#celestial council

[nothingbutlimbo]

ALL SOLAR SYSTEM CHARACTERS ARE DONE ✨✨✨✨✨✨

[psychomusic]

oc time again! + her town & culture (heavily inspired by pre-roman italic populations)

she is suri sauthon (later suri laran, after her marriage). her story is linked to my swtor imperial agent, but most of her life for like. the one year away where she meets him, is spent in a town in the mountains of mirial.

despite mirial being cold and desert, and many cities developing underground, her town flourishes thanks to a force nexus, venerated in the form of an ancient, sacred, alive crystal. the ecosystem of that mountain depended on what "the horned crystal" was capable of giving them, but mirialans couldn't live off of that alone, so they developed trade and some rudimental technology, even if oftentimes it was bought thanks to the highly profitable trade of a plant used to make medicines that slowed down aging and had overall healing properties.

note: everything that's generated by this nexus has these healing properties BUT they have to be processed, except for those who bathed in the waters of the cavity under the crystal - the "real" nexus, but not the worshipped one. the waters were sacred but they were not thought to be miraculous, unlike the crystal, who instead was thought of as the keystone of the ecosystem: without it, everything would fall apart (and that is partially true: the cavity was the "real" nexus but thanks to the crystal, also strong in the force, the properties were spread all over the mountains). those who bathed in the cavity's waters - so, all of the town, who had a sort of baptism there - could eat the plant, make whatever food with it, and not only that plant, but everything generated by the nexus, that, again, had similar properties. this allowed people to live up to normal life-spans without advanced medicines or, much, really. to those who didn't live there, though, after the processing, had incredible effects, slowing down aging - for those who took it regularly - and making people able to live up to half a century more than the average]

originally, there were four tribes of nomads that lived thanks to horned farm animals that decided to settle down into one bigger town and other smaller settlements, to live off of transhumance. this division of the tribes stayed into the political and social organization: every person belonged to one tribe specifically, and had slightly different rituals and culture. for examples, each tribe had their own priests and healers, with different techniques and traditions. the town, tho, was guided by a group of people in the high priesthood, a position you could reach only by having earned the trust of all tribes. those high priests had many roles: they guided the people into sacred processions common to all the tribes, they managed the trading with outsiders, they did the maintenance of the temple of the summit (the one that functioned as casket to the crystal) and created a special liquid to offer the crystal that helps it grow.

this particular temple was important because 1. it was very visible, from every angle of the town, and it became an important identity symbol; 2. it stored the venerated horned crystal; 3. it had the altar where sacrifices were made for the crystals. that altar had a hole connected to the cavity, that allowed the liquids to reach the underground; 4. it had various symbols: statues representing each tribe + the high priesthood, and typical mirialan tattoos carved into the wood of the trees that served as columns for the temple, symbolizing 8 values that who dared to enter HAD to have; 5. it was on the way to an important lake (called "mother lake" because the lake the town was built around to depended on the waters of that other lake) where they traveled to in important processions; 6. it was said that a the wizard who unified the tribes made it with its magic, making the plant grow to hold the temple's roof. this wizard was, actually, a force user, obv.

BACK TO HER THOUGH: she's daughter of one of the high priests, who was in charge of managing the trades with outsiders, and lives in a house on the mountains with her mother and him. her parents are from different tribes (that's one of the things that earned him trust from the 4 tribes): when a child is born from two different tribes, they don't pick one to allign to, but they're usually linked automatically to the one with more relatives in it (in her case, the father's tribe: she had many uncles and aunts on his side while her mom only had one sister).

later, though, she got quite tied to her mother's tribe due to a mysterious illness that only her mother's tribe healer was able to cure. she spent 4 years (from 10 to 14 years old) living with the healer and learned her secrets. to better study, she wrote them down. when she returned home, she studied to become a priestess with her father. at 22 (the average age: you can't become priest before your 20s), she was supposed to take a test and become a priestess, but the healer of her mother's tribe died and the tribe asked her to take her place. she couldn't technically do that, but both tribes estimated both her and her parents and she was allowed to become both. she then decided to try to become a high priestess, and became one at 25 (a quite young age). being part of the council, she tried to convince the various tribe healers to unite their knowledges and write them down, and eventually made it. healers still remained tribe based but they now had an "upper, inter-tribe level" similar to high priesthood.

years later, the sacred horned crystal is stolen from the temple by some Hutt mercenaries looking for a profit. given the trust she has earned from all the tribes and the fact that her father is the high priest that deals with outsiders (and she's been hearing stories and advice about it since she was little), she is the one tasked with getting it back. without the growing crystal, the keystone to their ecosystem, the village would have lasted only a few years. in hrr quest, she meets imperial intelligence agent tar'x laran and, as they "solve the mystery" and fight to have it back, they get closer. they'll get married and have a daughter, Vegoia (who's the only one who actually will get to the plot of my story. this was all background)

[fairydares]

I still think it’s funny that Virgo’s contract with Everlue was voided when he got arrested. She was like, “I’ll stand by you through kidnapping, sexual harassment, and illegal acts of obscene greed, but I draw the line at getting caught...loser.”

[tlwebb]

[redacted-coiner]

Can you make pixel emotes of these ficto-religions, etc that I made? No rush with them ! https://www.tumblr.com/hostfulchaos/750316154911883264/the-celestial-pantheon?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/hostfulchaos/745155276534153216/the-undesired-council?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/hostfulchaos/744031354521600000/poppys-angels?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/hostfulchaos/743989174707896320/playtimeaffectis?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/hostfulchaos/743982577207181312/alderplaytime?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/hostfulchaos/743968055105814528/a-poppy-playtime-otherkinfictionkin-flag?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/hostfulchaos/743942060841828352/decided-to-make-a-poppy-playtime-age-regression?source=share

The Celestial Pantheon, Poppy's Angels, The Undesired Council

Playtimeaffectis, Alderplaytime

Poppy Playtime Otherkin, Poppy Playtime agere

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[shiroi---kumo]

The relationship between Lord Helakanpunainen Aurinko and Piipsa Hopea Sumu was strained at best. Both men were effectively the whole of Misterica's government as they were both the heads of their respective halves. Aurinko lead most of the government, as he was Misterica's King and leader of the Royal Family while Sumu handled everything dealing with the religion and spiritual in nature as he was the leader of the Religious Council and Misterica's Church.

