually be very forgiving and kind about it.

He might ask you to cook something for him, but that's really it.

Unless you actually want to celebrate it, he'll do whatever you want. He'll follow your lead.

BELPHEGOR ;; THE CATNAPPING SEVENTH-BORN

Belphie completely despises you at first, and not just because of the whole you-being-a-human thing.

You get on every single nerve when you two first meet.

Once he gets to know you, he feels bad about hating you and eventually just.. stops.

He feels bad about the fact that you barely remember anything, but he won't say anything about it.

If you forget your anniversary, he'll pull you away from whatever you're doing to take you up to the attic to take a nap with him.

He'll only explain if you ask. He'll simply say, "it's our anniversary." Before falling asleep.

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mageofseven · 1 year

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Demon brothers and side characters react to Luke who has puppy crush on MC

Aww this is so cute~

However, I want to let you know that I will not be including any newer characters. I never finished the first game because I lost the login info a long while ago so I never got to read when characters like Raph and Thirteen(?) were added.

So just to clarify, I will only ever write for the Brothers and Former Undatables until such a time comes where the newer characters are in NB and I can get familiar with them.

But anyway! On with the post~

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Lucifer:

Is more or less unbothered by it.

I mean, little kids get crushes; it happens.

He's seen his brothers go through the same as kids in the celestial realm

So he expects no different from Luke.

His opinion remains the same even if Lucifer is dating MC.

He's a bit annoyed if Luke's puppy crush causes the boy to become a bit possessive of MC though.

Mammon:

Tries to pretend it doesn't bother him

But it does.

I mean, that kid is always hanging off of MC and following them around.

When can the Great Mammon just have time with his human and only his human?

If Mammon and MC are dating, you can bet he will be childish enough to fight the young angel for MC's time.

Not like real fighting, but definitely compete with the child.

Maybe even make a bet on who can convince MC to spend the most time with them in a week

Just to end up owing Luke a hefty amount of grimm.

Leviathan:

Is just plain bummed.

Not about Lukey crushing on MC, but because of him taking up so much of their time.

Even if he's dating MC, he won't get competitive with the kid for MC's time.

Boy just sulks.

Luckily, MC notices his sulking and makes an effort to even out their time between Luke and Levi, to the child's disappointment.

Basically, he dislikes Lukey having a crush on MC because it means he gets less time with MC.

Satan:

Like Lucifer, the fourth brother really isn't bothered by it.

At first.

After Luke starts making a habit of dragging MC away while they were spending time together, the wrath demon begins to lose his patience with the angel.

May or may not have threaten the little angel to stop this

Resulting in Luke crying to Simeon, Simeon going to Lucifer, and Satan getting stuck in Lucifer's study while being lectured by the two older men.

Him threatening Luke is more likely if he's dating MC, but even if Satan isn't dating MC, there's still a chance .

It's not the best response to a little boy having his first crush, but hey, this is the Avatar of Wrath we're talking about.

He could have done much worse.

Asmodeus:

Oh Asmo thinks its just so adorable.

I mean, Lukey baby has a crush!

Regardless of whether Asmo is dating MC or not, he won't be upset that they're who Luke likes.

Because of course that sweet angel has a crush on his Dolly! Who wouldn't?

Acts the same as always

Though might be a teensy bit more jealous than he shows if Luke is spending more time with MC than he is.

But its fine! He just joins the two with whatever they are doing.

It bugs Lukey, but MC is happy spending time with them both so it's all good.

Beelzebub:

Honestly took a bit for this man to even realize Luke was crushing on MC.

More likely than not, he finds it out from hearing his other brothers complain about it.

Finds it cute, but doesn't gush about it like Asmo.

Misses spending time with MC as much as he used, but understands why Lukey wants to spend more time with them now.

Sometimes, he will hang out with both of them, but he doesn't force it like Asmo does.

Overall just kinda accepts thats this is how things are for now

And honestly enjoys seeing how happy spending time with MC makes Luke and seeing him practically hang from their arm with a big smile.

The little angel is happy and MC enjoys spending time with him.

That's all that matters to this big guy.

Unlike with the other brothers, Beel's feelings on the situation don't change if he's dating MC.

If his Muffin is happy then he's happy. Simple.

Belphegor:

Okay listen here, you little chihuahua--

Belphie is not a fan of Luke's newfound crush on MC

Especially since he feels the need to wake him and MC up to see if MC will bake with him.

He's done this more than once and this sleepy grump hates it.

If he's dating MC, Belphie hates it even more.

Like ya, ya , puppy crush, right.

How about choosing a different person to crush on?

Unlike Satan, Belphie doesn't threaten the angel; he's just pretty dismissive of him.

"Can MC--" No.

Him and MC get into some arguments about it.

Overall, Belphie's just a big grump about it.

Diavolo:

Like Asmo, finds Luke's crush on MC to be cute.

All kids develop a crush at some point

And with how good MC is with him, it was almost inevitable.

The human is always up for baking with him and listening to him when he learns something new or finds something that her likes.

Not to mention that MC just has a knack of making people feel special, regardless of whether they are an angel, demon, or human.

Overall, not bothered by it in the slightest.

Even if Dia and MC were dating, he still wouldn't mind how often the little boy is dragging them by the hand and filling up their time.

Dia himself is always busy with work so if anything, this man is grateful that the sweet angel is spending so much time with his Queen while he himself can't.

Overall, Dia finds Luke crush on MC to be cute and hopes the two have fun while he works.

Barbatos:

Was quick to notice Luke's little crush.

With that realization came a smile, but otherwise, the butler gave it very little thought.

Afterall, that is Luke's business and not his.

If Barb and MC are dating then the answer is similar to Dia's.

This busy man is just glad his Love is enjoying their time Luke.

Solomon:

Oh this man could tell. Luke wasn't exactly discreet with his crush.

I mean, no child is really discreet when they are crushing on someone.

Plus, he noticed how frequent Luke would join him and MC when they hung out.

Ah childhood.

It's been so long that this wizard couldn't remember much of his own childhood, but he enjoyed watching Luke experience his.

Will lightly tease Luke about it every now and then, but overall is just glad that his little angel friend is happy.

Solomon's view doesn't change, regardless of whether he and MC are dating.

It's just an innocent crush after all.

Simeon:

This man figured it out on his own

But it still meant a lot to him when Luke told him.

Luke told him that he wishes he could marry MC when he's older, but was sad that MC probably won't live long enough to see him him become a grown up.

Simeon comforted the child and told him that was all the more reason to treasure his friendship with the human now.

If Simeon is dating MC, he'll feel a bit awkward about the smaller angel's crush.

I mean, his relationship with MC is a secret after all.

Honestly, he's just worried that if the little boy found out that he'd feel betrayed that his guardian was dating his crush without telling him

But Simeon had to keep it a secret. From everyone. It was the only way to keep MC safe and without drawing the eyes of the Celestial realm upon them.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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rae-writes · 8 months

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wrath and misery

Satan x eighth born!reader

wc : 0.5k

warnings : celestial war depictions, blood, light angst

synopsis : "Oh, the misery, and the wrath it brings..."

a/n : just a little idea drabble for you guys to think on-

Lucifer’s enraged yell shook the entirety of the Celestial Realm; it was a deafening sound, cracking like a sharp whip through the air, causing everyone to freeze in their tracks, if only for a few seconds.

And if the sound itself was frightening, then Lucifer was petrifying.

Those ruby hues were like pools of gleaming blood, swirling with every drop that had been spilled in the war so far. They were practically glowing with something…evil. Something not angelic— because he no longer was. His white wings bled black, starting at the base and spreading like molasses. The ripping of skin was sickening as he forcibly yanked out his lower pair of wings, and from those torn out feathers, rose something that shouldn’t have been able to be born in a place so pure.

But it did. He did. With golden hair and piercing- wild- green eyes that slowly melted into blue, Satan stood on the fissured ground of Celestia as the embodiment of wrath- of Lucifer’s wrath. The dark aura expelling from him repelled any Angel who aimed to destroy him; not that they could, anyway. His taloned hands had already begun picking up discarded celestial weapons and throwing them at anyone he laid eyes on, shouts of rage louder than even Lucifer.

A demon, born from an Angel…it was unheard of. And yet there he was. And there Lucifer and his six brothers were, white feathers molting and burning away as they fell right through the grass and dirt, unable to fly, only able to fall.

Lilith’s pained scream cut through the wind as they fell, echoing so sharply it could replace the blade of a sword. As many other things transpired at the same moment, only the twins were able to see what was happening.

And if the sound itself was distressing, then Lilith was devastating.

Her snowy wings, that had not been overcome with demonic black like her brothers, was slowly painted with dark red instead; an arrow had shot right through the wing lining, preventing her from flying. She plummeted, shrieking and wailing for her brothers, for this nightmare to end— in her panic, she’d reached up and tore the arrow from her wing, and from the first drop of blood that sprayed from the wound, coalesced another demon.

They fell along through the sky, wide and terrified blue hues that melted into green darting around frantically, blonde hair whipping with the wind. Compared to the being Lucifer had borne, this one had no dark aura- only an air of complete misery. They emitted cries like that of a newborn, even after one of the twins had snatched them from their free fall and held on tightly (shielding the last thing they had of Lilith from harm as they all crashed against the Devildom dirt).

There was one loss and two additions to the family as they all helped drag one another's broken and bleeding bodies to the Demon Lord’s Castle.

“These two…demons born from Angels? How interesting…Satan shall be the fourth born and the Avatar of Wrath…Y/n shall be the eighth born and the Avatar of…misery. From this day forth, you will be considered twins— and the siblings of the other six.”

#obey me x reader #om x reader #satan x reader #om satan #obey me satan #obey me drabbles

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anintrovertedechoe · 1 year

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Gentle.

Satan x Reader

gn reader

Obey Me! Shall we Date

If you could use one word to describe Satan, it would be gentle. Lesser demons (and maybe even his own brothers) would call you insane for saying so, but the truth was there for anyone to see, if they would just look. Wrath, as destructive as it may seem at first glance, was passion, and the green-eyed ‘monster’ you deemed your closest friend was full of it. And within the throes of his devotion, there was gentleness. Gentleness in the way he handed you his precious tomes, trusting you with its safekeeping. Gentleness in how he talked about his favorite furry friends. Gentleness in the way he looked at you, eyes filled with all things kind and good in the world.

How ironic, for you to see nothing but benevolence in the being borne from grief, and pain, and violence. But people seem to forget he was born out of love, too. (After all, are grief and love not the same side of a coin?) Love for the sister he never got to meet, love for his brothers whom he pretends to hate, love for the people held so dear you would start a war to protect them. That love was what drew you to him. A demon so full of passion and sorrow that you couldn’t help but be intrigued.

You didn’t always think so affectionately of Wrath, you will admit. The day you first truly met him, you were terrified of him. You genuinely thought you would (and most likely, you would have if not for Lucifer’s interference) die. A refused pact would have led to your demise. (And oh, dearest fourth-born, would you really give up your life to spite the eldest? Or was it because you didn’t think your life was your own?)

It wasn’t until the body-swapping incident with Satan and his most despised brother that the two of you began to grow close. (For how could he not follow the one who made him realize with a gentle strength that he is no one’s but his own; not but a broken off piece of a soul’s rage, but a being strong and deserving of being the fourth brother?) It turned out that Wrath itself had a weakness, and he was in no way loathe to admit it. It only took a stray alley cat for your bond to begin to grow. Cat treats and makeshift toys began to take place in your pockets, and you swear you’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than Wrath’s gentle smile.

Your thirst for knowledge in the strange new world you were dropped in was also a growing factor in your relationship. The day he lent you a book from his own personal library was a day you would never forget. A milestone of trust, and the day a funny feeling took hold in your chest.

Hangouts went from every few weeks, to every few days, to the point where you could not find one without the other nearby. The two of you were attached at the hip (much to the other brothers’ dismay), and maybe that’s when you started to recognize the buzzing affection within you.

