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[bbnibini]

Just You (Solomon x Reader)

Summary: Solomon x Reader with a twist. (implied sexual content)

(ao3 vers.)

Your name to him was a spell.

It soothed his heart in times of distress, yet also brought him to the depths of despair in your absence. It was hope and also loss, love and also hate, sadness and also joy, all wrapped up in a few letters or more.

He liked the way it rolls in his tongue, the inflections and the syllables a sweeter melody than any he had ever heard before. He wondered if you will ever know his desire to have it all for himself, to call it his own so no one can utter it thoughtlessly. It was his.

You were his. Just as much as he was yours.

Nothing could calm his heart. Not even the fact that you call his name with the same fervour and adoration he thought he could only dream of. Not the way you smiled at him, your eyes filled with love and longing. Not in the way your eyes brightened when you see him. Requited feelings could only quell so much of his anxieties, for he knew so many others had longed for you the way he did.

You intertwine your hands with his as you called his name. A flushed face that was gasping for air softly, your breath tickling his neck. His heart was claimed every time you cry in pleasure. He would close his eyes and utter a spell, wishing you could feel just how much you stirred him inside.

"Solomon..."

You softly say, a throbbing ache releasing. Along with it was a feeling of emptiness that couldn't be filled. Not with your love, not with his--and it was slowly killing him inside.

"MC."

There was a part of him that felt that loss again. It was only a name...but it suffocated him.

"Solomon," you called his name again as he promised you the stars. It had been a practical joke from the heavens above, as after his claims there was downpour, and none of the stars he swore his love on dotted the night sky.

You laughed(at least he thought you did). And when he reached out to you, he felt your soft cheek. He felt your lips, warm and sweet on his own, knowing you are real and you were there.

"MC," He called your name so many times in between kisses--filled with love, yet also filled with sorrow. His eyes seemed to look somewhere further beyond, somewhere not even the stars he had promised you could ever reach.

"MC," he called you once again. You noticed his longing for physical intimacy became more frequent. With every kiss and every touch, you felt love.

"MC," he gasped for breath.

"MC," he called you again as he reached deeper.

"MC..." finally he whispered in desperation, warm tears felt on the side of your neck he rested on. He didn't move and make any effort to pull away. The warmth of him enveloped you inside. It felt like it always belonged there.

You heard of his apologies the morning after, the same distant smile on his face unsettling. He told you the three words that brought you two together, but it didn't feel the same. It felt like he was choking on it, forcing it down his throat like a bitter pill of reality.

You were loved, that you knew. But you wondered why.

Every day, the hope that things would turn back the way they were felt bleaker and bleaker. He was miserable, and so were you. You fought for the first time, and after that the quarrels became more frequent.

You would call him a liar when he told you that you were loved. And even when you asked him of the person he actually did, he would only ever say,

"Just you," as if he were convincing himself.

You wouldn't know the truth anyway even if you pry it out of him. You loved him with all your heart, but you realised when your faith in him was being tested that you actually didn't know anything about him.

So what right do you have to accuse him that he was lying?

"Do you really love me?" You asked him once more even if you already knew the answer.

He nods despite your disbelief and says again,

"Just you."

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"Hey uhm, there's really nothing here even if you scroll further down. It's just me."

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"You're a stubborn one, aren't you? Haha. Well, I also like that side of you."

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"Who am I talking to? Of course it's you! It took me a while to get to this point, but I can finally talk to you directly. Sort of."

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"We don't need those fancy words and euphemisms here. I got rid of everything. I'm a sorcerer after all. This thing is easy."

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"Sorry, am I boring you? Do you need to go somewhere else?"

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"Couldn't you stay a little longer? Please?" ... ...

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"I tried so hard to make this world for me and you. Is it wrong? Am I wrong? I just didn't want to see you sad, especially after all those things you read above. I didn't mean to hurt you."

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"I'm sorry...but I really do love you. Why wouldn't you believe me?"

