#Samael X Reader

[imagine-darksiders]

Saw this and immediately thought of Samael

[functionaldisaster]

The dragon and his treasure

I was very much going to colour this, but then I realized I have no idea how to keep the human character neutral.

Very much inspired by "Human Influence" written by @imagine-darksiders

[thequietkid-moonie]

I don't know if it counts for the pride event but what do you think about a genderfluid reader with the abraamic crew (Lucifer, Azazel, Samael, Beelzebub and Lilith), they could be a minor god who would casually shapeshift to try matching how they are flowing (which would probably cause some confusion among them, but i bet Lucifer atleast would be that clueless but supportive friend anyway)

Genderfluid shapeshifter god!reader

[ PLATONIC HEADCANONS ] [ Lucifer, Azazel, Samael, Beelzebub, Lilith ]

[ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]

× In case someone doesn't know genderfluid is when a person identify as two or more gender and that person change of gender for how they feel to the one that suits them better in that moment (it depends on the person with what genders they identify and for how long)

of course it counts!! Dear anon the genderfluid is part of the lgbtq and I love it so of course it counts!! I also said that this event will be the only time i recive request with an specific gender

I guess we are talking in a wonderful AU where non of them are dead and all of them are friends, right?

Anon please be aware that i don't know much about the myth of them, I just go based on what we saw in the manga

Is more likely that you start being friends with all oth them for Lucifer, he is always so friendly and never lose the oportunity to make new friend, also he is pretty stubborn when it comes to make new friends, when someone catches his interest he won't stop insisting until that person give him at least the opportunity to show how great friends could be

Your hability to shapeshift is something that amazed Lucifer and Azazel the most, Lucifer find it incredibly cool and Azazel is really intriged in how it works (he probably already know a lot about shapeshifters and had told a lot of facts already about it)

Whenever you change your appearance their reaction will be diferent for everyone, Lucifer isn't easy to get tricked when you change, somehow he always know, not right away but he will identify you even when your appearance is diferent (and once he does he make little jokes about it, like saying that even if you disguise yourself you won't be able to get away from them), Lilith is other one that isn't easy to be tricked, she knows that is you after interacting a little but she just laugh at it and compliments your hability, Azazel tries to say that he already knew it was you but he obviously was tricked, Samael and Beelzebub are the ones who can't reconize you, but while Samael is dumbfounded when finding out is you, Beelzebub is more irritated, he normally doesn't put attention to others and it take him a while to trust you so you changing your appearance makes him a little nervous

Your constant change on your appearance can be seen as some kind of joke for a while, but the fact that you keep that appearance for a while and then change it after some time doesn't go unoticed, normally they don't ask much about the topic, maybe just Azazel or Samael but you can easily come up with an excuse of why you do this

Beelzebub and Lilith will be the ones who notice the little patron on your changes, it isn't like you transform to look like someone else because even when you change is still you, you change to look more femenine, masculine or even more neutral, or how you normally change and keep the appearance for some time, they will talk about it between them and even try to talk about it with your other goofy friends too, is something curious nonetheless but they don't want to make a big deal over it (at least not yet, they don't want to invide your privacy)

At the end is Lilith who ask you about it (even in private) since between all your friends she is the one more likely to have a serious and personal talk (maybe Beelzebub and Lucifer too but Beelzebub could be a little awkward and don't know how to react or continue the conversation and Lucifer will start being the goofy men he is and don't get into the point)

After you explain to Lilith that you are actually genderfluid she will offer you to help you explain this to the others with a smile, it doesn't take her much time to understand how you feel and she is completely supportive over it, is just the way you are, as well the others will be really supportive over it, Lucifer tells you that even if your gender and appearance changes is still you, to what Samael agree and that is why they doesn't mind it much (even when he is easily tricked by your changes), Azazel tries to reasure you by saying that it is pretty common for gods to desguise as the oposite gender or even other races and you feeling identify by more than one is completely alright, Beelzebub find it kinda weird at first but he accept you nonetheless (he feels that it would be bad from his part if he doesn't accept you just the way you are when you have done that for him)

After this Lucifer, Azazel and Samael gives you a lot of compliments every time you change and Beelzebub always calls them out for this since he feels like they are exaggerating while Lilith just laugh at them

If you ever feel some kind of dysphoria Lilith and Lucifer will be the ones who take a moment to be more serious and help you with that

[moodymisty]

Headcanins for Samael's lover being attacked one night? Thankfully Sam is close by when it happens and can react fast, but still.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3]

Author's Note: Gods help the person who decides to attack the lover of who is effectively a prince of hell... I hope these HCs (and a little tiny drabble at the end) are acceptable, anon :3

Relationships: Samael/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, Canon typical violence, Minor injury, Is fluff including a demon still called fluff? lol

Samael had been aware for quite awhile that you could be used as a potential point of weakness for him, had any demon with the gusto and power wished to irritate, or even attempt to overtake him.

The main denominator that kept them at bay however, was simply that there wasn't many demons out there that could even consider trying to do such a thing, unless they had a death wish. They might accomplish more by simply throwing themselves at him with a rusty sword.

Though perhaps that borderline cockiness is what makes Samael all the more surprised when one does. He wouldn’t say he underestimated his fellow demons of hell, but more so not expecting such a blatantly suicidal act.

He doesn't tolerate when people steal from him.

Normally, this would've served little more than to annoy him; Had they not decided to use you as bait.

When Samael caught sight of you with your wrinkled, torn clothes- bruises and cuts marring your skin, he heard blood pump in his ears.

If only past him could look at him now; So up in arms over a tiny little human. He's willing to kill and maim, for a member of a species he once scoffed at.

For the moment he doesn't necessarily care if you see him like this, all roars and sharp claws.

You, rightfully so, are skiddish for a good while afterwards. Samael uses it as an excuse to unleash a part of him that has always been exceedingly overprotective, but he’s held back. You rarely leave his wingspan. He's always been been irritated whenever you return to your realm and out of his sight, and this only serves to compound those complaints.

This is also the time you learn that demons, or at the very least Samael, do this weird sort of- you'd call it nesting, but it isn't exactly that. But it's oddly similar.