Love had taken root in your heart, and grew, grew, grew until there was no space left to fill. Your days felt brighter and the color green colored your vision when you closed your eyes. (you had never felt so full of warmth before him. You never wanted this feeling to stop.) Every thought you had now consisted of the boy you fell for, kind, sweet, gentle. (You shamefully wondered what it would be like to be within the throes of passion with your blonde (imaginary) lover. You could never look at him in the eyes the days after, and a certain lust filled strawberry blond would taunt you with a smirk and knowing eyes much to your dismay.) There was no room for the burning anger you used to hold for the hellish situation you had been thrown into by a certain prince. Only love. Kind, gentle, love.

If only there wasn’t enough space left for the fear and doubt that overshadowed your courage.

There was no questioning that you were bathing in your love for the fourth Avatar of Sin; Wrath had stolen your heart and you had blissfully let him. What you doubted was if those feelings were reciprocated or not. And if they were, just how much love did the blond hold for you the way you held for him? (Oceans worth, love. He would challenge God himself if he had to in order to keep loving you.) You cherished the friendship the two of you had built from the ground up, and the possibility of ruining it with unrequited feelings froze you with fear. You were only human, at the end of the day. And Satan was the fourth born brother, Avatar of Sin. He was Wrath, and love, and passion; ethereal, beautiful, gentle. (your bond deeper than the depths of Tartarus, you misjudge him, darling. Could you not see how he adored you so?)

So, you decide to wait. You tell yourself you’re imagining the flush of his face when he shows you his romantic poetry that somehow suspiciously resembles you. You remind yourself his gentle smile is for all of those he cares about, not just you. You wait for him to come to you, for fear of having your tender heart torn to shreds. You wait until you are sure. (Will you ever be?)

And Satan?

It infuriates him when your ignorance thwarts his romantic plans. The rage within him comes to life when the ‘I love you’’s are interpreted as platonic and his attempts at courting you seen as anything but romantic. He’s not mad at you; no, never you. Moreso at the people who convinced you that you are not the most loveable being in all of the three realms. His wrath destroys him from the inside at the fact that you don’t see yourself the way he does. Your smile makes him week, your laughter brings him to his knees. How could Satan possibly not love you? There is no reality that exists where he would not fall for you.

But Satan has learned patience; he has honed the skill over his thousands of years of life. He knows to wait until you learn to see yourself the way he sees you. He has learned to be soft, and kind to those he loves. And Satan? Satan loves you. For you, he will wait. For you, he will be gentle.

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renenenenee · 1 year

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Schrödinger's Satan's cat theory.

satan is not a complicated man. he likes to read, he likes cats, he has 5 brothers, he has 1 enemy. pretty simple stuff. and so when he meets you, someone so complex and at times - a variable at which his mind shows "404" he has deduced that he'll need a 101 lesson on schrödinger's satan's cat theory.

♡. ) satan x fem!reader

"god what the heck is happening in my mind" satan says, like a cat chasing it's own tail, satan paces aimlessly in the library.

what was supposed to be a normal and mundane (well, as mundane as you can get in the house of lamentation) wednesday - had turn into one of stress, panic, and plentiful heartbeats.

asmodeus sighs as he puts down the mirror, a feat at which is a rare sight, "ditto." he looks at the fourth born all disappointed and perplexed. after all, what is happening in his mind?

"what's wrong? got a feud with cupid or something?~" asmodeus teases mindlessly, after all satan of all demons would never even dream of getting involved in the dance of love. cause i mean, c'mon, satan? love? don't make me laugh.

but... if that's truly the case.. why isn't the avatar of wrath retorting back?...

asmodeus had stopped his movement, his mind turning blank, and his heart - unlike the fourth born - stopping. "... wait..." he slowly turns his head towards satan and for the first time in his long, extremely long life - he witnessed something so incredibly beautiful.

"..w-what? why are you just... staring at me l-like that?.." satan covers his mouth, face rosy as if he had been thrown a bucket filled with flowers and songs of heaven's songbirds.

"oh.. my GOODNESS!!" asmodeus squealed, he couldn't believe it! his wrathful yet sensible brother is blushing, looking as if he'd fallen in love - no, no it would be an insult to call this love! it's more than that, surely!

asmodeus immediately rushed over to satan, excitedly prancing around. it seems as though the fifth born had jumped the gun and now he's off to marriage land...

satan pried off his annoying brother, annoyed and flustered that the cat had gotten out of the bag this quickly. agh, how embarrassing.

"ugh, get off me asmo." satan scoffed and started searching for books within the vast shelfs of knowledge, beckoning for something - anything to distract him. "whaa?! how could i possibly run away from something as cute as this!!~" asmodeus giggled.

"so~ who's the lucky girl? well. not really lucky. since she isn't with me but those are just the finer details~" asmodeus teased, practically dying from the lack of information. it seems as though the fifth born was excited to turn the books in the shelves of knowledge to one of satan's experiences with love.

satan's blush burned harder than his anger had ever gotten. a color of pure passion that rivalled even lucifer's pride. "... you're really starting to annoy me asmo..." satan aimlessly grabbed a book, which reminded him of the vast collection in his room. perhaps he could rush there and bury himself.

but satan, as collected as he is, is a being with a limit. a string strong enough to contain his most emotional tendencies but a string weak enough to break off when buttons are pushed right.

and asmodeus had pushed- no, destroyed those buttons.

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!!~ a little hint wouldn't hurt, or else i'll start guessing~" asmodeus bargained, huh. who knew you actually could learn something from the second born. but satan wouldn't budge. you're going to have to try a little harder if you wanna break the most patient man to have ever exis- wait where are you going?

asmodeus put out his tongue, "well, if you wanna be that stubborn - then i sure hope you don't mind me telling the others!~" asmodeus waved, on his way exiting the library.

oh no you don't. satan had an average stamina and speed, he wasn't proud but he wasn't upset with it either - but oh boy was he proud now. satan had never felt a sense of dread, this much pressure in his life, so much so he hadn't even intended to grab the back collar of asmodeus this roughly.

"ack!- okay, okay! calm down.." asmodeus tried to catch his breath amongst his surprise.

satan whispered "y/n...", silently hoping his brother hadn't heard but a piece of him - so small it can be considered miniscule, wanted someone he could confide in about his feelings. asmodeus, who had finished coughing, looked up at satan confused "a-ahem.. ugh.. y-y/n what?.."

satan looks away, wanting to hurry up and get this embarrassing part over with. "t-the one.. i think i like.." his heart had flown to heaven upon hearing his admittance. ah, he never expected he'd visit heaven for the first time like this.

asmodeus giggles, "ah.. y/n. well i can't say i'm quite surprised" he smiles. proud of his brother for his brave yet adorable confession. "so~ what do you think you're gonna do next hm?~" asmodeus muses, curious of the fourth born's next step.

however, said fourth born had instead sighed. "ugh, listen. i'm not even sure i like her just yet, i'll need to confirm-" but before he can finish his sentence, asmodeus shook his shoulders in pure absurdity.

"what?!" he screams, "you totally like her!!" this makes the fourth born blush further, a bitter yet sweet argument ignited between the two brothers. one gushing and other- wait, why are you gushing about her?!

"mhh.. that's beside the point! i never took you as someone who'd be so dense.." asmodeus sighs, hopelessly. walking past the avatar of wrath, reveling in how he'd constantly open and close his mouth - ready to argue, but unsure of what to say. what a cute sight.

-tuck... "oh?" asmodeus looks down, the book satan held earlier appeared to have been left on the floor. must've been from when he had strangled and defiled his poor, poor delicate neck (the cynical fourth born swears he's overdramatizing it.)

"hmph! well it'll do no good to loiter around" asmodeus begrudgingly sacrifices himself on a brave journey, bending down to grab the book whilst knowing the dangers of tainting his jeans with soot.

as he pats the book to whisk away any dust, he notices what exactly the book happens to be. "schrödinger's cat theory" it read on the title cover. and suddenly, a lightbulb appeared-

asmodeus turned behind excitedly towards satan, "i know what'll convince you! if i explain your feelings with a concept you'll are obsessed with understand then you'll surely admit you have feelings!" asmodeus showcased the book with a big grin.

satan furrowed his eyebrow, unconvinced and un wavered. however, he'd be running in circles if he keeps denying asmodeus any juicy details - so he might as well indulge in his little games.

asmodeus prepares a comically huge whiteboard (how did he even bring that here?) and coughs loudly, and dramatically really but you probably expected that already.

"you see, my dear brother. i call this!~ the "satan's cat theory! ♥" asmodeus squeals, as he draws a doodle of a grumpy satan followed by little cats (that satan approves of) around the canvas.

asmodeus draws a much cleaner and adorable sketch of you. one with a version inside a box, and the other without. "now now, as you can see here-"

satan interrupts the class session to input, what he determines, as a valuable criticism. "hang on.. this is supposed to be satan's cat theory. i don't see how that drawing of her is supposed to be related to a cat" satan folds him arms and scoffs.

asmodeus sighs and mumbles about how he's being dramatic. asmodeus pouts "hey! im already impatient enough as is, he have to start the lesson alright?!" he whines, much to satan's dismay.

"imagine this here, this drawing of y/n is how you see her at the moment. her being her normal-cute self!~" asmodeus giggles, "but now look over here!" asmodeus erases the normal doodle, and draws an obnoxious red circle around the version of you inside a box.

"now this is a metaphor of your feelings! y/n is inside that box, and she's in a state where you either like or love her. and you won't know until you open that box!"

satan raises an eyebrow "and.. how is that supposed to help me?" upon questioning he immediately receives a groan as a reply. "how can you not tell where im going with this?!" asmodeus whines,

"agh, at this point i might have to miss out on that clothing sale just to get through your thick and unpretty skull.." he sulks, but satan didn't seem to receive that remark quite lightly...

asmodeus however, ignores the green flame igniting behind him and continues on, "and now, let's say you open that box and see what you truly feel for y/n" asmodeus then flips the whiteboard to showcase what's on the backside.

satan grows intrigued, he wasn't expecting such effort from his brother (much less how he's even accomplished this in such a short notice). asmodeus beams and waves his hand, "tada!!!"

a picture of you was taped in front of a doodle of a box opening up to reveal it's insides. however, the doodle wasn't what satan was focusing on...

is that... is that... no.... it can't be.. it can't possibly be...

is that a picture of you with cat ears?!?!

"OI?! how did you even-" satan gets up, flustered at the sight and slightly enraged. however, asmodeus quickly rips off (much to satan's cringe) the picture from the whiteboard and sways his finger.

"at-tat-ta~ you can't get this picture until you figure out what the key to this lesson is ♥" he teases. "!!!" satan, baffled at the confidence of his brother, grows even more flustered and flushed.

c'mon satan..!! think!! you are definitely the smartest in the house of lamentation (though, lucifer would beg to differ) so he definitely can't let love drive him stupid. alright, what's the key to the lesson, what was asmodeus going on about and....

hold on. let's back track.

"c-cant.. let...." satan mumbles under his breath. asmodeus, not quite catching what his dear cynical fourth had muttered, lets out a hum of confusion.

"... drive.. me.. s-stupid..." the mumbling becomes clearer, and clearer. "ehh hey.. why are you all mumbling and being weird there?" asmodeus tries to get his brother back to reality, until when he suddenly--

"AGH!!! ASMOOOOO" geez! it's like it was lucifer yelling for mammon all over again! asmo jumps in response, confused and shocked at the sudden outburst. "L-LOVE ITS... I-ITS LOVE GOD DAMMIT" satan yells, and for the first time in a long while, it seems as though he's come back to embrace his demon form.

"eek!!" asmodeus runs off to seek protection by his other kinder and less wrathful brothers. satan seemed to regain a bit more relief once asmo was out of his sight. especially when he noticed that he ended up dropping the picture of you with... those darn cat ears...

the picture, without him even knowing, had subconsciously returned him back to his original form. now much calmer with a clearer mind, he runs his hands through his hair.