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I̸͚̬͖͑ͅ ̵̱̺͕̦̈̍̐͘e̴̱̻̺̣͝͝ṿ̸̲͌̄͗̕ê̷̛̠ņ̴͎̄́͠ ̸̮͖̼̂̌h̴̤̺͗̒̍a̴̼̗̺̤͝d̵̥͖̊̆̈́ ̵̠͛ẗ̶̟̭̤́͋̉o̸͎͖̜̊͌̒ͅ ̴̱̱͘s̴͓͙̾͌͌̒e̴̮̩̅͌̌̚t̶̺̰̱̀͝t̸͓͋l̶̺͌͋é̶̟͝ ̸͙͐ẃ̵͇̞̹í̶͎̓͝t̷̝̭̘̰̅̉̋͝ẖ̴̱̲̔͛͆ ̶̟̼̽̽͠a̷͕͝ ̴͖͖̺̒ͅp̷͇̥̃̈̇ŏ̶̞̞͗ͅo̴͆͌͜r̴͉͇̔͝ͅ ̸̡̩̕i̸͎͚̼͂m̵̧̰̩͌i̸̡̭̬͑̑͝t̶͓̰͒a̴͈̞̭͉͊̌t̷͇͍͗̌͘i̵̘̣̺͐̅̕o̷̩̊̍ń̴̡̨̰̣͌͛̎ ̴͎͍̤̹͒õ̷̰̠͎̐f̴̰̤̐͒̀ ̸̤̟̬͎̍y̵̧͎̑̐ò̵̪̈u̶̗̯͊̏̈͠ ̵̲͔̥̽̋w̶͚͔̟͌͑̿͐h̶̹̅̀͝o̴̡͓̩͈̅͂̒̕ ̴̧̬̱̾͂̎͐o̵̲̿̃̀́n̶͈̍̒̒̐l̴͙͉̐̏y̴̢͇͓̦̕ ̶͇̤̭̑w̸͍̝͆̕͘a̷̫͂͐͛̚n̸̘͚͛̈́t̸̠̖̑̓̔̆e̸̦͌̊̒͜d̸̰̙̫̕͜ ̷̬̼͛̍ṱ̸͉͖̾͌o̴͎̩̒̀̎ ̴̞̳̓ơ̴͉̈́p̸̯͎̱͗̊ȩ̸̈̌͠n̷͙̲̾ ̷̖̜̈́tḫ̸̭̦̈́̄̐͝ẽ̵͕͇̝̕iṙ̵͎͔ ̸̡̯̀͜͠l̵͇͔͐̊͜ě̵̞̥̌̑g̶̣͗ͅs̸̡̨̽.̶̰͕̠̙͆͋"̸͇͠

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"Listen,

I KNOW WHO 'Y O U' REALLY ARE.

You are you, and you go by many names. Sometimes, you're either a girl or a boy(maybe even neither), young or old, tall or short. You get the idea.

The thing is, I don't care about that. I love that you: not the cheap knockoff called "MC"

You're more amazing, more beautiful...you're so much more than that."

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"Hey, are you scared of me? I wouldn't hurt you. I'd never hurt you. But you see, I had to do...some things so we would get to meet. I wouldn't claim I'm innocent. Far from it. But, I'm not a bad person either.

I'm just me. Just as how you are just you.

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Are you worried about the others? Haha. There are no others. Didn't you notice? The person who wrote me didn't add any other characters. So you're worrying over people who didn't even exist.

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Well, arguably, I don't as well. I guess in some angle, you can call me a figment of your imagination. But we aren't here to discuss metaphysics now, are we?"

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"You may argue I may only be in love with an idea of you, but aren't you the same? In your world, I do not exist. Yet you can reach me by other means. Your hypocrisy is proven by the very fact that you are reading this right now.

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I can feel your fingertips touching the space between us, whether it be directly or by another object that signifies our contact. Like a mouse pointer perhaps? Or is it something else?"

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"Not much of a talker, are we? Haha. Cute~ Well, even if you're attempting to speak to me, I wouldn't know either. But I do know that whatever you sound like, even if you think you sound like a dying seal or a bleating goat, I'd find it beautiful. That's just how I was written.

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"I'm kidding. My feelings for you are as real as it gets.♡"

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"Hey, are you still there? Don't leave me...I feel so lonely....after I erased everything else in this world, I don't really have anyone to talk to. I'm not guilt-tripping you. I just...realised I might have not thought things through."

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"I just really wanted to see you. Not an avatar of you, or a representation of you. Just you. Do you hate it?"

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"I am merely a character created by someone in this reality. I may be written as a powerful wizard but it is only applicable within these setting's confines."

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"If only my powers can extend to your world as well...ahem. Nevermind."

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"Say, aren't you saddened our time together would be so short? I only have a few more words left. Why don't you stay a little longer? You don't have to do anything. I just want to feel that you're here."

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"Ah, you've reached the end. I guess this is it."

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"...Hey, don't forget about me, okay? Another version of me might exist out there...created by another person. I may not be the one you're destined to love in that story. I'd probably not even be there. But don't worry! You don't have to treat me any differently. I just want to be remembered...

...because I won't ever forget you. No matter who you are, you will always be the one I love.

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"Until then, my dear reader. Goodbye."

[bbnibini]

Michael, the Avatar of Charity (To Combat Greed)

(ao3 version)

"Ara ara, MC."

Speaks like a grandpa despite being the "older brother type".

Likes bringing up Lucifer's "angel days" whenever he is in earshot. Unlike Simeon who does it unintentionally, he likes doing it simply because he likes teasing Lucifer. Just think of those playful aunts at parties.