Aurinko and Sumu met at least once a week to discuss the well being of their kingdom and how they wanted to proceed in concerns to things like relations with Windaria, the Child of White, and laws and regulations that dictated how Misterica functioned as a whole. Aurinko handled most of these things, including the Royal Knights who were headed by his prime bind, Sininen Taivas.

Sumu handled all things surrounding the church and it's patrons and was considered Speaker of the Celestial Mother, Tiamat - herself. Sumu was also in charge of most festivals and rituals that were religious in nature. The Church was also in charge of all things involving The Child of White - which caused tension between Sumu and Aurinko.

The problem here was that Misterica's religion dictated the Child of White as Misterica's savior of legend and as such Sumu and the Church saw him as a religious artifact and treated him as such, meanwhile The Child of White was also none other than Aurinko's youngest son, Valkoinen Pilvi. This put a rift between the two when Sumu wanted to command the artifact and Aurinko wanted to protect his son.

It caused the two to butt heads often because their versions of what was best for Misterica and her people were vastly different from one another. Yet somehow, one way or another, Sumu managed to get Aurinko to agree with him on most things....

[journey-to-the-attic]

Holy shit that chronodae lore drop just made God so much more sinister. Why is he pretending to be an overseer? What did he do to the proto-angels? Is he FEEDING on the angels somehow?? What's his plan here?!?!?

hahaha.... well who knows :)

[lunarcovehq]

Meena Raja is a vampire that currently resides in Celestial Hills and has been a Lunar Cove resident for 211 years but she’s been wanting her husband to drop dead for far longer than that.

ITS THE END OF THE WORLD

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

DATE OF BIRTH: February 15, 1787

OCCUPATION: Mayor & Head of the Country Club

FACECLAIM: Simone Ashley

AS WE KNOW IT, AND I FEEL FINE

SPECIES: Vampire

CLAN POSITION: Leader

AGE AT TRANSFORMATION: 28

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, MEENA SURYA RAJA

Trigger Warnings: Classism, Implications of Racism, Blood, Violence, Murder 

Try as Meena might, but ever since she was a little girl, it seemed nearly impossible not to feel as if she was an imposter in her own skin. She barely had any recollection of her birth father, but the first thing she ever remembered being told was how she was the spitting image of him. She had his overly expressive eyes, the same slight up tilt of a smile and they both possessed an infectious laugh that was practically physical. Their shoulders would shake as they both would toss back their heads and an almost musical sense of mirth would flow out of them. Apparently, that’s how he had been when she had been born. The embodiment of happiness during the Thottil ceremony when they chose her name, reciting it three times each and drawing it out on a platter of rice. He was a self-made man who had worked his way up to being one of the wealthiest men in England and, although the Rajas were guests to all of the most exclusive social gatherings among the ton, it was hard not to notice, when sat shoulder to shoulder in aristocratic ballrooms, that their lack of title made them albeit undesirably ones. 

And, as if the occasionally ill-mannered comment or roll of the eyes didn’t get the point across, the way Meena had spent her first two seasons, back pressed up against the wall in the corner of the room did. But, while the other wallflowers fidgeted back and forth on their heels, their eyes glued to the empty dance cards in hand- Meena had other plans. She knew what the rest of the ton thought of her and she knew that her prospects of marriage were slim to none. Something that bothered her during her first entrance into society, but with the recent passing of her father, her later spinsterhood and, with a great sum of fortune now falling into that her and her mother’s laps, she was fairly set on the idea, much to her mother’s dismay, of separating herself from the ton in its entirety.

They might not accept her as one of them, but there had been a boy out there who had. Having worked down at one of the most exclusive gambling houses in the city, Sébastien had hardly been the type of man a young witch, such as herself, should be consorting with and, yet, she couldn’t help, but pass him glances whenever she caught his gaze or lose her chaperon in the crowd during a trip to the Pleasure Gardens, a popular amusement park at the time in which men and women from all social statuses who could afford entry could meet. She had been, naively so, entirely too infatuated with him and she learned her lesson in the end. 

It should have been a night like any other. Meena had finally managed to sneak away from the crowd she had come with, all too thankful for the unlit dark walk to their typical meeting spot, only for her blood to run cold the moment she turned the corner. The man she had thought she had been falling in love with was bleeding out before her on the ground with a familiar face standing above him. One belonging to a Theodore Moore, the son of a duke and notorious rake who was rumored to in debt to over half of London with no way to pay those he had borrowed from back and was apparently... a vampire? His fangs on full display as he eyed her cautiously, taking a step back from the other’s body as he tried to explain himself. To say his explanation went in through one ear and out the other, was putting it lightly, but from what Meena had picked up from Theodore’s hastened words and the weapons she found on Sébastien as she applied pressure to the wound Theo had torn into Sébastien's neck- the man she had been courting had been a hunter. He had been tracking Teddy for quite some time and likely had been tracking her. The news was quite a lot to process and she assumed she probably would, process it all, at a later date, but in the moment all she could think about was saving him and, so she asked Teddy nicely, to which he scoffed in reply rightfully so. The man bleeding out on her lap was on the brink of death and why should he help him anyway or her for that matter? If she even dared to tell anyone what had happened there or what he was, he could ruin her in a matter of seconds. Only, the clever witch that she was proposed a deal she knew the vampire wouldn’t be able to refuse.

He was a man of title in desperate need of a fortune. A fortune she herself could provide. They could help each other, if only he helped her first. It was tempting of an offer enough, but Theo wasn’t inclined to heal a hunter and send them on their merry way to kill again, so instead he offered to turn the poor sap instead. That way the man Meena was so desperate to save would live on while he’d get the satisfaction of watching the human whom had tried to kill him be forced to live as the species they hated most. It seemed like a fair addendum to him and, although Meena knew in her gut that Sébastien would prefer to die that day, she made the deal.

The next thing she knew, she was getting engaged. The marriage between her and Theodore was a marriage of convenience. But, it made her mother happy at least, to see her daughter finally paired off in this world, and, a year later, the vampire that was her husband finally fulfilled the last end of the bargain they had made that day. He reluctantly turned her as he said he would. She had insisted upon it, although she had wanted a few more years of being a witch before he did. But, she’d be damned if she died as a mortal and let him live on with her father’s fortune and her inheritance. No. If Sébastien and him would live forever, she would too, even if it was primarily out of spite. 

