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Behind The Glass Wall:

Summary: It was hard for everyone to trust the youngest after the incident.

But it seemed you were the only one to interact with him at all, even if his brothers tried dragging you away.

He started to realize, he shouldn’t have killed you. Your so…innocent and sweeter than the best candy he ever had. And was seemly waiting to be eaten alive by a demon or even his brothers.

He can’t have that. He needs to save you, save you from everyone and everything. Even yourself, and he’ll make sure of it.

—•—•—•—

Happy Halloween!!!!

This fic will be loooong.

Also, some of the tigger warnings are in the tags.

And if you hate Yandere-ish content please scroll.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Mrs.Potato Head-Melanie Martinez

Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me

Is it true that pain is beauty?

Does a new face come with a warranty?

Will a pretty face make it better?

Oh Mr. potato head tell me

How did you afford her surgery?

Do you swear you'll stay forever,

Even if her face don't stay together?

—•—•—•—

He groaned as the light of lamps in his room brighten the usually dark room. “Morning Belphie.” He heard the groggy voice of his twin. Also being woken up by the lights.

“Morning Beel…” He moved his hand to his favorite pillow and stretched. Popping his back and legs.

He started to rub his eyes as his twin shuffled around and soon started creaking through their shared room.

“Who’s on breakfast…” “I think it’s Mc..?”

Oh, he looked back at his twin as he put on his usual shirt. “Oh, okay…” once he heard that, he started to get up, along with more urgency.

He always likes these days.

—•—•—•—

“Hello Belphie, you’re up extremely early.” Asmodeus cheekily smiled as he just groaned. “I got up at the same time as Beel…” “Well that’s Beel, but you? You sleep until the afternoon.” Mammon said as he ate some pancakes.

“No matter, we’re happy you finally got up early.” Lucifer drunk his coffee slowly.

“But it’s weird you only do it on days where Mc is cooking.” Leviathan noted as he played on his phone. “You must really like their cooking…Hmm. Can’t judge you on that.” Beel stuffed his cheeks like a chipmunk would.

“Is that a problem?” “Nah, just a little strange…” his brothers started their decline in conversation as they just ate the food given.

“Good morning Belphie. Here’s some breakfast.” He pricked his head as he heard the familiar morning voice.

“Oh thanks…” he picked up a fork and started to dig in his food.

“Say Belphie, would you like to accompany me to the planetarium this afternoon?”

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” His eyes narrowed down at the warming food growing cold.

“Um sur—”

“Actually Mc, I do need help with some paperwork in my office after school. I would like it if you joined me.”

“Oh honey no! Mc, we need to go too Majolish! I heard a sale is going on!”

“Hey! I’m their first and I should have them first!”

His annoying brothers started to bicker. Just great, he couldn’t even get his answer out before his stupid eldest brother cut in.

“What time do you wanna meet Belphie…?” He heard the faint whisper in his ear, making his neck tickle by their breath.

“Um, how does 9pm sound?” “Just prefect.” He saw them in his vision, as they moved and straighten their back. And as they started to calm the others down.

“You boys gotta understand I have homework as well? I can’t always do them in a week.” His eyes didn’t tear from them, like a trance was put on him just for shits and giggles.

“I’ll try and let you guys have your time with me. Alright?” The brothers begrudgingly agreed at the accommodation and started to pack up.

“Hey, Belphie.” He snapped out when he felt a push on shoulder.

“We have to get going.” Beel munched on some bacon still in his mouth. “Beel…” he tried finding the words, it was…just stuck in his throat up to his tongue.

“Hm? Yeah Belphie?” His twin stared into his eyes as he nervously shook off any thoughts. “Nothing, I think I got nervous…?”

“Was it the fighting? Sorry if it was.”

“Maybe…I don’t really know.” He doesn’t even understand the reason behind it.

But maybe it will be solved,

Maybe.

—•—•—•—

He was resting in third period, finally.

A chance to relax and take his mind off of his brothers and onto the person he deemed an angelic creature.

Sent down to either tease him or to give him a purpose to protect something, maybe for a another chance.

He finally felt the feeling of drifting into a peaceful empty nap.

But it snapped by a tapping on the table, annoyingly loud.

“Belphegor.”

He just wanted to sleep, why did he just get pulled out by his own brother. Fucking asshole.

“I heard what you both planned during breakfast…” Ah, so that was entire point of this. “And let me tell you this Belphegor.”

His brother leaned on the desk and stared directly into his eye, “If I ever hear, that you harmed Mc again…I will never show you any mercy.” His blood red eyes stared and seemed to glow in anger.

“Why would I ever do that again? Mc is fine…And we’re talking to each other just fine…” He tried to stand his ground. But it felt like his own brother would snap his neck if he spoke the wrong words.

“I learned my lesson didn’t I?”

“It might be that for you and Mc. But not for us.” Lucifer almost spat in his face.

“Do you understand?” He bit his lip as he unknowingly nodded to his brother’s words.

“Good, have fun. But understand why we had this conversation.” Lucifer rubbed his throat, but he could only stare at the desk he sat at, as his brother walked away,

strictly as always.

—•—•—•—

Teddy Bear-Melanie Martinez

Gave you love, put my heart inside you

Oh, what could I do

When you started talking in your sleep

Saying things you'd do to me

I didn't care, I wasn't scared.

—•—•—•—

“You finally made it!” His steps dragged him forward as some form of sleep invaded his head. But it came and then shortly after, it left when he heard their voice.

A gentle melody to him, a little pill he needed for rest. Be it psychical or mentally, he didn’t mind either one.

“I got us some snacks. Though I did have to hide it from Beel.” They sighed, not out of annoyance just plain old love.

“Beel has a great sense of smell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could smell something miles away.” He slowly dropped to his knees as they sorted some of the snacks.

Some were his favorite, while some just seemed to be there for filler.

“You didn’t have to get so much. Especially for me?” He laughed a bit as they just puffed at his claim.

“I just wanna make this little thing special. And what’s been going on with your…”

They paused.

“My brothers, right?”

“Eh it’s fine. I know they’ll come around one of these days.” He shrugged but didn’t catch the concern look adorning their features.

“I’m patient, so I can wait for them. Just like I did in the attic.” He started his pick with a bag of chips. But before he could actually open it.

“But…that isn’t nice or welcomed.”

“Either is me harming you when all you wanted to do is help…I think you’re too nice.” He chirped as he started to dive in his chips.

you’re too nice…

He flinched as he thought back to those words. To nice…that’s what got them killed.

Being gullible and trusting a demon, especially one locked in an attic.

That’s what got them killed…

Oh.

No.

Oh no.

“Belphie..?” He was enveloped in his raging thoughts, that he didn’t notice their concern. “Belphie!”

“Huh?” “You good..? You spaced out there…” Their face was a mix of different kinds. He couldn’t tell at the moment.

“Oh sorry, just…a passing thought.” He rubbed his eyes as they sighed. “Belphie…is something going on?”

…

“Anything of worry?”

…

“What happen…”

…

“Belphegor!” “!!!”

He froze, they never raised or used that tone of voice. It was new, and scary.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Their eyes grew slanted as they tried finding something to grasp on.

A feeling of something, anger, sadness, anything negative.

He just looked away, not wanting to see their sadden face.

“Maybe it does bug me…” “Oh Belphie…” He tried not to just grab them and squeeze. He just let them softly cradle his head in their warm arms.

“Why didn’t you just tell me..?” “It’s a little sensitive…” He heard them sighed and whine. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that.”

“It’s okay.” He moved to place his head on their chest. Loving the feeling of it, he could sleep here for the rest of time.