"sighs... love, huh.." he whispers to himself, a moment to collect his feelings and thoughts. he falls down to take a seat on top of the arm chair. even though he resists looking at the picture of you, for the sake of his beating heart, he still ever so tightly grips it - scared that it'll fly away so easily.

he sighs once more, for what seemed like the 10th time today, he mutters to his heart "how am i supposed to face her now... ah god dammit. that stupid... and cute lesson..." he feels heat rushing through his body again, at the mere thought of such a cute concept.

satan's cat theory, huh? well.. he hopes he can miss the due date for homework, as he needs more time for research and less time for dilly dallying.

he says, as he pockets the picture.

#obey me x reader #satan x reader #obey me x mc #obey me #obey me fluff #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #satan x mc #satan x you

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devildomwriter · 5 months

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Chapter I Summary

Based on a recent request I’ve decided I’ll be writing detailed summaries of EVERY chapter including Nightbringer but for now let’s start with Chapter One. They’ll be in Roman numerals also because I like the aesthetic so if you don’t understand Roman Numerals I’ll have a Last and Next link on each one.

1-1

MC awakens in a room that looks similar to a courtroom. The man in the chief’s chair welcomes them to the Devildom and understands they must be confused because they are human. The man introduces himself as Diavolo, the ruler of the Devildom and its future king. Diavolo explains they are in the student council room of the Royal Academy of Diavolo, most refer to it as RAD. When MC asks a question, anther demon responds. Diavolo introduces him as Lucifer the Avatar of Pride, Vice President of the student council, his right hand man, and most trusted friend. Lucifer tells him not to flatter him and welcomes MC before finally answering their questions. Lucifer explains the exchange program to MC, that Diavolo wishes to strengthen the bonds of the human world, Devildom, and Celestial Realm and that they are the newest exchange student and will be staying for a year while they work on tasks from RAD.

Lucifer decides that his brother, Mammon, should be the one to look after MC and gives them a D.D.D. (The Devildom’s version of a phone) and has them call him. Mammon answers confused and annoyed. He dismisses MC, not wanting to take care of a human but Lucifer threatens him so he hurries on his way to get to RAD.

Fun Facts: This is the lesson when Diavolo, Lucifer, MC, Mammon, and RAD are first introduced.

Lesson 1-2

Diavolo tells MC he understands that they must be anxious as they are in an unfamiliar place and will be cared for by a stranger. He assures MC that Mammon won’t be the only one taking care of them and asks Lucifer to introduce his brothers. Lucifer is annoyed but complies and introduces Asmodeus, the fifth eldest and the avatar of Lust, who is offended Lucifer isn’t proud to introduce them. He introduces Satan next as the fourth eldest and Avatar of Wrath and warns MC that looks can be deceiving. Satan introduces himself and MC has the option to ask about either him or Asmodeus. When they ask about Asmodeus being the avatar of lust, Asmodeus has MC look into his eyes so he can demonstrate his ability to charm but it doesn’t work on MC which confuses him and he questions if MC has a soul. Lucifer confirms they do and another demon confirms he hasn’t eaten any souls yet.

If MC asks about Satan being the avatar of wrath, Lucifer says that’s what Satan is all about and Satan gets angry and tells MC not to trust Lucifer as he often speaks ill of his brothers.

Lucifer then introduces the other demon in the room with a grumpy look on his face as the sixth eldest, Beelzebub. Beelzebub interrupts, announcing he’s hungry. Lucifer tells him that’s too bad and explains Beelzebub is the avatar of gluttony.

Lucifer explains he’s the eldest and Mammon, the second eldest, will arrive shortly. He mentions having other brothers and that they’ll get to them later on. He tells MC that all their contact information is saved in their D.D.D. to keep them safe from vulgar demons while they stay at the House of Lamentation, where they will all be living together. Diavolo immediately sends a message and Satan exclaims it must be nice for MC to be friends with the future king.

Fun Facts: This is the lesson when Satan, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub are first introduced.

1-3

After Lucifer finishes his explanation, Mammon finally arrives. Mammon begins threatening MC, demanding their money and tells them if they don’t comply he’ll eat them. Lucifer tells him to shut up or he’ll punch him but proceeds to punch him anyway which Mammon complains about.

Satan introduces Mammon as the avatar of greed who oversees and governs all forms of greed. He claims anyone in favor with Mammon finds themself awash with money but when he breaks it off they haven’t a single Grimm (Devildom currency) to their name. Asmodeus adds that Mammon is a masochists and Lucifer agree but Mammon protests and denies this.

Lucifer tells Mammon hell be the one overseeing MC through their exchange program. Asmodeus comments that Mammon is lucky but when asked to switch, states he is too lazy. Satan tells him to give it up as he can’t disobey a direct command from Lucifer. Mammon continues to protest asking why Beel can’t do it but Satan tells him they may as well be asking for MC to be eaten. Beel agrees he can’t promise he wouldn’t and Mammon calls him useless.

Lucifer threatens Mammon again and Mammon finally agrees. Mammon tells MC that they better not cause him any trouble because he has no choice but to look after them. If MC agrees to the deal Mammon tells them it’s a good idea but if MC refuses Mammon scolds them and let’s them know that in the Devildom Diavolo and Lucifer’s word is law.

Lucifer moves on to the next subject which is about the tasks required of MC. He explains that their job is to polish up their soul nicely to acquire the power to resist humans. But in the same breath explains demon’s like these souls the most. Lucifer explains it’s like an experiment to see who will win, the human’s nice shiny soul will either chase off the demon or the demon will tempt them and steal their soul.

Lucifer tells MC not to worry and that if they win he’ll prepare a reward but there isn’t a penalty for losing because unlike the other human exchange student, they don’t have magic.

Fun Facts: This is the first lesson that Mammon appears in person

1-5

Lucifer sums up his explanation and reminds MC they will be a student at RAD for one year and they must do the tasks assigned to them.

(Part of the game tutorial then occurs with Lucifer instructing MC that their primary tasks are dance battles that they may rely on the brothers to help them with)

Mammon tells Lucifer if anyone gets eaten it’s not his fault and Beelzebub again complains he’s hungry. Lucifer again tells him that’s too bad and to behave himself.

MC has the option to—plead to go home but will be denied by Lucifer, insist it’s dream which Diavolo says they can believe if they’d like, or exclaim it will be a memorable year which Mammon comments that they’re positive and he won’t stop them from having fun.

Diavolo reiterates they’ll be living in the House of Lamentation for a year with Lucifer and his six younger brothers and asks MC to be the foundation for his dream of bringing peace between the three worlds. He wishes them good luck.

1-7

Mammon complains about being stuck with MC as they walk to the House of Lamentation. He insists he’s doing this because he has reasons and it’s not because he’s afraid of Lucifer. MC can either agree which he accepts or disagree which is snaps about.

They arrive at the House of lamentation and Mammon explains it’s one of the student dorms, but reserved specifically for Student Council members. Mammon complains about his note there calling him names but reiterates he’s a council member like them which is an elite status and tells MC he’s a big deal and to think of him that way.

When they enter the home MC sees a bulletin board with job postings and asks about it. Mammon tells them they can find details in :D Jobs, an app on their D.D.D.

Mammon moves on to give MC an instrumental piece of advise. If it looks like a demon will attack you, run away or die.

From behind him a voice proclaims that he should die.

Fun Fact: This is the first chapter the House of Lamentation appears, and the first time Leviathan speaks

1-10

Mammon is surprised to see his brother and introduces him as Leviathan, the third oldest and the Avatar of Envy. He suggests calling him Levi since his name is kind of hard to say.

Leviathan and Mammon proceed to verbally fight about Mammon owing money to Leviathan and not giving it back.

MC has the option to defend Mammon, antagonize Mammon, or stay out of it. If they agree with Mammon, Leviathan gets upset and Mammon redirects his attention to MC claiming they also collect figurines. This excites Levi and he asks them more about it to which MC can agree which makes him jealous, or disagree which leaves him speechless.

If they choose to antagonize Mammon he argues back and runs from Levi while he’s distracted, this also occurs if MC stays out of it.

Leviathan complains to MC before realizing they may be exactly what he needs and forces them to follow him. As this happens MC gets a text from Mammon threatening them not to tell Lucifer about what just happened.

Fun Facts: This chapter is the first time Leviathan appears in person

1-13

MC asks why Leviathan looked around to make sure no one saw them entering his room together and he tells them to guess what people would say if he took a non-otaku looking human into his room.

If MC guesses it’s because he’s worried about gossip he asks why would gossip about them as Ruri-Chan is the only one for him.

If MC guesses it’s because he’s an otaku, he gets upset and insists everyone is an otaku in some sort of way.

If MC proclaims to also be an otaku Leviathan trips over his words but insists he won’t be giving them any special treatment.

The first thing MC notices about his room is book called The Tale of the Seven Lords or TSL.

Leviathan goes on a long rant demonstrating his love and adoration of the TSL franchise and his beyond obsessive knowledge. During this rant he goes into his love of Japan and wanting to go to places often featured in anime. He also claims to want to be Henry who is the primary protagonist of the series, a human that befriends seven powerful lords, specifically with the Lord of Shadow. He loves the character so much he named his goldfish after him.

Fun Facts: This is the first time someone’s personal room is seen also meaning MC entered Levi’s bedroom before even seeing their own.

This is the first chapter where TSL and Henry are mentioned.

1-15

Leviathan stops talking about TSL to start trash talking Mammon and explaining what a scumbag he is. Leviathan explains as the third oldest there’s nothing he can do to defeat Mammon permanently no matter how hard he tries. He describes Mammon’s wrongdoings including one thing he did long ago that he still can’t forgive. This incident involved Mammon winning a Seraphina figure and refusing to give it to Leviathan despite having no interest in it. Worried about the figurine and the condition she’d be kept in, he snuck into Mammon’s room and was horrified to see her still in the shopping bag on Mammon’s trashy floor. He got so angry he went to kick a sleeping Mammon but in the blink of an eye, Mammon pile-drove him into the floor all while being stark naked.

Finishing his story he complains about Mammon’s speed and that no one other than Lucifer and Beel have that kind of speed.

He gets to his main point that if a human like MC were to make a pact with Mammon, Mammon would have to do as they say and pay back Levi.

If MC doesn’t want to give up their soul, Levi calms them and explains it doesn’t always need to be a soul. If MC simply says it’s cool, this reaction concerns Levi.

Leviathan dismisses any concern on MC’s part and says he doesn’t care how they feel about it as they’re doing it either way. He tells MC all they need is a bargaining chip, something Mammon would do anything to get.

Memorable Quotes:

“The demon lends his strength to a human to make their wish come true in exchange for their soul.”

“That’s so cool!”

“Your reaction is kinda worrisome considering I didn’t even tell you about the risks yet, but oh well!”

#obey me chapter one #obey me lucifer #obey me chapter summaries #obey me volume one #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me diavolo

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gaybananabread · 7 months

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Can I buyyyyyyy some cherries and bananas for Lee!satan and Ler!lucifer

Fruit(s): Cherries, Bananas

WHOOOOOO DAMN I haven’t played this in two years @~@. I tried my best to keep these boys in character and flesh the idea out. Hopefully this doesn’t suck(/hj). May or may not have restarted my interest in this fandom… As always, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Satan

Ler: Lucifer

Summary: Satan becomes engrossed in a new novel, locking himself in his room all day. He forgets about everything else as time flies, accidentally ignoring his duties and MC. Lucifer gives him a reminder he won’t soon forget.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Satan curled up on his bed, the soft pattering of rain on his bay window making the perfect white noise. He had been gifted a new mystery/drama novel by his favorite human and was intent on binge-reading it to the end. Abandoning his worries and silencing his D.D.D., the avatar of Wrath cracked the spine and began to read his new novel.

Lucifer stormed through the halls of the House of Lamentation, heading for the fourth oldest brother’s room. The knowledge-obsessed recluse hadn’t shown his face in over 24 hours. MC was worried, and the blonde demon’s list of assignments was left untouched.

As the oldest, he took it upon himself to punish his brothers for their various misdeeds. Despite this, he had a soft spot for every one of them in his heart, no matter how small. Mammon was a cheeky, greedy little shit most of the time, but he still loved him as his brother. Nevertheless, Satan’s hermiting couldn’t be left unchecked.