And the next couple centuries continued on just like that. Her and Sébastien kept their distance, his resentment apparent at the choice she had made for his life. While she traveled across the sea to meet up with Theodore and started to dominate the social scene. Her husband vying for the role of Clan Leader while she took on the role of his Second in Command, enjoying the luxuries her new life brought her while also feeling relegated into the shadows of the man she stood beside. While he helped form the first safe haven for their kind, she felt like nothing more than a pretty face linked on his arm. Theo was charismatic and confident with an almost addictive wit that couldn’t help, but pull you in. It was no wonder the clan members looked up to him. But, with his charm and what seemed on the outside as endearing confidence, came a cocky bluntness as he denounced her advice at each turn. He’d rather seek comfort from other women in his bed than that of his wife and, although she knew it shouldn’t bother her- it wasn’t as if she didn’t have a handful of lovers of her own, she felt herself loosing any semblance of the identity she once held. Sure, she was probably the most talented Siphoner of the group, curtesy of her witch origins, but other than that, she found herself beginning to question if she truly had anything to offer besides her captivating looks and hefty credit card? 

That was until her life got flipped upside once more. In March of 2022, Meena awoke in the dead of night to find a severed heart left in a box on her front stoop and, from the agonizing pain she felt in her chest, it didn’t take long to deduce whom it belonged to- her sire and once husband. She should have been devastated and that wasn’t to say that she didn’t feel his loss. After all, Teddy had been one of the few people still in her life who remembered her back when she had been mortal. They may have fallen into each other’s lives out of circumstance and financial gain and she may have wanted to kill him, as she imagined he probably had her on a daily basis, given the amount of time they spent bickered, but they had, in their own weird twisted way, grown to love each other. But, she didn’t grieve the way she probably should have.

Instead, she decided to take a chapter out of Teddy’s own playbook and honor him by using his death to her advantage. She was still his second in command, which meant that now she was in charge. It was her Clan for the taking and it was her chance to get the spark she once had back. She may still have doubts about her capabilities to fill the man before her’s shoes, but that didn’t stop her from taking his place nor did it stop her from putting together a quick-turn campaign to run for Mayor after the old guy in charge bite the dust. Meena may be in over her head, but no one can deny that the magnetic new mayor and clan leader is determined.

[judahmaccabees]

The higher law will protect you just as the material law ought.

The Elohim will leave if you keep treating us as slaves.

The highest law known thus far to man is given:

[k0k0-library]

About the Devildom's Great Council #0

No. 0 of The Great Council-The fool/傻瓜/바보

Name: Shǎguā-Xiǎo Měirényú Birthday: March First- National Pig Day Race: Demon Gender: Female (mtf) Sexuality: Trans + Panromantic Age: 104,000 moons (about 8,000 human years) Spirit Animal: Hereford Pig Assigned fairytale: The little mermaid-Danish fairytale Likes: New ideas, Hard chalanges, Ambitious people, Freedom Dislikes: Hesitant people, Bad choices, Bad habits Power: High Hopes- She has wnough confidence to "move the fucking Celestial Realm off its hinges" (quote by No. 13)

Based on The Fool in Tarot cards, or rather the other way around, Shagua is a dreamer and a high achiever. She is a very sensitive person and will usually rather reflect on things than jump straight into a confrontation.

Speaking of wich, she was the first one to be chosen in the council by Mox exactly because of her rational and emotional intelligence. Shagua pays attention to every single detail when she needs to take a decision and will never forget the importance of her role. While others would most likely get corrupt by the power, she stays true to her nature and lets her inner wisdom guide her when her eyes are blinded by greed.

Taking all this into account, please don't think that she is some sophisticated, serious person. Quite the contrary. Shagua is carefree and sweet, with a personality of gold. "She is our little ray of sunshine" (quote by Barbatos). Yes indeed, she is like sunshine that comes by your window after a very cloudy day when you believed sunshine will never come again. And yet it did.

Her power is called High Hopes and works as a support spell that gives people around her a boost of confidence and reliability on her. People that are under the effect of HH can experience difficulty in physical jobs, but their mind and their inner self are healthier and stronger than ever.

"She has enough confidence to move the fucking mountains, but enough doubts that she will ponder on the consequences" (quote by Mox)/ While her power indeed is very helpful, especially to individuals who have a more mentally draining situation, when the effect wears off, you start to doubt everything you did while HH was in full strength. This makes you crave it more... then more... then again more, like a narcotic drug.

She is a very sociable person and an active member of Devilgram, unlike some of her colleagues. Oh if she had a grimm everytime No. 20 told her she is too old to spend so much time on social media... she'd be richer than the witches that hunt Mammon down for money. She has two accounts: @Shaguaa_pig in which she behaves like a foodie and posts whenever she is out eating something, everything that looks good and sometimes even short videos of her making some snacks for herself. She loves food, that's for sure. Maybe she'll try human cuisine too (yet she is afraid to ask Solomon for help); and @MeiMei which she uses to chat with close friends and very rarely post a picture of herself.

Speaking about appearances, she is a very comfortable character... she is known to wear colorfully and lively patterned sweaters in cold weather, and if it is warm outside, large and thin robes paired with a straw hat. To protect the precious baby from the sun. (No 8: what baby? No 0: Me... I'm the baby)

Her demon form, or how we know it from now, formal attire, is her wearing a more refined dress that has a bell shaped lower part and in which the upper part is backless to let her wings flutter as she wishes. Yes, she has wings, but they are too small to help her fly, they are more like a decoration of some sort. She loves them though, nd would never trade them for a tail if she had the possibility.

Because her spirit animal is a pig, her horns are small, thick, the tip pointing downward as a Hareford breed's ears. As accessories, many would notice the string that is tied in between her horns. If the sstrnig is not there... run. Run for your life bae, cus it means someone ate her food- no I'm kidding. She most likely found out someone's family is abusive and wants to just "have a little talk with those bastards".

She absolutely loves Turqoise stones as gifts, especially the raw form. This is a nice little gift to give her when you see her angry. Not when the string is broken though.... that thing cannot be represed with a gift; she needs that blood of those who dared to abuse her little baby-

She sees most humans as children, babies. She will want to protect their lives as long as none hurt others. Shagua would look at someone's grandma and go: "What a sweet, youthfully soul. I wish all the best to you child!" Being a demmon, she doesn't understand why the old person would probably cry because of happiness from her words or be crancky that she mocks them. And poor her would be so confused... "D-did I say something wrong...?"

her favourite colour is Chelsea Cucumber, because it reminds her of the grass in Cloud9.... so green and loucious. So fresh, yet a dull enough green to balance the perfection of life. She's shed a small tear seeing it almost everytime. People around her say she is too sentimential, but I beg to disagree.