—•—•—•—

He awoken too the ruffling of blankets, cracking his eyes open and looking up to see Mammon and Mc talking to each other.

Mc smiled at his seemly sleeping form, the smile they seemed to save for him only. Even if they thought he was asleep.

But Mammon wasn’t to happy, tapping Mc’s shoulder to get them to focus on him.

He placed his head back down as not to strain his neck. But he couldn’t help but listen in.

“How were you comfortable at all?” “I actually slept like a baby.” They giggled as Mammon huffed.

He heard a low mutter come from older brother as he leaned a little towards them. “Especially with Belphegor around…”

“Mammon.” “What? It’s true.” “Mammon I got over it. I’m fine with him, leave it.” He scoffed at their stern voice of denial.

“You’re way too trusting. It gonna get you killed.” “…” all of them deadpanned as they soaked in his stupid sentence.

You’re way too trusting

“Nice one Mammon.” They sneered teasingly, “HEY IM SORRY!” Mammon panicked as he tried apologizing to them.

“Heheh, Mammon. Calm down, it’s okay. I forgive you.” They kept laughing at the expense of the white haired man.

“Hmm, can’t you two keep it down..?” Feigning that he was asleep for the whole conversation.

“Oh, hi Belphegor.” Mc slapped his shoulder as he flinched. “Hey!” “Good morning Belphie.”

“Good morning Mc…” He rubbed the crust from his tired eyes. “You can go ahead Mammon, we’ll meet up with you in the living room.”

Mammon opened his mouth in protest. But a dark glare from Mc shut him up.

“*Sigh* Alright, I’m going.” He groaned getting up and held his arms behind his head.

Nodding to Mc, he left slowly. Like he was waiting for him strike.

“You can go.” His older brother just nodded and left. The only sounds for were that of footsteps and wind from the outdoor windows.

“I’ll get us some food. Lay here for a bit, take a nap while you’re at it.” They teased, causing him to groan at their statement.

“Shut up, I don’t sleep that much.” “Uh huh, whatever you say pretty boy.”

You’re way too trusting…

—•—•—•—

And it's so terrifying how you paralyze me,

Now you're showing up inside my home.

Breathing deep into the phone.

I'm so unprepared, I'm fucking scared.

—•—•—•—

“What is the formula for the radius of a circle?” He held a book up over his face. He tried reading the lines, but they faded out into each other.

He didn’t care for most of this stuff, but if it was for them.

He doesn’t mind,

“r=C/2pi”

“Prefect, alright.” He shut the book in between his hands as it lowered towards his chest.

“I think you’ll past the…*yawn*” He placed his hand infront of his face.

“Test…” He heard them chuckle, making his cheeks a little hot and pink.

“I hope so, but what I’m worried about is you sleeping during it.” “I will not…” “Okay mister sloth.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“You’re a dick.”

He held his snort as they packed up their backpack yet still chuckling.

“Let’s call it a night. I gotta do some other stuff…” They tiredly got up from their cushion,

When he saw them moving to the door way. He started to get the feeling of panic.

He had no idea why he felt like this way, it was like…a gut instinct.

But he also had no recognition that he rushed to grab their wrist before they actually left.

“Um. Belphie? You need something?” “Who are you going to.” His voice was sterner than he wanted.

He didn’t want to alarm them any further.

“Just Lucifer with paperwork? Like I always do.” They smiled nervously as the tight feeling furthered in intensity.

“But…I wanna.” He couldn’t find those words he wanted to say, almost none.

The first couple of them were scattered, but the rest…just seemed to distant to tell.

So he said it with actions, pulling them closer as he moved in to meet them halfway.

“I just…” his voice faded into their hair, which they nodded but wanted to protest. “Belphie please I gotta go…”

“No you don’t.”

*Cough!*

He panicked and loosened his gripped around their ribs. “I’m sorry Mc…”

He laid his fingers on their chest as they stilled and heaved.

“B-Belphie…What was that a-about..?” They still tried to regain their breath.

He didn’t answer, just placed his head on their chest. “Stay…with me.”

Not wanting to be further hurt or anything worse, they just nodded as they started to slow their breathing.

He smiled. Finally, their heart rate is going down. No longer on the edge of a anxiety attack.

“I love you…” He didn’t mean to say it out loud for them to hear, but…it felt right for him.

“Yeah…love ya…*Sigh* too.”

—•—•—•—

Tag, You’re It-Melanie Martinez

Running through the parking lot

He chased me and he wouldn't stop

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it

Grabbed my hand, pushed me down

Took the words right out my mouth

Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it.

—•—•—•—

Time felt, weird…too say the least.

Time felt long yet short, short yet long. The minutes blur and the clock that struck each hour made no noise.

Maybe that’s what got him to act more on it. If time didn’t exist to him, then he had nothing to worry for.

Only them.

And only them.

Not his brothers.

Not Diavolo.

Not Anyone…

But just seemed that Mc couldn’t just let go of them. Keep them in the back of their mind and just think of him.

Think of him as a savior, here to keep them. Not as a pet of any sort but instead,

A possible lover, and maybe a spouse.

He drooled at the idea, even before this happened to either of them.

He loved it, Mc in beautiful attire. Awaiting him at the alter, looking lovingly at him.

And him wiping their tears before they ruined their perfect makeup, and both of them saying their vows.

Ones he can’t wait to practice for them.

And he can’t wait for that day, but for now.

He has to wait.

“Mc…Are you awake.” He shifted to face them, but only to see their back.

“Mc…” He slowly moved his hand and as gently as he could, grabbed their arm. He just wanted to shift them and to face him.

“Mc…good morning.” He smiled as their eyes started to slightly open.

“Hmm” they moaned as he pushed himself a little closer. Rubbing their back, to provide comfort for a new day.

“How did you sleep last night…?” His voice was groggy and it felt dry. He wanted water, but not until he knew Mc was doing fine.

“It was, fine. I guess.” They laid on their stomach, which cause their cheek to squish against the pillow.

A cute sight.

“I’m going to get some water, *cough* I’m really thirsty.” Rubbing the sleep away, he heard a mumble of approval.

“You want some water?” He maneuver his head to look them in their eyes.

They shrugged, to disoriented to actually think and answer.

“Okay…I’ll get it for you.” He “knew” what they were trying to say.

They been together for a while.

Haven’t they?

While setting out, he heard some ruffles and clinks behind him.

“Mc, don’t move to much.” He sighed as they groaned. Holding their head as it felt splitting.

“It’s okay Mc, lay down and I’ll get ya pain meds.”

He heard another groan which he took it as a sign and left.

They had no idea how they got in this situation. Again, time felt so weird.

Maybe it’s their intense headache that made it so difficult

Or just the same dark room they now reside in.

“What even happened…? How did I get here?” They sat on their legs, not wanting to plop back on the pillows.

“I was just doing my homework…and now.” They tried moving their left but couldn’t get far. “This…”

Sighing, they moved to the edge of the bed. The only position that didn’t hurt.

Not their head,

not their tired legs,

it was fine position.

One they found comfort in, and one to huddle themselves in.

The thought of it all was cut as the door opened somewhat loudly for them and the bruising headache.

“Oh! You’re up.” He closed the door with his foot but locked it with his free hand.

“Here…pain meds, but it’s gonna take a bit before they set.” He held their own hand out and placed two pills.

The pills they remembered, “Thanks…” they muttered before popping it down.

While they drank their cup of cold water,

they saw and noted that Belphegor was staring more than usual.

“Do…do you need something?” He twitched before he shook his head.

“It’s nothing, I just, like staring at you.” His smile felt genuine, but had that force to it.