Reaching the sturdy oak barrier, Lucifer knocked rather politely. He was too civilized to bang right away, though he definitely felt like it. “Satan! Open this door, now!” He could still yell, though.

The bibliophile jolted, almost dropping his beloved book as the yell shook him. He scoffed, bookmarked his page and moved to open the door. “What is it, Lucifer? I’m doing something.”

That got a huff out of the prideful demon, his eye twitching. “It’s not your list of tasks for today, is it? Or perhaps spending time with the human? You can’t be in there just reading and think you can speak to me that way.” Internally, he facepalmed. He really had lost track of time, hadn’t he? No way he was admitting that to Lucifer, though. “What makes you think you can talk to me like I’m a child? I’ll get them done, and I’ve got plans to hang out with MC later.”

That made the older man’s blood boil. Normally he’d smack the other demon around a bit and call it a day, but that time was different. He had promised his human that he would refrain from harming his brothers, especially satan. They hate seeing the two fight. Violence is off the table, but something else they had shown him came to mind. Bingo…

The smirk on Lucifer’s face sent an odd feeling to his stomach. One he could’ve sworn he’d felt before, but couldn’t quite remember when. “Satan, I’m giving you five seconds to run. If I were you, I’d use them~” He raised one hand, teasingly wiggling his fingers. Oh... Oh.

Satan did what any rational demon would in that scenario; he ran for his life. Luci rarely got into teasing moods, but when he did, they were killer. Every brother in the House knew to fear a playful Lucifer.

The eldest brother chuckled, watching the cat-lover flee. He loved moments like these, though he’d never admit it. He slowly counted to five listening to every shoe squeak and opening door as his brother ran. Finally, when the time was up, he pursued his victim for the evening.

Lucifer followed his mental map, retracing the noises he’d heard. A shoe squeak for a turn, a door slam for a room change. He reached the end of the trail, watching a bag swing on the closet door. There we are…

Taking long, slow strides, he walked over to the closet. The demon made sure every step was loud and slapped against the ground for his hidden brother to hear. Was it mean? Absolutely. Did he care? Not one bit.

Satan kept a hand pressed over his mouth, not daring to make a sound. He knew that Lucifer was just drawing it out. Before their human showed up, the brothers never would’ve considered such a playful option. But now? It was their favorite alternative, often on both the giving and receiving side. Lucifer was still the most revered in the family, even in such a silly sense.

Chuckling to himself, Lucifer flung the closet door open, grabbing his brother’s arm and pinning him to the couch before he could even think about running. Satan kicked and squirmed, his tucked cardigan quickly getting bunched as he tried to escape. “L-Lucifer! Let me go right now!”

A gleam shone in his older brother’s eyes, one that sent a shiver down his spine. He only got that look when he was about to do something evil, usually to Mammon… If only the greedy avatar were there to distract him.

Lucifer leaned in, speaking directly into his brother’s ear. “I want you to know, Satan, that I will be tickling you mercilessly.” His tone was as smug as it was level. The simple gesture made his stomach do anticipatory flips. “And I will be enjoying myself~”

Before he could even breathe another protest, Luci dug into his upper rib cage, scribbling and drilling his fingers between each bone. Satan fell in a giggle fit, his cheeks quickly pinkening. “L-Luhucifeheher! Nohoho! Gehet off mehehehe!”

“Aww, how unfortunate for you, brother. I won’t be doing that anytime soon.” He cooed, climbing up and down Satan’s rib cage with his wiggly fingers. He had the other demon strongly pinned, giving him very little wiggle room. Still, he tried his best to get away. “Gohoho awahay! I-Ihihi’ll stohop reading fohor todahahay!”

Lucifer believed him, though he didn’t care. His sadism kept him going, but more than that, he liked seeing his logical brother laugh. “Go away? What have I said about you speaking to me like that?” He moved his wiggling fingers to Satan’s neck, basking in the high-pitched squeal he caused. “N-NYAHAHAO! LUHUCIFER, PLEHEHEASE!” That had to be one of his favorite spots, though the true winner was up next.

Satan hated begging anyone for anything, especially Lucifer. His neck was stupidly ticklish, though, and he’d much rather beg under Luci than laugh and squeal like a child. The prideful demon had no intentions of stopping, instead moving to Satan’s “jackpot spot” as his brothers called it. He moved two fingers underneath the boy’s chin, attacking the area with his short nails.

Satan was not proud of his reaction.

A mash-up of a squeal, snort and scream ripped from his throat, his whole body jolting at the feeling. The blush had pretty much taken over his face, tinting his neck and ears a vibrant crimson. “L-LUHAHAHA! I- IHI- NAHAHAHO!” Amidst the crazed laughter, unintelligible nonsense reached the other demon’s ears. He couldn’t understand that if he tried.

“Wow, Satan; I never knew a demon could get so flushed. You’re as red as Diavolo’s coat.” Lucifer had no problems being an asshole to his brother; he had promised he wouldn’t hurt the other demon, but he never said he wouldn’t drive him mad. The teasing was just one more way to make sure his punishment stuck.

Satan was lost in his laughter. His nerves felt as if they were on fire with the ticklish sensation, his typically logical and quick mind a squishy, bubbly soup. There was no way he could do anything but laugh and hope Lucifer had a heart. “PLEAHAHA- PLEHEASE! MEHEHERCY!”

While he was greatly enjoying himself, he could tell his cat-loving brother was at his wits end. With a sigh, he retracted his fingers from beneath Satan’s chin, granting the man his mercy. “You’re lucky I’m feeling benevolent today, brother. Next time, I won’t stop my fun so quickly.”

With that, he released Satan’s arms and dusted off his coat as he stood. He had no shame for reducing his brother to a dazed, giggly puddle. Lucifer left the room, leaving his brother to recover by himself. He had a human to inform.

Satan curled up on the couch, rubbing his neck and hugging himself. Such an asshole… He refused to acknowledge the buzzing in his stomach, instead focusing on a revenge scheme. Taking a deep breath, the Avatar of Wrath stood, following the distant sound of his older brother’s footsteps. After he ranted to MC about how amazing the novel he received was, he had the perfect idea for his revenge. It was only a matter of time…

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Born Into the Seven Ruler's of Devildom

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer Morningstar.

Chapter List

1, 2, 3, 4

Tag List (Anyone can ask in the comment or send a message and say hi! I would really love to talk to you :D )

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Chapter 5 --- First Day at School

The school quickly descended into chaos as all the demons talked about the new humans, their conversations soon turning to the previous humans in the program.

"Why didn't Diavolo invite Solomon?"

"Perhaps due to the incident with the human girl who was killed."

"Do you think there might be an 'accident' involving the human girl?"

"Ahaha! That would be quite dramatic!"

"Just another nephilim they have to deal with!"

…

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

That's all I could think of as I walked toward my classroom. This is messed up, absolutely messed up. Why in the world would Diavolo start the exchange again? After thirteen years, at the same year I enrolled?! What kind of stupid fate is this?! Ugh. Whoever God from up there or down here must’ve hated me. Why do these things keep happening to me?!!!

"Ah!" My foot caught something, and I fell face-first.

A group of demons laughed at me.

"Ahaha! Watch where you're going," the demon kicked my side. I let out an 'uf' as I felt another demon put their boots on my back, holding me down.

"Argh!" Fuck! Fuck! Oh, how fate truly hates me.

"Iuuu... She has some sort of weird smell."

"What do you expect from a swamp demon?” I felt the demon lift his boot. I tightly closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.

“Hey!”

I looked up from the floor, my view only to a familiar pair of white high-heeled boots.

“You low-born demons, it’s the third bell! I will not have you punk demons ruin Diavolo’s precious academy on the first day,” Mephistopheles scolded.

The demon who has his boots on me turned to Mephisto. I slowly lifted myself up, surprised at Mephistopheles defending me.

“Fuck off Mephist-”

Mephistopheles lifted his cane to the demon’s neck, silencing him. The demon gulped.

“With the new human exchange students, it is ordered that there will be no fighting between students.” Mephisto stepped forward, pushing the demon into the wall, his purple aura flowing from his hand through his cane. “So you better follow that order, or I’ll put you on the list of Diavolo’s enemies.”

“What-!”

Mephisto struck his neck with the end of the cane. The demon doubled over, coughing.

“Understood?”

The demon coughed and nodded. Mephisto gave a glare and his friends pulled him away, leaving me and Mephistopheles in the hallway. I placed my hand over my side, emitting a healing power. I felt Mephistopheles staring at me.

I should say thank you. “Um, tha-”

“Don’t,” Mephisto cut me off. “I will need you in good shape to show me the warehouse, correct?”

Oh. Right. I nodded.

“Good, now quickly get to your class,” he lightly pushed my leg with his cane. I flinched and glared at him. He smiled back and walked to his class.

I sigh relief. I choose a great demon to be my support. For now.

I gave myself a few minutes to let the healing power work through my back. Then I lifted myself up and went to my first class, History of Devildom. I had memorized the classes I take in this building, and I was able to arrive in time. I sighed with relief as I took my seat. Luckily, no one seemed to care about me. And… I looked around the classroom. No demon brothers.

Yes!

A woman walked in, small pointy red horns on her head, short white hair, and a scowl on her face.

"Sit DOWN!" she shouted to the whole class. Of course, she would be the teacher. The student take their seat as the teacher scold. "As it is mandatory to introduce myself, even though you punk demons don't need another History Lesson 101 all over the decades because you're all lazy punks!"

She lifted her index finger, with long red sharp nails that could reach the ceiling. She scratched it on the blackboard behind her.

SCREEECH, SCREECH, SCREEECH,

I closed my ears and gritted my teeth. The teacher spelled out on the blackboard her name, "Miss Viles."

"Now, all of you will address me as Miss Viles! Or else!" she pulled out a metal ruler and snapped it. A crackling sound burst through the room like thunder, but there was no lightning. Thankfully, I'm already used to the sound in the swamp. "And! I do not tolerate-!"

"OIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

I jolted in my seat. That familiar voice... A demon behind me whispered, "Oh no, it's the scumbag greed brothers."

My eyes widened. The greedy scummy brother would be-!

Running steps were heard approaching from the hallway. Miss Viles groaned and held the door. When the demon stepped into the doorframe, she slammed it.

"GAH!!!"

I blinked my eyes, a demon sprawled on the floor. He had messy white hair. He was the avatar of greed, Mammon.

"HEY! I could've smashed the door, professor!" Mammon protested.

The demons behind me murmured, disappointed that Mammon didn't get slammed. That was obvious; Mammon had speed no demon in the realm could match.

Miss Viles glared. "Mammon, I will not repeat myself! Come to class on time!"

Mammon waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got ya!"

A knock on the door, and it opened, revealing a cute tan girl with brown hair. “Um, Ma-Mammon?"

I gasped. She’s one of the human exchange students!

“Ah! You must be Carina, right?”

“Ye-yes,” Carina stepped into the classroom, offering her hand. “Nice to meet-”

“I see you’ve already rubbed off on Mammon’s behavior,” Miss Viles ignored her hand. Carina slowly put her hand away with a frown. “Just because he is your caretaker doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be late for my class!” She slapped her ruler, making a thundering noise. Carina yelped.

“I-I-I’m sorry! Please don't kill me!” Carina bowed her back in fear. Students behind me snickered and laughed.

Oh no. This is just a repeat of what happened to Kristin. Bullied, mocked, threatened to be eaten. Not to mention, her caretaker was the same demon Mam-

“Eeep!!!”

The said demon had his face close to mine, staring at me. I was frozen in my seat, scared to death.

"Yo! Miss Viles! Who is this demon?"

What is he doing?? What does he want?! Did he realize??!!

Miss Viles blew her mouth. “Oh, that’s just the new baby demon from the swamp.”

“Wait!” Mammon banged the table, and I stood up, stepping back from my seat. “You’re the youngest demon?!”

“Uh-uh-uh, yeah?” Oh no, he must’ve realized I’m Leilel! FUCKING SHIT! I need to escape through the window!

"Oh yeah, you're the same age as-" Mammon suddenly stopped. He frowned at me, clicked his tongue, and sat in his chair. The whole class went quiet.