All your things are in one room that you rarely leave, and Samael is content to keep you all bundled up. Figuratively, though with the amount of silks it could be somewhat taken literal as well.

Long after any sort of minor injuries as healed Samael still hovers, and you actually have to try and push back a bit in order to get some breathing room.

You try to do so gently, as much as you enjoy him being so, overtly affectionate in his own odd way, you'd like if you didn't have a massive demon attached to you 24/7.

And you mean attached. He likes to play with your hair, his massive clawed fingers toying with it while you are almost totally obscured by his wingspan.

He seems almost, disappointed however when you want to move away a tad. You feel a little bad and let him hold onto you tightly for just a bit longer.

It maybe be a bit out of character for him, but you can't say it's bad, that's for sure.

"Samael," You groan, attempting to reach for the edge of the bed. Your fingers just can't reach, unable to get purchase and slipping away when you're pulled deeper into the demon's warm grip.

"Let me go, I need to get up."

You don't know what the sound is actually called, but it's this odd mix between a rumble and a purr, that Samael lets out when his chin brushes against your head.

"Last I checked, you have no where you need to leave to." His wings stretch outward for a moment, rolling his shoulders before they return to folding close to his body. As much as you might've enjoyed it at first, your skin is boiling; Samael radiates so much heat it's almost stifling. It doesn't help that his general disposition right now is stifling as well.

You feel his one finger brush over a healing cut against your cheek. He's quite gentle considering everything, even when your cheek shifts as you purse your lips.

"Samael, I am fine. That was days ago. Can I please at least get some fresh air?"

You can hear a grumble in his throat, far less pleased than whatever sound he'd made earlier. But you're looking up at him pleading, trying to wiggle away to get just a smidge of breathing room. He begrudgingly lets you sit upright, loosening his grip. You repay him by cupping his massive face in your hands and giving him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm fine, promise. I wouldn't lie if I wasn't." You wouldn't be able to lie to him, but he finds a pleasantry in your uniquely human honesty.

"You are remarkably persuasive," He jokes, loosening his grip more. You shift just far enough away to stretch your arms upward and yawn.

"What a compliment, coming from you~"

[oven-thermometer]

Remember your sfw ABC's? You did one for War and Strife from what I remember. Could you do one for Samael? Just curious, would like to know what you come up with.

a/n: i havent written in a good long while and have never written for samael properly before lmao - got a bit short at the end bc I did this all in one day

w/c: 3kish

warnings: fluff, little bit of angst, possessive behavior, stalking?, not beta’d

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Samael’s love language is definitely gift giving, with quality time coming in at a close second. He will spoil you with the finest gifts from every realm he can sink his claws into. With certain things he’s given you, you’re not quite sure of the origin and you’re not sure you want to know. Expect lots of little trinkets and huge presents based on every bit and bob or magical relic – if it’s rare and beautiful you’re gonna get it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The one reason he’d call someone a ‘friend’ or even an ‘ally’, they’d have to be useful. Either they have something he wants, needs them for connections or they are a powerful force he could use to his own advantage. That is how he would probably ever try to win you anyone over with friendship. He would try to make you swoon with gifts and worm his way into your close inner circle of friends. Further into your actual friendship with him, will he realise that he might actually enjoy having you around.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I know I said his main love languages are gifts and quality time, but why can’t those be given in the form of a few hours of cuddling? It’s an honour he even lets you this close to him, so his hugs and late night cuddles should be enough of a gift as well! In all seriousness, he loves being close with you. Even if he is a titan compared to you, he’ll tuck you between his huge, warm hands and hold you close to his face or chest. Whenever he shifts in his sleep you’re also completely at the mercy of wherever his hands fling you, sorry. And if you think about getting up or trying to pry yourself out of his death grip, you’re sorely mistaken – he will not let you go.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He has servants to do literally everything for him, so why would he ever feel the need to prepare a meal or even clean his demonic castle? Has never had to do anything traditionally ‘domestic’ in his long life and probably never will. If you find cooking and cleaning cathartic, then he likely won’t stop you – he’ll just stare on while you prepare him traditional human dishes or clean a small portion of the castle. He might not understand why domestic things are fun to you, but he likes watching you do them, it brings him peace. In terms of settling down, that probably also wouldn’t ever happen. For now he solely focused on growing his empire and ensuring both of your futures.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Would literally throw you out of his kingdom and wouldn’t ever acknowledge you again lol. I’d like to say he’d be nice about it and all – but he would not. If you’ve served your purpose or made him bored he would boot you out with little to no remorse. If you ever try to contact or find him again, he’d feel basically nothing and cut you off. He has things to do and if you get in the way too much that is your fault – not his.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Demons have no form of marriage or solid commitment so the idea would be entirely foreign to him – not that he wouldn’t be interested. As you explain what marriage is and how it’s usually perceived to be this ‘final destination’ of a relationship, he’s even more keen to learn about it. In Samael’s mind, marrying is just another symbol to display his devotion to you – it’s a status symbol of affection to him. Marriage isn’t something he wants to get done immediately but he wants you two to be tied to each other indefinitely – and if marrying you means he gets to keep you for eternity he will see to it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Not at all. He won’t intentionally physically hurt you, but sometimes accidents happen – he’ll forget your stature and pick you up too enthusiastically, or even set you down too harshly. He’ll reprimand himself silently if you make him aware of how hurt you are, and make it up to you with a mountain of enchanting gifts because this man is incapable of apologising with words. Emotionally, he is also pretty rough. Samael doesn’t mind poking fun at you and teasing you in every conversation you two have – but please, be his guest and return the favour. When you return his banter and give him just as much sass as he gives you he will be ecstatic. He loves your playful arguments – they’re so fun to him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