Pushing it off, they continued in silence, Mc only takin occasional glances.

“There, doesn’t a cup of water feel nice in the morning?” He took it and placed it on the nightstand.

It sat by his cup that he barely touched.

“I thought you were thirsty?” He nodded but didn’t grab it.

“I know, but you’re more important.”

“It’s a cup of water…”

“You could still choke, I have to be prepared to help.”

Now he’s being unreasonable, “It’s just water down the wrong pipe?”

“What’s so bad about it? You get over it after a minute or two…?”

He just chuckled like they’re the madman that just stated so fucking dumb.

“But I can’t have any discomfort for you Mc. You’re very special to me…” He brushed strands of hair from their hair.

His smile was dazed, possibly in a daydream. “But you won’t remove the chain.”

“Oh no, that’s a negative.” He moved down and placed his head on their thighs. Rubbing soft circles on them, “Despite it, I need you here…it’s just, I need to see you-

Happy and comfortable. So we can live a more, happy life.”

Their face grew disgusted, “Your morals are fucked…”

“I’m a demon, what did you expect.” His grew malicious.

—•—•—•—

His sleeping face was peaceful, void of any malicious he had before.

It was a habit for him to sleep so often, even with the whole, tying someone to a bed thing. It was a product of being cursed with sloth.

*How does he expect me to ever like this?* they clicked their tongue in annoyance.

The room was still dark as a cave, so they really couldn’t go anywhere. Especially with ankle chain that pinned them to the bed.

*Especially with no free movement…*

They touch the nearest wall, just to hold the feeling of any peace they could harvest.

Maybe it was the coldness of it?

Or maybe they could stare at it and mentally leave this wretched room.?

They didn’t know, but it was better than nothing.

—•—•—•—

“Belphegor can’t you just leave me alone?”

They hid and held their head, showing annoyance and just plain distaste.

“What got you going now?”

“You’re seriously asking me that?” They glanced at the man angrily.

“First off, you just took me into your attic and tied me down to the bed. Second, you keep talking about crazy things that won’t even happen?”

“They will.”

“Tch, how are you so sure? Especially when you’re so stupid as to make the person you love hate you?”

“You don’t.” “HAH, yeah right…”

They quickly planted themselves and faced the wall. Never pointing in his direction.

“Mc, look at me.” He wanted nothing more than to be looked at. Was it so hard to do that for him?

“Fuck. Off.” They nudged his arm away.

“Mc.”

“FUCK OFF.” Their voice was hard and bitter, making him jump a little.

Not before he sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Mc, I’m not in the mood to explain everything…” “I’m not in the mood to talk with a piece of shit.”

*Sigh*

“Mc. Just…look at me real quick.” He said and petted their hair.

Recently washed and dried and smelled of lavender.

“You are so precious to me…I just, don’t want anything to happen to you. Nothing, nothing shall happen.”

“Understand that I’m doing this for you…” Their cold face faltered a little at his words.

But they still retaliated and stayed silent.

“And I know it may be hard to get accustomed to this. But we can work on thi—”

SLAP

*tick*

“Get the fuck away from me.”

His cheek stung and their hand felt red, “What made you think. That this was a good idea?”

“Are you psychotic? Are you just plain dumb?”

He slowly turned his head towards the person laying on the bed.

“You realize people are looking for me…? You stupid bitch.” Their face grew with a manic smile.

“So what is your plan mister kidnapper?”

…

….

…..

“Yeah, fucking nothing huh?”

They chuckled to themselves as their eyes glazed for as much as he could see.

“You’ve just hurt me all over again…”

“Hehe, I should’ve never trusted you. Your brothers are right.”

They curled in a ball as their breath grew shaky. “I should have never trusted you.”

He shifted his hand slowly and silently to their’s. He wanted to provide comfort, but had to do so in secret.

“I hate you…”

—•—•—•—

“Mc. Food is ready…”

“Not hungry.”

He could only see their backside. Seemly to be staring at the tiny window pointing towards the stars.

“Mc, you haven’t ate in a few days…” they heard his voice, but didn’t move an inch.

He sighed, he knew they would be difficult. That’s the whole beginning stages of it all.

Like having a baby, or maybe getting a new pet.

It all takes time, to achieve the sense of trust and love.

He wanted to put it on the bright side of things.

To make it easier for him.

“It’s something plain…Mammon made it. He misses you, so he made it in a…sort of memory since you disappeared.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Yeah, sure…”

While they never saw it, the nosies of clanking and metal hitting.

They had an idea that he was either organizing the food or doing something else.

Not sure what, just something.

“Alright…” the bed dipped in weight as they continued their activity.

What they didn’t expect was something poking their arm.

“What..!” They frantically moved but promptly fell of the bed.

Making them hiss in discomfort of the rude fall. “The fuck?! W-what are you trying to do!”

Looking at him, eyes laid on a little shiny pin like item.

An IV.

Small, but looked clean. Thank god.

“Food.” “That’s not food…” “It is, I heard on TV before that patients usually get these for some food related thing…”

He jokingly waved his hand, “So since you’re not eating…I have to…force it in you.”

“No…you’re not putting it in my arm.”

“Mc…”

“NO!”

“Please no…don’t, I don’t like it…I don’t like any of this…at ALL!”

They stomped their foot,

“Mc, you understand why food is important…?” “Yes, but—”

“Then you understand why I’m going to do this.”

Each took step he, they moved back.

Though it wouldn’t help their racing heart when they hit the wall.

“Mc.” “No! Leave me alone! G-go away!”

They tried pushing him away, wanting to have some sort of advantage.

But what luck would have,

“Mc!”

“Leave me—”

CRACK

“Huh…?”

*drip*

“You…broke my wrist.”

*drip*

“And the IV…”

—•—•—•—

“I’m sorry…I’m trying to be gentle.” He winced as they cried.

“Why?! Why did you-*cough* Do that?!”

Their eyes grew red, their cheeks became stained, and their wrist bruised by the second.

“Why…Why?! Tell me please!”

He was finally done, after trail and error. He made a functional splint, it wouldn’t do much as professional help would.

But he did his best.

Though he had no idea how to help them,

the crying person.

One he so loves, and the one he has hurt.

Maybe it was demonic instincts that did it? Or was he making another excuse?

“Mamaaa…please. Help meee.” “Ssshhh…Mc it’s done. It’s okay.”

He did what he could best,

Send them to sleep.

“Ssshhh, I know. But It’ll go away in no time…” brushing away their fizzled hair, he rubbed their cheek gently with his thumb.

“It’s okay Mc…I’m here to help.”

“Just sleep for now, I’ll be here when you wake up. Okay?”

“Mamaa…”

“I know…”

*drip*

—•—•—•—

“Though, at first. We didn’t know how to treat him.” He ranted as to fill in the empty silence that was of Mc.

They just stared at the ceiling, disassociated from the world entirely.

“We did all we could…” he placed his head on their chest, feeling their heartbeat and warmth. The things he adores most.

“With me, the only worst part that my horns. Extremely painful. Even nowadays.” He rubbed his head.

“But it faded as time went on.”

“Uh huh…” they muttered, still listed in a daydream of their own.

One of freedom, love, and the others.

Oh, how they missed them. Their stupid antics, funny yet adorable laughs, just…they missed them.

“So if you ever turn into a demon Mc. I’ll be there to help you the best I can…” He smiled, loving the comfort their warmth provided.

All for him.

And no one else.

“Okay…” He heard their empty reply, but didn’t mind it.

They’ll come around.

They have to,

If they ever wanted to leave.

