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radnewspaperroom · 11 months ago

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Fuck it I'm climbing the walls at work and a hairs way of beating my head into my desk about it

Have a snippet with my MC OC Sahmin

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Mephistopheles watched as the group of brothers hovered protectively around her. Not enough to be suffocating but enough that it was obvious any of them could swoop in and steal her away should competition arise or trouble brew.

She was human. Fragile, clumsy and all too trusting. A veritable storm of winds with the way she could fan the brothers troublesome sparks into roaring flames.

The Devildom was chaos in its core, things happened randomly without warning, thought or care to consequence all the time. But there too was order.

That human woman however seemed to be chaos in mortal form. Whether she obeyed the order around her and made no trouble or would flash her own stubborn, chaotic streak was as random as flipping a coin.

She had somewhat reigned in the unruly brothers. Former angels from the Celestial Realm. They didn't mean to cause much trouble, it just simple seemed to spawn around them. A tragic comedy one would think watching them with the way they carried on.

Even now as he sipped his Demonus standing near an open window; he could see the tallest of the brothers, Beelzebub, being scolded by Satan and Levi was laughing along for the amount of food and drink he was putting away.

Asmo had a flock of men and women a like following him throughout the room, making rounds, posing for photos, dancing to his hearts content. He was made for functions like this and flourished.

Belpegor was leaning against a wall, cup in hand, fast asleep. It amazed Mephistopheles, only slightly, how the avatar of sloth was able to do such things. He'd once even witness the demon turned angel walking while sleeping all the way home.

Mammon was chatting with some demons near a pillar, his back to Lucifer who was alternating between watching him warily and stealing glances at the human who stood some feet away with the angels from the Celestia Realm, dancing with Luke, the youngest of her little flock.

Many demons had given them a once over and more than a few had given disapproving looks, but so subtle that they could have easily been misinterpreted as disinterest. Not to him though. He had grown up with Noble Demons. He could read their disgust as easily as he could Leviathan's when he watched Beel devour a Hellhook fish whole, bones, scales, fins, eyes and all.

Despite the trials and the time passed, many demons still didn't believe fully in Lord Diavolo's dream of a unified triworld peace. Mephistopheles wasn't sure *he* believed it. But watching Sahmin, the human world exchange student turned RAD council member, as she twirled and laughed with Luke. He could see those around her watching her. Members from all three worlds.

Solomon and Simeon talked near by and watch the duo dance to the music smiling as Lucifer drug Mammon away from his group to stand (no doubt in punishment) with the group. His eyes didn't leave the human as he too smiled happily. It was like she was a beacon of happiness. Everyone who got too close to her wrapped in her warmth and love, unashamed and unending.

She was laughing happily, her lavender hair twirling, the wind catching the curls she had styled the long locks into. When the song was over she pulled Luke into a hug and kissed the top of his head before smoothing down his hair and excusing herself to get a drink, alone.

He could see that she was a catalyst for change at the very least. Once even the thought of having angels, cast from the Celestial Realm or not, at a ball full of demon nobles and high society.

He took another sip of his drink and glanced around the room again, he supposed it was about time to change positions. Standing idle at a party would mark you a recluse. A social outcast. He wouldn't, couldn't, do that as a Noble.

He turned to glance out the window when a hearty laugh drew his attention. Diavolo was toward the double doors that lead into the ballroom, still greeting and thanking guests. He could go offer his silent company. But a streak of lavender caught his eye and he followed it. Sahmin was headed to the garden, alone. Waving as she passed, drink in her hand.

Catalyst of Chaos. Mephistopheles thought to himself and left his station, following slowly behind as she excused herself through the crowd until the heat of bodies gave way to the cool garden air. She pulled her curtain of hair around her shoulder to reveal her dresses back and get hair on her neck.

Her dress was simple, she wasn't one for extravagance. Not often did she don anything that would make her stand out to much. The subtle fade from pink to purple made him think of her hair and eyes, it suited her well.

"Sahmin." He approached slowly and waited her her to turn and look over her clear shoulder.

"Mephistopheles!" She grinned and turned to curtsey at him, she wasn't as polished as the nobility but it was not meant to be overly formal. "Good evening!" She laughed as she wobbled coming out of the curtsey.

"Good evening." He replied and approached to stand next to her, two steps away from her however. He mustnt get to close and give any wandering eye the wrong impression. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm having a blast." She nodded and looked up, sighing as stars fell through the sky. "Just gotta a little to hot." She fanned herself with her gloved hand.

"Perhaps cutting down on the twirls would help?" Mephistopheles chided her lightly.

"But then what's the point of a pretty dress if not to twirl?" she half complained and twirled slowly, the ends of her dress lifting and filling with air, she stumbled a little and Mephistopheles caught her with one arm to steady her. "Ok," she giggled and pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe save it for when the room stops spinning."

"Do you need to sit down?" Her head bobbed with her bubbly laughter and he found himself rolling his eyes as he hides her to sit on one of the chairs under the Gazebo. "Come on then. Over here, out of the way where you won't be a nuisance."