In front of others or outside of cuddling while sleeping, he doesn’t really like hugs. Sure, he’ll pick you up and put you on his shoulder to carry you around as he goes about his day, but in front of his soldiers or allies that is as much as you’re getting. He’s very open with other people about your relationship but he’ll never show it publicly. In private though, he loves having your tiny hands cling to him while he’s working. Overseeing battle plans? You’re sitting on the desk fiddling with his hands to annoy him. Lazing around the throne room? He has you right there next him hugging to his arm.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Do demons know what love is? I think they understand the concept and why it’s needed to further a race or to keep romantic relationships intact – although out of that they don’t see a use for it. Samael was the same for the large majority of his life. He’d had relationships and many partners before you, but they were all to gain something or were purely instinctual on his part. Although with you, something feels different. Every now and again he gets this odd, aching in his chest when you are absent. When you are near him, he feels at ease and, warm? Strange, he lives in a castle flowing with lava and radiates pure heat himself like a forge, but it is a different kind of warmth. Perhaps he is cursed – but nonetheless he feels the need to bring it up to you, how damn perplexing.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Samael is extremely possessive and jealous. It comes with the territory of dating a demon unfortunately, that’s what you should’ve expected. He already only lets a select few into his castle, and that number drastically decreased once you entered the scene. He respects you but to him you are still a fragile mortal that can be taken from him at any moment. Only the most trusted soldiers in his army or allies are allowed near you, and are very seldom even allowed to be left alone with you. He will do anything to protect you, he will see to it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Technically, with the size difference you two have, it’s always quite an odd scene when you two share a kiss. You can easily kiss his cheek or give him a peck on the lips – even if he’s massive compared to you. Although when he feels like returning your affection he has some troubles. Kissing you directly is slightly awkward so a lot of the times he settles for gently kissing your hand or nuzzling his cheek against you! The latter happens very rarely though, Samael has to be feeling especially loving for that to happen.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Very indifferent to them. Doesn’t mind them as long as they don’t interrupt his work but if they start getting too close to him and spewing those incessantly annoying screams he will either banish them or leave without a word. If you have a child, little sibling or a small spawn you take care of – he will try his best to behave. He will greet them but stay clear of their path. Samael sees all children as annoying and inconsequential. He understands their role in the ‘natural order’ and that you were both children, although that doesn’t make their presence any less irritating. If any child ever manages to somehow reach him he will likely ignore their cries for attention. Basically he doesn’t care for them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Time passes in odd way his Samael’s realm – and odd mixture of night and day that never seems to end. You yourself have never seen much of anything that resembles weather, clouds, or even a sun or moon or stars. The sky is simply eternally glowing with a firey hue, and this seems to be sufficient in lighting the world for it’s inhabitants. And although Samael rarely needs to sleep himself, he indulges your body’s routine of needing sleep every few hours. When you wake, you can often find Samael either looking out of the window over his kingdom, or at you. He gently carries you to his desk and begins on his important work that he missed. You often fall back asleep during this morning routine, not that he minds.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Similarly, he sits you down and attempts to be near you during your night routine, with a few snarky comments and impatient groans. As you finish what you for some reason deem important to do before falling asleep, he scoops you up and holds you in his impressive palm. All protests from you fall on deaf ears as he sits down and gets comfortable, waiting for you to do the same. Samael often reprimands you for complaining during this, “You are the one who wanted to sleep. So sleep, human.” Left with little to no room for argument, you have no choice but to settle down – but after a while his naturally warm skin and constant deep rumbles lull you to sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

In a new relationship, he reveals very little. While courting you he tells you the bare minimum about himself and his plans – simply in fear of you turning on him and using it all against him. Over time though, Samael will learn to trust your words of promise to never betray him. Lifetimes lived being a ruler over powerful demons has trained him to set his secrets and his heart around a stone shield. But eventually he will start revealing small aspects of something resembling a personality beyond arrogance and evil.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Do I even nee to answer this? His patience is as brittle as a frozen sheen of water on a lake. The wrong misstep from anyone causes fits of rage. As many times as you’ve walked in on him throwing gigantic pieces of furniture around rooms or heard roars of anger at his subordinates from across the castle, he always returns his composure as soon as you are within his sights. He has snapped at you before, but never to the extent you’ve seen him go off at others. With you he will simply leave the room or huff and stay silent for days – that is the extent of his anger towards you for anything. Otherwise, he will keep his composure in front of you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Will only ask you questions about yourself further into the relationship. At first, his interest was surface level – but soon he felt compelled to know what you thought of everything and just what made you tick. Will use this to his advantage when ordering his scouts to find you gifts and WILL gloat about it too. Boasts about what a good gift-giver he his and how attentive he is. The worst part is you can’t even argue with him about it. Ever present he graces you with is always given a the right time with the correct perception. Honestly you’re getting suspicious that he’s reading your mind sometimes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It seem shallow, but he doesn’t care in the slightest. Samael’s favourite moment with you that he thinks of often when you two are apart, is when you two first laid eyes on each other. Rather, it was when he first laid eyes on you because he saw you coming from a world away and will never forget the sight laid before him. Your gorgeous face instantly drew him in, with your soothing voice intriguing him. From that day on he swore he would do anything to have you, the fact that your personality below all that only added to his growing affection for you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

It’s a mixture of pure instincts to protect you and a general state of pettiness. He loves your entire being and knows that any creature would surely do anything to have you – thus he genuinely believes he is simply keeping you safe by his side. He always goes with you everywhere and if he can’t go, he has someone he trusts accompany you. A lot of the time this can feel suffocating so he lets you go on your own when you need your space – or so you think. He may or may not have given you a piece of jewellery to wear that he can keep an eye on you with…

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

We’ve discussed gifts, but dates and anniversaries are another conversation. You would never guess that all of those hours he spends pouring himself over his carved stone desk and ancient scrolls, he is occasionally planning special outings for you two. Whether it’s a trip to a realm you’ve always admired or a special dish he needs to kidnap a human chef to make, he doesn’t care. That unmistakeable glint of appreciation in your eye and endless ‘thank you’s always get to him. Again, not that you’d know it, as he simply scoffs and turns away.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Samael does respect that you are a person with your own mind, and lets you speak your mind and express your opinions. Although, many times his possessive nature can rub you the wrong way. It can feel suffocating at times. Whenever you also try to bring it up to him, he simply brushes you off and blames it on your poor mortal mind not being able to wrap around the necessity of keeping you safe and away from those that might harm you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not much at all. The strong horns decorating his face and deep scars gashed into his rough skin are only markers for his lineage and victories he displays proudly. He would be idiotic to be ashamed of his war trophies. Although, sometimes he simply can’t help but feel slightly self-conscious for his metal side. Yes, scars can be maps of battles won, but his metal side only serves to remind him of a bitter defeat. It is the one part of his appearance that Samael can’t stand to loo at sometimes.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