*drip*

—•—•—•—

*drip*

—•—•—•—

“Belphie!! Where have you been?! We’ve been trying to search for ya for days!”

He saw his older rush to his position on the steps. “I…”

“Shh, Belphegor. You’re covered in blood. We have to get you cleaned. Beelzebub.”

“Okay…”

“C’mon…” His dazed eyes stared at his twin’s hand. It was still the same size but seemed to be roughed.

“But…I”

“Belphegor, you’re very out of it…We’ll be here okay? Go on now.”

Satan looked at his brother before patting his back.

“Okay…”

“What happened…?” Asmodeus trilled his longer strands of his peach hair.

“The blood’s days old, along with Belphegor disappearance…Seems like he wanted to find Mc.”

Satan made a conclusion, though he knew it was not full.

He still found holes in the answer. Ones he needed to check.

“But the blood smelled like…Mc’s?” Mammon shivered while the some others turned away.

“He possibly found their corpse.” Leviathan stated but he heard the fourth disagree.

“There’s no trail leading outside, and why would he climb through the attic’s window…?”

He pointed up, signaling the window that was impossibly high up.

“There’s something fishy…And I don’t like where’s its going…”

Without any other words, he followed the steps following into the attic.

“Be careful Satan!”

“I will.”

—•—•—•—

*Creak*

The metal door opened slowly, showing the way into the dark room.

The only light was that of the moon. Illuminating the pillows on the bed.

He noted the droplets of blood on them, along with the sheets.

*squish*

He shuddered at the horrible sound and feeling of a liquid socking into his shoe.

“More blood…”

His stomach turned and twisted as he took his slow steps.

Trying to maintain his breathing and harsh heartbeat.

“The smell…” he held his nose as the blood became coagulated in the late night.

But the trail of it didn’t help, it made all the worst.

It pointed to the closest, dived with blood.

“I-I…”

“SATAN?! You okay?!” He flinched but took his composure back.

“I’m still looking!”

His breathing came back rigid, and his head became dizzy.

“I…I can’t believe this…” he grabbed the handle.

Slowly, but surely.

It started to open, the smell that was trapped inside was finally aired throughout the room.

And hit him in the face, he resisted the urge to barf.

He pulled on the last part, and held his breath.

Before actually looking at the main being that caused this room to bleed.

Their blood, infected the woods.

Their mucus follow and laid almost yellowed.

The bugs that seemly crawled through to get here ate at it.

Enjoying the meal they were given.

The arm of the victim laid near their feet.

Along with their seemed to be vocal cords.

Their skin, paled and broken.

Sat in the corner, wasting away and providing nature with their corpse.

Along with it, their eyes stared to nowhere.

Only showing the terror they had succumbed to in their last moments.

It was all broken, ruined, and made the flood gates break and rush.

*PLEGH*

*COUGH*

….

………

…………..

End~

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writing-by-mimi · 2 years

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Under The Royal Eyes

Fandom: Obey Me

Genre: Romance, Horror

Pairing: Diavolo x GN!MC x Barbatos

Chapter: 1 of ?

Summary: Me taking a shot at yandere Diavolo and Barbatos who just want to show their Darling how much they are loved. Could be a one shot, might have more. Idk. Depends if you guys like it enough. It's an adult work, so read at your own risk.

You hated it. The thin gold chain that wrapped around your ankle. It magically disabled you. You weren't sure if it was draining your magic, or blocking it completely. Either way, you couldn't call for help. Couldn't leave.

Diavolo's royal chamber. Elegant, regal. Truly fit for a Prince.

It had started innocently enough. Coming back from the human world and dropping off a report, part of your responsibility as human world ambassador you shared with Solomon. The plan had been simple. See the brothers for a few days, drop off your report and spend some time with Barbatos and Diavolo. Go home.

Oh...and how close you'd been to getting home. If only you would have chosen to put Diavolo's gift on later. Maybe then you would have had a chance. Solomon would have found you and released you from it.

Instead, you had been so moved, so enchanted with such a simple gift from him. Opting to put on his gift in his office. You should have known. The moment he wanted to be the one to do something so intimate as place it on your body himself. You had brushed it off. Thinking you were making something out of nothing. It was just an ankle bracelet. Lord Diavolo had always been kind. Always a little bit shy and akward around you as of lately.

You had thought maybe he had a crush. Maybe. Ultimately you brushed it off. How narcissistic you felt... thinking the Prince of the Devildom would have a crush on you. A human exchange student. A friend...

So many red flags. You had brushed them all off, one by one.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

You had tried the balcony door. Even if they were open, you were on the third floor. No magic to float or fly. The windows didn't open. Even slamming a lamp against them did nothing... except break the lamp.

Diavolo had laughed. Your petty attempt to find any way out amused him. 'I expected my Darling to throw a fit. I must have missed enchanting the lamp.'

Nothing else broke. No matter how hard you threw it. No matter how you slammed one thing into another, the materials, some so fragile in nature, would not give. You had cried hot angry tears. Frustrated at yourself. Angry at your situation.

He had been there, when your rage gave way to tears. To a small spark of hopelessness that begin inside your chest. He had left you to 'adjust to your 'new environment'.

That had been yesterday afternoon. You still hadn't slept. The bedside clock of Diavolo's read 3:14 AM.

Twelve hours. You'd been looking, trying to find a way out. Even going so far as screaming out that the prank was awesome. That it got the message across...that you just wanted to leave.

Your D.D.D. had been in your hand when you were presented your gift. Unaware of what it would lead to. You had set it down to inspect the elegant gold chain. That was the last time you saw it. Either Diavolo or the butler had it now.

All you knew for sure is that you needed rest. Maybe sleep would solve it. Maybe it was one of Levi's out of control video games. Maybe none of this was real and you just had to wait until a clue appeared, and then you would be free. If that were the case, you would throttle the third born for scaring you so much.

You had taken shelter in the attached bathroom. Locking the door behind you. A pillow and the blanket from the bed. You slept on the floor. Body utterly exhausted, mind finally giving way to sleep. This will all be over when I wake up. It's a bad dream.

Upon waking, you stretched your body. Eyes still closed, mind still foggy with sleep. You were warm. Comfortable. Stretching again, you let out a yawn. Snuggling into the warmth you felt your mind start to slowly slip back to sleep.

"My Darling, you are so utterly adorable." A hand on the side of your face jolted you awake. Mind screaming as the fog lifted. Eyes flying open you pushed yourself from the warmth, from the voice. Strong arms pulling you against his naked chest. It didn't matter how hard you pushed him away. Your struggle yielding nothing.

"Shhhh. Hush, Darling. Did you have a nightmare? It's alright. Your here with me now. Nothing can harm you." His voice sleepy as his arms encapsulated you in a warm, firm hug.

"Let go." You bit out. Trying to escape his arms by squirming down out of his hold.

"My, my, my. Frisky in the morning Mc... Barbatos said you may need time to adjust, but I am excited your horny in the morning."

Your body froze. Trying to squirm out of his arms by slipping down... did he not care, or realize you were trying to flee? His arms on your shoulders and head released, only to flip the comforter down and grip the back of your head. His belly button the last thing you saw before being shoved down further and something warm and wet hitting your cheek. The icy fear that took over made your heart pound in your ears.

"I've dreamed about this for quite sometime, Mc." His voice still raspy from waking. His grip on the back of your head was still firm as he rutted his hips, causing his cock to slide against your cheek, a small growl echoing in the room.

You hadn't been sure when you started to cry. His voice shushing you more. Whispering reassurances. Your lips only separated for a second to let out a sob, but that had been all he needed. The sensation of his cock on the back of your throat caused you to wretch. Body trying desperately to force his shaft from your mouth.