What's going on? Just a moment ago, Mammon was bothering me and now the whole class went dead silents. I glance at from the corner of my eyes, the whole students closed their mouth as if being sewed.

Miss Viles sense the discomfort, clears her throat, and clapped her hands. "Well, I guess that’s enough chaos. Let’s start class."

I sat back into my chair, dreadful and nervous. The classroom table is for three people, and I’m sitting with the poor human Carina and demon Lord Mammon.

Oh, God, why do you hate me so much?

My heart beating so fast it may have fallen out of my ribcage. My hand sweats like a pig. I take a slow deep breath. Distracting myself with the professor's lecture. I look from the corner of my eyes. Mammon was leaning over his crossed arms, yawning. He seemed to be bored out of his mind and ignoring everyone around him. I sighed in relief.

Then a quill tapped on my book. “Hey, I’m Carina, what’s your name?”

I flinch. Fuck. Quite bold this human wants to introduce herself to a demon on the first day. Very unfortunate that demon is me. If I become acquainted with Carina, I will be involved in Diavolo’s and the Seven Brothers' twisted game. They would let Carina be friends with me, then make me the evil demon who's out to eat this girl while the demon brothers protect her. It’s how they tricked Kristin and gained her favor.

And it’s going to happen again. I gritted my teeth and turn back to my book. I ignore her. I can’t get involved with her. Never.

I hear Carina let out a disappointed sigh. I clenched my pen. My consciousness was heavy with guilt. I'm really sorry. But her fate here had been predestined. And there’s nothing I would and could do. I'm still trying my hardest to survive here, and it's not been easy. Not without my blops though.

I exhales through my nose. I miss them already.

Suddenly Carina leaned on me, looking at my book. "Hum... La-mi? Lami?!"

I closed my book with a loud thud. For a human, she doesn't have a decency to keep a person's private space and business. Great. This kind of human would easily go down at least in a month.

I was about to scold her. "You...!" I stop as I saw the surprised look on her face, as if she can't believe what she's seeing in front of her. Her eyes cast down and up to my face. I blink. Why is she...?

Then her mouth curved into a grin like the Cheshire cat. “Wow, Lami” Carina mumbled with a smile. She giggled. “You’re thirteen, right? That makes me older than you.”

My left eyes twitch, shiver all over my back. Is this human a creep?

“What are you two talking about?”

I almost jumped in my seat when Mammon interrupted us.

Carina giggled. “Oh, I’m just introducing myself. Lami is so shy~” she gave me a weird smile. All the hair on my neck stood up.

What is this?

“Ik!” Mammon exclaimed. “Why would you wanna be friends with a demon from the swamp? They're the lowest of the lowest demons.”

Carina gasped. “Ma-Mammon!”

I rolled my eyes and returned to my book. A tan hand blocked my book with his palm. It was Mammon looming over me with a smirk.

“Not even the lowest demon wants to live there. You must’ve loved the smell, huh? I hope you shower twice cause I ain’t smellin - BUH!"

A board eraser smacked into Mammon’s head, and he fell backward into his seat.

“Kyaaaa!!!” Carina screamed.

“Human! Quiet! Mammon! Pay attention to the class! You've been in this class for decades! I had ENOUGH!" Miss Viles turned at me with a glare. "You!" She point her really-really long nails at me. I gulp. "I knew a demon from a swamp will have no manners whatsoever. So I'm going to assign you three, to DETENTION!" she slap her ruler to our table, creating a thunder sound over the class.

Carina scream loudly into my ears, hiding under the table like a mouse. Mammon was still on the floor, maybe passed out. The whole class laugh and mock us until Viles silents them. Then she went back to her lecture with a huff.

I take deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths. My heart may as well going to heart attack. How I wish it would happen. How I wish I was dead and send to Celestial Realm.

"I hate first day at school."

RRRIIIING!!!

The first bell rings for the next period, and I swiftly exit the class, my feet carrying me away.

“Ah, ah! Lami!”

It's Carina calling me. I keep running. Though the guilty conscience still lingers at the back of my mind, asking me if I'm going to let what happened to Kristin happen again.

I shake my head. No, I can't do that. I can't help anyone but myself. I keep running toward the RAD newspaper office.

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Mephistopheles has his arms crossed, scowling at me. “Detention? On the first day?”

I frown as I open the map of Devildom. “It wasn’t my fault, it was that dumb greedy demon, Mammon!”

“Yet, you got yourself involved with that demon?” Mephistopheles clicks his tongue. I scrunch my face in anger. Demons. Why did I even bother defending myself? I take a deep breath, settling my anger down. After I relax, I focused on the map, pointing at a location.

“Here.”

Mephistopheles looks over the map, his frown deepening. “The park?! Are you insane? A thousand years of searching for the rebellion's illegal operation is there?!”

“It is there, just hidden.” I rummage through my satchel and pull out a small dual-sided standing mirror. “See the forest behind the park? It’s an illusion. They used this ancient spell, a double mirror, reflecting what they recorded in the mirror and making it like a big whole projector.”

I demonstrate with my mirror, reflecting the fireplace. The first side captures the fireplace like a picture with a camera. Mephistopheles watches silently. Then I turn to the second side, facing the other side of the room. The reflection now shows the door as a fireplace.

Mephistopheles gasps, standing over his couch. “I’ve, I’ve seen this spell,” he points to the mirror. “If we had walked through the line where the mirror is placed,” Mephisto steps to the fireplace, touching it. “Everything becomes real.”

I nod. “That’s why none of you can find the place.”

Of course, I know this from the novel. The chapter tells how one of the rebellion demon approach Kristin, offering her an escape from Devildom. In exchange, Kristin would give them a key to Lucifer’s real Cerberus at the basement of the House of Lamentation. Since their operation is based on recreating the demon dog Cerberus, they would need the blood of the real Cerberus. After a while, Kristin decided not to continue, not wanting to cause chaos in Devildom.

Stupid girl.

The novel said she trusted those brothers, giving them a second chance to redeem themselves. Yeah. Where are you now, huh, Kristin? Buried in the unknown dirt of Devildom, leaving me behind.

I grit my teeth and clench my hand on my lap, trying hard not to let it show on my face. So I scrunch my face and exhale.

Mephistopheles doesn’t seem to notice me, busy taking notes and talking to himself.

“Alright, alright,” He taps his notepad. “I’ll be with reinforcement to see if this is real.” He looks at me seriously. “If we find nothing, I’ll personally escort you to Barbatos's torture room at the Demon Castle.”

Hearing Mephisto threat made my heart stop for a second. Oh, fuck. Do I really want to risk my life with a novel I just read through the internet?

…

Fuck this. I close my eyes and nod.

“Good, if you try to escape,” I suddenly feel a weight around my wrist. Mephistopheles' mark shines, creating a shackle around it. “The mark will be your chains, is that clear?”

I gulp down my throat. Since when is he able to do this? I nod again, praying to God above to let my plan goes well.

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completelyshatteredbrokenmschf · 8 days

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When MC is a 40+ yo single mom goes to hell PT 2

MC called up the kids and introduced them, "Cynthia, Tybierious, this is Lord Diavolo and Lord Lucifer. It looks like they are going to be out benefactors for a year while we are here in the Devildom. "

"A year! What about band mom!?!?!"

"I know buddy, I know, I'm so sorry, this isn't by choice. Maybe they have something like that here?" She looked at the two men in front of her questioningly.

"It isn't that, I'm supposed to take over bass trombone next year and if I miss a whole year Miguel is going to give it to someone else!"

"Ty! He chose you for this when you were a freshman, he isn't going to give up on you, I know it. Those kids love you."

"Not guaranteed."

She sighed and looked at her daughter, "You're awfully quiet princess, what's wrong?"

"They're still scary mama. And who're the others?"

"Well that's a good question, both my children are Neurospicy, introductions to the others will help them both feel more comfortable."

"Ah yes, so, Cynthia and Tybierious was it?"

"Ty or Ink."

"Cyn please "

"Very well, Ty, Cyn, I am Lucifer first born and the Avatar of Pride," he waved a man over with white hair and yellow sunglasses, "This is Mammon, my brother, second born and Avatar of Greed. This one with the headphones is Leviathan, third born and Avatar of Envy."

"Hey Ty! So Um yeah, what's that anime on you're shirt?"

"Kimetsu no Yaiba"

"Whoah, I haven't watched that one, have you watched TSL?"

"We don't have TSL back home."

"My Otaku would know, they know almost every anime out even if they don't personally watch it. I'm an Otaku too, but between working and taking care of these two, I have no time." She smiled apologetically.

"Whoah! Two Otaku!?"

Lucifer shook his head and took the conversation back over, "That one is Asmodeus, he's the fifth born and the Avatar of Lust."

"That one? How dare you call your beautiful little brother 'that one'"

Another young man stepped forward, at least you weren't forgotten, "Hello, I am Satan, fourth born and the Avatar of Wrath. Pleased to meet you."

She smiled at him nodding her head in acknowledgment, "Beelzebub, I'm the Avatar of Gluttony and the 6th born. Lucifer I'm hungry and they smell good."

"Too bad behave."

MC stepped in front of her kids, standing defiantly and protectively, "You will curb your appetite young man, neither my children nor myself are to be anyone's lunch. Am I understood?"

"Shit, mom voice!" Ty shout whispered, Cyn next to him nodded, grasping her hands together.

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank you, now, where will we be living and what not. How do I earn money so we can survive?"

"There are part time jobs available, that is no problem, as for living..." Diavolo looked at Lucifer.

"You three will be moving in with us at the House of Lamentation, our house."

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Chapter 4 (N.SFW)

➣ Pairing: Demon brothers, Royals, Solomon with fem!Reader. ➣ Warning: N.SFW ➣ Word Count: 3,366 ➣ Chapters [SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12] ➣ Chapters [N.SFW]: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]

➣ A/N: I was very tired - so tired that I almost accidentally deleted the entire draft - when I wrote this, so hopefully, it turned out well. 😅

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The faintest morning light filtered through the window blinds, but you lay awake in bed. Unable to fall asleep again, you got ready and quietly went downstairs, trying to keep the wooden floorboards creaking to a minimum, to find the living area empty. Someone had turned the fireplace off, but the early winter chill on the first level was rather refreshing. 'Hm? Is that...?' Through one of the windows, you noticed Satan pacing back and forth a short distance from the cabin.

The sky above the cabin was painted a brilliant orange as the sun slowly rose from behind the snowy mountains, casting long shadows as it ascended the sky. Satan's hair was illuminated by the sun's rays, giving it the appearance of a crown on his head. His skin was red, and his face was contorted with anger, as though he could not escape the freezing temperatures' bitter chill.

"Good morning, Satan. What's wrong?" You worriedly asked, but when he didn't reply, you continued. "You shouldn't stay out too long."

"Demons are far more powerful than frail humans," he rasped, his tone harsher than he meant, making you wince. It was unusual for him to behave that way with you, so something unexpected must have happened.

The fourth brother sighed after realizing he had taken his anger for his brother out on you. "My apologies, (y/n). After you and Beel left yesterday, Lucifer forced me to shift into his bedroom. It's bad enough that I have to live under the same roof as him, but now, I have to share a room."

"It's okay, Satan. Why did Lucifer force you to move?" You asked curiously but knew the first brother's actions always had a meaning behind them.

"Diavolo had no issues staying with Lucifer, but Barbatos said it would be better for him to stay with his royal highness," Satan fumed. "So, Lucifer asked me to vacate my room. I asked the others if they would switch with me, and Solomon only agreed. But, of course, Lucifer intervened."

The Avatar of Wrath faced you, folded his arms across his chest, and mimicked his older brother's voice. "I refuse to share a room with Solomon. His mere presence gives me a headache."

His impersonation made you chuckle, but there had to be a viable solution to his situation. "Do you want to take my room? I don't mind sharing a room with Lucifer."

"Absolutely not!" He exclaimed, eliciting a laugh from you. You expected that reaction from him but thought to ask anyway. Who were you kidding? You just wanted to see Satan's reaction to you rooming with the Avatar of Pride.