She enjoys spring days, as they are the perfect time for a stroll in the heart of the devildom in late afternoon or early evenings. She'd probably drag Jumu there against his will. Poor Jumu... always get's dragged in her shenanigans.

[critterbitter]

SUBMAS MASTERPOST

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Comics/Art List:

A SUBMAS spotify playlist-- Post Hisui Muppet Council

Emmet and eelektross— you and your dog get sent to feudal japan

Ingo and lady sneasler— you weigh like a bag of grapes

Emmet, meet volo

tynamo and emmet’s first meeting (they become friends instantly)

Litwick and ingo’s first meeting (they become enemies immediately)

Aftermath of training

The starters perform care on full grown men

Committing war crimes on both eel and man

Submas kids— the Snack that smiles back, litwick edition

Box shenanigans (caricatures of the children)

Emmet and litwick come to a deal

The difference in starter relationships boggles the mind

Good morning, litwick (good night, lady sneasler.)

Ingo fights his inner envy demons with the communication stick

Coat flapping

You are Beloved, Lampent. That’s all. 

A jackie at gear station

Tynamo evolution blues (this is funny)

The imposter syndrome sets in (it is no longer funny)

Library blues (elesa should be paid for carrying books)

Sassy night light

Happy eel dog

The joyful ordeal of evolution

Eelektrik boa (a gold standard!)

Lampent discovers discourse. This becomes everybody's problem.

Nimbasa trio walk and talk

Couch party (it's poll time!)

SUBMAS AU: Conventional Starters

Lampent is an umbrella, if you squint

Happy Holidays!

Eel-esa outfit (cause, you know, she dresses like an eel. Get it? Get it?)

Scheming

Master of manipulation.

They left Lampent in a Deino's Parking Lot

"These are our Exoskeletons, Elesa."

Chance meeting

Forbidden Lore Unlocked

Introducing Elesa, the New Kid from Sinnoh

Elesa and Blitzle

Outside the crowd

Volume Control

COLLAB: Forgiveness is Electric

Volume Control (Reprise)

Food Exchange

Electric starters

Homesick

Metaphorical and Literal Rat Children

Trouble starters

Snapshots: Route 3

Snapshots: Castelia City

Snapshots: Virbank Complex

Snapshots: Desert Resort

Snapshots: Route 8

Snapshots: Nimbasa City

Snapshots: Celestial Tower

Snapshots: Pinwheel Forest

Snapshots: Route 18

Snapshots: Anville Town

Snapshots: Undella Bay

Snapshots: Flocessy Ranch

Snapshots: Route 10

Snapshots: Driftveil City

Snapshots: Twist Mountain

Snapshots: Relic Passage

Snapshots: Route 6

Snapshots: Opelucid City

Snapshots: Chargestone Cave

Snapshots: Dream Yard

Snapshots: Route 1

Snapshots: Striaton City

Snapshots: Black City

WORLD BUILDING

Giratina and Arceus

[hiccupshypotheticalleftsock]

Listen listen listen,

the celestial council killed Leola because she gave the humans magic (primal magic) and in all their celestialness and future seeing they only saw what would come of it (dark magic/end of the world/no more balance bla bla) but didn’t realise that the act of punishing her would drive Aaravos to look for a way to avenge her (by killing the other star touch elves on the council) and how would he do that?? By inventing a magic that takes power from squishing it out of a creature. And what are startouch elves made of?

I rest my case.

[dear-tortured-adam]

❝ 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩-𝐢𝐬𝐡 ❞ Ver 2

╰┈➤ LOVE ME DESPITE IT ALL? | HEADCANON POST

question : "I didn't know humans were cuter than sheep?" AKA triworlds seeing their beloved sheep... as a human!

requested.by : @ikevampharem

part.s : demon brothers | triworlds | nondateables

pairing.s : Diavolo x MC, Barbatos x MC, Simeon x MC, Solomon x MC, Luke & MC [all separately]

note.s : hihi<33 sorry for the long-awaited delay for part 2!! I was checking through my posts and only remembered that I haven't posted this yet- so pardon for that :'DD

Anyhow, part 2 of the last headcanon post! ^^

How was it like walking on two feet?

That fiasco at the House of Lamentation was quite worrisome, wasn't it? That won't excuse how you still have to attend RAD that day. You have learned that just because it is nearing the end of this exchange program, doesn't quite exempt you from whatever chaos thrown at you or your fellow demon- er.. celestial companions?

Op! Put this on!

You were tossed a new uniform- wow that was oddly convenient. Now's not the time to cast all your worries. Before this sudden transformation was a student council meeting: how convenient. They were duly informed about your situation, though as you walked through those large metal doors, there lies. . .

DIAVOLO ; "Haha! How delightful!"

Diavolo was confident that it was you. Might even boast the fact of how he was one of the first few you managed to know [and remember] what you look like!

What? He chose you, how could he forget?

You human were just as fascinating as when he first heard of you. When formalities are pushed aside, expect him among many others to ask you plenty of questions.

Moreso it is less questions about the curse itself and more of questions about you.

The real you.

Diavolo also found it hilarious how everyone seems to ogle at your looks. Were humans always such a pretty sight? Or was it just you?

Princey here felt more like a giddy child than anything.

He was absolutely entranced — everyone was.

Your human hair framing your face, the way your human skin glows under the lights, how your human eyes have that distinct shine; one that felt more alive.

Sheep-chan was adorable, but you were the one he had been waiting for the most.

The human who caught his eye among many others. Whose paper landed within his and Lucifer's gaze as they struggled to pick the most desirable candidate.

The human, who he wished to have seen a lot sooner.

Diavolo silently laments the fact he only got to experience this at the near end of this program. Not exactly a wasted opportunity, but he truly hoped things would've been different.

And while it marked the end of your stay, the prince was willing to make even your final hours as memorable as he could.

Does it mean letting you spend more time with the brothers? Perhaps so.

He wished it could be different, but like how he had to wait to see your true self—

Maybe he also has to wait before finally spending time with you. Just you two.

BARBATOS ; "It's a pleasure to have you back."

How nice that you've gotten back to your normal self.

Barbatos had foreseen this: how you'd capture everyone's gaze from your earthly allure.

Though, where he was mistaken was how he didn't anticipate that this would happen any sooner.

For once, you gave him such a pleasant surprise.

It felt as if no matter what amount of photos or descriptions he'd witnessed before your encounter, portraying that essence, in reality, was what got him utterly transfixed when your gaze landed on his bright green eyes.

You got him captivated.

Barbatos perishes the thought — that odd tingly swelling in his heart.

