#how to get rid of asmodeus demon

[exorcismdemoncasting]

How to Get Rid of Asmodeus Demons: A Comprehensive Guide

Fighting Asmodeus demons is not just a battle against a specific demonic force but a symbolic struggle against lust, temptation, and destructive passions. Asmodeus, a demon rooted in various religious and mythological traditions, is associated with desire and chaos. If you feel plagued by this influence, understanding its nature and employing strategic methods can help you regain control over your life.

Understanding Asmodeus

Asmodeus is often depicted as the demon of lust and wrath, fostering destructive desires and weakening self-discipline. His presence is said to manifest in a variety of ways, including recurring negative thoughts, addictive behaviors, or an overwhelming sense of inner turmoil. To effectively combat Asmodeus demons, it’s crucial to identify their effects in your life.

Steps to Rid Yourself of Asmodeus Demons

1. Strengthen Your Spiritual Core

One of the most effective methods of fighting Asmodeus demons is to fortify your spiritual defenses. Whether you follow a specific religion or adhere to general spiritual principles, strengthening your inner self can create a protective barrier against malevolent forces.

Prayer or Meditation: Regular prayer, meditation, or chanting sacred mantras can help fortify your mind and soul. For example, reciting protective psalms, such as Psalm 91, or focusing on calming affirmations can provide immense strength.

Sacred Symbols and Talismans: Wearing or keeping sacred symbols like crosses, pentacles, or talismans of protection can deter demonic energies.

2. Cleanse Your Space

Demons are believed to thrive in environments filled with chaos, negativity, and despair. Cleaning and purifying your surroundings can help expel unwanted influences.

Burn Incense or Sage: Burning sage, frankincense, or myrrh is an age-old practice for spiritual cleansing. The smoke is believed to drive away demonic entities and purify the energy in your home.

Holy Water and Salt: Sprinkling holy water or placing blessed salt in the corners of your home can create a protective shield against Asmodeus’ influence.

3. Seek Professional Help

If you believe you are under the influence of Asmodeus demons, seeking assistance from professionals skilled in exorcisms or spiritual cleansing may be necessary.

Religious Leaders: Priests, shamans, or other spiritual leaders experienced in handling demonic influences can perform rituals to remove these entities.

Energy Healers: Some energy healers and Reiki practitioners specialize in clearing negative energies from individuals and spaces.

4. Build Emotional Resilience

Asmodeus often exploits emotional vulnerabilities, such as low self-esteem or unresolved anger. Strengthening your emotional resilience can weaken his hold over you.

Therapy or Counseling: Working with a therapist can help you identify patterns of thought or behavior that make you susceptible to negative influences.

Practice Gratitude and Positivity: Keeping a gratitude journal or engaging in positive affirmations can shift your mindset and repel dark energies.

5. Break Free from Destructive Habits

Asmodeus is linked to indulgent behaviors and vices. Overcoming these patterns can diminish his power over you.

Identify Triggers: Understand the situations or emotions that lead you to give in to temptations.

Practice Discipline: Engage in practices like fasting, abstinence, or regular exercise to strengthen your self-control.

6. Call on Higher Powers

Throughout history, humans have called upon higher powers for protection against demonic forces. Invoke the aid of angels, deities, or other divine entities to assist in your battle.

Archangel Michael: Known as the protector and leader of heavenly armies, Archangel Michael is a powerful ally when fighting Asmodeus demons. Prayers to him can provide strength and protection.

Light a Candle: Lighting candles while praying symbolizes your intent to banish darkness and invite divine light into your life.

Staying Vigilant Against Asmodeus

While removing Asmodeus’ influence is possible, staying vigilant is essential to prevent his return. Practice mindfulness, avoid negative influences, and cultivate a disciplined lifestyle to maintain your spiritual and emotional defenses.

Fighting Asmodeus demons requires a combination of spiritual practices, emotional strength, and disciplined action. Whether you’re battling external forces or internal struggles, remember that the key lies in cultivating light, love, and strength within yourself. By taking proactive steps, you can overcome these dark influences and reclaim your peace and power.

[reallyromealone]

I HAVE COME TO REQUEST

So basically Ciel babysitting Elizabeth's little brother part 3, I can imagine (name) hanging out with his new demon friend with Sebastian telling Ciel what happened and Ciel's like "get rid of the demon" because he didn't want little name to get hurt by the demon or make a deal so young ≧ω≦

(No need to do this)

Title: demon? Demon!