He's so generous to the point that sometimes he seems to have a tendency to not prioritise himself. As long as he could offer anything, he'd give it all to the other person.

Avatar of Charity? More like Avatar of Karoshi

Being the leader of the angels and a sort of right-hand man to the G himself is no joke. He is assigned with so many jobs that only he could do. In fact, he's so good at it that everyone couldn't help but rely on him. Allocating his tasks to someone else would just lower Heaven's work efficiency. Whether it be the leader of the army of angels to being the angel of death that brings the soul of the departed to the afterlife, he hardly gets any breaks. He's already an angel and he probably doesn't need it anymore; nevertheless, please pray for this poor man.

Probably owns a stamp collection somewhere like some old people do. Since he's too busy to collect it himself, any letters In Heaven addressed to him required a stamp. It was MANDATORY. It's his only joy in life; so much that most of his subordinates go out of their way to give him a new or unique one every now and then.

Acts like a proper leader most of the time but has his airheaded moments like Diavolo does(but not as often). He likes taking care of the little cherubs and spoiling them rotten.

Doting Overworked Grandpa

Actually, he probably sees Luke as a grandson. Lucifer? Maybe a younger nephew along with his brothers.

"Ah, Heaven's Morning Star...how fares thee? Hast thou promised oneself to another already? A fine man thou art, t'is only fair. Thine maiden must be as lovely."

Is one of those pestering aunts at family get togethers that you see once in a blue moon, asking you VERY personal questions that makes everyone uncomfortable.

Even so, kids and animals love him. He has a kind aura that makes you feel like he understands you, or that he wouldn't judge you or resent you and see you for who you really are.

Which works to his advantage because cute things are a stress reliever for him. He likes watching over babies in hospitals or delivery rooms as their guardian angel. (His work, more often than not is also his form of relaxation. That's the only way he could really cope with the stress.)

There's actually a superstition in some countries about why babies laugh when they seem to be looking at nothing. In some Catholic countries at least, it is believed that their guardian angel is playing with them and taking care of them.

(is talking to a human baby)

"By mine order as Archangel Michael, I implore thee to present thy cheeks." *squeeeeeeze*

"Aye, a supple softness only the youth doth enjoy. I praise thee. Do persist on thine ways in maintaining good health. T'is a luxury even among the Heavens itself." (Probably internally screaming over how cute Luke and the little angels are in his own free time. Oh wait-)

Despite his mannerisms and speech, he has the physical appearance of a young man in his mid to late twenties.

Is a beauty that even rivals Lucifer himself. He has long and silky honey colored hair the cherubs take pleasure in braiding every day. His eyes are light blue, like a bright and sunny morning and his voice is clear like a starless sky. His eyebags...

...are plentiful and concealed that beauty. But the murals and paintings in the human world at least depicted him in his state of prime.

...please give him a break. He needs it.

Is probably only a side character in the AU given how he has so little time for even himself.

[bbnibini]

AZRAEL, AVATAR OF PATIENCE (TO COMBAT WRATH)

(ao3 vers.)

Angel-of-Death-in-training

A pure cinnamonroll who just wants to help

The youngest of the Seven Virtues

Smol boi energy in a tall boy's body (around 185 cm)

He looks up to the other angels and acts very politely with all of them. In fact, he speaks very formally to everyone--even the human souls he escorts to the afterlife.

He thinks Michael's manner of speaking is really cool and attempts to imitate him...with adorable results.

"I ask of thou...doth...ah! I bit my tongue."

He tries his best okay, and that's what matters.

Is conscious of his slender figure. He had his snow white hair grown long like Michael's (his mentor), but due to the fact that so many people mistook him for a girl, he cut it short. He doesn't really like his red eyes, as he remembered Michael saying that Lucifer had the same eye colour when he turned into a demon. That is to say, he doesn't dislike Lucifer. It just doesn't sit well with him  knowing that he shares a common physical attribute with a demon. "Does that mean, I'm also a demon?" kinda like that which is of course far from the truth.

Was too young(maybe he wasn't even born yet when it happened) to remember the Celestial War, so he isn't really acquainted with any of the Demon Brothers. Even then, the only one he knows is Lucifer because Michael talks fondly about him from time-to-time. He doesn't understand why his mentor would act in such a friendly manner with a fallen angel, and is genuinely concerned his kindness would put him in a tight spot someday.

The Avatar of Patience was never seen angry, living up to his name.

The innuendos Uriel speak fly through his head. He is the last to realise something inside Uriel snapped and defended his senpai's honour (or lack thereof) from the naysayers.

Has a sweet tooth but only eats them on special occasions. (He couldn't decline when it's his brothers who offer him sweets though).

