#asmodeus viola

[whoishotteranimepolls]

Asmodeus is a boy, so why is he and the girl poll?

This is the third time I've had to address this, but historically, yes, The demon Asmodeus is a guy. However, in the world of Mairimashita! Iruma-kun or Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun Asmodeus is a family name.

Now, I'm not in this fandom, so if anyone is in it, correct me if I'm wrong. This is all based on my research. Four members of the Asmodeus family are named.

Asmodeus Amuryllis, The character in question, is a female. I just used a photo of her from the manga because that was requested, and she looks more masculine

Asmodeus Alice he is Amaryllis son

Lastly, Asmodeus Viola and Lily are the twins. They're Alice's cousin, and they're girls

Now, does this all make sense? Technically, you're right, but not in the context of this anime/ manga

[otiksimr]

No color but whatever.

[xxfaithlynxx]

Paralyzed and Healing

airing: Sylus x f!(Named)OC; Rafayel x f!(Named)OC; Xavier x f!(Named)OC; Zayne x f!(Named)OC

ENJOY the next installment of OBoE: Part 2! This chapter name was shockingly difficult to figure out, so I just took words and viola, bobs your uncle. If I figure out something later, I'll change it. For now, this works.

Songs: (Mostly) Paralyzed- NF

Word Count: 6489 Words. 😮 (I'm sorry, but I'm not lol)

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Chapter 11:

The chrome of the pole felt sleek, warm beneath my palms as I slid my back down it, arms bent and gripping the pole loosely, slowly lowering myself to a crouch before it, spreading my knees as my heeled feet pressed together at the heels. I blinked as the strobe flickered across my face, momentarily blinded to the patrons with their feral eyes glued to me as I moved to the beat of the song.

I could see Belamy at a booth directly in front of me, his eyes boring into mine with virile intent. I watched as a long onyx tongue slid over his bottom lip, before the right side of his mouth lifted into a devastating smirk as his head followed my slithering movements as I stood and wrapped myself around the pole once again, lifting my left leg to wrap a knee around it while I bent at the waist to grasp the ankle that was still rooted to the ground.

“What do you think, Asmodeus… she is quite fetching, is she not?” Belamy’s voice rang through the pounding music, overheard by everyone within the vicinity. My kohl smeared eyes switched to the man seated beside Bel, a lean looking man with a gruff expression. No hair to speak of as he leaned forward, sharp protrusions bubbled his lips outward, mimicking that of sharp teeth bent at disturbing angles. His eyes were like looking into a black hole, the purest black, but nothing like the chasms that Belamy showed on occasion. His shoulders were wide, atop each stood another head, on the left stood a feral looking lion’s head, while on the right was a mangled looking goat. From my angle, looking down at them, I could see folded black membranous bat like wings arched off of his shoulder blades, and wrapped around his lean waist, was a menacing looking scaled tail, much like that of what one would see on a dragon, while his legs resembled that of, possibly, a kangaroo. He was an amalgamation of creatures, resulting in a grotesque form that of which I had to tear my eyes away as he simply stared at me.

“Come now, my brother. What could possibly be so appealing as a human female.” Asmodeus’ voice was chilling, sending ripples of despair aching through my body, causing my dance to falter as I tripped over my own feet. “You see? Useless beings, the lot of them.”

“Oh, Asmodeus. They are appealing… in their own way. This one, for me, in particular. I will agree with you on one point, their kind are indeed… useless.” His eyes met mine, narrowed and glinting with danger as he said the last word. The gathered beings that sat around the two elder demons laughed, chortled and an assortment of other noises I could only assume was laughter. “You may leave, pet. I have no more need of you tonight.”  Bel waved a dismissive hand in the air, and I felt the weight of a shackle closing around my ankle as I begrudgingly walked off the stage.

“Come now, pet. Why are you reminiscing on moments passed when your precious reality is so close?” I opened my eyes to find myself not in the dressing room of whatever Hellish club that had been, but in the gilded cage. Sighing, I let my head fall forward, my chin colliding with my sternum. Thank God… just a dream. “Can you not see your freedom?” His voice, that soft angelic voice pulled me with the promise of actually being able to see the reality I craved. Breathing steadily through my nose, I eased my head back up, coming face to face with Bel from the other side of the dented gold bars. His smile, too big. His teeth, too many. His eyes seemed burrowed deeper into his skull. He looked ghoulish, and yet still like the visage of the form he’d chosen when he took me to Charon. Bulky, silky black hair that fell down his back, thick muscles cording down his arms and the part of his legs that were visible.

Slowly, he gestured above me with a crooked but beefy looking finger. Within my seated position, I angled my head against the bars behind my head, desperately trying to see what he was pointing at.

When the edge of my vision saw what he’d been pointing at, I felt a deluge of loss and fear weave through my nerves, nesting within my chest as I sucked in a breath. In what looked like a cloud, nestled above my imprisoned soul within this plane of white and silver I could see four men seated around a single bed. What looked like a shadow laying over the soft green blankets seemed familiar, but my mind couldn’t place where I’d seen the person before. “Who are they?” I asked, softly. Eyes glued to the shimmery looking image above.

“Beyond your reach. Much like you are beyond theirs.”

I felt a heat burn at the corners of my eyes and reached up to brush a finger beneath my eye. Bringing my hand back to look at the clear crystalline pearl of liquid sitting atop the edge of my finger. Why was I crying? Why does my heart hurt? I pressed my palm over my chest, fingers curling against my flesh as I felt that feeling of loss surge through me again. Why was I feeling like this? What was the reason? My head turned back to peak through the bars at the diminishing image above. Were they the reason? Why are they so familiar?

“Do you know who they are?”

It was a flicker of emotion, but I saw it. Belamy had been shocked by my question. He tilted his head, his long raven hair falling over one shoulder. “Well, well, well. That is for me to know, my dear, and you to…,” He paused and looked up, “and, well, for you to eventually either learn or forget.”

I eased over to his side of the cage, curling my fingers around the bars, “Please, do I know them?” I could feel an urgency growing inside the ache within my heart. A desperation that I didn’t understand, but somehow… felt necessary. I needed to know. “Please, Belamy… please.” It wasn’t the first time since I’d been with him that I’d had to beg for something, but this time, seemed more perilous than the other times. This seemed more life or death.

He had half turned before stopping, “I have to hand it to you, it does something to me when I hear you beg like that, but darling, this is something for you to figure out. If you do not, well… let us just say, you will be far more mine than you are now.” His eyes glittered as they circled over the cage. What did he mean by that? Would I lose the last remnants of my shield?

I watched as he turned his back to me, and I collapsed against the bars. Feeling every ounce of my strength evaporate from my limbs. What did he mean? Rolling on to my back, I looked up through the bars to the vast expanse of whatever space lay above me. How do you remember something when you don’t know what it is you forgot?

Does it truly matter?

I blinked as a wave of nausea hit my gut, making me roll on to my side, arms curling around my middle.

Do you matter?

I gaged as the nausea slid up my spine, into the back of my throat. That ugly cold feeling roiling at the back of my mouth.

Did you try to get back to them? No.

A shock of pain in my lower spine causing me to cry out, as my body curled further into the fetal position, legs pulling up as growing waves of pain moved through my body. Who are them?

If you do not remember, you do not deserve to know!

I grit my teeth together as the voice reverbed through the cage, vibrating the metal around me. I want to remember! I cried out in my mind, unable to move my jaw from the lock the pain had on it.

You lack what they need.

You lack what everyone needs.

You lack what you need.

I felt the whimper escape through my teeth as a feeling of dread began circling my thoughts. The men circling that bed, with the whisp of a human laying atop it. Had that been me? Did I really look like that? Those men looked torn, but about what?

They’re deciding whether to simply let you go and walk away or stay… and watch you waste away before their eyes.

A sudden wave of disbelief washed over me. “They’d never give up on me.” Where had that come from?

Are you sure? In truth, I wasn’t. The bravado that, that abrupt mouth vomit had brought with it died on my tongue. I wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

You have found yourself lacking.

The voice, as well as the pain began to ebb away, leaving me a crumpled mess of twitching limbs, gritted teeth and falling tears on the floor of my gilded cage. What was it that I lacked?