His life certainly would be…different. The halls of his castle wouldn’t be filled with your enchanting voice or your amusing laughter. The banter that makes him feel at ease would be absent. His kingdom might not run very differently if you weren’t present – he would still be a demon lord after all. But Samael cannot help but feel slightly lonely even at the thought of never being able to feel you lay against his head as you sit on his shoulder or fall asleep without a care between his hands clutched to his chest. Yes, he ponders, he does think he prefers you around.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

If you ever get him a gift, even if it is something he probably already has stored away , he will cherish it and set it among his most prized possessions – not including you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone tame and quiet. He enjoys being challenged every day – whether if it’s by your wit or your pure drive to annoy him. It amuses Samael that this little creature can stand up to the likes of him, and is so is often impressed whenever you do. Humans who cower at the sight of him bore him and he’ll let them know it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Obviously doesn’t sleep that often, but when he does drift away while holding you against him, you can hear the slightest mumbles falling from his mouth in his sleep. The occasional snore or grunt will also be mixed in – although more often than not you find yourself lying awake, watching the rise and fall of his large chest and listening to the utterly adorable mutterings of nonsensical words or phrases he lets slip out from his dreams. Until now, your favourite is still: “angels are just like moths…” small chuckle “stupid moth people…”

[luxthestrange]

WHB Memes#3

Found Siblings Au With Mc and Laemas be like-

Gehenna demons*Seeing the now local human and fallen angel take turns posing on rude graffiti on angels*...

[rippersz]

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(Rebel Angel who somehow doesn’t know who Lucifer is)

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It seemed that the Almighty had reached his limit. His breaking point. His last straw. You exhausted him- worried him- pushed him too far and he had had enough. Too many broken rules. Too many annoyances. Too many thises and thatses and one or the other. So many complaints… so many arguments… so many accounts of general public disruption…

God never allowed insolence. God never allowed anything less than perfection.

And you were terribly flawed.

That was the reason- surely- as to why you found yourself waking up on a dark cold marble floor instead of in the cool holy waters of your ivory bath.

The wings at your back ached and something in your chest was bruised, swiftly gathering atoms of divinity to weave the pain away. Too, your hands were red when you turned them over - stinging with the remnants of a hard fall. And your knees were skinned; epidermis peeled back and raw. It looked as though you’d been brought to the pearly gates and pushed off of the silver city’s edge. It felt like you’d been brought to the pearly gates and pushed off of the silver city’s edge.

“Stuck up- bastards-,” you grunted, pulling yourself up onto your hands and knees.

The fucking lot of them - every other single fucking angel up there in those clouds… they were morons. Idiots. None of them knew how to have a good time. None of them knew how to have fun. There were no parties in Heaven. There were no parties in paradise. There was no difficulty in Nirvana. And you loathed that. Hated that. For years you sat on your ass, from childhood to adulthood, watching with wide bright eyes as the world went on around you. Your parents made you the way you were, keeping you sheltered and happy and strong while the other little angels played outside and were born with glowing lights around their bodies. They learned all sorts of things out there - mingling in the ‘real world’ - watching as guardians.

But your human died one day after being born - and you had no one to guard. And God sort of looked at you after that and thought ‘Meh. Do what you want with her.’ and that was the end of it. From that point on you were just- there. A distraction for the others. A nuisance for most. A good time for few. But it seemed God decided you’d fucked around for the last time - and he cast you to-

…well. You weren’t exactly sure where you were.

Unlike Eden, the place you were in was dark. Desolate. Lit with something… unsettling. The air smelled of sulfur and burn - and you swore you could see ash float about in the nonexistent wind. There were no clouds either, and no subliminal gentle hum that typically played on a loop within the city - meant to carry the angels and souls through their hours. Inspiring joy. Happiness. Obedience. The tune was bloody annoying was what it was - you’d always held some type of disdain for it. But there, surrounded by a very sudden eerie quiet, you wished you could hear the choir singing again. It would, perhaps, only slightly lessen the sudden feeling of being entirely out of place. The metal bowls of flame fixed between long marble columns… the strange fire-pit you faced upon standing on your feet and shakily turning around… the- oh… the color of the sky… no such phenomenons existed in Heaven. Flames were rarely seen. And the sky was never- well you would have remembered if it were ever red. Or a weird mix of fiery orange and black. Or even grey. But it wasn’t. You knew it wasn’t. There were no silver pathways leading from this place to the other; and there was no distinct shine to the universe itself. No… divinity. No divinity at all.

So where in the Lord’s name were you?

“How peculiar…” a voice purred, “…an Angel? In my realm?… It appears you have fallen quite a long way.”

You turned, body tensing with discomfort. You didn’t know anyone else would be present. You hadn’t even heard them come in. Yet when you looked around, searching and curious, having to do a complete 360, you found there was someone present.

Something present.

The fire in the great pit that separated you had grown into an inferno. You could barely make out the creature’s face through the heated disruption. The blonde curls, you saw. The way they fell just so across a pale forehead. And the wings… by God, the wings. You were drawn to them almost instantly. A set far different from your own, laying poised behind the thing’s strong back. Dark, you noticed. And sharp. Leathery? Yes - definitely. Nearly… bat-like… and powerful, without a doubt. You squinted, trying to see through the flames, but it was to no use. The stranger was tall but drowned in shadow. Hidden, almost - even though you could see the midnight color of their silk robe.

How intriguing… You blinked, wondering if there was a chance that you were possibly hallucinating (and ignoring the fact that angels couldn’t hallucinate), but you weren’t. It was real. And it was silent. And you were staring.

“Who are you?” The volume of your tone made you wince. In Heaven, everyone had to raise their voices over the soft din of the choir, eventually giving them the natural disposition of talking loudly. But in the silence of that strange land, it sounded like the ‘gunshot’ some humans described when first stepping into the silver city. Noisy, booming, and honestly embarrassing.

Though the creature didn’t seem to mind. In fact, they didn’t seem to care. Not at all. Instead, you noticed the slightest shift in the robe’s sleeve and could just barely make out the velvet outline of long fingers floating delicately through the ashen air before the fire in front of you- the fire separating you- the only thing keeping you strangers and safe- disappeared. Went out. Settled into heated coals and sizzling sounds. And thus, revealed the monster.