There were other things to focus on: are you alright? Have you come to your senses? do you remember anything prior to the program? during? did something trigger the change or are the effects of the curse wearing off?

The butler kindly assists you in whatever aid you need, offering tea and top-grade medicine to cure any symptoms and aftereffects thereafter.

Hm? Oh no, dear, it's not bothersome in the slightest! None of us ever thought you'd turn back before your return to the Human Realm.

Yet he'll never directly implore how he'd wish to see you in this state every once in a while. Perhaps one might conclude that Barbatos... prefers this over the sheep form?

Both aren't different, a symbolic lamb taming the wolf's den.

Barbatos is certain, however, that this won't be the last he'll see of you're true, human self. For sure, you have made quite a significant impact on the brothers during your stay.

Maybe you'd continue on to create fond memories with all of them.

Maybe you'd allow him to steal glances, as an oddly sweet gaze lingers for a second too long.

He looks forward to what's at stake for the upcoming future.

SIMEON ; "Huh... Who's this?"

Aww you look divine!

Naturally, he thought you were one of the lesser-known demon students who just seemed to be well acquainted with the brothers.

So well acquainted to apparently warrant yourself a free look into the student council room unscathed...?

Oh! You were the human exchange student!

That explains why you have a different familiar aura than those around you.

Don't get him wrong- he adores how you look! Sure he thought you were a stranger but he didn't know what you looked like beforehand.

Simeon felt apologetic for that mistake.

If others are singing praises, he speaks out every sorry like a song from the heavens. While you forgave him for the first time, he insists on making it up for you.

After the initial shock, Simeon is mostly focused on other's reactions other than his own.

He takes note of every word, watching as the others gush and fight over you. If he wasn't sorry for his mistake earlier, then he'd absolutely feel sorry for you at this moment.

He wonders how you deal with the brothers on the daily.

Hm... you must be tired.

Simeon wonders why now. Why would you shift back now?

He also carefully picks up on your habits. You're human now yet you act like you're still a plush sheep self. Well, not act- but it's observed in your mannerisms.

No matter the consequence, Simeon is also ready to offer his help, just like the others. He may not understand the gravity of your situation, yet that does not exempt him from catering to your every need.

In the meantime, he laughs out as the brothers cause havoc once more at your expense.

SOLOMON ; "It's just about time, hehe.."

One of the least surprised among all of them.

Come on, it'd be cruel enough to be a human alive down under, but to be that as you take the physical form of a lamb ready for the slaughter? He pities you.

So now when he sees an unfamiliar face whose aura greatly shines as one who bears the pacts of the most powerful demons of the Devildom?

He was undoubtful. It was you.

As witty as the sorcerer was, he felt relieved.

The curse had lifted itself. He considered giving you a long-lasting potion that temporarily restores it during your stay in the Devildom 'in case you need it'.

Solomon would still keep the recipe somewhere in his long stash of... hopefully "edible" concoctions. What? You can't be too sure.

In time you might trigger the sheep's curse once more.

While, yes, it's adorable, you wouldn't wish to risk forgetting all the valuable experiences with them PLUS your life previously, no?

He could already feel it in your words as you groaned about the excruciating headache.

It was almost a mindfuck. You threatened to pull your hair out if this pain gets even worse.

Solomon gives you a lighthearted chuckle, giving you a small pat on the shoulder. If you want, he can offer you remedies to lessen the pain; ahh, indeed, they work! The bitter aftertaste is part of the process.

Nevertheless, Solomon was absolutely. 100%. a giddy ass fuck [affectionate] for the rest of the day.

Demons come flocking towards you? Why this is an example of unparalleled earth-standard beauty!

Hush! Humor a sorcerer, will you?

You are a total power couple, and he hadn't considered you as his apprentice yet at this point.

Oh, but he will.

When the stars align — just you wait.

LUKE ; "!!!"

Ohhh!!!

The little angel goes up to you with stars in his eyes.

It's not that he hasn't seen a uniform- but- it's- YOU KNOW!!

Like meeting a faceless idol right before your eyes!

Honestly, he kind of misses your sheep form- not that he doesn't like seeing be yourself but it's just...

You might have to give the little angel just a tiny reminder of the pink sheep you used to be. It's funny how most of the memorable moments he and the others around you had their most memorable moments when you haven't even fully grasped the situation yet.

From now on, he'll feature the pink sheep in whatever baked goods he has!! All in your honour!!

ADDITIONAL A/N: Hi hi!! Eden here! Not too proud of this part two, but it is something :"DD. Still, I'm happy with how it turned out since this was a days-to-week old draft that I wasn't able to work on much. Also I once again apologize for how short Luke's is- I can no longer force myself to make it any longer T^T

And as always- expect edits when I wake up- or not ;v; Hope you enjoy!! ^^

divider/s by @/cafekitsune | artwork by NTT Solmare

[irishmammonagenda]

How I Think The Obey Me Boys Would React to The Rumours™️

Summary: Rumours have been floating around the Devildom. Rumours about a certain Angel and Sorcerer...how will the demon brothers react? Word Count: haha great question Content Warnings: probably just swearing tbh Disclamer: This will probably not make a lot of sense unless you've read this fic here for context, but ykw life doesnt make sense you do you <3

[dateables & co version]

post dividers by @cafekitsune their post dividers r really cool check them out! (also sorry for the tag!!)

You had left the Sorcerers' Society feeling quite flustered, but also extremely pleased with yourself. Take that Solomon. You grin. In all the excitement of the following days, you'd forgotten about the rumour you had accidentally spread around the Devildom. Perhaps you shouldn't've pretended to be Archangel Michael to gain entry....

💙💙LUCIFER💙💙

When Lucifer heard the news from Beel, he was in the student council room, he turnt his D.D.D off and just placed his head in his hands.

Was this some elaborate scheme by Solomon to gain a pact with him?

Lucifer wasn't sure he even wanted to know.

Sighing; he pulled on his coat and traversed to Purgatory Hall where Michael was staying.