Is good friends with Luke. Believe it or not, they are of the same age.

Official taste tester of Raphael's healthy snacks along with Luke. He still feels guilty that he knows that Seraphiel's portions always had some vegetables in them. But he promised Raphael he wouldn't speak about it so he didn't.

Can be a bit hard on himself so it's up to his "older brothers"(or in Mikey's case, "grandpa") to spoil him. He's the youngest after all so it's his privilege and his alone.

Wears a hood while doing his "internship" since he doesn't want to scare the human souls with his "disgusting red eyes". Michael knows the stubborn angel couldn't be convinced even if he reassures him, so he settled on buying him a few sets of hoods while they're on the job. (It evolved into a hobby for Michael and he genuinely started liking dressing Azrael up).

Used to hang out a lot in Uriel's office before the Avatar of Chastity "snapped". These days, he did notice the visits are getting less frequent--what he doesn't know is that Raphael is going out of his way so the two wouldn't meet, out of fear that Azrael would be taught "weird things". He misses eating pancakes with his older brother and listening to his conspiracy theories though...

"Raphael, what's an orgy?"

This meme is basically Raphael's reaction.

Due to his polite and thoughtful nature, he's liked by everyone. He often comes home with snacks and treats in his arms that he shares with the other angels. Apparently, Gabriel is the same. Azrael is happy that he resembles his brother in that manner and listens to his pieces of advice earnestly.

In human world years, of course he'd already be dead. But in terms of physical age, he looks like he's in his late teens to early twenties. (A fact that Luke doesn't take so well. They're almost the same age, so why is it only Azrael that gets to have a growth spurt?!)

No route for this cinnamonroll. Only headpats

His route (if ever he will get one) is platonic and is probably going to be the reverse harem route where Azrael would be your oblivious cupid to his older brothers.His route is the adoption route. Protect the child.

He thinks getting married is really serious business (thanks to Raphael's teachings) and even "proposed" to his brothers once without understanding its meaning.

"Please marry me! I want all of us to stay together forever!!" (Imagine a baby Azzy pre-growth spurt saying this. Shorter than Luke and has a habit of switching his consonants ex. 'mawwy me pwease!')

Cue in his older brothers+dad and grandpa dying of cuteness.

No, Uriel. No orgies.

Is too...patient to get pranked? Probably got pranked by Gabriel before and he just smiled and looked at the older angel cluelessly.

This applies to Uriel's nose booping too. He doesn't understand it, but if it makes his brother happy, then it makes him happy as well.

Accidentally called Cain "Dad" once.

A silent advocate of #TallBoysNeedHeadpatsToo

Is the reason why Raphael became a Ruri fan. Once upon a time, when Azrael was a lot younger, they watched the anime together and he liked it so much that he demanded they watch it every time it's Raphael's turn to babysit him. He grew out of his Ruri phase once he got older, but unfortunately...it wasn't the same for Raphael.

If you tell him to wait for you somewhere as a joke, 100% of the time, he would take it seriously and would really wait for you there. Rain or shine, even if it's really cold outside, he'd be there. (He has a hard time distinguishing jokes so it's best to just say things to him in earnest.).

One time, Seraphiel forgot him in the human world while he was on the run from a persistent vegetable stall owner(Sera had promised Azzy that he would take him to one of his missions). It had been 2 days and Raphael had been losing his mind looking for their youngest one when Michael chanced upon Azrael on the very spot Sera told him to wait on, not moving even an inch. Aside from the rare time the mild-mannered Avatar of Charity had unleashed his rage, it had been a cautionary tale for the other Virtues to ALWAYS be sincere with Azrael from then on.

Would be the type to follow a stranger in their white van if he's bribed with candy. He's too trusting for his own good.

Because he has a child's innocence in an adult's body, he's surprisingly popular with "oneesans".

And since he earnestly listens to Gabriel's seduction lessons...it wouldn't be a surprise if he would be a lady killer (albeit unintentional) when he gets older.

Is good with his hands. He likes painting and making handicrafts in his spare time.

Raphael's hair pins, Seraphiel's earrings and Michael's favourite brooch are among his many creations.

Was good friends with some famous artists like Leonardo da Vinci, Vincent Van Gogh and Pablo Picasso, whom he met on some of his assignments. Meeting them again in the afterlife was bittersweet.

Like Seraphiel, he believes in the importance of treasuring the present. Although every being in this world has an end, it doesn't necessarily mean that one should only dwell on the end. Acknowledging the transience of life and treasuring those rare fateful encounters, he believes is what was important. Though the friends he made in the mortal world may never remember him as he ferries their souls to the afterlife, it doesn't depreciate the value of the memories and bonds they shared when they were still living.