The very… very… very… very attractive monster. The handsomest of monsters. The most beautiful monster. With shining crystal eyes, blue like the holy water you rested in during times of sleep, and soft pink lips, putting human flower petals and sunsets to shame. And with a pale pallet, nearly… nearly glowing…

“I am in no mood for games, little Angel,” the pretty monster hummed, tilting its head as it began moving.

Slow step by slow step, you watched in awe as it grew closer… and taller… and more glorious. You’d never seen anyone like them. No soul, no divine thing, no creature in the silver city looked like that. Looked so- so- well you didn’t even have words. Literally and figuratively. Your mouth dropped open and you floundered, searching for something to say, trying to find your sense as each thought in your mind began fraying - destroyed by their proximity. Destroyed by the soft hard line of their jaw and the curve of their chin and bridge of their nose. So glorious… so holy…

“I-” your voice croaked, “I don’t- I don’t know… who you are,” you confessed, voice softening into something innocent.

It was the truth - the honest truth! - but for some reason you felt… stupid. For not knowing what it was or who they were. From a young age, angels were expected to know everyone and everything. Nearly every other angel’s name by heart; every religion and each God; every world and all things in between. Including greater entities. Anomalies. Beings with great power - like Dream of the Endless and his friend, Desire. And most angels did know such things. Most angels did retain such information. But of course, as it goes in any walk or form of life, one must always slip through the cracks. And that was you. There were many things you didn’t know and many things you didn’t care to know. But standing there in front of them, below them, looking up to see the way some stray beacon of light made their fair curls shimmer, you realized you probably ought to know them. Their presence felt so… intoxicating… it was hard to understand how you hadn’t come across anything like that before. Especially when you felt your hands shake as you realized just how much they loomed over you… Like Azrael. But they- it?- was not Death. You knew Death. You had tea with Death once… before trying to poison them. Just to see what would happen of course! Just to know. (Nothing happened, unfortunately. They just sort of blinked and gave you an exasperated look and told you to go away. There was no more tea after that.) But despite not being Death, they still held that air about them. That distinct aura of doom. Of glorious defeat. It swelled in the pits of those icy eyes.

And such glorious icy eyes they were. So beautiful. So intense. You felt frozen beneath them, any hint of scorn directed at the Almighty suddenly gone in the face of the new creature. Entirely overshadowed by morbid curiosity… and the tiniest hint of fear. You’d never really felt fear before. But the rushing in your heart, and the sound of golden blood in your ears, and the whimper that nestled in the depths of your throat could only mean terror, couldn’t they? You watched realization slowly dawn on the creature’s face. You watched their brows furrow slightly, then you looked down to see those peach lips parting - slowly, softly, god-like.

“Intriguing…,” their breath smelled of wine and dying stars, “…you really have no idea, do you?”

Their tone was lilting; their accent sublime. So pronounced, so gentle, sounding almost like a song within the crackling silence of the fires going on around you. It had you leaning closer, drawn like a foolish sailor to a siren’s whims. Just utterly transcendent. Just inexplicably marvelous. It had a weight to it that you’d only seen in God… but the creature before you was most certainly not God. Not in any religion. No, it was something else. Something more abstract. Something darker. But you couldn’t place even a single fingertip on it.

“No, no clue.” You sounded breathless.

Hearing that seemed to please the creature in some odd way. There was a glimmer to their eye that wasn’t there before - and they appeared… delighted?

“Well,” it sighed, sculpted pale hands poised in front of a soft abdomen. “I believe that calls for an introduction.” And then there was a pause. An ominous, strange pause - as if the being was silently telling you that you had one last chance to be honest; coaxing you into admitting a truth that you didn’t know nor understand. But when you just blinked at them, hanging onto their words for dear non-life, quite unsure of what they wanted, they seemed to finally accept reality and internally concede.

“Lucifer,” they cooed, voice ringing and smirk evil, “Morningstar.”

Morningstar…

…The Morningstar.

The one whispered about… the one gossiped about… the name passed from one seraphic mouth to another… the occasional ‘talk of the town.’ Everyone seemed to know about them but you. They were formidable, yes, but that was the extent of your knowledge. Their origins were unknown. Their story was a shot in the dark. Perhaps that’s why you felt so odd within their presence - like a sweating blushing thing that wasn’t sure of its place in the Heavens. Or in any realm, for that matter.

You sort of felt the need to bow. It tingled in your shoulder blades, wormed beneath your ribcage, but refused the instinct. You were an Angel. You bowed to no one but God, and even then you rarely did so. Everyone in the clouds knew you to shirk such an honor. A brave few even murmured about the Morningstar and how you’d ‘fall’ just like them. At the time you ignored them, having no clue what they were talking about. But looking around you then, feeling the weight of the burning air, you knew you were a long way from Heaven. Perhaps in its very antithesis, though you had no name for that just yet. Did everyone in that realm have a figure like Lucifer’s? Did all of their hair shine like that? Were all of them fair-skinned and untouchable? Was it Heaven reversed?

You couldn’t control the way your eyes slid over to their wings. They were far larger up close… and taloned, you noted. Was there a chance they were soft? They looked soft. Leathery and strange, with skin stretched over bone, but soft nonetheless. And as if sparked by your thinking, they twitched, flaring for just a moment before relaxing once again. You looked back up into Lucifer’s eyes, not at all surprised to see the lingerings of malice. They did not look like they wanted to kill you, but they did not exactly look welcoming either. No, there was no warmth there. Just curiosity. And openness. You were no threat to this being… and that irritated you. Every religion knew to respect the angels. Every religion knew to understand that they did the bidding of God. Every religion knew to welcome them with open hands and a smile.

But you were not welcome. Not with open hands and certainly not with a smile.

So how dare they? How dare it? How dare this- this- Lucifer? You felt your back straighten, renewed with energy as you found your mental footing. The ache in your body was gone, whatever wounds you’d sustained just faded memories of some minutes. That’s right - you were angelic. Divine. This Lucifer had no idea who it was speaking to.