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“Just open the door, pet. That is all you have to do.” My eyes strained to focus as his melodic voice continued to waft into my ears. He’d been begging for, who knows how long since the conversation in my head happened. Crouched beyond the bars of my golden cage. I hadn’t moved in that time. Eyes open, but unseeing. Limbs numb as the pressure of the cage’s base grounded me as best as it could. I feel paralyzed… shouldn’t I be feeling something? Anything? Why am I here? Why have I been kept here? Why can’t I go back… back where? I could feel the heat behind my eyes, but no tears came. Not anymore. I didn’t feel anything, not since the voice, my voice found me lacking. It’s always been my voice… nattering away at the edges of my mind. Was she the real me?

I heard a sigh from outside the cage, “Have you truly given up, poppet?” I’d never thought that voice, usually so toneless and without emotion- could sound forlorn. Anguished even.

I’m so cold…

When had I become this numb?

How far gone am I?

My tongue feels heavy…

My mind is cracking…

I’m so lost…

I’m so ashamed…

They, whoever they are, should just let me go…

Walk away from me…

Never look back…

Just like the rest…

I’ve been so scared to live…

I’m still scared… and yet…

I’m terrified to die.

The heat behind my eyes burned, as I finally allowed myself to close them, feeling the scorching moisture overflow from beneath my lashes. Had I truly given up? Was this what that was?

Where had I gone so wrong?

What did I do wrong?

Flashes of color erupted behind my lids. Small microbursts of shattered color that exploded within me as a strangled sob escaped my mouth, the first noise I’d made in what felt like so long.

Plumes of soft pinks and blues. Moving together like heavy clouds. Darkened around the edges of the plush with reds and golds, beginning to pulse together as another, louder, sob escaped me. My shoulders, elbows and back ached as I finally moved, bringing my hands up to cover my face as finally I felt the tears that had been locked away inside me begin to pour from between my lids, coating my lashes as the my soul felt something for the first time in what felt like forever.

Muted greens and hazels burst like fireworks before the thick cumulonimbus clouds I’d imagined these colors to have formed, the dancing trails of the greens coiling and curling behind my eyelids, small white flowers seemed to encompass the streams of color. Keeping my eyes closed, I found myself feeling the ache of that chill beginning to recede, replaced by an overwhelming warmth.

The space around the clouds began to shimmer with blues and whites, the lighter colors bursting into shooting stars. Twisting amongst the rest of the colors in a whirling pool of azure galaxies and small white flowers. Their movements drifting, sensations of this new warmth spreading through my body. The images of each color, flowers and shooting star swirling through my mind, beckoning for me. Was this what death was supposed to be like? If it was, I didn’t want it. With every whorl of those colors, it felt like my soul was being stretched and torn apart.

“What are you doing, little one?” I could just barely hear Belamy as he said those words. There was an edge to his voice, and I swore I heard the clinking of claws hitting metal. “How are you doing that?” He sounded like he was right above me now, so close and yet… he sounded so far away. “You shouldn’t be able to do this, my pet… tell me, now. How are you doing that!”

I felt the rumble of the cage as he slammed himself into the bars, making me wince as the pain ravaged through my mind. I wanted to say, ‘I don’t know,’ but my jaw was locked tight, trying to keep myself together, and keep from screaming. I knew if I even remotely unlocked my jaw now, the bloodcurdling sound of my soul would be able to be heard, be in this void or another.

Stay strong, don’t lose control. The words came to my mind unbidden. It sounded like something someone had said to me before, resonating within me, with their foreign yet all too familiar low baritone. But who? Stay focused, kitten. Wait, were those words being said to me right now? But how? We’re here now, my sweet girl.

Stay with us, little pearl! We aren’t letting you go, not now, not ever. That was a different voice, slightly higher pitched than the first. It reminded me suddenly of flowing water. Teal pools of clear water and the seabed. That’s it, my little guppy. You need to remember….

Deep breaths, my love. Keep thinking of those colors… I felt a whine creep up my throat and curled into myself some more as, yet another voice chimed through the agony that seemed to be wreaking havoc through my mind. I know it hurts, baby… You need to remember us. Remember… us? Who was us?

A cacophony of slams and growls from outside the cage momentarily drew my attention away from my pain before another throb of agony coursed through me, another wave of those mixed colors. What was happening! Make it stop! Please! Between the pain and Belamy’s furious growls, I could feel myself beginning to fall apart. I can’t do this!

We need you here, little starlight. We can’t live without you. Another voice? You need to face it, sweetheart…. The colors burst to life behind my eyes again, seeming to come closer. I could feel my fingers beginning to dig into the skin of my sides, realizing late that at one point, I’d moved to hug myself, my jaw getting sore from having held it tightly shut for so long.

I can’t do this! Please, don’t make me! A roar from outside the cage deafened the voices slightly as another bone rattling slam erupted against the gold bars. Releasing my fingers from my sides, I reach up to cover my ears. I… can’t.

A resounding Yes, you can! echoed within my mind, all of their voices layered as they yelled the same thing. You can, Era! Was that my name? Fight it! I could feel my head beginning to shake, I didn’t want to fight anymore… I felt like I’d been fighting for so long. I just wanted to rest….

A soft caress seemed to wash across my heart, Come back to us, and you can. I winced as it felt like that green wind carrying those white flowers brushed against my skin. Beckoning me, gripping my heart. My soul. Why does it hurt so much…. I questioned, feeling the cage tilt on its axis as Belamy kept up his rampage. I could hear him growling and roaring, but the words were indiscernible. My body was shaking from exertion, muscle tight and aching.

Don’t reject us, you darling girl… We love you. Don’t run away from that! An image of a face rippled into my mind. Silver-white hair, ruby red eyes. A straight nose. A wide mouth with plump lips. Angled and strong jaw. My heart fluttered, not painfully, but happily. Who was this to make my heart flutter like a bird’s wings in my aching chest?

We need you, just as much as you need us! Another face to another voice. Hair as blonde as spun silk glowed in my mind, eyes the deepest shade of ocean blue. A soft smile, showing straight white teeth and an outstretched hand. Please, don’t give up. That voice, why did it sound so crestfallen?

Slowly, between the bouts of constricting pain, I realized that all of the voices held a note of sadness to them. Why were they sad? They shouldn’t be sad. “Tell me how you are doing that, you little bitch!” I flinched as Belamy’s voice rose to levels I’d never heard before. I was so used to his voice being so soft, angelic even. Now, it sounded harsh, and grating. Hissing wet syllables through an over-abundance of clenched teeth.

Listen to us, sweetie. I felt what equalled a warm palm pressing against my cheek, and then the brush of lips across my forehead. We know it hurts… but we need you to try. The urgency in his voice as he said those two words sent a chill down my already spasming spine. I tried to focus on what they were, had been saying. They need me. Why? No one needed me, not now, not ever.

A disgruntled overlap of breathy groans sounded in my head, and a chorus of, Stop that sounded between my ears. The pain was beginning to become unbearable. My joints burned, feeling wet from the tension. I whimpered as another wave of nausea bludgeoned my stomach. What will it take for you to believe us? Another face. Deep purple waves of hair falling over his forehead, reminding me momentarily of a sea anemone. Striking multicolored eyes in sunset shades of pinks and blues.

I felt my jaw tick as I felt the pain bellow within my chest, sending yet another debilitating ache through each sinew of muscle and tendon. Prove it. Was all my mind could produce in that moment, feeling like I was coming apart at the seams, shattering on a ledge of despair and mournful laments of moments passed. As the silence in my mind spread, I felt the emptiness swell, and the pain exploded to an entirely new degree. Suddenly, another inferno enveloped me, like fingers wrapping around my heart. My mouth fell open on that wail of pain, followed by strained whimpers as I felt their warmth begin to consume me. It felt like I’d stepped not only too close to a fire, but into one. We will drag you back if we have to, darling.

Emerald and gold glinted at me through the inferno. Shocks of raven hair, falling across one blood shot eye. The strain in his voice was clear. No matter how much you think you don’t belong… you do. You’re so wrong, you do! I could feel a familiarity growing beside the aching heat within my breast. I did know them, didn’t I?