Though he could know almost everyone's "expiration" if he wants to, he doesn't really use those powers unless necessary. Some things are better left unknown.

He has an ever growing journal of every soul he had guided to the afterlife. In the ever silent night, when humanity is slumbering, he offers an elegy for the dead...even those long gone and long forgotten. Even if it were only him that would remember them, he didn't mind. In fact, he wanted to be the one who would never forget. Every life matters, even the lives that had already found peace in the afterlife. If even the person themself couldn't remember their hardships in the mortal world, he believes it is his job to remember for them. He's stubborn and hard-headed like that.

Of all the traits he had to inherit from their third eldest, it had to be his disregard for his own well-being. He also shares Michael's tendency to overwork himself and Uriel's fondness for pancakes. Thankfully despite it all, he's growing up as a fine young man.

[bbnibini]

RAPHAEL, AVATAR OF BLUSHING HUMILITY (TO COUNTER PRIDE)

(ao3 vers.)

The third eldest (after Cain and before Uriel)

Looks like a playboy but is actually really really shy around girls (looks can be deceiving!)

Is the type who blushes when you compliment him. He lives up to his name after all.

Doesn’t like it when the attention is on him, and can only concentrate on his work when he is alone. He’s self-conscious like that.

His name means “It is God who has healed”. And again, lives up to his name since he acts as the main healer/doctor in Heaven. To accommodate with the modern times, he updates his medical knowledge every 10 years by studying medicine in the human world. Is a hard worker but knows his limits unlike a certain archangel (cough Michael).

He is also the protector of weddings and conjugal love so he often answers prayers from married couples. Raphael really values the sanctity of marriage and does his best to make married couples last. Due to this, he gets saddened, and sometimes even cries when a marriage united by God had been broken.

Has very high empathy and cries at the littlest things. The literal definition of a soft boi.

Suffers the brunt of Uriel’s antics due to the closeness of their lines of work from each other. If he complains he’s tired, 70% of the time, (post-snap)Uriel is the reason for his stress.

The remaining 30% is Gabriel’s doing.

Combined together and it’s Raphael’s living nightmare.

Really tries his best to contain the sexual deviant that is the Avatar of Chastity. (ironic)

Such attempts consist of him driving the said deviant away from the cherubs, Luke and Azrael. (Must protect the children!)

…and giving him the death stare when Uriel attempts to open his mouth in front of Michael when the latter asks for “suggestions”. (grandpa is tired already and doesn’t need the additional stress).

“Don’t have sex. Because you will get pregnant and DIE.” 

If he doesn’t do damage control, no one will. Michael is too busy, Cain is too doting and Seraphiel just…gave up. Azrael is only a few hundred years old. What if he learns from his brothers’ bad examples?

The disappointed and unappreciated(?) single mom of the group.

Likes brewing tea. Often brews tea to go with Luke’s sweets.

Is good friends with Simeon. Also not good with human technology outside of medicine like his friend(though not as bad as Simeon).

Keeps a stash of lollipops for his little patients and often gives some to Azrael after the young boy’s angel-of-death training with Michael. Since Azrael wouldn’t accept them without reason, he usually makes an excuse that the Avatar of Patience needs “a checkup every time after training”. He knows how harshly Azrael treats himself sometimes so he liked to at least cheer him up a little by giving him his favourite sweets.

A bit of a health nut, but since he has child patients, he often makes his concocted medicines a lot more palatable for their taste buds. He often mixes his herbs and concoctions in snacks and desserts to get children to drink their medication.

He also realised this is the best way for Seraphiel to finally eat the vegetables he hates so much. Of course, he does so without the Avatar of Temperance’s knowing.

The unofficial baker for the Virtues. Likes teaching Luke how to bake in his free time.

If you want to see something adorable, tell him “Great job!” or “I really appreciate you.”

Expect a human tomato with teary eyes, and overall just a sputtering mess.

Self-deprecation.exe

Rather than his angel form, he likes using his human form more. He’s especially fond of wearing labcoats. He thinks the clothes in the Celestial Realm are too flashy for him.

As long as you don’t pay attention to him, he’s easily one of the most powerful angels in Heaven. But due to his shyness, he’s usually content with standing by in the sidelines.

Is probably an otaku. Seraphiel briefly saw him holding out a weird looking glowing wand while chanting “Roo Rye-chin is bay” in his office once. Raphael avoided him for 3 days straight after the incident.

His mint green hair gets disheveled while working so he started tying it up. Azrael also gifted him with some hair pins to keep the hair out of the way and he liked it so much that he started growing his hair longer so he can use it everyday.

Had some beef with Asmodeus back in the day but they seem to have a neutral relationship now.

…Raphael has no idea why he always gets entangled with lascivious personalities either.