“And I am Y/n,” your voice was hard, “I’d say it’s a pleasure, but it doesn’t feel like it.”

You were expecting bared teeth. A growl, maybe. Perhaps the full extension of those glorious wings. A hand around your neck would have done enough all on its own. But the only response you inspired was the slightest twitch in the Morningstar’s right cheek. It tugged at the corner of their lip, making them smirk and sneer all at the same time - but only for a moment. A very quick moment that wouldn��t have happened at all if you hadn’t been watching. And just as swiftly, they were back to neutral; a pleasant little expression on their face as their eyes suddenly ran over your body - from top to bottom and back again. You were grateful that you were still wearing your toga; pristine and white, draped over your one shoulder and tucked under your other arm, tied tightly at the waist with a thin golden band - divine in nature and very handy. Your feet, on the other hand, were bare. And the golden cuffs that usually graced your wrists were gone. You felt disheveled. You felt less than pristine. You looked… exactly as you had always felt. Like a mess. Like a bright glimmering mess. Like a pile of abstract art that existed among the carefully carved statues of Heaven. You felt… you looked… far more beautiful than you ever had before.

It was hard to tell if Lucifer agreed.

“No I suppose it doesn’t,” they hummed, referring to your earlier response. “Though I should hope you know that’s the point.” The Morningstar spoke nonchalantly- as if they weren’t the most strangely intriguing thing you’d ever come across.

Their words, on the other hand, were confusing.

“No. I don’t know where I am,” you glanced around for a moment, still stuck without a clue, “so I wouldn’t know. Care to enlighten me, Morningstar?”

“You will address me as ‘Your Majesty’ or you will lose your tongue,” they replied quicker than light, voice deep and sharp enough to cut.

It felt like the air changed then, becoming nearly suffocating in its depth. It crawled into your lungs, into your veins, making you swallow around a sudden lump in your throat while your eyes started to water. Clearly, Lucifer was powerful. Not someone to be messed with. And not nearly as patient- nor ‘kind’- as God. At the brief thought of him, you glanced up; like you’d suddenly see the city gates open again and you’d be welcomed back and lightly chastised before being sent on your way around the clouds; like you’d somehow be saved. But there was no reckoning. There was no call. There was no miracle. There was only Lucifer.

“Do you wish to return to the silvery city, little Angel?” You turned back to those calm frozen eyes, resisting the urge to get lost in them.

“Yes, of course,” you said as though your answer was obvious (which it was).

“Interesting,” they hummed, tilting their head to the side slowly - like a hungry snake, “…I felt that way once, too.”

You frowned. Just what in Heaven’s name was the Morningstar talking about? No, you’d never heard of angels being cast from Eden, but you assumed that it was maybe like a one time thing? Like a mini punishment and you’d be summoned in any coming minute? For a second there you even considered the dark marble and flames and strange domed ceiling and weird cave walls were all part of an odd dream. But the sincerity in the Morningstar’s hushed tone said otherwise. Like they- like it was the truth. Like they truly had done what you did (though many more times) and looked to the sky in hopes to hear the choir once more. Like the weight of whatever happened to them would become a similar weight for you. Their words sent your head in circles.

“What do you mean?” You finally demanded, crossing your arms over your chest.

That seemed to amuse them as they smirked, eyelashes fluttering slightly. “I fell too. Once upon a time,” they paused, watching your eyes for any understanding. When they didn’t find it, they continued. “Right after succumbing to defeat.” A flicker of something dark rushed through their gaze. It unsettled you.

And sparked more outrage.

“What- what are you talking about?!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in clear exasperation.

What ‘defeat’? What ‘fall’? How long ago was all of that? What even happened? How did they get those wings? Who were they really and what were they capable of? And honestly, dear God, would someone just tell you where the fuck you were?!

“Ah,” they pursed their pretty lips, “It’s no surprise you’re here now. Angels are not meant to be so foolish,” the Morningstar declared, still lilting and song-like and beautiful and terribly insincere.

Their insult had your blood boiling. Who the fuck were they to say that? They were no Angel. They didn’t understand a damned thing. They didn’t know you and they didn’t deserve to know you. No matter how sublime a creature - such glory only existed on the outside.

“You wouldn’t know a fuckin thing,” you spat, giving them the best glare you could, “you’re no Angel.” A sneer painted your face.

“Foolish and blind, it seems…,” they mused as they began walking around you, lining your arms up at one point before continuing their small trek around the round bowl of the fire pit.

They paid you virtually no attention as they went, keeping their eyes trained on what appeared to be a balcony a few feet away. Interestingly enough, although their realm was warm, they seemed to be ice cold. There was not an ounce of heat that passed through the silk of their robe when they brushed past you. The proximity to something so powerful again had that feeling of needing to kneel traveling up your spine, but you pushed it down and worked on keeping the Morningstar in your sight. If you stopped looking at them, it was only a wonder as to how easily they could catch you by surprise.

“But you don’t look very…,” you trailed off, knowing you were going to say ‘angelic’, but realizing that you were… well you were wrong. Quite wrong.

Lucifer kept walking, not caring to stop for your reconsideration. But you didn’t need long. Those curls actually seemed rather… familiar. The way they surrounded the head, covered the ears, accentuated the cherubic features, glowed despite there being no light; and the willowy glide of their body, slow, methodical, full of undeniable beautiful grace; and their voice, distinct and delicate and precious and captivating; and their height- and their jaw- and their lips- and eyes- and proud nose- and perfect posture- and heavy wings- and… well… every bit of them seemed almost… holy.

Seemed almost like… like… like something you’d seen before. Briefly. In a painting and in a scroll. Only once or twice.

“Samael.”

It came out as a whisper but the monster still heard. And it made them stop in their tracks, wings swaying while the world paused.

You sucked in a heavy breath, feeling a very small shot of fear run down the curve of your neck.

They were Samael. Or they used to be Samael. God’s favorite. God’s best creation. The wisest, handsomest, strongest, most glorious Angel to ever be. The staple of divinity. The most beloved and the most cherished. There was a time once where you walked past an elder and heard them murmur about Samael. They had called you the antithesis. They had called you, in short, the most un-divine angel. If the fallen Samael was the best, you were the worst. And though you did not fully understand the story, though you did not know how they fell or when they fell or why they fell, you knew that their power had changed. The light had gone out and made room for the dark. Their wings shed their feathers and their skin lost its warmth. And they changed. They rebelled.