His moan as you struggled to get his cock from your mouth sent another wave of tears. He was enjoying it. Cock twitching heavily in your mouth, you felt hopeful. His grip releasing, allowing you to remove almost half of the length in your mouth... only for it to return and force your head down farther than before, destroying that hope.

You tried to scream, but his shaft in your throat made it hard.

The pur diavolo let out after gasping made your stomach turn. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. This was still part of the nightmare. You hadn't woken up yet. He couldn't be doing this to you...

Grip tightening he slowly removed part of his cock, only for it to be thrust in yet again. His grunts and moans carrying over your gargeld crying.

His thrust became faster, deeper. Stretching your throat and making you dizzy. You hadn't had a breath in so long. His cock never left long enough for you to inhale. All you could hear was Diavolo's pleasure and raspy praises on how good you felt, and how well you were doing. Those were the last things you heard as your world slowly faded.

Upon waking, you felt numb. You had wanted it to be a dream. So desperately your mind tried to tell you it was. That it didn't happen. That you were okay.

The throb of your throat and sticky face were all the evidence you needed. Diavolo had forced you to suck him off. He had used you even after you passed out. He didn't even bother to try and clean you up. To try and hide what he had done... At least if he had done that, maybe you could have lied to yourself.

Why? Why had it come to this? What was the purpose? Just to use you? Did he not realize that you would tell? That as soon as you had the option, you would tell the brothers. Tell Simeon and Solomon. Anyone who would listen.

An odd stillness befell you. Diavolo was the Demon Prince. His image alone... would the brothers think you crazy? They had to believe you. They would believe you, right? Save you from all of this?

But how could they?

Between Barbatos and the Prince... Lucifer and Satan were cunning, but did that matter when one of the others could literally warp time to their will? Lord Diavolo... it wouldn't matter if he could mess with time, the sheer amount of strength both magically and physically. He could deal with them in an instance...

You sat in silence, the only sound your ragged breathing. Hopelessness had taken hold and it wasn't letting go. The fact he didn't bother to hide the evidence was clear. He didn't care. He wasn't worried about being caught. Even if he was, what could anyone do? What was one mortal life being used for his needs worth in the big picture.

This couldn't be right. Couldn't be happening.

The door opening suddenly made you jump. Lord Diavolo followed by Barbatos entered. "Ah, Mc, I'm glad your awake." His smile was big. Happy.

How could he be so happy? Like he hadn't just forcibly face fucked you until he came in your throat and on your face while you were passed out.

"I told you Barbatos, doesn't Mc look stunning like this? Coated in cum?" His laugh made your stomach sick and tears well up in your eyes. How? How could he not care?

"You are right, young master. I myself like how swollen their lips are."

Your stomach sank further. You had just a bit of hope that maybe he wasn't part of it. That maybe you would have an ally. Instead, the demons eyes held yours, only leaving them to focus on your fuck swollen lips.

"I thought you would." Diavolo smiled as he untied his robe and handed it to the butler. You turned your eyes away as he walked to another door. Most likely his closet. Barbatos's eyes lingered for a moment longer on you, before he moved to follow Diavolo.

Without a second thought, you ran as fast as your legs would carry you to the open door. The hope you had felt, freedom so close... dashed in an instant. You couldn't leave the room. Well, atleast part of you couldn't.

Tripping through the door way you did your best to crawl, only for the ankle with the golden chain to be caught in the door way. Pulling as hard as you could did nothing. The anklet was tight enough that you couldn't just slip it off. You had tried that before.

So close. Freedom was so close. Panic over taking your thoughts you continued to struggle hoping that maybe, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you might be able to just slip loose. That maybe an angel like Luke was watching over you and would grant you this small wish.

This was the Devildom. There were no angels here. Luke had been called back. Simeon was in the human realm now, accompanying Solomon.

You could hear a door open. Your heart sank. Diavolo and Barbatos looking at you now disappointment on their features.

"Mi'lord, did you explain to Mc their predicament? Also, did you happen to make them cum in your earlier activities?"

"I used their mouth first. I took my own pleasure. I wanted to leave them for you. As... as thanks for helping me keep our Darling."

They were in on it together. It confirmed your earlier thought.

A familiar tail reached out and grasped your ankle. You couldn't pull away from it, leg already as far out the door as you could go. Grabbing at the door frame as your body was slid towards the two as you held on as tight as you could. "Stop!"

"It seems our Darling wishes to be a brat. I do welcome the show." Diavolo laughed, you could hear the sound of furniture moving.

"I don't wish to be too rough with you, Mc, but even my Darling must face punishment for misbehaving."

You kept kicking, hoping his tail would get tired, that it would release you and you could slip out the door.

"I will give you until the count of three to be on your feet. Every second after that will be punished until I am satisfied."

"One."

You pulled with all of your might, there was no way you would walk into this madness willingly.

"Two."

"If you let me go right now I won't tell Solomon!" You threatened.

Diavolo's laugh echoed as Barbatos reached three. You let out a scream as your grip didn't seem to matter, getting pulled by the ankle with such force you left claw marks in the frame.

"Solomon will not help you." His eyes were hard as you now laid at his feet.

"Yes he will! He can order you to stop and leave me the fuck alone. Forever!"

"On your feet, Mc. Your misbehavior and yelling is very unfit for someone such as you."

"Fuck off, you second class servant." You spit on his shoes as you began to claw at his tail.

"Such a rude Darling..." Diavolo's voice carried.

The tail let you go, only for you to be caught again. Tangled in his tail that rested around your hips as you still laid at his feet. A look of indifference on his face as the twin tips of his tail slowly moved down to your crotch. "Don't you dare!" You grabbed at the end of his tail, only for it to slap your hand. It didn't stop you, continually grasping at his tail until he pulled it back completely. A small victory.

It had been short lived. His tail now entrapping your arms and pulling them behind your back. Something soft and prodding snaking it's way to the front of you between your legs. Squeezing as tightly as you could the tail parted your thighs anyway. The split tip softly dancing over your clothed sex.

You kept struggling. You had to keep fighting.

"Look at all of that fire in thier eyes Barbatos." A breathy moan caught your attention. Diavolo had his pants down, hand slowly stroking his half hard cock as he watched you fight Barbatos.

The butler turned. Walking towards the bed, pulling you along on the floor while his tail continued to rub at you through you clothes. At this angle, Lord Diavolo had a full view of whatever Barbatos had planned.

Being hoisted up, you were quickly bent over the edge of the bed, a strong hand in the center of your upper back holding you in place. During that time his tail had worked your buttons and began to slip your bottoms down, even your underwear. "No! Barbatos, no! Stop!" You couldn't help the tears. Diavolo had been so forceful, you could only imagine what he would do, now that your bottom half was bare.

The tip of his tail set to work rubbing on your exposed sex. While trying to squirm away, a hard smack on your ass caused you to cry out. "Count them, Mc."

No. You wouldn't. You didn't want any part of this game. You just wanted this to end. Another smack to your ass. This one stung just as bad as the last. "Mc, please take your punishment like an adult. If you wish to be bratty, this is the outcome."

His tail began to work faster, and you could feel it. Touching in all the right places with just the perfect amount of pressure. It wasn't fair. None of this was right. It wasn't supposed to feel nice. You hated it. You didn't want to like this. You wanted to go home! To be far away from them as possible. A small gasp left your lips as Barbatos's tail worked you a bit harder, keeping his pace. "Stop! Please!" You hadn't ment to beg. You were just scared. His talented tail was so close to making you cum. You couldn't stand it. You wouldn't.