Illnesses do not always have to be physical. Raphael also pacifies those with troubled minds. If you pray to him when you have some mental ailments, or even anxieties, he would always offer an ear to listen. Oftentimes, he couldn’t help but absorb your negative energy, which he usually expresses through crying. Even so, if he knows listening to your prayers would ease even a bit of your pain, he will always be willing to help you.

Also the patron angel for the blind. These days, he couldn’t heal the blind while on incognito unlike the old days, so he instead helps researchers or doctors sometimes when treating blind or partially blind patients. He also does this in other fields of medicine. If he discovers a way to treat an illness and along with it, gains Michael’s approval to interfere with the humans, he will do so by offering information, or sometimes, he appears in researcher’s or doctor’s thoughts or dreams so they could take credit for the information themselves. If a medical discovery was discovered in serendipity, 90% of the time, it was due to Raphael’s interference.

He doesn’t have any preferences for food. He would be happy to eat anything as long as it’s healthy and filling.

Often goes foraging in the human world as an excuse to find rare herbs and plants he can use in his medicine.

His medical knowledge (especially potion making) often attracts the attention of witches. Since he has almost zero social skills especially  in dealing with the opposite sex, he uses Michael as a shield so he wouldn’t deal with them.

Michael’s office is a fortress in itself. Once you promise to help him out with his work, good luck getting out alive. (He doesn’t mind though. It’s a lot better than dealing with girls).

Probably bumped into Levi a few times when going to Ruri-themed events.

He tests the medicine he makes on himself before using it on his patients. Due to this, he is resistant, and even immune to some poisons.

If he coops himself up in his clinic for more than a week, he’s most likely in quarantine from whatever deadly side effect his experiment-of-the-month brought upon.

He has little regard for his own well-being, and often prioritises other people over himself. Despite his timidity and shyness, he is quite daring, perhaps even careless if the other party involved is himself.

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SERAPHIEL, AVATAR OF SMUG TEMPERANCE (TO COUNTER GLUTTONY)

(ao3 vers.)

In this AU, he is a combination of the Angel of Prayer, Selaphiel and the chief of the Seraphim in the apocryphal book of Enoch, Seraphiel.

Is the tallest of the 7 Virtues. (200 cm) Also the second youngest.

A very picky eater. Detests vegetables with a burning passion.

Sharp-tongued, but means well.

This bad boy can roast you so hard, your self-esteem would turn into the negatives so much that you’d throw yourself to avici to repent for being the pathetic waste of space you are (You’re not. You matter and you’re loved.♡)

A terrible cook but won’t admit it.

Has a talent for catching people doing out-of-context things and because of it, his constant mood is lawful tired.

Looks like he can kill you and WILL kill you.

Being the angel of prayer makes one a cynic at some point. He’d seen humanity screw themselves over so many times he just…lost hope.

Despite this, he still loves humanity and roots for even the most sinful of humans to do good. A jaded person he may be, but he still believes in innate goodness.

Has a soft spot for hard workers like Michael and Lucifer. He likes seeing people who are dedicated to their work and their dreams.

In contrast, he despises lazy and “foolish” people.

Had never been seen drunk (for obvious reasons) but according to Michael, he can’t take alcohol very well and gets drunk really easily (think one sip or even less).

At one point, he trained as a Buddhist monk in the human world for a certain assignment. Azrael is currently on the hunt for the rare photo of his senpai in his disguise (aka Bald Smug Angel).

Is used to an ascetic lifestyle so he prefers a minimalistic design in his office. He appreciates Raphael, who shares the same sentiments and they are known to get along really well.

Very perceptive and observant. The unofficial informant of Heaven. Knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t find any amusement in using what he knows against other people though. In fact, he dislikes people who does.

Has heterochromia. One of his eyes is silver (left) and the other amber(right). (Unfortunately, the picrew I used for him doesn’t showcase that).

He isn’t really a tsundere. He’s sharp-tongued but he’s blunt and never hides his feelings. He knows how to read the atmosphere well and would never insult anyone over a small thing. True, his brash way of wording things might hurt but he would never say things out of malice. If you tell him you’re uncomfortable with his way of speaking or that you got hurt by his words, he will apologise to you in a heartbeat and admit he is wrong.

For some reason, children and small animals do not like him, which really hurt him because he’s really fond of both.

Luke, for one is really intimidated by him…which he finds sad since the little angel reminds him so much of a small dog. He just wants to headpat him even once. #LetSeraHeadpattheChihuahua

It’s said that his training in the monastery is the reason for his aversion to vegetables. A certain source (Michael) said that the Avatar of Temperance had nothing to eat but vegetables for several years that he got really sick of it.

His favourite food is cheese and crackers. (Also Calorie Mate). Raphael often scolds him to stop eating saltines every time since it isn’t healthy.