Forcing myself to see beyond the pain, beyond the bellowing demon outside my cage. I found myself standing in a shallow pool of mirror like silver water. A perfect inverted replica of myself stood looking up at me from beneath my feet. Lifting my weary gaze from the water’s surface, I canted my head from side to side, looking around. Why here? A shimmer caught my attention from the corner of my left eye, and I spun, rippling the surface of the water as I did. A dazzling mound of black dirt appeared from the thick white fog that surrounded me, atop that dirt stood a massive weeping willow. Its bows stretched so high, I had to tip my head back to see the tops, just barely visible through the mist. It’s massive open crown, curved bows of wispy ground-sweeping, with dozens of long, slender  leaves brushing the surface of the water, an invisible breeze shifting the tendrils aside just enough to barely see the thick dark and twisted trunk beyond. Why here?

I felt a lump form in my throat as several images echoed in the expanse of this void, or abyss. Four men, all with smiles on their faces, talking with me, laughing with me. Flickers of more intimate moments with each of them in turn. Bodies entwined in a puzzle of limbs and breaths. Sweat soaked skin and soft sounds of pleasure. It was difficult to look away, but the images soon changed. Dissolving into other things. Were these memories?

I’d felt like lead bricks had replaced my feet, but as the images began shifting and flowing freely, the weight of my feet began to lighten. Flashes of myself as a young child, sitting on a bench next to a playground, as he knelt in front of me. Tears streaming down my face as he placed a band-aid across my knee before he got up and sat beside me on the bench. I know him…. My gaze shifted to another portrayal, another slightly older version of myself, the same boy, just older as well. A little on the lanky side but already showing signs of growing into a stunning young man. As I approached, I tilted my head to the side, getting a good look at his eyes before the image faded. Green as emeralds, mixed with pale gold. That’s the same….

I turned as another movement formed, another version of myself, more how I was now. Sitting on an open beach, legs pulled against my chest as my eyes held one of those fifty-yard stares with the ocean. A tall figure slowly approaches from the right, kneeling down beside me. His shock of wavy purple hair dangling across his forehead as he spoke gently to me. When the image shifted and showed us walking side by side, his hands in his pockets while my own were wrapped around my middle, I caught sight of his eyes. Sea blue and anemone pink, weaving together like the waves of the ocean. What? Another wave familiarity sunk through me, before the image faded just as the last had. I swung around, but there were none.

Turning back to face the looming strands of the willow bows, reaching far across the surface of the mirror like water, I reached out and began to push aside the wispy leaves and their green, almost vine like stems. As I slowly approached the base of the tree, more memories, images of my life flashed, I couldn’t help but notice that all of them were good memories. There was nothing bad here, or at least that’s what it seemed like.

Off to the right, a soft memory of moving into a tall six level building, after the welcome ceremony from the Association appeared from around the willow leaves. The weight of the box nearly buckling my knees as I tried to lift it alone into my new home, only to come face to face with the bluest eyes I’d ever seen, far bluer than my own, a soft smile and that woven silk like blonde hair. He’d grabbed the box from my arms and offered to help me get it the rest of the way.

I found myself smiling, the thoughts of these men. Their indescribable personalities. I do know them…. Another solid memory suddenly flashed directly in front me, bringing me pause as I watched myself walking across an intersection, thoughts of coffee and sweet confectionaries distracting my mind from who was walking out of the door to the café. A tall, mountain of a man with silver white hair, striking ruby colored eyes, and a panty dropping smirk that could level an entire city block’s worth of female residents, and quite possibly men as well. I do know them.

As the image of the silver haired man and myself faded on us talking outside that café, what stood before me took my breath away. Along the brambled roots of the willow, arching out from the surface of the mocha-colored dirt, stood four men.

I swallowed around a dry mouth and a lump that had abruptly formed in my throat. They’re here? How?

I rushed toward them, not really understanding why, but the solidarity of the immense trust I felt went beyond the feeling of the potential unknown. I kept repeating the mantra in my head.

I knew them! I knew them! I know them!

Seeing their faces as I reached out to them, brought a deluge of memories and feelings crashing into my mind, my heart, my soul. The smile faltered on my face as I realized, I had everything now. The feelings, the memories, the thoughts of them.

Everything, except their names.

Without a doubt, I knew them. I reached out to the raven-haired man with vibrant emeralds for eyes, cupping his cheek and feeling him lean into my palm. My best friend… I know you, I’ve known you for so long. Moving my tear-filled eyes, I looked to the next, the one with purple hair, I pressed a hand to the spot above his heart, feeling the heat that radiated there. I smiled at him, and he returned it, covering my hand with his. My lemurian… my mate. Then came the silken haired blonde with galaxies in his eyes. His cheeks pink as a tear descended his cheek. I extended a hand, and he took it, our fingers twining together. My light in the darkness… my star. And finally, came the man I’d seen in that last memory, the one who I’d bumped into at that café. His devastatingly beautiful crimson eyes bore into me like a sword to the chest, the invisible breeze casting the white hair further across his forehead. And you… my other half, my beloved monster.

I have everything… except your names! Why can’t I remember the most important parts!

Their smiles began to droop as I felt a ripple effect within my chest, a slow spread of sharp tingles and needle like pricks over my skin. Whispers of words I’d heard and believed for so long, words causing me to drift my gaze down to the mirror of water at my feet.

The voice, a mixture of a putrid form of my own, and the serene angelic version of Belamy’s tore through my senses. “Do you really believe they will take you back? You, the broken, the pathetic, needy, degenerate that you are? The fat little girl who was desperate for food, for shelter? For love? How could anyone love you.” I shivered as my eyes caught sight of my image in the water. Slouched shoulders, blotchy and scarred skin, oily shoulder length light ash colored hair, frumpy swollen looking fingers tipped with bitten and torn fingernails and cuticles, chubby arms, an overly swollen looking belly that hung low over my hips, bowed and chunky legs with cankles and callouses. A broken sound escaped my throat at the sight.

I could feel their eyes on me, watching me curiously. Do they see me like this? Was this how I really looked? I tried to recall how each of them made me feel, but only the image below stared back. I felt another shiver run through me, this one of revulsion. Was this how everyone saw me?

The four men standing before me all at once had their brows pulling together. Could they hear me thinking about how disgusting I felt? Could they see the vulgar, grotesque being I was? See the very image of how years of neglect and self hate had made me out to be? Why would they want me, when…. an image of Melina, the other Hunter, her gorgeous long pink hair, her soft copper-colored eyes, her perfect skin. Why want this… when they could have her? She was the epitome of perfection… wasn’t she?

A soft, deep voice began to speak from above me. When I looked up, I was met with the color of rubies. “Perfection is relative, kitten. What you are… was never meant to be perfect. You are you, and to us, “he gestured with one of his enormous hands, “that is perfection.” He reached up to glide his knuckles over my cheek, “You, and of all your little quirks, flaws, and your overwhelmingly abundant powers, your very thoughts will be all we ever need. All we will ever want!” He smiled at me, rotating his hand to cup my cheek as I felt the heat of tears sting my eyes, “We never wanted you for how you looked, that kind of perfection doesn’t exist… what we wanted, what we want… is you,” He tipped his head, his hair falling further over his right eye, his carmine eyes glittered dangerously as he inched toward me, “You, not your looks, but you- this soul- has been refined over and over, the impurities of your former lives have been carved and shined.” I could feel his breath against the corner of my mouth as he continued, “It was never about the perfect jewel, we wanted- want what’s inside.” He brushed his lips against the corner of my own, “We all fell for what beats within your chest, Era. Your heart is my precious ruby,” He pulled back, turning me slowly so my back pressed flush against his chest as he wrapped me in his arms. With one arm he gestured to the others one by one. “You are the pearl, the flower, and the star that calls for each one of us.”

They’d all converged around me, their eyes locked on my own, soft expressions of adoration and affection flooded each of their eyes. Each description of what I was to each of them had my head beginning to pound, for their sakes and my own… I needed to remember their names, and I knew they couldn’t simply give them to me. I could feel Belamy trying to vie for my attention on the other side of whatever this void was, whatever place I’d created to escape the pain and the malice. The pounding at the edge of my mind beginning to grate on my already frayed nerves. My raven-haired man stepped forward, and knelt down, dropping himself just below my eyelevel.