Fandom: obey me, black butler

Characters: Ciel, Elizabeth (mentioned), Sebastian, Asmodeus

Fic type: fluff, suggestive between Sebastian and Asmodeus

Pairings: none

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child reader, Asmodeus is a shit, fluff, cute, reader loves flowers

Notes: I can't believe I'm shipping Asmodeus and Sebastian

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(Name) Held his new friends hand gently as they played in the garden, the maids and butlers unable to take their eyes off the beautiful brunette that took the position of (name)s nanny, watching over him with a sweet smile "Asmo! Look!" (Name) Pointed to a pretty flower that was a soft shade of pink "same colour as your eyes!" He said excitedly and the demon cooed at the little one.

(Name)s new development was... Concerning for Ciel and Sebastian who came by to visit with some toys and sweets for the little one as Elizabeth finished her sword classes.

"Sebastian"

"Yes, young master?"

"We must remove that demon from (name)s company" Ciel said simply and Sebastian nodded, the two were well aware of what caliber of demon Asmodeus was, he was a sin avatar.

They knew he was taking energy from the staff, thankfully he hadn't made any deals with (name), the boy clearly just thinking that the lust avatar was his new best friend.

"Come now, it's naptime for you little one" Asmodeus lifted the boy up and (name) pouted "but I'm not sleepy!" He whined and Asmodeus shushed him "big boys need naps, look at Mr Sebastian, do you think he got this big without naps?"

"Did you nap Mr Sebastian?" (Name) Asked the demon who smiled at the little one "of course young master (name)" Sebastian said and (name) nodded before letting himself be carried to his awaiting bed for nap time.

Sebastian could hear the other sing a lullaby to the little one before getting up "now why are you following me, lesser?" Asmodeus asked with a sickeningly sweet tone "don't tell me you're sweet on me~" he teased and Sebastian scoffed and glared at him "I'm afraid I cannot allow you to make a deal with young (name)"

"Deal?"

"Is that not why you're with him?"

Asmodeus let out a laugh before smiling at Sebastian "no no, I'm simply bored and he's great entertainment... I have been having baby fever of sorts and I don't want to raise a little hellion so here I am" Asmodeus explained to the other before leaning closer "it's so cute how worried you are~"

"I'm simply carrying out a task for my young master" Sebastian smiled and got closer "if I find you doing any deals with that child I will kill you" he whispered to the other who grinned "kinky" he replied and Sebastian wanted to strangle him.

Asmodeus knew this wouldn't be the last he saw of the crow demon who was obviously tasked with removal but he wanted to have fun with the demon.

And fun he would.

But first he had to put together a few games for his little buddy, he was thinking of painting.

[coriannawrites]

Warnings: Depictions of violence, cannibalism, demons being demons

Which demon would let you be evil?

It was bound to happen. Threats about getting your heart ripped out thrown around left and right have made you a bit… prone to violence.

You just itch to call on your demon to eviscerate the incubus that couldn’t take no for an answer.

You’re prone to calling your demon to rid the area of creatures you don’t like.

To cut down the forest housing biologically necessary creatures that stung you once.

The answer is all of them. They love you— your newfound twisted nature is just a bonus.

And it’s not really, really twisted. It’s the Devildom, evil is the norm.

Sure does look good on you.

You’re at your most beautiful when you don’t see the need to call your demon to deal with a meddling imp. They aren’t worthy to be cursed by the presence of your pact demons, let alone Lucifer. No. You’ll kill them yourself.

Mammon knows Lucifer is wrong. You’re the sexiest when you steal for the fun of it. That succubus’s prized anklet? You wanted it so bad, you had no problem whistling for Mammon to drown her in the toilet while you pilfered her stuff. Mammon asked if you could make out after.

You’re cute when someone has something you want. Not in that disgusting greedy, sticky-fingers way, no— Levi knows you’re downright adorable when your eyes crinkle in distaste at an imp coming first. You worked so hard on that project. How could you let that lesser demon walk all over you, gloat all over you? One look towards Levi has him quivering, rushing to destroy the demon that’s worked you into an envious frenzy.

Envious frenzies are nothing compared to how stunning you are when you’re worked into a rage. Satan was peacefully reading, plotting to curse another one of Lucifer’s ties when you bathed in. He’s awestruck. The rage is oozing out of you, and when you grab him by the tie and tell him to erase the demon that humiliated you today, he’s more than happy to.

Bloodlust is sexy. Fullstop. Shaking, twisting, grinding at the Fall and Asmodeus wants to put his hands all over you. Please, let him. You tut, gently turning his face towards the succubus that had tried seducing him earlier. Wouldn’t it be so cute if she wasn’t bothering him anymore? You know you would both look good in blood red. Asmo loved your confidence.