"Then, why don't you find a common ground with Lucifer? That way, you can enjoy spending time with him." You suggested in hopes that he would give in to your request. Once your words settled in his mind, Satan's face lit up. The dark aura of despair hovering around him gave way to one filled with excitement, and his arms tightly coiled around your frame.

"That's it! (Y/n), you are a genius."

"Thank you?" You mumbled, baffled by his sudden enthusiasm. "But what do you plan to do?"

"Since Lucifer can't get away from me, this is the perfect opportunity to prank him. Endlessly." He grinned and released you from his grip. Without waiting for your response, Satan powerwalked to the main door of the cabin, leaving you screaming in the background. "W-Wait! Satan, that's not what I meant."

You sighed heavily and slumped your shoulders, mumbling to yourself. "That was not what I meant, Satan. Sorry, Lucifer. I think I just made your problem worse. I will be in deep waters if Lucifer learns about this conversation."

"Good morning, (y/n). Would you kindly repeat what you said?" Barbatos whispered behind you. His sudden appearance startled you and left you wondering how he managed to stealthily approach you without emitting even a single crunch of the snow underfoot. The small curls on the corners of his lips seemed to indicate that he had knowledge of the occurrences before his appearance.

"Satan doesn't want to stay with Lucifer, and I tried to tell him to find common ground so he could enjoy his time with his older brother. But Satan interpreted that as 'prank Lucifer endlessly'," you exhaled loudly through your mouth. "If Lucifer finds out about this, I will be in trouble."

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Solomon stood near a window inside the cabin, sipping tea from a mug, and expressionlessly peered at you. Barbatos chuckled at your unfounded concern but remained silent. His dark emerald eyes analyzed every aspect of your demeanor, although his expression betrayed nothing of his thoughts or feelings. He seemed to be gauging your discomfort around him, which further heightened your unease.

"What reason could you possibly have for your discomfort?"

His direct inquiry caught you off guard, but you saw no point in concealing the truth from him as you knew he would see through your lies. You mumbled your response, your gaze fixed on your white boots layered with fresh snow, "Lucifer might have caught on. I am worried, Barbatos."

"Do not worry needlessly, (y/n)," he reassured. "Now, my dear, I implore you to return to the cabin. The weather is frigid, and I would rather you not fall ill."

"You can go ahead, and I will join you in a few minutes. I need some fresh air to clear my thoughts." You dully said.

"As you wish, but do not take longer than necessary. Then, I shall take my leave," Barbatos warmly smiled, and to your surprise, his smile reached his eyes. Was this the first time you saw his genuine smile? You couldn't remember but felt happy nevertheless.

After a while, you took his advice and headed back, only to see Mammon sneakily approaching the main door with an object hidden in his hand behind his back. Although you attempted to discern the words on the folded stack of black and blue packets, Mammon thwarted your efforts and slid them inside his jacket's pocket.

"Mammon, what are you doing?" You asked, suspecting he was up to no good. As you expected, he was startled by your presence but managed to give you a nervous smile. He was definitely up to no good, but you hoped his ill intention would not result in Lucifer severely punishing him.

"I ain't doin' anythin', and before ya ask, I'm sneakin' in 'cause I'm tryin' to avoid...Solomon," he laughed. "Are ya hungry? 'Cause I'm starvin'. Let's get breakfast!"

With those words, Mammon ran into the cabin, avoiding any other question you might have had for him. You shook your head, but before you could enter, Solomon blocked your path. "Are you alright, (y/n)? You seemed troubled."

It was evident that the sorcerer suspected you were hiding a secret and sought to hear it directly from you. Given the potential ramifications of divulging the truth, specifically with respect to Lucifer, you promptly shook your head. "It's nothing. I've to get ready to go shopping with Levi, so excuse me."

As his eyes followed you, Solomon smiled to himself. What were you hiding from him, and why were you nervous around Barbatos? But the most crucial question was: should he pry into the matter or leave it alone?

"Don't be nervous, Levi. There aren't many people around this time of the day," you chuckled and squeezed his hand slightly. Levi said nothing as he scanned the colorful store you had brought him to.

Every rack and shelf had an array of Christmas clothes in all shapes, sizes, and colors. The walls were adorned with tinsel, mistletoes, snowflake cutouts, and wreaths, creating a festive atmosphere that filled you with a sense of joy and excitement. However, the endless wave of bright colors made your eyes water. In the front right corner of the store stood a teenager with her caramel eyes glued on her phone, utterly oblivious to her surroundings. The loud music blasting from her earphones made it clear that she was lost in her own world. Not paying heed to her lack of awareness, you made your way to the center of the store.

"Hey, Levi, is this festive enough?" You asked while holding a hanger up to your shoulders. The sweater on the hanger had a multitude of colors and clashing patterns, with green reindeer and snowflakes scattered throughout.

"It looks like you purchased an entire Christmas store and glued it to the sweater. Then, found a unicorn and asked it to hurl sparkles on it. But that still wasn't enough for you, so you wrapped the sweater in green and red tinsel garland," Levi laughed.

"Descriptive," you giggled. "So, what do you think about buying ugly sweaters for everyone?"

"No way that Lucifer, Satan, Asmo, and Barbatos would wear them," Levi responded as he looked through the rack of sweaters closest to him until one caught his attention. The green sweater had an upside-down realistic pizza slice with green tinsel garland wrapped around it and a star on top. "Beel would like this and probably try to eat it."

"Oh, that's perfect of him! Then, why don't we change the theme from ugly sweaters to witty or relatable sweaters?" You smiled, proud of your quick thinking, to which he readily agreed.

The first red and green sweater you found was ideal for Asmo. The main body of the wear was a creative nod to the holiday season, playing with the idea of being on the nice or naughty list. The words "On the Nice List" were printed in large white letters, but 'Nice' was spelled in white sequins with a black background. But with one sweep of your hand, the sequins flipped to the word 'Naughty', reminding you of Asmo's playful nature.

When you showed Levi your choice, he could not stop fiddling with the sequins, fascinated by their ability to change with one touch. As he giddily flipped back and forth between nice and naughty, you found a mustard yellow sweater fitted for Belphagor. In the center was a sloth clad in a vibrant red sweater with a matching Santa hat as it dozed off on a snow-covered branch adorned with Christmas lights. The sloth's arms were intertwined in a position of contentment as the words Merry Slothmas hovered above and below in vermillion. The remainder of the empty place was adorned with deep blue Christmas trees and snowflakes and green ornaments with red swirls.

"(Y/n) look at this. Doesn't he remind you of Lucifer?" Levi laughed, holding a crimson sweater up for you. This dark red sweatshirt was accented with a black rectangular shape, which extended to the sleeves. Within the rectangular shape was a backdrop of vibrant Christmas string lights, adding a pop of color to the mostly dark outfit. In the center, the words "Is this jolly enough?" were written in the shape of a Christmas tree. With his grumpy expression, the Grinch stood beside it with a cup of coffee in his hand, wrapped in string lights, and a red Santa hat on his head.

"Lucifer as the Grinch," you whispered while imagining Lucifer as the grouch in your favorite part of the classic movie. Somehow, the Grinch's expression reminded you of the stern first brother, making you laugh. "It's perfect! I bet this is what he will look like on Christmas morning."

Your next targets were the prince and his butler. You selected a fiery crimson sweatshirt for Diavolo with white pine trees, snowflakes, and candy canes printed on it. In front of the festive designs was a vibrant green frustrated T-Rex with a Santa cap, gazing at gifts that lay beyond his stubby reach. His tiny arms tried to grasp the presents, while "T-Rex Hates Christmas" was painted upon the sweatshirt in striking white. Luckily, a sweatshirt ideal for Barbatos hung beside Diavolo's - even their sweatshirts came in a pair. Compared to the prince's, the butler's wear was far simpler - a ketchup-colored sweatshirt with random festive patterns and words in white that read "I Can Get You On The Naughty List."

As you turned around to place the sweatshirts on your 'selected' pile, you noticed a small opening in the back of the store leading to a smaller room. With a bit of caution, you approached the area and stepped inside, instantly turning crimson-faced at the scene you beheld. Though the room's tone didn't quite fit the wholesome and family-friendly atmosphere of the store, you ventured further in regardless.

One particularly explicit piece caught your attention, and though you were uncomfortable, you couldn't look away. The emerald green sweatshirt had an image of an upwards penis on it, but only the bottom of the shaft and balls were visible. The upper half of the length was missing, indicating the wearer of the sweatshirt was a dick. On cue, Leviathan entered the room and followed your gaze to the sweater. He instantly jumped back and averted his gaze as his face turned a deep shade of scarlet. What had he walked into, and why were you here?

A playful smirk appeared on your lips when you saw his red cheeks. Noticing another risque sweater, you picked up the hanger and held it in front of you. The cloth had a hole near the chest, and out peeked a plastic boob with a carrot nose on the nipple and googly eyes on top.

"Oh, Levi," you mischievously smiled, and the second he glanced in your direction, you gently pressed your hand on the plastic breast and fondled it. The color of Levi's face could have put a tomato to shame, but he managed to pry his eyes from you. Unfortunately for him, his gaze landed on a sweater with the words "Kiss Under the Mistletoe" with a mistletoe hanging near the hip area of the fabric.

The image of him wearing the sweatshirt as you kneeled down in front of him plagued his mind, but he frantically shook his head to stop his mind from imagining anything further. 'Bad Levi. No, no, no. Don't go there.' His poor heart could not take any more teasing, so the demon turned on his heels and hurried back to the family-friendly area. Unknown to him, a devilish grin tugged on your lips.

Trying to distance himself from the heart-failing events that transpired, Levi's eyes darted from one sweater to another, but his breath remained shallow. In his peripheral vision, he spotted a cat and instantly selected the apparel for Satan. The dark green sweater was decorated with white stripes and a mix of red and green snowflakes across the sleeves. In the center was an image of a perpetually grumpy cat sitting in front of a red ornament, wearing a Santa hat. The words "Jingle All The Way To Hell" were inscribed in white above and below the image.

You walked behind Levi and chuckled at the grumpy cat, recalling how Satan looked while fuming earlier in the day. Ignoring Leviathan's quizzical look, as you didn't want to upset Satan but telling Levi his issues, you searched for the perfect sweaters for Mammon and Solomon. Even though the two of you had been in the store for a while, the teen cashier had yet to notice your presence.

The black sweatshirt you selected for Mammon had a rectangle bordered by a frame of vibrant red presents and green snowflakes. Within the frame were three green checkboxes, each with a distinct white typography. The first checkbox read "Nice," the second "Naughty," and the third "Innocent until proven guilty." A red checkmark was placed neatly inside the third checkbox. Contrasting Mammon's sweatshirt was Solomon's bright red sweater that had the words "Permanently On The Naughty List And Loving Every Minute Of It" in bold white letters.

With a sigh of relief, you sat the last sweater on your selected pile and scanned the store to find Levi. Who knew finding the perfect Christmas sweater could be this exhausting? He stood in the game-related Christmas sweaters section in hopes of finding one for him and you. But you beat him to it and handed him a dark blue sweater with colorful crewmates chaotically standing in the center and "Christmas is Among Us" written below them. "How about this one?"

"Then, will you wear this one?" Levi shyly asked as he showed you a pine green sweater with Pikachu happily sitting in the center, a heart above its head, and the words "All I Want For Christmas Is...CHUUU!!!" below and above the adorable Pokemon.

Your face grew warm as a light, rosy flush graced your cheeks. Leaning close to his face, you playfully brought your lips to his ears and whispered, "Let me try this on to make sure it fits."

The moment your warm breath caressed his ear, the air charged with anticipation. Your breath caused goosebumps to erupt on his skin while his pulse quickened at the thought of something more. He could only nod slightly as his eyes followed you to the changing room. But why were you going to the changing room in the dizzying part of the store? Feeling an unexplainable tug, he slowly dragged his feet toward the adult-themed section but kept his eyes on the walls, away from the explicit sweaters. His pants were still slightly tight from your teasing, and he didn't need them to get any tighter.