She sighed as she sat and tilted her head back against the iron back of the chair to watch more stars fall. "There. Better?"

"Yes, thank you Mephisto." She smiled at him, her jewelry twinkling in the starlight. He sat down in the chair across the small table. "Are you having fun?" She asked and sipped at her drink.

"I would advise, you go light." He warned, eyeing the cup in her hand and the smirk that tipped up on her thin lips before she took a long draw from the glass. "You're impossible." He sighed and shook his head. "I was enjoying myself, before I became a babysitter." He narrowed his emerald eyes at her as she swirled the Demonus in her glass.

"Oh please." She lulled her head to the side, she rolled her eyes. "I got a little off balance. I'm not smashed. I don't need a baby sitter."

"How many of those have you had?" He demanded putting down his own glass.

"Six." She admitted and laughed when he baulked at her. "Unclench your pearls Mephisto. It's Demonus. It's not effective for humans. I might as well be drinking pomegranate juice." She giggled as he looked at his glass and then her own. "It's true. I drank Asmo under the table once. That's when we realized."

He sat in stunned silence, as she watched him, her pink eyes half hooded in mischief. "Want to try against me?" She smirked over her glass again. "I still can't convince Lucifer to try."

"I suppose it was scientific probability at least one of those brothers would have enough braincells to make sense of that." He grumbled and looked away, not buying into her goading him. "Well then. If you're sure--"

"I am. Despite what or how little you think of me." She reclined in her chair and stretched out, looking comfortable and formidable. "I can handle myself."

"I will admit." He said as he stood and adjusted his suit. "The Devildom is dangerous to humans and you are the sole human--"

"Second." She corrected.

"HUMAN." He stressed, annoyed and making it clear he didn't consider Solomon a human anymore than the magic user did. "To survive as long as you have here. You can handle yourself. You're powerful yes. But regardless." He watched her, the slight tilt of her head as she watched him. All snark and sarcasm slowly melting away, returning her features to the gentle neutral face most were used to. "Stay where I can see you." He said before bowing his head and taking his leave. Leaving his glass on the table.

Sahmin was in shock. Did Mephistopheles, Demon Noble and head of the newspaper club show her kindness without somehow twisting it in a compliment to Diavolo? No dig at the last word to put her back down into her place where he believed she belonged? She crossed her arms And pouted. *Don't be ridiculous. He can't compliment anyone aside from Barbatos and Dia.* She thought. *"Stay where I can see you."* He had said.

Something bugged her about the way he worded it. Like he wanted to keep an eye on her because she was unstable in her power, like she would be a danger. A streak of anger flared in her. She recalled when Lucifer had treated her as a threat to the boys.

It was a sore spot in her heart. Something she had a hard time forgiving and letting go of. So to have Mephistopheles, someone she was coming to know better, return her to that point in her past, it was a painful feeling. Reminders that no matter how long she lived in the Devildom, she was a human and many still believed her stupid and violent. A danger. A threat.

But something else was gnawing at her. She conjured Mephistopheles face in her mind. She saw his passive face and set jaw. His green eyes watching guarded. Then thought of how he had looked at her before he left. His jaw was softer, not clenched like he was on edge. His eyes had been locked with hers and....soft? His brows relaxed and his posture while still straight was leaned toward her.

His last words hadn't been a demand. Commander to soldier. Leader to follower. Lord to a commoner.

It was a request.

A plea.

the anger faded into something else. A feeling she had become more familiar with since coming to the Devildom. A blooming in her chest like the rise of dawn in the human world.

He'd been asking her to stay within his site, to help her when she needed it. *"You can hold your own. You're powerful yes, but regardless. Stay where I can see you."* **So I can help you** her mind whispered in his voice.

She drained her glass of Demonus and groaned at the lack of a reaction to her body and psyche. She would have to see if Solomon could get his hands on human world wine.

I have a growing God damn need for a Bridgerton inspired fanfic for MC x Mephistopheles

His line of "the devildom is dangerous, you can hold you own pretty well but even still.....stay where I can see you." Is echoing in my head and I can absolutely see him being calm and collected all day until it's night and he's trying to sleep but cant get MC out of his head.

The way they smile, the touch of their hand, the way they bow/curtsey and smirk at him drive him insane in private. But his walls are up too good for MC to catch on quickly in person.

Not until his request to stay in his line of sight. At first they scoff, of course he wants me to stay where he can see me. Can't embarrass Lord Diavolo or cause trouble. But as they think about it. The relax of his eyes, the softening of his tone, the way he watched them turn away first and lingered. Perhaps it wasn't because of embarrassment he wanted them to stay visible to him, not just visible. But near?

I could ABSOLUTELY see him in a period drama ah la Mr.Darcy or a Bridgerton leading man stand in and pinning for MC but it's forbidden because Demon Lordship bullshitery

I don't have time to write RN with stupid ass IRL work and I'm so exhausted everyday 😭 does anyone have recommendations???

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