“You stole my heart long ago, Era.” His perfect brows angled in a worried line as he gave me a small smile, “You shouldn’t have to feel the burden of what others say, to or about you.” He glanced around at the others, “You can lean on us, all of us. Whenever you need. There is no shame in letting us in.”

Era… that was my name. I felt my heart thump hard against my ribs. His words resonated within me, but how can I do that, when I’ve basically let my demons win? Because this is what it was… sure he had a name, he and I had a past… but I’d let him in, I’d let him win. How does someone like me win against not only an inner demon, but a real demon? I felt a hand cup my cheek, and my blurred vision focused again on the raven-haired one, “You can start by not giving up. Your powers supersede ours; they supersede his, my darling. You are more capable and stronger than you think. You can win.”

Right, my powers. How do I manifest my powers without a physical form? We were in my mind, weren’t we? I felt a sense of panic rise within my stomach, and felt like my lungs were suddenly beginning to be squeezed. The purple haired one stepped towards me now, his head tilted slightly as he smiled at me, “Do you remember what I told you on that beach that night?”

I thought about that for a second, the tightness in my chest easing, did I?

He sighed affectionately, “I told you that for every hardship you face, for every plight and every negative mouth breather you meet, there will always be someone there to counter that balance.” He reached out and cupped my other cheek, the opposite that the doctor… doctor… still held his hand against. “You need to face what you haven’t been able to. You need to even the balance and believe that you can win. We are all just small fish in a big pond, trying to survive… at least, that’s what I think anyway.” The lemurian artist… lemurian… his words resonated within me as well.

I felt the man behind me take a deep breath, his chest pressing firmly against my back as his arms tightened around my middle. “—is right,” Had he said a name then? It sounded like it was underwater, garbled, and indiscernible. “There will always be a bigger fish… but that doesn’t mean being small can’t be important.” Bigger fish…? He’s a dragon… dragon…, he hoards things he considers treasures and practices an almost innate control, over himself and others.

Movement from my left caught my attention as the silky blonde stepped forward, taking my left hand between both of his. His long slender fingers wrapping easily around mine. Encasing my hand and wrist between his. “You, so easily see your own flaws, Era, but are quick to stand up for anyone else’s, you’ve wrapped yourself in a shell of self loathing even though there isn’t anything to loathe.” His gorgeous blue eyes blinked, and I felt myself become enraptured in them. They glittered like there were a thousand tiny stars held inside them. A curious expression passed over his face as he looked down at our entwined hands, slowly I followed his gaze and couldn’t help but think that he would be amazing at playing piano with hands like his. Haven’t I heard him play? He was my neighbor… neighbor.

They were right, of course, they were all right.

Thinking back on my life, how left behind and lost I’d felt, how I watched from the sidelines as the people around me continued with their lives. I’d thought I hit rock bottom when my parents separated, or when I was homeless, or when I had to decide how to see the next morning.

I’d thought there was nothing left, so I’d wandered until I found the sea, imagining a life where I wasn’t around, only to meet the lemurian, my gaze moved to the indigo haired man, he’d convinced me to move forward, offered me a job. But he’d also given me a sense of purpose, so when I made something more of myself when I made it into the association. When I’d met him, my eyes flickered up to the blonde again, when he chose to be my partner, under his own power and not having been forced or coerced, I’d felt something akin to belonging.

In all that time, between my parents, the streets, the training and courses to become a Hunter- I’d tried to ignore what others said, about me, about my life- but it was hard, subconsciously I knew it would affect me, but I’d fought to keep moving forward. I’d done all of that on my own. In some ways, I knew I would always be affected by it, and thinking about it now… would I be who I am, would I be who I’d become without all of it? The answer echoed around me in a unanimous no. We can’t change what’s happened in the past, but we can choose what we do, what and who we will be now and in the future.

My life had led me here. As my eyes moved between each of these men, I realized how each of them had affected me, how each of them had changed my mindsets since meeting them, since falling in love with them, and feeling their love in return. I had changed, because that’s what always happened, no matter what. Whether it felt good or not, change was inevitable. Change opens doorways and paths to new and extraordinary things, some can be uncomfortable, others exhilarating—but all are necessary, no matter how one chose to walk, each branch still connected, some how, some way.

The thrum of pain at the edges of my mind had subsided, and I could feel a growing sense of something else, something that had given pause to the rampage of the demon in that other plane. I felt each hand that these men had on me tighten, and they each smiled at me. Even if their names didn’t return to me, I would keep those expressions close to me, the lives they shared with me close to my heart, wrapped around my soul.

I could win, I just needed to believe I could. Like I did when I entered the Association, like I did when I fought my first Wanderer. Like I did when I fell for the four wonderful men that I’d met along the way, the ones who’d brought me out of my shell, out of my scared reveries of the past.

“We are here for you. No matter what.” It had sounded like all of them spoke at once, an amalgamation of all of their voices, pinging around the drooping vine like bows of the willow.

Closing my eyes, I focused on their words, on their belief. When I opened my eyes again, I could still feel them, but I was back in my cage. Still laying on the floor, curled into a ball. But the pain was gone, and so was the bellows and anger from outside the bars. I could still sense him, but what I felt wasn’t anger. It was fear, and desperation.

                             ҉       ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶      ҉

[misc-obeyme]

Nicknames for the obey me characters :p

Barbatos - Barb, Barbie/Barbie doll, hells kitchen owner, Father/Dad

Diavolo - Dia, Dadvolo/Dad, Viola, prince/princey

Solomon - MonMon, Wizard, Salamander, Salami, old man, Unc/Uncle

Simeon - SimSim, Simpson, simpleton, Seasoning, Angel, Dove, Guardian, Big brother, flower/rose

Luke - Mini/Little Dove, mini/little Angel, Guardian charm, Little brother, petal, blossom

Lucifer - Luci, Lulu, Lucilu, big brother, minimum wage worker, Ruby

Mammon - Mams, Mammam, mammoth, good luck charm, big brother, chauffeur

Leviathan - Levi, Lev, Vi/vivi, big brother, player one, gaming partner, best friend

Satan - Tan/Tantan, hothead, reading buddy, book worm, big brother

Asmodeus - Fashion icon, big brother, Social butterfly/ butterfly

Beelzebub - Beel, lunch rush, foodie, food fest, big brother

Belphegor - Star/Star gazer, Belphie, sleepyhead, big brother

Raphael - Spears, Fisherman, Angel, Dove, Charm, big brother

Thirteen - Candle, Wick, number one?, thirteenth place, purge, death, Auntie, big sister

Mephistopheles - Mephi, Stop(it's in his name), Diavolo's friend, News reporter, paperboy, purple guy, Unc/Uncle

Bows for barb

Simpleton 😭 Leave Simeon alone just 'cause he's bad at technology adslkfjf

Anyway, these are all quite creative. I think nicknames for characters are fun!

[soath]

for everyone who saw father milo in exu downfall and thought "wow, he should meet his beautiful niece and brother-in-law, i bet he'd find the fact that his sister got married and literally gave birth to two mortals so fun and chill," viola. have an amaris-asmodeus-hailey thing.

[waytoomanyocstocount]

I just saw ep 5 of Hazbin so now here are some Lucifer headcanons!

Shortest of the Seven Deadly Sins(yes, even shorter than Bee)

This is just a headcanon for all seven Sins, but all of them are siblings, and Lucifer is the oldest(Asmodeus and Vosstaniye(my oc) are the youngest)

Jumpy and will scream like a little girl and throw a pen at you if you catch him off-guard(dw he'll apologize about it later)

Sometimes just zones out at stares at whatever, he's accidentally scared the absolute shit out of Mammon like this on more than one occasion

Can use his wings for flying and stuff, and would use them as a blanket for his younger siblings if they ended up falling asleep on him

Extremely wholesome and kind

Can play the violin, viola, piano and accordion, though he prefers the violin

Extremely bbg(I'm a simp, in case you couldn't tell)

Might do headcanons for the other Sins we know so far later(aka in five minutes because I'm bored and want to post 10,000 things)

[choshasan]

DND question...