"Michael." The Avatar of Pride stood leaning against the kitchen counter, everyone else in Purgatory Hall was at RAD, so the Angel and Demon were alone. "Oh Jesus Christ!" The Angel in question brings a hand to his heart in mock dramatics, "Warn a guy next time Lucikins!" "..." The Silence was palpable. "...Lucikins?" Lucifer gritted out, his eye twitching. "Michael. This is not the time for your games. I am the Avatar of Pride and a Prince of Hell, show me some respect." Michael merely raised an arched eyebrow, a shit-eating grin on his face as he quickly closed the distance between them, pulling the Avatar of Pride into an ironclad headlock, bringing his other arm over with a clenched fist and messing up Lucifer's hair. "I'm sure you are Lucikins, but you're still my adorable little brother." Lucifer pushes his hands out in an attempt to get away, but even he had to admit, Michael had always been stronger than him. "Michael." The younger protests, "I swear to Lord Diavolo if you do not let me go, I will-" Michael interrupts him, pausing his brotherly tormenting to wipe a tear from his ruby red eyes. "-Ahh! You must've missed me so much, poor Wittle Wucifer! Always so heavy on the teenage angst!" Lucifer growled in a way too similar to Satan when he first fell. Like father, like son. "I don't have teenage angst. Now unhand me you bastard!" "Oh please! The amount of times I caught you in the Celestial Realm listening to My Chemical Romance and Panic at the Disco on repeat speaks for itself! And the eyeliner! Just because the others were too young to remember doesn't mean I was baby brother! Don't think I don't remember the wolf-cut!" Lucifer's eye twitches so hard he worries for his socket. He cab't even refute it. "You are two minutes older than me! And besides! I came here to talk about the rumours of you dating Solomon!" "The What." Michael immediately ceases all noogie-ing, his grip loose enough for Lucifer to slip through his arm. He scowls, smoothing the wrinkles from his suit and beginning to fix his hair. He moves a safe distance away from his older (estranged) brother. "The rumours of you showing up during a Sorcerers' Society meeting and making out with Solomon on his lap. Ring a bell?" Michael, for the love of him, just looks confused. "But I've never even-" He blinks slowly a few times. "I am going to kill MC." Lucifer, even with the ego bruising he had just endured, laughs, partly out of sheer relief, he doesn't want to imagine what a Solomon Michael duo could be capable of. But of course it was you. It always was.

💛💛MAMMON💛💛

HUH???!!!

This poor man's confusion is so strong.

He doesn't want to think about Michael's lovelife. Or Solomon's for that matter.

He immediately rushes to tell you.

"Oi! MC!" Mammon shoves his way into your room like he was auditioning for the walking dead, as per usual, he wasn't aware of the marvellous invention of knocking yet. You quickly closed you laptop lid, and placed the device down beside you on the bed, lest he saw the Archangel Michael/King Solomon 100k, Slowburn, Angst with a Happy Ending you were writing on HellO3. “Hi Mams!” Mammon scurries onto your bed like the floor is lava, resting his chin on your thigh and looking up at you with his usual puppy eyes. “Yer not gonna believe this MC.” He says seriously. "What's up?" You tilt your head, bringing a one of your hands to ruffle your First Man's hair, he leans into the touch happily before jumping up and acting like he wasn't. "Well, 'pparently Michael's after starting te date Solomon. Can ye believe it?" Mammon makes a face. "Michael...wi' Solomon...I don' wanna believe it...just...its mingin'..." You laugh nervously, "I don't think Michael's dating Solomon, Mams....someone must've uhh..." You hold in a laugh. "It's probably just a succubi or someone looking for chaos." Mammon nods seriously, laying his head back on your lap. "Yer prolly righ' MC." You pet his hair again, "Wanna watch a movie or something, Mams?" "Pffft- Of course ya would wanna watch a movie wi' the Great Mammon...alrigh' huma-...Angel...I'll allow it...!" He says with his usual bravado, it was almost convincing, if he hadn't nuzzled further into your hand, and he wasn't looking at you like you were the one reason his pulse was still going.

🧡🧡LEVIATHAN🧡🧡

He finds out after the first chapter to a certain Archangel Michael/King Solomon fanfic was published. Yes he is subscribed to your HellO3 account, and yes! he has emails turnt on.

What kind of person would he be if he didn't read his Henry's fanfics?!

He throws his phone across the room.

When he finally wills himself to get up and retrieve it, he takes a screenshot and starts texting you frantically.

You're lazing about on your bed dong nothing, you'd just posted the first chapter of THE FORBIDDEN FRUITS: A GAY ROMANCE STORY THAT TRANSCENDS REALMS five minutes previous when your DDD began vibrating at such a speed you almost made a very unfunny sex joke. You pick up your DDD and sure enough, its Levi, heh; so he is subscribed to your HellO3 account! Leviachan <3: MC WHAT IS THIS NDVNRO DID YOU WRIT E FNAFICTION AOBOUT MCIAHEL AND SOLOMOMN You grinned. You: Fnaf fiction? Good idea for an AU! Leviachan <3: VFIBNODNORNGVNO MC IM LOOKING ON FORUMS WDYM THERES A RUMOU R ABORUT SOLOMON AND MICHAEL DATING You: In my defense, it was Solomon's fault. There's no response for 10 minutes, until your DDD pings again. Leviachan <3: Why is the fanfic good Leviachan <3: I MEAN OFC ITD BE GOOD, YOU WROTE IT BUT Leviachan <3: ITS SO Leviachan <3: THE CHARACTERS ARE SO COMPELLING AND THE PLOT IS SO GOOD RJRGNVDON Leviachan <3: AND THE TENSION??!! You grinned, you could always count on your Lord of Shadows to hype up your degenerate fanfics. You: thanks <3 satan's helping me write it, wanna help? Leviachan <3: I don't think I could write as good as you guys, im just a stinky smelly worthless otaku :( You: nuhuh. >:( Leviachan <3: But if you wanted... I could maybe beta-read??? You: OFC YOU CAN LEVI TANK YOU <33333 Leviachan <3: Haha tank LMAO ROFL You: I can never mispell anything around anyone in this house You kicked your feet like a catholic school girl holding hands with a boy for the first time in her life, knowing Levi probably was too.

💚💚SATAN💚💚

This man has a web of connections.

He found out almost as soon as the rumour started.

Like Mammon, he immediately finds you to tell you

Unlike Mammon, he actually knocks

granted he knocks for a second before just opening your door so he could've just not knocked and it would've had the same affect.