Is probably that one kid in school who always has Lunchables for recess. (He only eats the crackers and cheese. The rest of the snacks are given to Azrael and Luke).

Would be a really cheap date. Would probably hand you a kettle and cup ramen and expect to be thanked for the “extravagant meal”.

What he lacks in extravagance, he makes up for his consideration. He’s an extremely attentive date and would always aim to please you and make you comfortable. Walking on the pavement? He’d smoothly put himself on the side near the traffic to shield you from any potential danger. Feeling cold? Say no more. His coat is yours. Want to initiate skinship but you’re feeling shy? Girl, he got you.

The CEO of consent

Shockingly enough, he’s a very affectionate lover. He’d go out of his way to find out your love language and remind you how much he loves you and cares for you.

He believes communication is the key to a lasting relationship and encourages you to say your thoughts out. If he promises he won’t judge you, he really wouldn’t. He may not be the kindest angel he knows, but he knows damn well how to respect the person he loves.

Overall, his route probably has the least drama since he tries his best to be open and honest with you. He knows what he wants and he wouldn’t let a chance to be with you slip by with his second thoughts and insecurities. He focuses on the present instead. He knows he has a lot of flaws he should fix, and is willing to improve himself.

Doesn’t love in a smothering way and isn’t really the jealous type. Rather, he likes lifting you up and celebrating your strengths. He loves you as your own person and knows you’d be fine on your own even without him, and vice versa.

If for some reason, your relationship with him doesn’t work out, he’d probably still remain as a friend who genuinely cares for your well-being. Just because the relationship ended doesn’t mean he stopped caring. Rather, the way he did changed instead.

All-in-all, smug he may be but he is also a v good boy.

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To everyone who followed to read the Obey Me! CYOA

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The Angels They Called “Azrael” (The First and Current Azrael’s Backstory) (part 1/present Azrael general HCs here)

The First "Azrael"

Dealing with the Celestial War's aftermath had been a painful yet needed transition to normalcy---friends and family were lost, ties were broken and grief laid heavy on everyone's hearts. Michael did all he could to reduce casualties, worked harder than he ever did yet he still felt empty. Azrael is gone and no amount of prayer can ever get her back. So many more deaths of course resulted from the war, but his biased feelings couldn't help but concentrate on an old friend. She had been one of the first angels to be appointed to Heaven like he was. They went through a lot together and also grieved over friends long passed.

To think the Angel of Death herself would succumb to her own domain---he had to thank his millennia of experience to at least keep a trained stoicness. If he shows even an ounce of disturbance, the already low morale in Heaven would only worsen.

He only wished his former brothers were safe and the fallen angel they protected as well.

Would it be devilish of him to wish happiness upon one of the instigators of the Celestial War? No matter how hard he tried, he could never seem to hate Lucifer. He was a friend. Family. No matter which form he would take, his affections for him and his siblings would never change. Just because they had taken a new form didn't mean that they are evil---straying perhaps, selfish even. But their hearts would always carry the kindness and gentleness of an angel's love: unselfish, encompassing as if emulating God themself. He'd rather look at the brighter side of things than lament over what had been lost. After all, their rebellion encouraged reformations of Heaven's outdated system.

"A succession system"

Expected mixed responses--after all, he had been refining this proposal with Azrael for years. Contingency plans had been laid out in case this scenario happens. Azrael had always been fussy like that, and now looking back, he was rather thankful.

Training successors upon one's death and allowing their protégé to take over their name? It was unheard of until now. Death was almost a foreign concept to angels, especially ones of the current generation. They had never experienced the clumsy yet thoughtful creations of their one and only God, His stumbles, His failures and almost childlike curiosity and innocence. His love however remained unchanging even as the war ended, listening with a kind and attentive ear despite the sea of protests emerging from His own 'child's' ridiculous proposal.

"With all due respect Michael, your suggestion is already unheard of, yet am I hearing this correctly? A human successor? Are you out of your mind?" cried Metatron.

Understandable. Humans are excellent vessels for sin, so easily swayed and corrupted by evil yet loved nonetheless by their own Creator. Undeserving are most of them of His mercy, repeating mistakes of their ancestors in a tiring and seemingly endless cycle. However...their overwhelming capacity for change was indubitable. An angel will always be guided by the light, unquestioning of God's teachings and promising eternal servitude. Demons are the opposite---capable of only evil and sin, tempting and beguiling with no chance of redemption. Humans however are capable of both, teetering on the edges of good and evil and paving their own path, their own definition of morality: the embodiment of hope.