Help??

I'm still fairly new-ish to dnd, have some experience, but I'm not an ancyclopedia..

Most recent game was a game zero(?) I think that's what the DM called it, anyway, not the point,

And I made my character, all was well, except, everyone present was pretty fucking tired during the character making, all pretty half asleep, and trying to share one PHB and google with D&D Beyond & Roll20, so I cannot tell if I did something wrong in making my character, if our DM gave me the wrong info, and all I can find of google is "you went wrong somewhere", here's what's the problem;

I'm Lvl 3 bard, I, according to google, should have 6 spells and 2 cantrips?? (4 lvl 1 & 2 lvl 2??)

Buuut, somehow, I wound up having 8 spells and 3 cantrips, and I do not know how. And I didn't note which of my spells were meant to be lvl 2 and which were lvl 1...

So I'm trying to find which is meant to be which, and I just have no clue...

My DM is 1. Currently busy, 2. Has strong ADHD and 3. Was extremely tired and half awake when he helped me make my character, so, Not really gonna get any help from him until next session, which doesn't even have a date yet, but most likely not in the near future, but I've been trynna get everything in order for it, and yeah.. I'm stuck here...

Info about my character;

Race: Asmodeus Tiefling

Class: Lvl 3 Bard

Background: Charlatan

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Spells:

Hellish Rebuke

Song of Rest

Charm Person

Disguise Self

Cure Wounds

Dissonant Whisper

Calm Emotion

Enthrall

Cantrips:

Thaumaturgy

Vicious Mockery

Mage Hand

Stats:

Str: 10 (+0)

Dex: 18 (+2)

Con: 14 (+2)

Int: 8 (-1)

Wis: 9 (-1)

Cha: 21 (+5)

Things my DM made me put in Features & traits:

Dark Vision

Hellish Resistence

Mantle of Inspiration

Bardic Inspiration

Jack Of All Trades

Weapons:

Longsword

Daggers

Instruments:

Lyre

Lute

Viola

Languages:

Common

Infernal

Halfling

Elf

Gnome

I would guess the reason I have so many spells may be because I'm an Asmodeus Tiefling?? I remember that giving me extra stuff, I just don't remember exactly what...

Thank you to anyone who's capable of helping!

(My character's name is Barbie btw, he's fun ✨️)

[kits-ships]

✨️✨️✨️! Give us the deets! (CrypticCupid)

:0 !! three facts for three sparkles!!

✨️seraphina plays the violin! her oldest one is a few centuries old, and her newest one is a modern, baby blue one! she's also interested in playing the viola one day <3

✨️ ill give a few for asmodeus since i dont really talk about him! he's 6'3, smells very strongly of cigarettes, and his animal is either a jackal or a crocodile!

✨️ baphomet is one of the only celestial entities in modern times that still visits places of worship dedicated to them. they like when humans leave gemstones, dark, red wines, and athames as offerings

[evilasiangenius]

Text of Letter reads: L’Hôtel Justine 43 Rue Viola, 75015 Paris, France +33 1 40 58 116 66 Dear Asmodeus, I am truly obliged by the receipt of your thoughtful present. I appreciate your care and consideration, and am looking forward to wearing these with my new suits. Sincerely, Aziraphale

Text of Letter reads: My Dearest Aziraphale, You are very welcome. Tell me more about your new suits. Yours, Asmodeus

Playing around with storytelling methods for Mistakes Were Made: Together. Aziraphale's font is Edwardian Script ITC and Asmodeus' font is Kunstler Script.

I was originally super annoyed that the punctuation on the font I chose for Asmodeus was so uncomfortably close to the letters that sometimes you couldn't see them (e.g. the comma after "Yours") and that it formatted oddly where there was a lot of dead space on the right, but upon further reflection it suits him really well.

[oh-boy-me]

For the emoji game: 👑, 👗, and 💍 for Asmo -🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿Anon

Oh hello 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 anon!  It’s been a hot minute, I hope you’ve been well!

Asmo: 

👑: No one remembers how his title of “Jewel of the Heavens” actually grew popular in the Celestial Realm.  The most popular theory right now is that it was actually meant to tease him at first, but it quickly shifted into an affectionate nickname instead, even before he caught wind of it.

👗: Asmo actually owns more skirts and dresses than he does pants, and since the weather in the Devildom is pretty unpredictable, he also owns more long skirts than he does short ones.

💍: Asmo has been “married” to a number of humans (he forgets how many, but it’s in the double digits) in exchange for their souls.  They were technically legally bound in the human world, but he didn’t take it seriously at all, and frankly kind of relished in their anguish when they were sent to hell and learned they weren’t special.

Noodle:

👑: I was supposed to win a High School music award, but I lost... by my own vote.  I voted for the other guy and I lost by one.

👗: My favorite dress is a sundress that looks like it’s right out of the 1950s.  I have a lot of vintage/retro-inspired clothes like that!

💍: I have like 20 rings for various fingers, but I can only wear about half of them because my hands are tiny and most rings are way too big :’)

[petitprincess1]

Do you have anything for Moxxie and Asmodeus? The way you discribed them is so adorable

Not a lot, but I do have some smol headcanons:

Moxxie probably would play the piano or violin/viola if he ever actually worked as Ozzie's and the man just finds himself listening absentmindedly.

Fizz is Moxxie's ultimate wingman when helping the imp relax around Asmodeus. Still he kinda mocks him for being lovey-dovey.

The little faces on Ozzie's face give away his attraction for Moxxie.

Millie and Blitzo bug him endlessly about how big Asmodeus is down there. (Yeah, I know it's more accurate for him to have a cloaca, but idc. This enormous cock needs an enormous cock)

Would you believe me if I say Moxxie tops? ...Would you believe me if I say Ozzie can't handle all that gentleness? :3c

Little kisses from both Fizzy and Moxxie for the big lust birb.

[mirrorsandpacts]

When You Try To Plan A Surprise For The Brothers (Or Something Like That)

Belphegor-

You had the intention of pulling a small prank on the lovely Avator of Sloth.  It would be innocent— just a small scare!  Nothing less, nothing more.  You quietly made your way up to the attic, Belphie’s favorite napping spot.  He wasn’t there— perfect.

You hid under the sheets between the multiple pillows he owned.  You weren’t exactly sure on when he would get there, but he never failed to visit the place once a day, as this was really the only place he could sleep peacefully, if he wasn’t already there in the first place.

So you wait.

And wait.

…And wait.

10 minutes became half an hour. Half an hour became 2 hours and so forth.  Eventually, you had to get out of the attic before the brothers ripped apart the house to find you.  On the way to the exit, you tripped over something or someone.

When you looked down to see what it was— viola! It was the lovely Belphegor!

What the actual f—?

He fell asleep in the hallway!!!

“Belphie...Get up!”  You said as you tried to shake him awake. 

“Mmmhm, good morning,” He nonchalantly claimed your lips as he gets up.

You spluttered, “Why were you asleep in the hallway, Belphie?  Also, it’s not morning anymore.”

“I was helping Beel with his workout just now,” Belphegor began as he rubbed his eyes.  “I was so tired afterwards...So I guess I must’ve fallen asleep here without even reaching the bed.  I can’t even remember walking here.”

“Be careful next time!  What if you got hurt?” You furrowed your brows together. 

“I’m a demon, remember?  Our wounds will heal as quickly as they were made.  Besides I got my pillow to soften the blow,” he patted his trusty cow patterned pillow. 

You sighed.  Instead of scaring him, he’s the one who gave you a fright.

“You really scared me when I tripped over your body, Belphie,” you pouted.

He chuckled, "So? What do you want me to do?"

“Hug me until I’m satisfied— after lunch,” you responded thoughtfully. 

"But I always hug you though?"

“Are you saying that you don’t want to hug me, Belphie?”  You raised an eyebrow.

"By the way, don't hide under the pillows for too long,” Belphegor helped you up after he got up from the floor.  "I might accidentally sleep on you.”

“But they’re so comfy~~,” you quickly made up an excuse to why you were under the covers— though you were sure Belphegor had an idea why. 