"Hello MC" "Mornin' Satie...What time's it?" You rub your eyes tiredly, having just woken up from a nap, you sit up and blink at him slowly with sleepy eyes. Satan can't stop himself from cooing, he movies towards your bed and ruffles your hair like you're a cat, you lean into the touch. "Sorry for waking you, dear..." You yawn. "You're fine Satie...what'd you need?" "Have you heard the rumours that Michael and Solomon are secret lovers-" Suddenly you're wide awake. "Oh no. Oh no no no." Satan raises a brow, "What's wrong, MC?" You grin sheepishly, "I maybe might've accidentally not on purpose started that rumour?..." Satan laughs in your face. Handsome bastard. "It's not funny!" "It is a little funny..." You gasp, eyes lighting up mischievously, "We should write a fanfic!" Satan tilts his head, "And why would we do that?" "Because the world deserves a Slowburn Michael x Solomon fic?" "Nope." "Pleaseee Satan! I'll pay you!" "Nope." "It'll annoy Luci?" "Tempting..." "I'll give you a kiss?" "I'm in. Let's write the best Michael x Solomon the Devildom's ever seen." You shake Satan's hand. Maybe you should've been reincarnated as a demon.

🩷🩷ASMODEUS 🩷🩷

Finds out through one of his gossip circles relatively fast.

He wants to get more details so he can tell you later! <3

By far one of the more supportive brothers

So he finds Solomon, who knows maybe he could give some advice!

Michael was strange, but he was always nice to Asmo growing up in the celestial realm, he might as well make sure one of his best friends is treating his former brother right <3

"Hiya Sol!~" Asmo smiles excitedly, pulling the sorcerer in for a hug, pouting when he pulled away again. "I cant believe you never told me! Ugh~...you must've been scared I wouldn't accept you!~ Poor thing...~" Solomon blinks slowly, his usual shit-eating grin replaced with pure confusion, lost in his own rant, Asmo doesn't notice. "Well! You have my blessing!~" "For what?" "For your relationship with Michael, silly!~" Asmo giggles, Solomon takes a deep breath. "For my what." A pause pauses all sound for a moment, only for a moment, before like all other moments, they begin the cycle of movemnt again. Solomon nods rather calmly, "Maybe I shouldn't have turnt MC into a sheep....or maybe I should do it again as payback...." He says to himself Asmo sighs, so it was just a rumour then....

He does still post a link to your fanfic on his Devilgram story, because he's so supportive! <3

No one tell Michael, or Lucifer pretty please

❤️❤️BEELZEBUB❤️❤️ & 💜💜BELPHEGOR💜💜

Being a member of the Anti-Lucifer League, Satan told Belphie who told Beel after taking a nap.

Beel, being the absolute legend that he is didn't really have any opinions on it. As long as they're happy :)

Belphie sits in on the fanfic plot planning sessions you and Satan host, with Beel sometimes joining and giving surprisingly interesting plot twists.

Belphie cackles when Beel tells Lucifer of the rumours, shortly before the first chapter of Forbidden Fruits is published.

Satan and You stand by the whiteboard in the attic, various spider diagrams and bullet points are written messily upon it, only this time, it's not a plan to 'prank' Lucifer. (Are they really pranks if they never succeed?) The sound of munching can be heard as Beel works away happily on a bag of crisps, offering everyone some as you work. "What if we made Solomon run after Michael in the rain." Belphie drawls out lazily, not even looking up from where he lies beside Beel. You stare at Belphie, "What is with you and the people chasing after people in the rain trope?" Belphie sticks his tongue out at you in response. Beel shakes his head. "That wouldn't be accurate. Michael hates getting his hair wet." Belphie smiles, "Good point Beel." Satan makes a sound of contemplation. "What if...we had Michael chase Solomon in the rain instead? The fact he hates getting his hair wet could show just how much he loves Solomon..." You laugh, imagining the scene in your head. "But why is Michael chasing Solomon?" Belphie smirks, "Because Michael said something bad about humans during a fight, Solomon got upset and ran like a maiden." Beel stops munching on his snacks, looking down approvingly at his twin. "That's really smart Belphie." "Thanks Beel." Belphie grins. "Yeah Belph, your angstiness is really paying off." You tease. "Oh shut up MC." He glares at you, but there's no real weight behind it. "Theyre right you know." Satan smirks. "I heard you blasting Paramore and MCR earlier." "Its good music!"Belphie says definsively. "Besides, it keeps me awake. Goodnight." He mutters, laying his head on his twins lap before closing his eyes. Five minutes of silence later, Beel opens his mouth, "He does wear eyeliner a lot when he's in our room y'know?" "Beel!" You and Satan laugh, Beel just smiles happily at everyone getting along. Belphie devises a plan to make you dream pigeons are going to take over the world tonight as payback.

im on a Lucifer being bullied by Michael spree rn 🧍‍♂️ also you can't convince me that Satan and Belphie aren't soso similar to Lucifer bc at the end of the day they're all just angsty emo teens &lt;3

[another-lost-mc]

When MC Dies and is Reborn in the Celestial Realm Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS 1.6k words | SFW | gn!Reader | Angst with a Happy Ending Content warnings: Implied Lucifer x Reader. Michael-centric POV. Mentions of (temporary) character death and grieving/mourning. A/N: This is an old piece that's been sitting in my Google docs for months. Without going into spoilers, playing Nightbringer last night reminded me of this.

DEATH

The demon brothers are in the RAD student council chambers when they sense something is wrong.

They visibly flinch and some of them gasp as a sudden emptiness washes over them.

Asmo is the first to notice that your pact mark on the inside of his wrist starts to fade.

The other brothers are frantic and start to palm over their clothes where your pact marks with them should be, realizing theirs are disappearing too.

Lucifer’s eyes go wide with realization at the same moment his D.D.D. starts ringing with an incoming call from Solomon.

Barbatos senses the seriousness of the situation and is already conjuring a portal to Solomon’s location.

Lucifer is the first one to step through, with his brothers stumbling behind him.

They arrive in the human world and see Solomon leaning forward in a chair in a bright, sterile hallway, his head down and hair falling over his eyes. His D.D.D. is still clenched in his hands.

Solomon looks up with tears in his eyes and he whispers in a strangled voice, “I’m so sorry.”

Diavolo and Barbatos have to intervene before the power caused by the brothers’ overwhelming grief threatens to rip the human hospital apart.

The demon brothers don’t attend your funeral, but those responsible for carrying out your final wishes are surprised that all the expenses have been anonymously paid for. 

Solomon and the Angels watch nearby as your human friends and family circle your grave and pay their respects.

Simeon tried to prevent Luke from going with him, but he was forced to bring him after Luke begged Michael personally to let him say goodbye.

Simeon has to carry a sobbing Luke away when it’s time for them to leave, but Solomon stands by your graveside as the sun sets.

After night falls, the demon brothers materialize behind him and he teleports away so they can have privacy.