Barbatos removed one of his gloves, running his fingers across your exposed rear. The few slaps to your ass leaving soft red marks that would fade in a few minutes. It was softer than he liked, but you would need eased into such things. Delivering another swat, he watched as your ass jiggled. It was pleasing. Exactly as he thought it would be. He would be remiss to admit your brattiness only served to pump more blood into his cock. He could swat your ass all afternoon, into the late evening if he had his way. Unfortunately both him and his master had things that needed seen too. "Count, Darling, and I'll make it short, as a reward for doing as asked."

It was getting hard to focus, you hated it. Barbatos had managed to arouse you. Through your tears, fears and punishment, he held you at the edge of an orgasm. Between the pleasure was so much panic. This wasn't supposed to be nice. You weren't supposed to cum.

"One." The sob left your mouth before you even knew what you were saying. You just wanted this to be over. Maybe once they had what they wanted they would leave you be to rot in your shame.

Soft fingers stroked your cheek as the hand on your back began to lessen its force. "Stay still, and it will be done shortly."

All you could do was nod. An end is what you were seeking. For all of this to end. Another swat to your ass and you did your best to get the word out. "Two." Another swat, harder than the others caused you to scream.

"COUNT." His voice was firm, it was the most dangerous you had ever heard him, and all he did was raise his voice a bit.

"Three!" You sputtered quickly.

"Very well done, Darling. Shall I give you a reward for showing me you can listen?" His tail moving faster now bringing you closer and closer. A thick appendage inserting itself into your entry tipped you over the edge. Blissful cries leaving you as you rode your high through your tears. Body spasming under Barbatos's watchful eyes.

The sounds of grunts brought you from your stupor just in time to lock eyes with the prince as he came. Hot thick ropes of cum coating his hand and thighs.

Barbatos continued to use his tail. Being so sensitive after coming, it sent shocks through you, whatever was inside of you continued to move and stretch you and you swore you could feel another orgasm approach. Someone was saying something, but you couldn't focus as you cried out again in bliss as your body was rocked roughly from behind. A warmth filling your hole made you try and squirm away. Only for your hips to be held firmly as the pounding slowly stopped, along with his tail.

The removal left you feeling empty. A small whine escaping as Barbatos walked into your line of sight, tucking his wet, limp cock into his pants. He had fucked you. He had cum inside of you.

You hated this feeling. So much shame swirling within, but the top notes of recent bliss seemed like daggers. Sharp. Reminding you of what had happened. How you enjoyed how the butler used you.

A fresh wave of tears took you. How? How could something so degrading, so violating, have been spun to make you feel so good. To make you cum?

The tail sliding away from under you made you shiver. "You took me so well, Mc." His voice coming out in heavy pants. His eyes finding yours as a small smile clung to his lips.

"They looked divine when you made them cum." Diavolo was also putting himself back into his pants as he stood.

"I trust you will give our Darling a bath?" The butler asked as he put his gloves back on.

"Yes. You have business to attend to." The Prince gave a nod.

No. Why couldn't they just leave you alone now. They had what they wanted.

"Oh, Darling." Diavolo let out a sigh, pity thick in his voice. His warm fingers trailing over the marks left from Barbatos. "Your skin was ment for endeavors such as this. You will become used to it, one day. Until then, we will be gentle." His soft coos trying to calm you as he slid one of his fingers inside of your hole, causing you to buck. You hadn't been ready for it. Still so sensitive from Barbatos's assault your body quivered under his touch. "Would you like more, Darling?"

"N-no!" You stuttered, trying to control your brain.

"You don't have to be shy, Mc." His finger finding that sweet spot inside of you and rubbing harshly.

"S-stop-p!" It was no use, body still made so sensitive you tipped over the edge again on Diavolos finger alone.

"You're so wonderful, my dear. Cumming with so little contact..." His words trailed off as you continued to cry. He even went as far as to roll you on your side and lay next to you, embracing you softly. "Darling, please don't cry. While you look beautiful with tear stains, I much prefer your smile." His hot breath on your ear made you flinch.

"Why?" It was a whisper. "Why did you do this to me?"

His hand combed through your hair softly, turning your eyes to meet his. You wanted to vomit. Being this close, intimate, with him. Did he not understand?

"I'll admit, I was rather rough with you this morning, and rude, but your first time cumming was for Barbatos. I owed him that."

Did he not understand the question? "Why did you take me? Why did you...why did you force yourselves on me?"

"We hardly forced ourselves on you, Mc. All we did was show you how much we care. You can have everything you deserve here. Everything you need. Most importantly, we can continue to show you how loved you are." His strong arms sat you up in his lap, then standing he held you so gently. Like you were made of glass. His voice telling you to relax and that it would be okay.

How? How could he say any of that with a straight face? How could he believe what he was doing was something that he could just... just do to you?

Being sat down gently on the side of the tub, the Prince began to run the water. Finding an appropriate temperature, he put the plug in. Any other time you may have been impressed by the size of the bathroom. Now it was just another part of your cage.

"I'll never love you, or him." It was barely a whisper, more for yourself, than for him to hear.

Suddenly, the world around you was wet.

Stretching your arms up above the water you began to panic, pulling on the side of the tub didn't move you. Being jerked forward you emerged from the water, gasping. Your brain connected the dots quickly. Diavolo had pushed you under. Held you by the front of your uniform and held you under.

"Say you love me." He voice was steady. Calm. Like he was holding a conversation with anyone.

You tried to time your breath as he pushed you backwards into the tub again. Opening your eyes a wavy image of Diavolo calmly looking down on you while he drowned you met your eyes. Clawing at his hand did nothing. Your human nails not strong enough to pierce his skin or even scratch him.

Being yanked up again, you inhaled quickly, loudly, sputtering water from your nose. "Say it, Darling." He waited a moment before pushing you back down again.

Every time he held you down for just a bit longer. Just long enough for your lungs to burn and your struggling to increase. Body in a panic at the thought of Drowning, doing all it could to get you to the surface.

"You will love us, Mc. We have nothing but time." Pushed down again, you tried to calm yourself. It just wasn't working. As he pulled you up again you couldn't help the tears and sobs racking your body. You were terrified. The last few times he held you under you were convinced it was the last. "Say it." He instructed again as he pulled you up just so your mouth and nose were above the water and no further. Apparently you hadn't answered fast enough. His assault continued as he pushed you far enough down your head hit the bottom of the tub.

It felt so long. Clawing at his hand, desperate for some sort of air. You finally broke. You couldn't take anymore. He would surely kill you if this kept up. "I love you." You coughed out gasping desperately for air. Grasping his hand to try and pull yourself further out of the water. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" You tried your best to scream it out. He needed to hear it. You needed this to stop.

You didn't want to die.

Warm hands on either side of your face directed your gaze at him. "You're lying, but someday you won't." He gave a gentle smile as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "I'll wait as long as I need for that day, Darling."

He held you as you cried. Placeing warm kisses on your hairline and petting your wet hair. Undoing your top he slid it off of you as you shook. "There's my sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up."

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misty-purple-haze · 2 years

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Here’s the dark story idea I had for a potential fic.

MC was a detective before they went to the Devildom, specializing in a lot of the darker cases.

Now, after they’ve returned to the human realm, under the cover of darkness they send out the boys to help them look for clues.

Well one of them comes back with a case shattering discovery that’s horrifying.

Ooooo, nice idea! I can imagine the boys being scarred from how brutal the human world can actually be since I doubt they have visited the human world often.

Also, I’ll add everyone into this and make it into a dark one shot that I’ll be posting in my other acc too! :D

Edit: the one shot is posted in my other account @unholy-obeyme so check it out lovelies <33

How cruel can we really be?