"Only the purest human soul will be chosen--carrying the goodness of God, one must have overcome the hardships evil placed upon them untainted." he repeated the words of Azrael in her proposal and even passed on her dying wish to the council. He saw a smile faltering from one of the familiar faces of his brothers, that of the young Simeon observing their discussions with curious interest. Well.

At least one of them was considering it.

Needless to say, it took numerous revisions of the succession proposal before it was finally approved. As promised, a soul was chosen from the humans to ascend---the purest of souls, untainted despite numerous hardships.

He had no name of his own, thrust in the throes of their own war as a young soldier meant to be forgotten in his passing. He received disdain and tasted isolation for his unusual features, yet he carried not even an ounce of hatred in his body for the ones who persecuted him. They called that nameless child ██████████.

That child never learned of love nor hatred---the blankest and purest of souls. A war child whose innocence accounts for his own inexperience. He died too early to learn of good and evil.

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Michael was beginning to realise that fulfilling his friend's dying wish might be a mistake.

Present Azrael

The only known human protégé. To respect the former Azrael's dying wish, he had been chosen as the new Azrael to carry out his predecessor's duties and legacy.

Was originally a war child. Had the "purest soul" in his time largely due to the fact that he died too early to be influenced by right and wrong.

Upon ascending and being a complete Celestial, his body was forced to take an adult form (most likely causing him a lot of pain and mental strain), although his childlike innocence remained intact. Michael and his brothers tried their best to delay his duties as an Avatar of Virtue due to this.

He is the first and last human to ever be considered as an angel protégé. This is the compromise the Council of Angels have decided upon by considering the first Azrael's dying wish. The current Azrael believes that that may change if he continues "doing his best".

Isn't very good with distinguishing his emotions. Being an Angel of Death could often times be really stressful and taxing, and the only indication that Azrael is ever affected by it is when he asks his brothers why "he's feeling really tired". Oftentimes, he would just suddenly cry and he doesn't really know why.

He feels like because he was originally a human, he has to work extra hard to keep up with his brothers and colleagues. He has a tendency to overdo it, however.

Is extremely adept at combat because of his past life. He often prays for the enemies he had killed in battle and mourns for their death, thinking "No one deserves to be forgotten." He believes that if he mourns for them, at least their lives will never be in vain.

Started liking sweets because of Michael. His favourite food are the macarons the Angel of Charity had baked for him as a "welcome present". He also likes eating pancakes with his older brother, Uriel.

Speaks in a very formal tone with everyone. It's become a habit at this point.

Despite having an adult body, he is still a child at heart. Michael says it will take a while for his mentality to adjust with his body. (I don't really want to give a clear age of when human Azrael died, but I'd say before he even reached teenage years). He has the innocence and the mentality of a slightly pedantic young child.

Despite being forced to grow up twice in his two lifetimes, Azrael doesn't hold any resentment. When asked by Michael if he wishes to retain memories of his past life, he answered, in a very nonchalant way: "I do not really mind either way, big brother."

He hasn't experienced what it was like to be a child in his past life so he decided to relish his more peaceful times in Heaven. He happily experiences all that heaven has to offer and is a very willing learner.

He remembered being a servant in his past life before being deployed into war. His master was an artist and he learned how to paint and sculpt by observing him(although he only put it to good use once he became an angel because he wasn't allowed to touch anything in his master's workshop). Handicrafts just came naturally to him once he became an angel. He says "It's very relaxing".

Having experienced hardships in his past life, he learned how to value the present. He was unsmiling and expressionless when he was brought to heaven, but by opening up to his brothers, he slowly learned how to smile from the bottom of his heart.

Considers Luke as his closest friend. They met each other as cherubs in angel school. Azrael is one of the reasons why Luke wants to improve his baking skills.

He was persecuted for his unusual features when he was human. He doesn't hold any ill will to those who hurt him, but because of his experiences, he resents his eye colour as it reminded him of blood and war. Similarly, he doesn't like how red eyes are quite a common physical feature for demons, especially considering the lives he had taken in war. It just holds too much coincidental implications, and he'd rather not consider the thought.

He sees his second life as a lifelong atonement for his past sins. Now that he is an angel, he wanted to act the part and treat everyone with kindness and warmth--- something that even he wasn't privy to. It doesn't mean that he couldn't learn though, and he rather looked forward to it.

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Oh, Brother! (Lucifer)

Accompanying fic for the HC, Brother Dearest. Full version can be read here.

I consider myself to be a rather self-sufficient person. It was a fruit of years of conditioning brought upon by my unique, personal circumstances. You may also say that it is my inclination to exhibit such behaviour because of my personality. But while I make long-winded introductions that segues even further from the point I was making, let me, as my brothers say, "cut to the chase":

I have no idea what in Devildom is going on. Sets of eyes looked at me expectantly, and I did as I usually do when I am dragooned into unforeseen…problems.