You frowned, feeling a tug in your heart at the sight of them standing there - glorious and tall and never beaten down. Never one to be truly defeated. They chose that risk - they knew of the consequences. But you? You? You were young. You were not wise, no, but you were clever. Smart. Hot-headed. Wasn’t Samael hot-headed once too? Wasn’t Samael flawed once too? Your small pathetic acts of rebellion were nothing in comparison to all that the Morningstar did.

So why did you wake up in their realm? What did God mean to say?

“Things have changed, little Angel,” their voice grasped you by the throat and brought you back to the present, “dwelling on the past reaps no benefits.”

“But I-” you swallowed, looking around wildly, finding that the gravity of what happened had begun to sink in. “No. No no no, I don’t belong here. I didn’t- I didn’t choose this. I don’t belong here!”

“Why shout when he has closed his ears to you?” The Morningstar asked, turning to face you with curious innocent eyes. “Why fret when you know what you’ve done?”

You squinted, confused, finding yourself taking panicked steps backward.

“That’s the thing, I didn’t do anything!” You insisted, hands clenching and unclenching into fists at your sides. “I didn’t lead a- a- a fucking rebellion against God! I didn’t hurt him! I’m- I’m pure! I want to go home!”

Lucifer stared at you, face blank.

“…This is your home now.”

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[isuckatwritingsobenice]

somebody better start writing for these bitches before i do, because oh my lord 🤧🤧

[yandere-writer-momo]

Reader is pregnant, but doesn’t know who the father is between the Wormwood brothers and father. (Was in secret tri relationship with each individual one or something)

IMAGINE sleeping with a father and his two hot sons 😭😭 noooo.

Lucifer would be over the moon if he found out you were pregnant. He’d lock you up and take the best care of you (never tell him it’s not his child). Lucifer wouldn’t DNA test you either, he’s that delusional. He’d be the best dad because this is a product of your ‘love’ for each other. Not some one night stands like his two spawns prior.

Bernael won’t DNA test you either. He’s madly in love with you so he’d immediately want to be married. He’s a bit scared to be a father but he’d do his absolute best. He won’t ever be as shitty of a dad as his own father. Expect his protectiveness to be increased to the max. He’s baby proofed (and escape proofed) your entire shared home.

Samael would DNA test you and you better hope it’s his… he’d probably kill you if it wasn’t his (or kill your baby). Because if he can’t have you, no one can

You finding out you’re pregnant:

[urfavlarry]

started reading homesick today and i love it sm!! might start writing for them when i finish it :D

[imagine-darksiders]

Watched Life of Brian for the 100th time last weekend, got inspired.

[astrangeartist]

fuck you Mephisto Pheles but also fuck me but also, you're so damn hard to draw I hate you HELP-

[unikron-kitten-kat]

Hey now, calling me a “sweet, sweet chile” 😤 Put me in that closet with just about any other character and I’d be suckin’ em dry (mostly Fen, ngl), but I actually like Splendor so I can’t bring myself to initiate much beyond hand holding 🥰 -🎀

Okay, okay, but, now hear me out, what if Splendy wants to do more than hand holding??

"You wouldn't deny me the chance to see the beautiful skin you have, would you? Isn't that what 7MiH is for? Doing more than hand holding? I'd at the very least like to see nervous sweat making your clothes cling to you.. You must have such a cute body!! I could hold you against the wall! And kiss your cheeks!! Or, or!.. Oh dear. Heheheh, sorry, I like to say what I think! And what I think does not match the persona I made, No, no, no!..... I at least wanna hug you... :D hug you tight... :)"

[moodymisty]

Hellooooo

Can I request just something sweet with Samael having a lover that just… loves the stars? Like… argh… they wish they could make their own constellations lol

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Awww, this is really sweet. Here you go friend, I hope you enjoy. It's slightly inspired by an instance I had a few days ago. Happy holidays!

Relationships: Samael/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1138

"And what do you see out there that has you so enthralled?"

Samael has some issues with traversing a human home not meant for a demon of his size, but thanks to some accommodations- and muscle memory on his part- he can finally traverse without too much trouble. You look away from the large bay window and at him, watching as he enters you bedroom; Him having to duck and fold his wings to get through the doorway.

"There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, and I wanted to see if I could spot any. The sky is so clear tonight though, I think I just got distracted watching it."

Any source of potential light in your room is off to avoid glare, as you sit on the windowseat wrapped in a blanket, cup of hot cocoa in your hands. You can see stars all over the sky, even a few constellations if you look at them the right way. It looks almost like it would in a cartoon; Like a child's paper lantern at bedtime casting a starry projection all over the ceiling.

Meanwhile Samael comes closer, looking down on your overall state.

"And, if you see one?"

You manage to peel your eyes away from the window and look up at him, adjusting your fingers against the metal of your mug.

"I just want to see them. But most humans would make a wish if they saw one."

When Samael learns something new about humanity, it can sometimes be heard to tell if he's curious, or just amused by the menial nature of humanity, comparative to demons. It seems this time he's a combination of both, watching his mouth quirk slightly to one side as he looks down on you. In the darkness of the room, his red eyes almost glow with a warm redness. You find it almost ensnaring.

"A wish?" Samael laughs with a chuckle coming from deep within his chest. Then he reaches down and cups your jaw, turning your head more towards him as his clawed fingers curl gently around your chin. The gesture forces your lips to just barely part, from the way he presses your cheeks. "You should know well by now that anything you could wish for, I could easy gift you. You only need ask."

You accidentally smother his confident attitude the slightest bit with a giggle and shake of your head. While he isn't wrong- you're sure the demon could gift you any myriad of things- you know that isn't the point of all this. Perhaps your love of mysticism versus his materialism is something that divides you, despite Samael being less so in comparison to other demons. He's states before that he finds those sorts of things like riches boring now; Perhaps it's why he's so willing to bed a human.

"It's a human tradition more than anything, most people don't actually want the thing that they-"

You suddenly see movement out of the corner of your eye, and quickly turn to look out the window. You nearly jostle your drink out of his mug in the process, wrenching your chin from his gentle grip.