TW: mu*der, body horror, gore, bl*od, cruelty, overall this is an extremely dark one shot about the cruelty of humanity. Be careful please

When you sent them to look for clues they assumed it must be a harmless case, guess they didn’t expect the horrific murder scene in front of them. Guess they underestimated how cruel humanity could get.

The ripped intestines, the gashed stomach, the puddle of blood and the bent knife covered fully in blood nauseated them. And if that wasn’t enough, the blood splatters on the wall, and the agony the woman had on her face even after her death made them even more sick.

They did fight back the feeling and looked around for clues as they wanted to help you but that sick imagery stayed on their mind and it would take a long time to get over what they saw. However, it was the autopsy process that scarred them more. How can humans even be this gruesome??

Lucifer stared at the body on the table in front of him in shock. He then looked at you as you watched as the Pathologist cut open the body without a shred of disgust, or any fear in your eyes. “I never knew…” “that humanity can be downright cruel at times?” You completed his sentence for him as you stared ahead. “How are you not affected by any of this?” “Lucifer, incase you missed, I’m a detective. I’ve seen more death than you think to the point I can’t shed any tears or show any fear. What happened to this woman is horrible I admit. But what we must do is find her murderer and bring her justice.” “I’m…. I’m…” he tried to croak out words that never came. “It’s fine. And by the way, we found a suspect who just confessed to her murder.” “Oh. Who? May I ask?” “Her sister.” He looked at you with shock in his eyes. “Excuse me?” “Her sister killed her. Upon interrogation it was revealed that her sister saw her as nothing but a burden and wanted her gone. And she made sure she was gone in the most terrible way possible. The trial will be held two days after. Be sure to accompany me there.” And with that you left him. Shocked, staring at the body. It was then Mammon joined him with the same shocked expression. “Did Mc tell ya?” “Yes they did Mammon. Humans sure have changed haven’t they.” “And surely for the worst, Lucifer.” Spoke Satan. “How long have you been staring?” “I don’t know. How are the others doing?” “Horrible. Asmodeus is consoling the rest of the brothers while Diavolo is along with Mc in the interrogation room. He too, is extremely disturbed.”

“I see.” He sighs while rubbing his temples. It was then Simeon who put his hands on his shoulders. “Atleast we know who killed her. Her sister will get what she deserves. Mc is talking about it and they have informed me that most likely the punishment will be a death sentence.” “I know… it’s just that…” “ same Lucifer, I too, never knew how downright cruel humans could be…” and with that the men continued staring at the body knowing there was nothing to be done but stare…

How cruel can humans really be?

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yan-lorkai · 10 months

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Are you writing for om nb too? If so, could you write something with Solomon slowly giving mc sleeping pills to make it impossible for them to leave Cocytus Hall?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Hii, anonie, yes I'm writing for both obey me games! And I gotta say that Nb is making me love Solomon even more than I already did, he's just so euwklwks *makes grabby hands* y'know? Heh, I hope u like this!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, toxic relationship, drugging.

The last few months have been dull. The routine had quickly become tiresome, but you liked feeling that you were at least home - or, as home as you could be, since the only person who remembered the future was Solomon. Still, it was nice to be able to see the high hills embracing the castle's contours, the artificial sun created by Diavolo, and even the slow construction of the RAD, even if in the past, even if no one remembered you, you were surrounded by the people you loved.

And that was what mattered.

However, you assume that all the strong emotions you felt started to get to you. In the mornings your pillow and your blankets still seemed to call out to you, to cry out for your still tired body to succumb to its desires and for you to return to the world of dreams. And every morning you almost gave in.

It was almost as if you had been bewitched the moment you stepped into Devildom, but that was just ridiculous, surely you would be able to sense a curse being placed on you. Or, Solomon would realize, he knew a lot and you trusted him.

Today, however, you gave in to that urge. Your eyelids were so heavy, your body so tired and you slept for half the day without a care in the world.

'Maybe your vitamin D is low, sleepyhead.' Solomon speculated softly, watching you emerge into his room looking like a kitten just starting to take its first steps, clothes wrinkled and hair completely messed up. And he smiles at the sight.

He says that, but you know the first few months down here are tough for him too. However, he's more used to it than you are, coming down here to collect herbs and other ingredients for his dangerous and strange potions, and unlike you, he doesn't feel as sleepy.

You roll your eyes at the teasing tone in his voice as you lean over his shoulder to peek into what he's been working on. Once again a suspicious potion, bubbling up rings of steam and spreading a weird smell in the air, you tried not to think about it too much as you hugged him like a koala. "Well, technically speaking I bought some medicine to help you with that drowsiness this morning. It's right there."

But you didn't move. Not when another wave of drowsiness hit you, preferring instead to inhale the soft scent of the shampoo he used, murmuring thanks as you struggled to open your eyes, to move your body.

You felt soft hands caress yours, lightly, and then Solomon circled you to the chair he was sitting in and pulled you into his lap. And his arms so protective and warm were as comforting as the little song he hummed to you.

"Although you're adorable and makes me want to kiss you, I need you to swallow this pill and get back to being awake," he chuckled. Pushing a small pill into your mouth and offering you a glass of water he conjured with magic. He watched you swallow every last drop of water, watched even more as your eyes fluttered closed as doubts loomed in your mind.

Really, you should never have accepted the potions he offered you without thinking twice about his intentions.

Really, you should have listened to the brothers and walked away. He knows, he always knew that they advised you to stay away from him - anyone would have done the same.

And really, he doesn't regret it. He has no regrets about brewing sleeping potions, he has no regrets about drugging you with pills he made himself, and he certainly has no regrets about holding your tired body while he manipulates your dreams. Your dreams are pleasant and he loves watching them like someone watches their favorite movie over and over again, and a smile grows on his lips knowing that in your dreams there is only him and you.

Because it's just a happily ever after with him and you. No brothers, no Barbatos, Diavolo or Simeon. He's all the company you need, he's all you need.

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twiceasfrustrating · 1 year

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To Have and Hold 11

Chapter: 1/2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Major Character Death

Category: GN/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationships: Diavolo/GN!MC

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Main Character, Lucifer

Tags for these chapters: Not Beta Read, Yandere, Kidnapping, No Happy Ending, Restraint, Imprisonment

Summary: Love drives some people crazy and some can't stand to go without. You thought you'd found the perfect boyfriend in Diavolo, one who loved you more than anything else in the world. And, well, you weren't exactly wrong, but it turns out that he's one of the ones that can't go without…

A/N: Fucking hell! I had to do so many edits because I rearranged some chapters and switched where two major events happened.

Word Count: 1901

“My Love?” Diavolo called softly through the haze of your mind as if standing somewhere so much further away. Unfortunately for you, he was unbearably close; holding onto you as if you were precious.

You turned your head to him without actually focusing your gaze. At this point, through the sickness and jumbled thoughts in your mind, you couldn't be bothered to scream, cry, or fake a smile. Everything just felt so heavy. You weren’t sure you could even lift a teacup like you had yesterday during that forced ‘date’.

“Hm?” You hummed weakly, wondering where all the grit and tenacity inside of you had gone recently. Sure you were sick, but it was as if all the energy you had faded all at once and was nowhere near returning.

"My Love, you need to get ready. We have a surprise guest."

A… guest? As in someone besides him and Barbatos? And he was going to let you out of the room to see them? Did you, through your addled mind, dare to have hope?

"This will be uncomfortable, but bare with me."

He undid the bindings that always kept you attached to the bed only to tie your arms and legs together so you couldn't move any of your limbs. He picked you up bridal style.