Every minute he waited for you felt like an eternity and only increased his temptation to peer at the sweaters to his left. Images of you caressing the plastic boob and kneeling in front of him to kiss under the mistletoe flashed before his eyes, but the demon forced himself to keep his thoughts clear. If his mind had an undo or erase button, Levi would have repeatedly slammed it.

"(Y/n), are you done yet?" He quietly asked and knocked on the changing room's door. No response. "(Y/n)? Are you okay?" His nervousness grew as he knocked louder a few more times.

In a panic, the Avatar of Envy flung the door open but froze when he saw you in front of the mirror with a mischievous smile. Though your back was turned to him, Levi saw the words on your sweater in the mirror's reflection: "Joy to the Touch." White gloves were painted over the dark blue fabric over your breasts as if fondling them. Heat surged through his body at the unwanted thoughts snuck into his mind once more.

"What are you waiting for, Levi?" You deliberately spoke in a slow and sultry voice, knowing you had successfully hit the hammer on the nail.

The demon closed the door and wrapped his arms around you from behind, yet he gave no kiss, nor did he whisper sweet nothings; instead, he buried his face in the curve of your neck with a frustrated groan. You suppressed your urge to laugh and took the lead, guiding his hands to your chest over the white gloves on the sweaters.

As he felt the softness of your mounds through the fabric, Levi pressed his heated face deeper into your skin, the feeling enough to send a jolt of passion through your body. His hands slowly released your mounds and slid down inch by inch to sneak beneath your sweater and bra, prompting a soft sigh to escape your parted lips.

"Hmm, Levi. I have waited for this for a long time," you purred.

Though he didn't reply, his trembling hands gently kneaded your supple curves and pinched your perked buds. You leaned back into him and closed your eyes, holding back the moans bubbling in your throat. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Levi hovering over you, his hips bucking against yours as you dug your nails into his flesh. You needed more. You needed him.

"Why don't we go somewhere more private and finish what we started?"

Levi was filled with desire as he saw the way your lips curved into a naughty grin. Your words sent a shiver up his spine, and he let out a lustful moan in response.

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armin-supremacy · 1 year

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trust in me (final)

pairings: asmodeus/beelzebub/belphegor x gn!mc

genre: hurt/comfort

prompt: original prompt here

🫧 part one located here 🫧 part two located here 🫧 part three located here 🫧 bonus chapter located here 🫧

Three more.

Only three more brothers to make amends with. You were so close! Just the thought sent a wave of relief and determination through your body.

With the help of the others, you were sure you'd be able to manage in no more time than you already have.

Right?

You rubbed your eyes as you made your way down the hall towards your room, exhaustion plaguing at your already sluggish figure.

Your room where your bed wait.

Oh, your glorious bed.

Since making up with Satan, you've been spending the last three nights with the Avatar of Wrath helping go through every demonology and pact book, article, and general mythology you could find in search of an answer.

And by the heavens, the mixed information was endless, yet nothing of use.

You were broken from your daze at the sound of soft sobs echoing as you neared your room. You were not expecting to find the fourth born crying at your door.

"Asmodeus?"

His head snapped up, your worry filled voice like music to his ears. Oh how he'd missed your voice. The makeup Asmodeus always put on flawlessly was running down his smooth, pale cheeks. His usually bright eyes were bloodshot and over flowing with hot tears. "MC!"

You hurried over quickly as the demon staggered to his feet. He was in your arms in seconds, clinging to you like a child. Your hands rubbed his back comfortably, the stench of demonus filling your senses.

Asmodeus was drunk.

"Asmo, what's-"

"Oh my MC!" he cut you off quickly. Asmodeus' arms tightend around you, afraid you'd vanish. "I can't take it anymore! I don't care if that horrid dream comes to life. I miss you so much! I cant-"

You gently shushed him, taking his face in your hands with care. With a sad smile, you carefully wiped his tears. "I've missed you too, Asmodeous. Now, let's get you taken care of and to bed. That's more important right now."

Asmodeus bit his lip to stiffle a driven sob before letting you lead him down the hall to his room.

You were still exhausted beyond belief, but you couldn't leave Asmodeous right now. Especially when you're trying to make amends.

After helping Asmodeus to his bed, you made work of his clothes.

Well, some of them.

You helped remove his scarf, jacket, shoes, and whatever jewelry or accessories he adorned himself with for his night out.

He watched you quickly put everything in their rightful place on his vanity and in his closet before you hurried off into the bathroom.

Though drunk, his heart still skipped when you emerged with one of his baskets of skincare he had put together specifically for nights like this, along with a small glass of water.

You remembered.

You set the basket to the side for a moment and held out the glass to him.

"Drink."

And he did. His throat was already feeling better as the cool liquid was swallowed.

By your instruction, he laid down while you set the glass to the side and pulled his vanity chair over next to him. With care, you first used a clip to situate his bangs out of the way, giving you few veiw of his face.

Asmodeus let his eyes flutter at your touch. You skillfully removed the messy makeup, careful not to irritate his skin. You smiled.

"There's our Asmodeus."

He cracked a smile and let out a small guggle at your comment. Asmodeus could already feel himself sobering up.

The two of you fell quiet. You focused on caring for him while Asmodeus gazed upon your face. It was then he noticed the bags forming strongly under your eyes.

He was about to speak up about you not caring for your own skin as he's taught and scolded you before, but then he stopped himself.

You haven't been taking care of yourself? How could he not have noticed? Why-

Oh....

"MC?" You let out a small hum, your eyes quickly meeting his curiously. "I'm sorry..."

Your hands stopped. "Why are you sorry?"

Your tone was soft. So soft Asmodeus thought he was going to start bawling again. His hand reached up to rest on your cheek, his thumb rubbing feather like over the forming bag under your eye.

"For putting you through such distress, darling", he began. "I completely disregarded how you'd be affected all because I was a coward."

You knew immediately what he was talking about.

He admitted it was such ease. Of course, he knew he couldn't deny it even if he wanted to. But you smiled still. "It's alright, Asmodeous."

Your hand came to rest on his for a moment. "We can talk about it and move past it now. As long as we can get to where you trust me again-"

"I do!" his answer was frantic for a moment. IT surpised you. "I trust you with my whole heart, MC. I was...I was just scared.."

"And that's okay. All I ask is you talk to me about these concerns and issues next time. Alright?"

Asmodeus stared at you for a moment. He couldn't even confide in Solomon in such a manner and he'd had a pact with him for centuries now. But you?

It could be...easy.

"Alright..."

You smiled. "Good. Now, lemme finish." you said, gently swatting his hand away.

Asmodeus let out a laugh, but let his body relax. He thought...you really were an angel.

It wasn't long before he had succumbed to sleep in the middle of your care. You finished without fail, cleaning up quietly so you didn't disturb him.

Before you slipped out of his room, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. You couldn't help it.

"Rest well, Asmo."

Speaking of rest, you caught sight of the time. Guess who'd be skipping RAD the following day?

One day wouldn't hurt.

(this is gonna be a beel + belphie. appreciate the art while you're at it.)

It was hazy.

Where were you? You tried to look around..but you couldn't understand. How'd you end up here? And where exactly did you end up?

"Pacts really are a powerful thing..."

You turned quickly at the voice.

Your voice.

The scene in front of you changed, the haze vanishing almost instantaneously.

"Your brothers are such good boys, Luci~"

The malice that dripped from your voice sent fear through your body like heavy waves. What...what's going on?

Is this...are you finally seeing what they saw that night?

"G-Guys?!"

Nothing. You were invisible. It quickly dawned on you. It was like a movie.

And you were going to be forced to watch it.

"I wonder.."

You watched your double make their way back towards the sacred throne. You nearly collapsed as your double glanced back with a sickening smile.

Is this how the boys saw you? Or how your own conscious is warping the dream?

It was awful. Terrifying. Your expression...your face..it wasn't natural. You look straight from a horror film. Your eyes were a pit of black. Your mouth was inhumanity wide, small fangs poking onto your bottom lip.

You looked demonic....sinster.

"Will you be a good boy for me as well, Lucifer?"

No..no you can't watch this any longer. You turned to run, but the scene still play. You turn again. And again. Continously. But the horror still plays before you.

"Make it stop..."

You closed your eyes tightly, bringing your hands up to curl your ears. Yet, that sickening sound still rang past the barrier you tried to make.

"-sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"Please, make it stop!"

You cried. You screamed. To anyone. You just wanted away. You couldn't stand it.

"...C.."

The call was distorted at first, but slowly becoming clear.

"MC!"

You jolted awake, instinctively grabbing the closest thing near you. Sobs shook your body.

What...the hell....is going on?

"It's alright, MC", a voice cooed. "It was just a nightmare...you're safe."

You looked up, the moonlight just barely providing enough light to see who exactly you'd clung to.

"Beelzebub?" Your voice was a whimper. You jumped in surprise as a hand began to rub your lower back in comfort, just below where Beelzebub had his arm wrapped around you. "B-Belphie? What are you guys doing here?"

"We could hear you screaming all the way from our room", Belphegor stated. "We were worried."

"You saw it...didn't you?"

Beelzebub spoke with hesitation. "The nightmare we've all had."

You released your hold on him, looking down at the bedding. "I did.."

You felt Beelzebub tense up, Belphegor removing his hand from your back. You wiped the tears from your eyes.

Though it didn't help.

They just kept flowing. But not in fear now. No...these were sorrow. These were guilt. "This is what you kept to yourselves? Suffered through all alone?"

You looked back and forth between the two They refused to meet your gaze. "Why..why did none of you talk to me? Let me help?"

"There was nothing you could do-"

You cut Belphegor off. "I could've let you go. I can still let you go."

"Let us go?" Beelzebub questioned quickly.

You nodded. Despite the atmosphere, you tried to offer a smile. "It's obvious how affected you've been...how much fear has grown." You began softly.

"I can release you from your pacts if you like. If that makes you feel safer..."

The two stared at you in shock. Then glanced at eacher. And back to you.

"You'd...you'd really release us?" Beelzebub questioned.

"Like right now?" Belphegor added, almost like he didn't believe you.

Your heart sank. They actually wanted out...they didn't feel safe with you anymore.

"If that's what you want."

You could feel the tears welling up again. You didn't want this bond to vanish. You were so incredibly grateful the others remained trusting to you. Were willing to fix what had been cracked.

So why? Why were you so upset?

You knew there was a possibility. You'd spent countless hours preparing yourself since the beginning. They were your friends. Your family. You wanted them to be happy and feel safe.

Even if that wasn't with you.

A gasp fell from your lips when you were suddenly cling to from both brothers. Belphegor had tucked his face in your neck, Beelzebub resting his head atop yours.

"Beel? Belphie?"

"We want to stay with you." Belphegor stated.

"Until genuinely proven...that we cant." Beelzebub finished.

You felt a smile pull at your lips in relief. They were going to continue to out their faith in you. They chose to trust you.

The three of you leaned comfortably against your headboard. Sleep beckoned you again, though Belphegor was going to make sure you all had pleasant dreams.

"I love you guys..."

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i live!!! this took forever imsososorry ya girl has been just bleh and it's alot that I'm not gonna explain because it's not important now

but ily besties thank you for the patience 😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜

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zeke-in-devildom · 5 days

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Dissonance - Chapter 28: Steeped in Intrigue

It was a crisp Devildom afternoon, with a pleasant breeze. The scent of roses hung around the Demon Lord’s Castle garden. There were other flowers subtly interwoven into the perfume that permeated the air around them. On top of the delicate floral smells was the much more pungent smell of coffee. That was the one that Zeke was focused on as he nursed his drink, eyes closed as he let the chatter around him fade into the background.

These tea parties, held regularly for the exchange students, weren’t something he particularly favored. It was just a formality for Lord Diavolo to touch base with the humans and angels studying at RAD. The prince would ask how they were finding the exchange, reassure them that he would address any concerns, and then they would delve into small talk or gossip. Zeke had been a little more eager to attend this particular tea party, if only to escape the House of Lamentation for a little while.