"I know. But I would like it more if I can see you clearly lying next to me."

“Then, we can hide under the pillows together,” You suggested. 

"That's a nice idea.”

The two of you then walked down the stairs and towards the dining hall.  It was just in time for lunch!

Beelzebub-

He had taken out a massive amount of food.  He stacked 3 types of pie on top of one another to taste how good the combination would be.

“Beel....what are you doing?”  You asked him as you stood at the entrance of the kitchen.  You were well aware of what he was doing— but you asked anyways.

His hold on the three pie loosened and the pies slid right into his gaping mouth.

“Beel!” You rushed to his side, panic flooding your system.  “Are you okay?! Beel!!”

He closed his mouth with one hand and stopped you with the other.  You became confused— what were you supposed to do?  He pounded his chest a few times, shaking the whole kitchen from the sheer force of it.

You winced at the sound, even if you were aware that he was a demon, it still sounded painful.

“Mammon?” You turned your head towards the entrance.

"Yeah, it's me, the great- Beel, what are ya doin?"

“I scared him and he choked on his pies..” You answered. 

"Hold up! THE Beel choked on pies?!"

You ignored Mammon in favor of helping Beel, “Are you okay, Beel?”

He motioned you not to come any closer.

“???”

He rummaged through the fridge and took out a one gallon bottle of Super Spicy Mango Juice and began chugging it down.

“.....Do you feel better..?”  You asked as he finished the juice.

"Ugh, next time I should remember to grip the pies properly,” Beel set down the empty gallon jug onto the table. 

Mammon’s existence had been practically ignored, so now he demanded it, “Stop ignoring the Great Mammon!”

“I’m not ignoring you! I’m making sure Beel doesn’t die!”  You grumbled.

"Yeah, by just standing there," Mammon scoffed as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Mammon, I will seriously tell Lucifer about your petty crime you did last night if you don’t shut up.”

"Eeeeehhh!”

You proceeded to take your phone out of your pocket and got ready to speed dial Lucifer. 

"HOLD ON! WAIT A MINUTE!"

You ignored his pleas, as you usually did.  Mammon quickly ran off and you took the chance to actually make sure Beelzebub was okay after checking that you didn’t actually call Lucifer on accident.

“Why did you keep pushing me away?” You asked the Avatar of Gluttony.

"Because if you touched me, I'd choke again,” He responded seriously. 

“Is that so?”

He nodded. 

You pouted, “I was trying to prank you, but in the end, you’re the one who scared me!  What will you do to soothe my aching heart?”

"Come here,” he opened his arms, motioning for you to enter his embrace. 

You did as you were told.

He placed his chin on top of your head and wrapped his arms around you, “Sorry…”

“I’ll forgive you after a few minutes.”

Asmodeus-

You just finished applying the fake injury makeup on your face.  You hadn’t done it in a while, so you wanted to make sure you didn’t forget out to do anything.  It was a simply piece of art— just a cut across your face from cheek to cheek.

You were walking out of your room, wanting to prank a brother or two with the fake injury, when Asmodeus was walking down the hallway.

“Oh my devil! (Y/N)!!”  He rushed right over and cupped your cheeks.

“Asmo—,” you couldn’t even get a full sentence in before he hustled you away.  You knew he would’ve gotten freaky over such an injury, especially if it was real, but you did feel a litttttle guilty since it was just special effects makeup.

“Asmo,” you tried again.

"Which demon in the whole of Devildom is cruel enough to do this to you?"  Asmo didn’t stop mumbling.

“No one!”  You quickly answered as you saw the absolute carnage that was Asmodeus’s bloodlust.  You failed to catch his attention, “Asmo— listen to me!”

"Hush your pretty mouth and let me fix it,” Asmodeus continued on with dragging you to his room to get fixed up. 

He plopped you down onto the seat of his vanity and started searching for an ointment, “"Now where did I put that..."

“Asmo, I’m fine!” You tried to persuade him.

"Excuse me?! What part of your face is fine?!"  He turned to face you as he shrieked.

You grabbed a section of the fake skin around the wound and started pulling at it.

"GAH! STOP IT!"  He held your wrist tightly.

“Asmo— it’s a fake wound!  I put it on myself!” You continued to pull at the special effects makeup.

"Huh?!"  He stared at you with disbelief.

“I do special effects makeup for fun!  Don’t you remember?”

"I did remember you mentioning that to me once...  Or maybe twice,” Asmodeus hummed. 

“I was practicing it before I came out of my room.  I wanted to show you guys how realistic I could make them...”

"Oh, you gave me such a fright!"  He placed his hand on his forehead dramatically.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized sweetly.  “I’ll need some make up wipes to get some of this off though— can I borrow some?”

He smiled sweetly, "Sure, you want the green tea smelling one?  Oh and after that use this Buffo Egg Face cream. It works wonders and smells great!”

He magically pulled things out of the drawers and set them down on the table for you.   Under his careful eye, you took off the make up, discarding the fake flesh directly into the trash can so the fake blood wouldn��t stain the table.  

You were massaging the cream into your face when he was putting everything back.  You smiled as the prank was deemed successful. Thank god(?) it was Asmo. 

Satan-

Satan was lounging in his favorite place in the library. His nose was stuck in a book as per usual. His concentration was unbroken.  

The door to the library was open, so there was no need for you to open it.  You walked in, your steps as silent as the night.  Curious, you approach Satan with the intent of seeing what he was reading, and maybe startle him a little bit on the way.  He had noticed a presence but his senses had been dulled due to the intriguing book which had his full attention. He looked at the spot where you passed by a moment later. 

“Satan, what are you reading?”  You asked as you moved to stand directly behind him.  

Just like a cat, he jumped in his seat, startled.  The thick book that was in his hands was flung at your direction.

It smacked you straight in the forehead before landing in between your feet.   You kneeled down in pain and rubbed your forehead, “Ow...!”

"Oh dear, I am terribly sorry,” He quickly rushed to your side.

“It’s okay..,” you mumbled, trying to ease away the throbbing.  Your eyes were watery from the pain when you looked up at the blond.  Noticing the red mark, he inched closer to you to get a better look.

“I don’t think it’s bleeding, but is it bruising?”  You asked as you pulled your hand away from the injury.

"I think it will definitely leave a temporary mark,” He stated as he brushed the strands of your hair away.

“I’m going to need to ask for some concealer from Asmo,” You sighed.  A bruise on the middle of your forehead was going to be a pain to cover.

"I don't think that's necessary." 

“Why?  Are you going to kiss it better?”  You teased, having recovered from the initial shock of getting smacked with a book. 

You could feel his lips on the throbbing part as he plants a kiss on your forehead. 

"Well, I could but it wouldn't make it heal faster, would it? I have some medicine inside my room which helps lessen the inflammation quickly," Satan chuckled.  "I'll go get it."

He returned with a small glass jar that had some white ointment in it.  It resembled tiger balm.  You were sitting on the couch now, with the novel Satan was reading beside you.

"This might hurt a little. So hold still," He roughly applied the ointment, making you wince.  The scent of mint quickly took over your senses.  He twisted the lid on the jar shut and set it down on the coffee table.

“So, what were you reading?” You asked.  You already looked at the synopsis, but it was always fun to listen to Satan as he talked about books.

He began to talk about the book wholeheartedly and in that room, both of you spent the rest of the night until the midnight clock chimed.

Leviathan-

With special permission from our lovely Avatar of Envy, you pushed in the various cardboard boxes into his room.  Of course, it was all his merchandise he had bought online.  The said demon was currently enjoying a convention and wouldn’t be home until late that night, and so you decided to pull a small prank on him.

You found a box that you could fit in and sat in it, grabbing the flaps and tucking it under you so it would seem like it was taped in both sides like it should be.  It was time to wait for his return.

About fifteen minutes later, you heard the door to his room clattering, along with some muffled noises.

"Hehehe, that convention was so awesome. I can't believe someone cosplayed as Ruri-chan so perfectly,” he giggled. 

You heard the shuffling of his feet near you.  You had to stifle your laughter as he started to open the boxes one by one.

"I wonder which one of the boxes contained my dakimakura,” Leviathan mumbled. You heard sounds coming from above you.  