"Close your eyes," he whispered with a smile across his face, as if he was excitedly waiting to show you something for your birthday.

When you didn't do it immediately, he frowned. "Would it be easier to blind you?"

That barely veiled threat was enough for you to close your eyes as he ordered.

"Good. Oh! No peeking or I really will have to blind you to eliminate that temptation," he said far too cheerfully.

You could feel the jolt from his sudden movement as he began walking. The sound of the door opening felt so foreign, as well as all the twists and turns he made. In the back of your mind, you tried to remember how many times he turned left and right, making a map of where you were in the palace behind your eyelids. Every set of stairs and even the changing sound of his footsteps was a clue you added to your inner map key. It was crude at best, but it was something. It was a possibility.

He finally stopped.

"You can open your eyes if you want."

As you did, light flooded your vision. When your vision adjusted though, you recognized the drawing room. You also recognized the chair he was standing in front of, although the seat was raised to reveal a small space inside.

"It's important we both greet our guest, although you may be uncomfortable. Forgive me for that." He kissed your temple.

“Just stay here like a good little human and try not to make too much noise.” Diavolo’s voice sounded so sweet as he spoke, but there was a clear threat behind his words. Or, perhaps everything he said sounded like a threat now.

You whimpered as he closed the lid over you, surrounding you in darkness in a very uncomfortable position. You were slumped over to fit into the small space, your head drooping down against your knees so all you could do was stare at the wood beneath you. You weren’t even able to adjust into a more comfortable position, since the bindings that dug into your skin wrapped their way around your calves, up your thighs, to your torso, and kept your arms in place. You hadn’t even been here for a full minute and you were already in pain. At least you could lie down comfortably in the stupid room.

In this place, all you could do was wait in the pitch-black darkness for something to happen. In some futile attempt to relieve your boredom, you actually started to count your fingers over and over again. It was something at the very least, even though you lost track at some point in the thousands and had to start over. Even mistakes were more interesting than nothingness.

“-very concerning.” You finally heard a faint voice through the walls around you. It’s very familiar, but you know that it isn’t Diavolo’s.

“I see. That is troubling.” That was Diavolo.

“Are you sure they haven’t reached out to you?” That voice really was familiar, but it was hard to make out properly through the walls around you, “Even an attempt would be sufficient.”

“They haven’t contacted me since our last conversation, and that was nearly a month ago.” Something shifted over you, like a great weight was just placed on top of you, “Please, take a seat.”

“I apologize, Lord Diavolo, but I only stopped by to see if you’d heard from them. I do not have time for tea today.” Lucifer! That’s who the voice belonged to.

"Don't be in such a rush. Barbatos, prepare something for Lucifer's nerves. He needs to relax."

Barbatos said something that sounded like agreement, but you couldn't quite make out the exact words.

"I apologize. We've all been concerned lately and I'm letting it show more than I should."

“No one is blaming you for being worried about them, I doubt you have anything to be worried about. If they wanted or needed your help, I’m sure they’d summon you.” There was a loud thump against the outer walls of the box you were inside of, and you could only assume Diavolo kicked it.

“We think they did. Or rather, we believe Belphie,” hearing that name made you feel like you were going to puke, “was summoned but we haven’t heard from him either...”

“Oh? Why do you think he was summoned?”

“He vanished suddenly without a word. Such an abrupt departure most likely means he was called on.”

"Belphegor is a strong demon. If he gets into any danger, I'm sure he can handle himself."

Liar!

You wanted to scream, to shout, to curse him out, but stayed silent because of Lucifer.

Salvation was right there. You knew Lucifer would help you if you asked him to, but you also knew that Diavolo wouldn't allow it. Images of Belphie's lifeless body flashed in your mind, his blood soaking into the floor and the crushing of his vertebrae abruptly cracking echoing in your ears.

You couldn't risk that happening to Lucifer too. You'd already taken the youngest sibling from his family; you couldn't take the oldest one too.

"We're going to look for them – thank you, Barbatos," Lucifer suddenly said. "I understand if you can't join us, but-"

"What kind of partner would I be if I didn't look for them?" The seat above you creaked as he shifted his weight. "Barbatos can handle everything while I'm gone. Right?"

"Please finish your paperwork before you go."

Diavolo whined. "Isn't this more important though?"

"Are you planning to leave immediately, Lucifer?" Barbatos asked.

"We're preparing today and tomorrow then leaving the next day."

"Then there is time to do what you need."

Diavolo whined louder. "I suppose. Although I should prepare too…"

"I would advise seeing Lucifer out then."

"Of course. Thank you for your time."

The weight on top of you shifted again, but this time it was in a way that relieved the pressure above you.

"I wish we were meeting under better circumstances like old times. Still, I'm glad you are all looking for them since I'm so preoccupi-" Diavolo's voice faded into the distance and you were alone again.

Your heart hammered in your throat, your limbs were numb and tired, your skin felt like it was burning up. Everything inside of you felt wrong. Screaming at you to say something before they left, but your logic kept your mouth shut.

There were a few more uncomfortable minutes of silence before blinding light poured into your little box. You closed your eyes out of reflex immediately, finding it painful to look out into the world.

“So you are still there,” Diavolo’s voice was soft as he reached out to see if you were real and not just a hallucination, “You were so quiet that I thought you had gotten out somehow. I’m happy that you were just following orders.”

You could feel his hand on you and normally you would feel utter disgust, but, at the moment, the only emotion inside of you was distraught. You broke down the moment he brushed his warm fingers against your cheek and sobbed uncontrollably. Not just in sadness, but in rage. There were no tears as you cried -- you had no more to give -- but if you could you knew they would be life fire.

“Why?” You finally managed to hiccup out through your continued and persistent sobs, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Lucifer was worried about you. They were all worried about you! And they hadn't given up yet. It was a cruel joke to give you that tiny ray of hope that you knew would never shine upon you.

“I’m not doing anything, my love. Everything happening is the result of your own actions.” You were the one that made him fall for you, you were the one that kept fighting back, and you were the one who refused to reach out for help when it was right in front of you. If only you could learn to behave yourself, he would be allowed to be kinder to you.

"You lied to him." You screamed, finding anything to break down that smug attitude of his. "You know where I am and you know about… about…." You quietly muttered Belphie's name, not feeling you had the right to even say it.

"I never lied. I only said you hadn't contacted me. That is true since I'm the one coming to you. And Belphegor could handle any danger he found himself in if you hadn't gotten him killed."

It was like twisting the knife already buried to the hilt in your heart.

"Do you have any other concerns?"

You couldn't say anything. There was no response you could give to his insane logic and half truths.

Seeing you fall so readily into compliance, he nuzzled against your neck.

"My lord," Barbatos suddenly said, making you aware of his presence, "the carrot."

"Oh, yes."

He cleared his throat. “You were so good while Lucifer was here. You deserve a reward.” His claws brushed carefully over your delicate skin until they reached the rope and sliced through like it was sewing thread. Your body fell loose the moment it was freed, even though you still couldn’t move any of it because of how numb they were, “What would you like?”

Your eyes had finally adjusted to the brightness of the room, so you opened two bloodshot orbs in Diavolo’s direction, feeling completely hollow inside at the sight of him beaming at you. If you didn’t know better, you would almost think him benevolent. It was too bad you did know better.

“Die.” It was the only request you could think of; every hateful thought and plea for freedom you had boiling to the surface in one succinct word.

"My love," he brushed a thumb over your bottom lip before forcing a soft kiss on you, "how could I do that and risk leaving you all alone?" No. He would ensure that both of you lived long enough to enjoy your new, happy life together.

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