Lucifer had not allowed him to leave the house or return to RAD since he fell ill with magic sickness three weeks ago. The first week was understandable, he had been practically bedridden for seven straight days, with symptoms that mimicked the human world flu. With a few strange quirks. There was the typical fatigue, body aches, fever, chills, splitting headaches, but also random discharges of magical energy. Zeke was pretty sure not a single one of the brothers escaped being shocked at least once because of his uncontrollable outbursts. Sometimes little dancing balls of colorful lights would start floating around his room, emitting soft melodies that he thought were lullabies from the human realm, other times objects would suddenly fly across the room or simply be knocked off of their shelves. One time it even briefly snowed inside his room.

However he had woken up on the eighth day and felt completely refreshed. Every symptom had simply vanished. There was no gradual recovery. One day he was sick and the next it was as if he’d never been sick in the first place. That had not been enough for Lucifer to allow him to return to class, though. The Avatar of Pride had refused his requests to return to RAD, claiming that he needed to rest more, that they couldn’t be certain he was truly recovered just yet.

That would have been more frustrating if not for Satan. He could always rely on the fourth born. Thanks to Satan he had been able to keep up with all of his classes despite Lucifer’s attempts to force him to rest. He had started off behind everyone else because of his lack of magical education or background. If he couldn’t keep up with his classes he would just fall further and further behind. That was not acceptable. He had to learn as much as he could while he still could if he wanted any chance to counteract what he had seen in his visions.

Those damnable visions were another point of endless frustration. They had stopped completely after that night. Maybe it should have come as a relief, given how badly the last one had wounded him, but it only set him on edge. Prior to that night the visions had been ramping up and becoming more frequent, an inexplicable sudden halt to them was worrisome. Zeke needed to understand exactly why these things were happening. It was the only way to regain any semblance of control.

Why did Satan seem to be the only one that understood his need to learn as much as possible? It wasn’t as if the Avatar of Wrath wasn’t just as worried about him as the rest of the brothers. Satan doted on him as much as anyone, arguably more than anyone, but his care was more supportive and less smothering. He listened to what Zeke actually wanted and needed, not just what he thought was best. Instead of getting in his way, his most beloved demon had stayed by his side and helped him catch up with schoolwork. Satan had helped him find books relating to psychics, premonitions, and prophecies for him to self-study in an effort to better understand his own power.

There was a frustratingly small amount of material to be found on those subjects, but at least Satan had tried. He didn’t try to distract him from his goals with self-care routines, with unnecessary shopping trips, with endless naps, with food, with games, or anime even after he expressed what he wanted to do was research. The other brothers meant well, but they didn’t listen to him, they didn’t understand why he was starting to resist their attempts to dote and fuss over him in favor of books.

Zeke sighed and set down his mug as he opened his eyes again to glance around at those seated at the immaculately presented table. Simeon, Luke, and Lord Diavolo were talking animatedly about Celestial desserts that should be served at an upcoming event for the exchange students. Solomon was sipping tea beside him, also silently watching the angels with the prince. He hadn’t spoken much with his mentor since first waking up after the near deadly vision. Lucifer had been rather adamant about not allowing unnecessary visitors bother him while he was recuperating. He probably thought that Solomon might try to sneakily teach him magic before the firstborn deemed him healthy enough for such lessons to resume.

To be fair, that wasn’t a wholly unfounded concern. Zeke had messaged Solomon frequently over the last two weeks with numerous questions regarding various magical theories and seeking book recommendations. Between humanity’s greatest sorcerer and the Avatar of Wrath, well, there had to be something they could find that would help him. He still hadn’t told them about the visions. Now that they had stopped it seemed even more pointless.

“You know, I found out a very interesting piece of information recently.” It was the first time Solomon had spoken to him since the initial pleasantries as they all sat down. Everyone seemed to have decided to leave Zeke be for the most part, as he was still not considered to be fully recovered.

“Oh yeah? You interesting or me interesting, because those are very different things.” He liked Solomon well enough, but the sorcerer had spent millennia doing magical research on all kinds of different subjects, and while that was all very fascinating, Zeke was working with a limited time frame and had to focus on information that was relevant and tangible to his current predicament. If he had the luxury of time he’d probably love to indulge in the many whims of his mentor, but unfortunately the clock was ticking, and fast.

“I’ll leave that up for you to decide,” Solomon smiled conspiratorially as he lowered his voice to a hushed whisper, “but as I understand it, Barbatos also suffered a minor episode of magic sickness. Of course he was fine within a day, being as old and powerful as he is, but in all the time I’ve known him, this is the first time I’ve heard of him coming down with it. Quite the coincidence, don’t you think?” Zeke felt his entire body go rigid as he stiffly turned his head to look at the butler who was still calmly standing off to the side, waiting until Lord Diavolo or one of the guests needed served again. If Barbatos had heard Solomon it didn’t show, but that was hardly reassurance. The demon was even better at concealing his emotions and reactions than Lucifer.

“Well you were right, that’s very interesting.” It couldn’t possibly be a coincidence that Barbatos had gotten sick at the exact same time as him, with the same illness. Zeke didn’t believe in coincidences that convenient. At the same time, he wasn’t sure what it could mean. In all his future visions Barbatos had been present, but in the last one he had not seen the butler at all. Then again, that vision had been different from most of the others. He hadn’t been looking through his own eyes, but as a spectator. Did that make a difference?

There were far too many unanswered questions, and not nearly enough documentation on his problem. Even the meager writings he could find detailing psychics seemed wildly inconclusive and diverse. All psychics seemed to share similarities, but also were vastly unique at the same time. It was obvious that Barbatos had some connection, because he was experiencing the same visions of the future. By now it was clear that the demon had no intentions of offering assistance, but he felt that asking for help was his only choice.

Zeke just wasn’t sure that the demon would help even if he begged.

“Well I thought it worth mentioning.” Solomon perked back up, voice returning to a normal volume. “Anyway, do you have any idea when this ridiculous house arrest is going to end? You’re more than well enough to start training again. I would even argue that your training is more important than ever if you’re at risk of magic sickness.”

“Solomon is quite right. I understand Lucifer’s concern, but I really think it is time you return to RAD. I’ll have a talk with Lucifer, please expect to return to classes at the start of next week.” Apparently they had gotten Lord Diavolo’s attention.

“Thank you, Lord Diavolo. I’m looking forward to returning to my studies.” Studying on his own with Satan’s help at the House of Lamentation was all well and good, but he needed more. He especially wanted his lessons with Solomon to resume, since he needed the basic foundation of control that the sorcerer was trying to impart on him.

“I’m glad you are so enthusiastic about your classes. This program faced so much opposition and scrutiny, but your dedication to your studies makes me feel like the program is already a success. All the other exchange students too, of course, but you were always the one we needed most to make this work and prove the value of fostering peace. Your close relationship with the brothers has started to show others of note that it is truly possible for us to achieve my goal of three realms united.” Lord Diavolo’s excitement was palpable.

“I’m glad that I could exceed expectations.” He chose his words carefully. The goal of achieving peace between the three realms was admirable, truly it was, but he hated feeling like a piece on a chessboard. Also, Barbatos had seen each and every premonition of death that Zeke had except for the last one, and if Barbatos knew, then surely Lord Diavolo did as well. It was obvious they viewed him as disposable once he had finished his role here.

Why not? He was only human, after all.

Except he was not sure why Lord Diavolo would say that he was the most important of the exchange students. The prince never lied. Zeke had been told as much, but more importantly, he had never once sensed an outright lie from the ruler of demons, plenty of deceit, but never a direct lie. That suggested that Lord Diavolo truly did consider him the most important exchange student.

But why?

Surely the angels would be more important, given the history of wars between angels and demons. Winning them over should be the most challenging and most profound, right? Setting the angels aside, why wouldn’t it be Solomon? Zeke had learned a lot about his mentor, including that the Witty Sorcerer fancied himself humanity’s protector and had engaged in a seven day, one-man war with the Devildom that he did not lose. Surely humanity’s greatest sorcerer of all time was more important than him?

Objectively he should be the least important exchange student.

The fact that he made pacts with all seven brothers might be a factor to elevate his importance, but Lord Diavolo had said he had always been the most important, implying that his value was considered extremely high, even before the pacts. His relationships with the brothers couldn’t be counted for the same reason.

These thoughts turned over in his mind as the afternoon continued. It was probably unspeakably rude to not be giving the gathering his undivided attention, but nobody complained. He must have managed to give passable answers and nod his head at the appropriate moments to limp through the rest of the conversation. It was a great relief when they were finally dismissed, Lord Diavolo was a terribly busy demon after all, he could only spare so much time to speak with even his exchange students.

Both Solomon and Simeon offered to walk him back to the House of Lamentation, but Zeke waved them off. Lucifer had insisted on walking him to the castle and would probably also be picking him up. The eldest was being unreasonable, probably worried that any of the others might try to sneak away with him. Which, to be fair, was probably a reasonable concern.

The other reason was he wanted to speak with Barbatos alone. While the butler dutifully walked him to the front door was the best opportunity. He was surprised when it was the butler that spoke up first as they walked.

“Let me answer your most pressing question first - yes, I was present, briefly, in your last vision. I did not get to witness it in its entirety. Your next question, yes, Solomon was correct. I did suffer a consequence for meddling. Lastly, yes, the visions have stopped, and I do not know if they will resume, but I will not be looking into your future any further for the time being. It seems pointless to do so. You will clearly die no matter what action we take, the manner of your death seems trivial by comparison.” Barbatos didn’t so much as glance at him the entire time he spoke.

“I suppose the death of one human would be trivial to you.” It was said bitterly, but without real bite. Zeke already knew that his life was nothing next to immortal beings like demons or angels.

“Do not think that the young Master or I are so callous as to not care. My lord is quite beside himself over it, but you must understand that to interfere in your future would bring the Celestial realm and Devildom into conflict. We cannot directly meddle with the lifespan of mortals. It is simply forbidden. We can tempt humans, can consume those that fall prey to our machinations, but we cannot just alter your destiny on a whim. To do so would be to invite war and destroy all that we have worked tirelessly to accomplish. Do you understand why we cannot help you? I am sorry, but it is simply not possible for me to give you the answers you seek.” Understanding washed over him.

“You want me to keep the visions to myself because if the brothers knew they might try to interfere and that would put them in danger.” Zeke had already decided that he wasn’t going to tell them because he didn’t want to worry them needlessly. Now he knew it was also for their protection.

“You’re very intelligent, for a human.” Barbatos paused, finally turning to look at him for the first time and the stoic facade slipped into what seemed like genuine sympathy and remorse. “Actually, that was unnecessary. You are very clever, Mr. Pendergast. You would be an invaluable asset to my lord, and an enormous comfort to the brothers. I do regret my inability to help you.”

“I get it.” Zeke let out a deep sigh. He really did. All the frustration and anger at the butler started to melt away slowly. While he still felt immeasurable frustration with his situation, he couldn’t really blame Barbatos for not helping. One human wasn’t more important than Lord Diavolo’s goals.

“I am glad you understand, and for what it is worth, I truly wish you the best of luck, Mr. Pendergast. Please make the most of the time you have left.” They had reached the front doors of the castle, the butler opened it for him and bowed respectfully.

Zeke was surprised to step outside and realize that Satan was the one waiting. He thought for sure it would be Lucifer. Another surprise was that the blond demon was blushing and holding a bouquet of purple roses. He also seemed to be slightly dressed up; he could guess that Asmo helped, because the Avatar of Wrath was not exactly known for his fashion sense.

“What’s all this?” It was surprisingly easy to smile, considering the rather heavy and foreboding conversation he’d just had with Barbatos. Satan seemed to have that effect on him.

“Well it occurred to me that I have yet to take you on a proper first date, what with Lucifer being unreasonable in your confinement since our confession. With that in mind, I humbly request your company for dinner and the theater this evening.” How adorably formal, and romantic.

Well, he supposed Barbatos was right. He should make the most of the life that he did have, regardless of how long or short it may be.

“I’d love to.” Zeke smiled as he stepped down to accept his flowers and take the hand of the demon he had come to love. Tomorrow he could go back to worrying about the future, for tonight he would simply enjoy and appreciate the impossible love he’d been granted from Satan.

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