The box opened just as you turned your head to look up, and your gaze met with Levi’s, “Umm, hi!”

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Leviathan jumped back as he screamed.   You popped out of the box and started to laugh uncontrollably. 

“A-are you okay, Levi??”  You gasped in between laughs. 

"You gave me a heart attack!" He muttered under his breath.   "Introverts like me aren't used to people appearing in their shipment boxes...Although it’s a dream come true for an otaku like myself.”

“No one is usually used to people appearing in their shipment boxes, Levi,” you chuckled. 

"I guess that’s true���Aaaaahhhhh, I'm so embarrassed!”

“I heard something about a dakimakura?  Who is it this time?”

Levi’s cheeks flushed bright red, "Um.... That's...You don't need to know about that.”

“Hm?”  You grew even more curious and turned your head to see that there was only one box he hadn’t opened yet.  You smirked, “Levi~~ if you don’t tell me, I’ll have to investigate it myself!”

"WAIT A MINUTE!"  He was quick to stop you.  "Whatever it is, do not open that box!! Our friendship will be ruined!!”

“Friendship?  Why?”

"It's- It's- AHHH, I can't tell you ok! You'd probably think I'm a creep!!” He struggled with his words.

“I mean, I’ve already accepted the fact that you’re a lolicon...”  You pondered, “Don’t tell me...you’ve lewded a baby???”

"WHAT?! I MAY be a degenerate but I will not stoop that low!"  He exclaimed. "Fine! It's a dakimakura of you ok?! Happy?!”

“I didn’t know they sold pillows with me on it...did you have it custom made?”  You started to tease him, seemingly unfazed by the revelation. 

"Yeah, ” he grumbled. 

“Why would you do that?”

"So I can pretend to hug you when you're not here,” he covered his face in shame. 

“Aww, you’re so precious!”

Mammon-

In his room, the Great Mammon was counting the money he just got from selling something.

You had an inkling of what he was doing when he holed himself up in his room, and decided to pull a tiny, tiny prank on him.  You took out your DDD and pulled up the voice recording app, where you had a recording of Lucifer saying, “Mammmmooooooon...”

You pressed the play button and started opening the door that he had forgotten to lock.

He stood up in attention after quickly stuffing the money in his pockets.  You couldn't believe your eyes when he practically threw himself out of his own window.

“Mammon!!”  You screamed after him.  You looked down yet you couldn't find any trace of him.  The sound of wings flapping caught your attention next, so you looked up to see a panicked Avatar of Greed.

"WHA- YOU FREAKING SCARED ME!!” Mammon shouted. 

“So you have been doing some naughty things,” you accused as you saw the money falling out of his pockets.  “What did you do this time?”

"Nothing- Wait, I'm supposed to be the one asking here!"

“I was looking for my necklace— I lost it a while back,” You lied to see what his reaction would be, and to distract him.

"Well, it's your fault you misplaced it.  "Guess I have no choice but to help ya.”

“Thank you, Mammon~,” You stepped away from the window.

"Wait a sec, why are you hiding one hand behind your back?"  He flew back into his room.

You innocently turned off your DDD so it would only show your lock screen when you held it up to him, “Just my DDD.  I didn’t want to accidentally throw it out the window.”

You forgot that the notification had shown the audio which you last played.  It didn’t have a title that would expose your prank, but it probably appeared a little suspicious.   When you realized, you forced your facial muscles to not react.

The attempt failed, and soon you bursted into laughter. 

“Wha—? What chu laughing about?!”  Mammon was genuinely confused.  You clicked the play button.

He pointed a finger at you, “You—!!! How dare you scare me like that! It ain’t funny!”

You booped his nose, "Then, you should’ve seen how you threw yourself out of the window.”

He spluttered, clearly flustered that he broke a window in panic, “Stop messing with me!”  He pinned you to the wall while his face turned red due to both embarrassment and rage. 

A few moments later, a familiar voice filled the room, “Mammooooooon....”

“Oi!  Stop playing that recording!” Mammon hissed.

"Uh...Mammon, that wasn't me…”

“Hah?  What do you mean it wasn’t you?”

You pointed a finger towards Lucifer’s direction, and Mammon turned his head to look, his expression paling when he saw his older brother glaring menacingly.

“Uh, run!”  He carried MC on his shoulder and flew out of the House of Lamentation.

Lucifer-

You had thought of an ingenious plan to surprise Lucifer.  You had planned it for weeks and it's finally time to execute it.

You were walking towards his bedroom, looking for the Avatar of Pride, holding a tray.  You went up to the door and knocked on the door to ensure that he was not in the room. 

Just before you were about to open the door, Lucifer’s voice came from beside you, “What are you doing?”

Your blood went cold, and you quickly thought of the best way to lie to him in your head as you turned to face him. 

“I came to see you!”  A dumb, and obvious reason.

"So? Don't tell me it was for such a petty reason."

“Is it bad?”

"It was just that I was expecting a  more sophisticated reason for your odd behaviour.”

“I was hoping to surprise you with refreshments, that’s it.”

He cocked an eyebrow, not believing a word you said.  You lifted up the tray in your hands briefly to show him that you did bring something for him to eat and drink.

"I'll believe you... For now.”

You found yourself pouting at his response.  Seriously?  You shouldn’t have bothered.

"Come in.”

You stepped back so he could open the door and enter the room first, and you quietly followed him in.  Thankfully, you didn’t jolt too violently when he had startled you, so nothing was really ruined.  You took a quick glance to see if everything is in its proper position.  Satisfied, you set the tray onto Lucifer’s table— where it wasn’t bothering him or his paperwork.

"By the way, what concoction is that?"  He asked as he sat down at his desk. 

“Hmm? A variation of Green tea.”

"Hmm, I must say that it is not my cup of tea but since you made it, I assume it is good.”

“It goes well with the desserts I chose, so that’s why I selected it.  They’re human realm recipes, specifically from the eastern side of the world,” you tried your best to ignore the pun. 

"Very well.”

There was a variation of mochi and daifuku, along with almond cookies and egg tarts.  He took the mochi, as he was reminded of your squishy cheeks. 

“It’s chewy and stretchy, and not too sweet,” you explained before he ate it.  After he swallowed, you added, “I slipped some sleeping pills inside the filling so you’d actually sleep.”

“That doesn’t work on me,” he stated in a triumphant manner.

“I know.”

“Come here.”

You obeyed and walked towards him.  He pulled you roughly and you landed on him, kissing him in the process. 

“!!!”

"Now that was sweeter than any treat,” he smirked before pulling you in for another.  "Oh, I forgot to tell you that you'll succumb to the effects of the pills soon.”

”Please don’t eat me when I fall asleep,” you murmured. 

"Don't worry, I won't. I'd prefer you to be awake if I were to eat you,” he reassured.  "Just fall asleep in my arms. I'll always protect you.”

I was supposed to wait until I had some other things written up before posting this but I have no patience and Yun granted me permission to post xD. 

- Ran

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DARTH ASMODEUS (TOM ELLIS) would like their MASTER to take part in the war. their name would be UTP and they would be FEMME OR NONBINARY with the age of 40-65. the connections faceclaim could be VIOLA DAVIS, ALFRE WOODARD, ANGELA BASSETT OR UTP MUST BE WOC. more details: Stassam’s Master was a Twi’lek whom they allowed to perish in an Ancient Sith Ruin when it was time for them to take the mantle of Lord of the Sith, they are also the Great-Grandmaster of Darth Plagueis. you DO need to contact ARTFULDARTHNESS before applying. this wanted connection is OPEN.

DARTH ASMODEUS (TOM ELLIS) would like their APPRENTICE to take part in the war. their name would be DARTH TENEBROUS and they would be MASC / NONBINARY with the age of UTP. the connections faceclaim could be UTP. more details: Tenebrous was Stassam’s apprentice with whom they tried to severe the Jedi’s link to the force with, after this plan failed Tenebrous no longer saw Asmodeus as worthy of leading the Sith and defeated them in combat. They went on to be Darth Plagueis’ master. you DO need to contact ARTFULDARTHNESS before applying. this wanted connection is OPEN.

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[angelictranslation]

GUIDA OBEY ME: personaggi, Mammon.