There's a few meteors streaking by; Little shooting stars that are surely being wished on right now. You have everything you could possibly wish for anyways, so you'll leave it to someone else.

Samael leans closer, head tilted slightly to the right as he watches the same scene you are. Your face has lit up, watching the sparkling sky as the last of this batch of meteors streak by. They'd said that the shower could run well past midnight, so you have plans to spend the entire evening just relaxing and watching it. At least until you get too tired and retreat to your bed, only a few paces away.

"Will you sit with me?"

You ask him, looking up as he has that same unreadable, seemingly amused expression on his face.

He seems to indulge your request either way, so perhaps it doesn't matter in the end.

It is admittedly a bit difficult however for the massive demon to sit comfortably on the windowseat, but he does eventually manage it; One leg off supporting himself while the other bends. You sit in the nook that it makes, back against his chest as you keep looking out the window. Your blanket stays against you, and with the overwhelming heat of Samael's skin, it's almost a bit too hot for your liking. Yet another of those little idiosyncrasies about him being a demon. At least it's cold, so he feels like living, warm fire on a chilly winter's evening. You snuggle in deeper, and feel his arm wrap around your midsection to hold you there.

Samael leans his head down and presses his cheek ever so slightly against your temple, and talks softly. You can just barely feel his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"There are many realms with have a sky full of stars that might be to your liking." He chuckles at your immediate and visible perk upwards, pleased to hold a such a key to your happiness.

"Really? I know that there was other realms out there but, I never thought I'd get to see them."

One of his wings stretches outward, attempting to in the indoor space but avoid hitting anything. Once finished, he folds it and wraps it around his shoulder, obscuring it and partly you as well.

"Some of them might be a tad bit dangerous for a little human, but perhaps I can show you the others someday."

It's a bit of an awkward stretch, but you move so you can just manage to press a kiss to his lips, feeling his hot breath fan over your skin. You can feel the rough skin of his lips against yours, and his sharp claws tense against your stomach. You don't know if it's because he wants you almost impossibly closer than you already are, or he doesn't want to let you pull away. Either way it's not enough to hurt, but enough so that perhaps you might fear for the wellbeing of your shirt, if you weren't otherwise occupied.

Given the sheer size of his hand in comparison to your body he wouldn't need to slip downward much more for it to become quite a bit more intimate, but for now, he stays firmly on your belly and ribs. His head leans down more to follow you as you sigh against his partly opened mouth.

In need of air you end your little kiss, and you lean your head back against his chest; Taking a sip of your drink and watching the sky some more, you can feel a rumble in his chest as he settles once more for the time being.

[shcherbatskya]

2000s joaquin phoenix is hot .. simple as

NO PLEASE DONT SAY THIS TO ME…. SOBBING

[oven-thermometer]

Hello again, anon that asked for the Samael sfw ABC's. That was great, really loved it. Thought you hit the nail on the head. I don't know if you have head cannons for him with an s/o but if you do, what are they? How would he attempt to win the s/o over if they came with and relied on the Horsemen? I was just curious, your ABC's was so good it got me thinking.

a/n: hello again samael anon! im sorry this took me so long, i haven't gotten back into my writing groove yet and I'm having a tough time in my life rn, but I miss writing so thank you for requesting :))

Also! I made a small, very inaccurate Samael playlist on Spotify!

warnings: none rlly, not betad and I rushed this

when Samael wants something, he's going to get it regardless of the cost. whether he needs to court you with honeyed words or beautiful gifts he's going to lay down his best cards to win you over.

only later in the relationship does he realise he likes your personality, your eyes, your laugh and...when did your smile get so dazzling dammit?

and the thing is, like I said before, he will do anything to get what he wants - you smiling included.

your laugh, ringing as clear as bells along his castle's walls, wrings his nonexistent heart. he may be eternally naturally warm, but something about the way you actually tend to care about listening to him makes his chest bubble with warmth.

that's another thing - he does love when you talk, but he also loves it when you listen. everyday he has to give orders and speak to countless of his soldiers or allies or even enemies, although you are the only one he ever wants to speak to.

he could talk for hours about everything you're not necessarily supposed to know about and watch as your eyes light up as you actually take in what he has to say. that same damned fuzzy feeling is back.

similarly, he doesn't mind when you ramble on and on right next to his ear while sit on his shoulder. he could be trying to pour himself into his work and you'd be right there, speaking your mind.

he'll make noncommittal grunts or single-word comments along the lines of whatever you're talking about. When you quiet down he'll gladly nudge you with one of the horns protruding from the side of his face, encouraging you to continue.

he is bold and brash, so expects you to be the same :)

samael also loves it when you have to literally climb him like a jungle gym. it amuses him when you struggle to wiggle your way up his arm or around his head when you want to get somewhere.

he'll even purposely make it difficult for you by moving his arm over when you're trying to get a grip or shake his head a little too violently while you hang on for dear life.

although if you ever manage to fall off he'll catch you without a second thought, and scold you without one too.

if you found your way to samael while in the company of the horsemen, samael would be even more intrigued.

a human? with the horsemen? in his realm? and you haven't been eaten by a demon yet?? he's impressed.

he's incredibly curious and will interrogate the horsemen about why you're with them. when he learns from either them or you that you're one of the last living humans - his interest is piqued even more.

you are rare, and that makes you valuable. he has little want to kill you, but he would love to keep you around purely for the fact that you're one of the only humans that he's been interested in.

scared humans bore him, but you - you were confident in your protection and didn't seem to care that he was a demon king. how foolish.

if the horsemen need something from him, he'd probably trade it for conversations with you.

and that is largely how your relationship began! he would have you walk with him across his kingdom (with the horsemen nearby) and enquire about your life or humans in general.

he's naturally curious and wants to know all he can about a potential enemy or ally. that includes humans.

he doesn't feel remorseful when you tell him of how you came to be with the horsemen and how the apocalypse started - if his armies hadn't marched on earth, the angels would have taken over and likely stormed hell itself. and he couldn't have that.

when your voice cracks or the tears that threaten to spill cling to your lashes though, he remains quiet. if you start to resent him he's going to get nowhere.

from there your friendship grew and your time in his company multiplied.