The demon brothers stand like fractured shadows around your final resting place, frozen and eerily silent, and they slowly return to the Devildom one by one. Lucifer is the last to leave, just before dawn.

REBIRTH

Michael recognizes your soul the moment you’re reborn in the Celestial Realm as an angel nearly 10 years later.

You’re not an angel youngling like Luke; your body is eerily similar to your human form without the demon pact marks or the Sorcerer’s Society sigils etched into your skin.

He is alone with you and you look at him with uncertainty - you should be an empty shell, reborn with no memory or purpose except the Celestial Realm���s calling.

Curiosity prompts him to ask you your name, and you respond with the human name from your former life.

He realizes anything you do as an angel from this point forward will be tainted by the remnants of your former existence.

Michael takes a lot of risks as he bends and twists the limits of his power to allow you certain freedoms while he deliberates the best course of action.

You ask him oddly specific questions about the human world and the Devildom that a newborn angel shouldn’t be asking; you haven’t regained your entire memory, but he suspects it’s only a matter of time.

He promises himself that he will not lie to you even when you start asking more difficult questions, but he expects that will be easier said than done.

Your knowledge is lacking when it comes to the inner working and responsibilities of the Celestial Realm and he decides to tutor you personally.

He also makes a point to keep you separate from the other angels as much as possible, especially your former exchange student companions.

Simeon starts to suspect Michael is hiding something but he can’t figure out what.

Michael knows his threats don’t scare Simeon the way they do the other angels; he begs Simeon for his patience instead, which startles Simeon into reluctant agreement not to pry further into Michael’s noticeably withdrawn behaviour.

Michael finds you one night when you are thrashing in your sleep, and when he nudges your shoulder to wake you, you cling to him as you wail at the memory of your death.

After that night, the floodgates seem to burst and your other memories quickly return.

You pester Michael with endless questions about all the friends you left behind, specifically Lucifer and the other brothers.

Michael relents when you plead with him to tell you, even though he knows that it’s going to hurt you to learn the truth:

Your death triggered a lot of uncertainty and turmoil within the Devildom. Lucifer and his brothers became the worst versions of themselves as they struggled with their grief. Diavolo had to intervene with a firm hand to prevent them from completely undoing all the progress he made in uniting the three realms while you were alive.

Relations between the Devildom and the other realms became strained and uncertain.

Michael tells you that the exchange program had been suspended until recently, but the successful conclusion indicated that the Devildom had regained focus on continued peace and camaraderie with the Celestial Realm and human world.

You beg Michael to let you return to the Devildom, and he refuses.

You threaten to fall willingly if that’s what it takes, but he warns you that your circumstances are too volatile - he can’t predict what would happen to the ongoing stability of the three worlds if you should drift off this current path.

Despite his refusal to allow you to visit the Devildom, he sees how lost and broken you are.

He promises to come up with a way for you to eventually meet the demon brothers again.

You ask Michael if he thinks they still remember you, and he grudgingly admits that he thinks that they probably do.

RETURN

In an unlikely request, Diavolo receives a proposal from Michael that would allow a Celestial Realm representative to live in the Devildom on a long-term basis.

Diavolo tentatively agrees, seeing the olive branch for what it is and knowing Michael wouldn’t make that offer lightly.

The demon brothers (except for Lucifer) want to protest on principle, assuming the worst about Michael and they don’t hide their suspicions from Diavolo or their eldest brother.

Lucifer makes it his responsibility to bring his brothers in line so that Diavolo’s goals can be achieved, even though he is just as bothered by the idea as his brothers are.

Solomon is summoned to the Devildom, a rare occurrence these days. He agrees to Diavolo and Michael’s request to host their negotiations in the human world as a neutral party.

Diavolo insists the demon brothers attend as a sign of unity and good faith; they want to refuse, having avoided returning to the human world as much as possible since your passing, but finally concede after threats of punishment from Lucifer.

Michael feels overwhelming pity for his brothers when he sees them. He can see through their masks of indifference that your absence has haunted them, although he is surprised they truly cared about you that much.

As the meeting continues, Lucifer becomes increasingly annoyed by the sympathetic looks Michael gives him and his brothers from across the table.

When discussions are starting to wind down, Michael comments that you would be proud of the work the Devildom has achieved in your absence.

The unexpected mention of your name is like a trigger: Mammon pushes away from the table and paces behind his chair; Levi hugs his knees to his chest and buries his head; Asmo covers his mouth as he lets out a sob, eyes watering. Satan tries to rise from his seat with a growl, but Beel pushes him back down; and Belphie shoots him a murderous look.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow and he grits out that they wouldn’t dream of tarnishing your memory by failing to accomplish what you helped them work for.

Michael explains that he’s surprised an ordinary human could affect him this much.

Diavolo and Barbatos share a nervous look at the growing tension, and Solomon interrupts, proposing that they end the meeting for now.

Lucifer tells Michael to stop talking about things that he couldn’t possibly understand. He pulls out his D.D.D. and tells Diavolo that he and his brothers will be leaving if they’re no longer needed.

Michael asks him about the lizard charm swinging from his D.D.D., the plastic faded and worn down by time; he nods to himself when Lucifer’s only response is icy silence, like he expected nothing else.

Michael suggests that they take a moment to meet the proposed diplomat he’d like to assign to the Devildom, the sooner the better - he insists they’re very eager to begin their assignment.

Diavolo placates everyone by stating he trusts Michael’s judgement and meeting them now isn’t necessary.

Michael’s eyes twinkle with a strange mischief that Lucifer can’t explain.

After a moment, Lucifer hears the soft swish of feathers as someone materializes in an open doorway nearby.

He recognizes the familiar pair of eyes first, and they’re staring back at him with such so much longing and hope he can barely breathe .

Time seems to stand still for a moment as everyone in the room freezes with shared looks of disbelief, doubt, and shock.

When the spell is broken, it is with a flurry of activity: Lucifer moves first, launching himself across the room and pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest, your white feathers brushing against his black ones.

The other brothers quickly surround you, and you end up in a pile on the floor as the demons you missed so much whisper your name and touch your face as if they can't believe you've come back to them.

Barbatos and Solomon both watch in stunned silence, eager to know how these events unfolded but smart enough to know that those questions can wait for now.

Diavolo wipes a tear from his eye, chuckling happily as he and Michael stand and shake hands.

Michael watches with a mixture of envy and satisfaction when you return home with his fallen brothers.

[ashes2caches]

I have acquired a vial of a mystical ichor from the peak of the celestial mountain. The grand council of mages have christened it with the name ‘estradiol’