“Avido di tutti i soldi del mondo. Lo schifoso secondogenito.”

"Lo schifoso secondogenito che è avido di tutti i soldi del mondo. Le streghe sono la sua grande debolezza."

Mammon è l'Avatar dell'Avidità ed è il secondo più vecchio dei sette fratelli demoni e il primo a stipulare un patto con MC. È uno dei personaggi principali di Obey Me! Gli utenti possono interagire e migliorare il loro rapporto con lui.

APPARENZA

Mammon ha i capelli bianchi e disordinati, la pelle abbronzata e gli occhi sfumati blu e gialli. Ha degli orecchini d'oro e due anelli, uno d'argento sull’anulare e uno d’oro sul mignolo della mano destra

Come il resto dei fratelli demoni, indossa lo smalto per unghie di colore bianco.

FORMA DEMONIACA

Quando è in forma di demone, Mammon ha due corna sottili e strettamente arricciate e un paio di ali pendenti simili a pipistrelli. Indossa una giacca da motociclista con borchie, collo alto e corto con due cinture avvolte sul busto esposto, che mostra le sue voglie bianche e maniche con diamanti bianchi. Indossa pantaloni neri con diamanti bordati di bianco come disegni sul lato sinistro e borchie sul lato destro. Per completare il look indossa stivali di pelle nera di media lunghezza con tre borchie a punta su ogni stivale.

PERSONALITÀ

Fedele al suo titolo di "Avatar of Greed", Mammon è naturalmente avido e cerca sempre opportunità di profitto senza impegnarsi molto. Sebbene sia il secondo maggiore, si comporta in modo immaturo quando non ottiene ciò che vuole ed è il più grande piantagrane dei fratelli. È egoista e orgoglioso, anche se sembra che sia solo una facciata a coprire la sua natura tenera. È anche pronto a mentire ma non è molto bravo; un esempio potrebbe essere quello di balbettare quando nega qualcosa (anche mentre scrive un messaggio). Ha la tendenza a gridare ogni volta che è arrabbiato o sconvolto (il che è sempre) e ringhia quando è irritato. Spesso si loda quando pensa che uno riceve dei complimenti dai fratelli (anche se non lo sono) e si compiace di ricevere complimenti, specialmente da MC.

Agisce impulsivamente e spesso parla prima di pensare. È per questo che Lucifero prende grandi precauzioni e applica molteplici regole che inevitabilmente mettono a disagio il resto dei fratelli e MC. Nonostante la sua avventatezza e l'apparente incapacità di usare il cervello, Mammon è sensibile ai cambiamenti ed è altamente empatico; è il primo a notare se qualcosa non va con i suoi fratelli o MC. In genere è il sacco da boxe dei suoi fratelli, ma raramente reagisce e prende di proposito il peso maggiore dell'ira di Lucifero; un esempio è stato in una chat quando Lucifero ha chiesto chi ha rotto uno dei dipinti nella House of Lamentation, di cui Mammon ha preso la colpa (con grande sorpresa dei fratelli), ma si scopre che Belphegor ha urtato contro di esso mentre era mezzo addormentato, provocando si spezzò e Mammona cadde (Lucifero sapeva chi era stato ma non punì Belphegor o Mammon per questo). Ogni volta che c'è una crisi, è generalmente veloce a venire fuori ma con un piano con risultati idioti e pericolosi; come si è visto quando ha usato il gioco di Leviathan per capire le differenze tra Lucifero e Satana quando si sono scambiati i corpi (ignaro che il gioco fosse un simulatore di appuntamenti), e usando il grimorio per far uscire Lucifero dalla sua stanza ma ignaro di Cerberus che pattugliava la tomba. Si nota che mentre Mammon può essere difficile, non perde il controllo dei suoi poteri con la stessa facilità dei suoi fratelli, motivo per cui Lucifero lo ha affidato come guardiano di MC per tutta la permanenza nel Devildom.

Inizialmente non gli piaceva l’idea di sorvegliare MC sopra tutto quando lo si incontra ​​per la prima volta e ancora di meno quando viene ingannato in un patto, ma nonostante ciò non si fa problemi a unirsi a noi. In più occasioni, ha mostrato di preoccuparsi e di preoccuparsi per MC, e non appena lo si fa notare, nega (tipico tsundere). È anche piuttosto possessivo nei confronti di MC, sostenendo di essere il suo "primo", che può essere estrapolato dal contesto ( Ad esempio con Satana si può instaurare una relazione ancora più intima) per lui essendo il primo fratello a fare un patto con MC, e diventa piuttosto geloso quando si da attenzione ai suoi fratelli.

Ha una forte antipatia per le streghe, principalmente perché lo sfruttano per il loro guadagno. È anche abbastanza abituato a muoversi nel mondo umano rispetto agli altri suoi fratelli, e questo è probabile perché viene evocato o spesso cerca di trarre profitto mentre è lassù. Tende a spaventarsi facilmente perché odia tutto ciò che è spaventoso come i film dell'orrore e le case infestate.

CURIOSITÀ   GENERALI

Il suo animale simbolico è un corvo, che simboleggia la profezia e la buona fortuna. Inoltre a entrambi piacciono le cose luccicanti.

Come angelo, era un trono che serviva come assistente di Lucifero. Beel dice di essere quello di cui Lucifero si fidava di più. Mammon menziona anche che in precedenza era un arcangelo, ma fu raccomandato per la posizione del trono da Lucifero.

Il suo palco di danza da battaglia ha un gatto. In Giappone, i gatti sono visti come un buona fortuna (The Maneki Neko). I gatti sono anche visti come familiari alle streghe, ed è così che Mammon è con le tre streghe perché viene costantemente evocato da loro.

In una chat, Mammon dice di essere un gatto perché gli piace il loro orgoglio distaccato.

In Mammon and the Cat, sgorga completamente per un gatto (che in realtà è Satana).

Mammon si riferisce spesso a se stesso come "Ore-sama" e "Mammon-sama". "Sama" è un titolo onorifico giapponese dato a persone degne del massimo rispetto, quindi Ore (pronome grezzo per me, I) -sama è, essenzialmente, "The Great Me" (il grande me).

È considerato il demone più veloce.

Mammon ama le gambe di tritone ventre nero essiccate. Ama anche i panini fritti allo scorpione con aceto e salsa tartara.

Mammon a volte lavora come modello, una volta per una rivista di moda "Devil Style" pubblicata da Majolish.

Il suo nome su Devilgram è "Mammoney".

Mammon in ebraico (ממון) significa "denaro", e in aramaico (מָמוֹנָא) significa "profitto, ricchezza".

Mammon condivide i tratti con Jean di The Niflheim, James Moriarty di Guard Me, Sherlock e Zeus Brundle di Wizardess Heart, perché hanno tutti i capelli biancastri, una posizione di alto rango ma spesso non vengono presi sul serio a causa del loro comportamento stravagante e affettuoso verso l'MC.

MC che ha la possibilità di dire a Mammon di sedersi è un possibile riferimento a Inuyasha.

Mammon e Satan erano gli unici fratelli il cui design non è cambiato nelle concept art.

Soprannomina la sua carta di credito, "Goldie".

Nel fandom di TSL, The Lord of Fools è basato su di lui.

Lui e Asmodeus sono gli unici fratelli che non hanno mai scatenato la loro forma demoniaca verso MC con rabbia.

Nella prima chat in assoluto del RAD Newspaper Club, Mammon era al 1 ° posto nei risultati non ufficiali, ma lui e Mefistofele sono stati squalificati a causa di schede falsificate.

Mammon dorme nudo e, secondo una chat, l'unica cosa che indossa a letto è Devilish No. 5. Tuttavia, nell'animazione di Christmas Tree, indossa una camicia bianca senza maniche e pantaloni della tuta grigi.

La sua custodia del telefono è viola.

Dalle storie di Devilgram

Dalla storia di Satan's Be You, Mammon rivela di aver paura della parola "debito".

In Listen to Me, viene rivelato che Mammon odia la canzone "Corpse Rock".

Beelzebub afferma che tutti i 6 fratelli di Mammon lo guardano dall'alto in basso con odio.