Hunger kills. There’s a long line to Madam Screams, you’re starting to tap your foot impatiently. Beelzebub’s stomach growls. That sets you off, what sort of pact master would let your sweet little demon go hungry? You’re attractive as you step aside and tell Beel to clear the path. You’re to die for when you laugh and laugh that the long line is gone, ignoring the half-eaten hand sticking out of Beel’s mouth.

You’re cute asleep. Vulnerable, almost angelic. Belphegor knows your the furthest thing from angelic when you’re rudely woken up, interrupted from your dreams of world domination. Stupid lesser demon for barging in to your classroom. Didn’t she know you’d be in here, huh? She didn’t, and you knew that. Here’s what Belphie finds ridiculously attractive and annoying— you yawn and wave at him to do your bidding, ridding of the pest. He complains and grumbles about his own sleep, but he relishes it all the same.

[windandglory]

On Urara's evil cycle (is he a weirdo?)

It was a brief moment. Pretty easy to overlook. The rush of having just done something to gain the respect of Leviathan Leiji caused Urara to slip into an evil cycle. A natural evil cycle, given how quickly it went away.

We see Urara's eyes here, while he's still stuck in the water bubble. They look normal.

(For reference, these are definitively normal Urara eyes.)

I believe it begins here, after the worst of the danger has passed and he's getting more personalized attention from Leiji (baby gay! love it for him). The "water" at the bottom of his eyes has started to pool.

On this page, Urara's eyes are, likely intentionally, hidden except for panel 1 (the second-to-last panel is a flashback). It's not clear, and his eyes aren't drawn in detail, but you can still see the sort of wave pattern rather than the usual downward curve.

And here. The scene of the crime. We see his eyes in detail. there are bubbles in it, and it looks like pooling water. It's themed, kind of like his sister's. In fact, the pattern of it kind of looks like Clara's but inverted. I don't think it's a coincidence that these two mini-arcs were set up right beside each other.

Anyway, after Leiji chastizes Urara, the "water" seems to literally drain from his eyes. It's odd that this snapped him out of this evil cycle, given that our resident returned-to-origins demon seems to enjoy being scolded lots, and it's happiness and stress relief (see:akudols) said to keep demons out of their evil cycle, but whatever works for Urara, I suppose.

The next time we see Urara's eyes, they're back to normal entirely. The dark shading at the bottom of his eyes curves downwards, and he doesn't get that look on his face again.

However, I don't think he's out of the red yet. We see those bubbles come back here, when Leiji tells him to watch:

(again, it's Leiji! Urara really idolizes this jerk)

And here, when Urara goes on about how cool Leiji is:

And here, when Urara gets promoted (and poked in the ribs by Leiji):

And here, again when Leiji's addressing him directly:

It's important to note that Urara's eyes look somewhat like this earlier, after Leiji touches him for the first time:

As a counterpoint to everything I just said, the netherworld’s premier expert on evil cycles is present and never comments on it. The simplest explanation is that this is just a stylistic choice and Urara never entered an evil cycle at all. As for me, I think there might be multiple stages of an evil cycle. The stress may not have overwhelmed Urara, and Balam knows to worry more about behavior than the appearance of the eyes. Urara is responding to his demonic instincts as a reaction to stress but his rational thought is not impaired, something that may be a sign of a possible impending evil cycle without any urgency, which is why Balam didn’t bother to mention it as it reverts within a matter of minutes.

So: evil cycle or just a childhood crush? Or both? Honestly, I don't know.

The depiction of evil cycles has been a bit inconsistent. At the beginning of the manga, it sounded like demons just went through PMS every so often. Feels like an evil cycle sometimes, honestly.

Nowadays, it’s depicted more akin to a psychotic break. A demon’s body is stressed, either from negative stress or excitement, and an evil cycle is the culmination and in some cases release of that stress. Their view of the world is changed (see:Iruma in his artificial evil cycle suddenly finding the situation the abnormal class is in unfair) and previously present morals fall by the wayside (see:Clara finding trapping her best friends in a pocket dimension forever, draining their mana constantly, to be an entirely okay thing to do). Sometimes a demon in an evil cycle just needs to vent their stress (Asmodeus), sometimes they need to get rid of the primary stressor (Clara). However, like a psychotic break, the evil cycle itself is not a release of stress. The end of one is. Balam says that a (triggered) evil cycle puts a lot of strain on a demon’s body. I think this is why Kirio is so frail. The strain of consuming mana only counts for his exhaustion after using his barrier. Since he’s essentially in a constant evil cycle, his body is always in a constant state of activation. It’s not sustainable.

Most demons seem to go through an evil cycle just once or twice before they find a sustainable way to prevent it, or perhaps not at all. A bunch of demons going into an evil cycle at Levialon is a big deal rather than a natural coincidence. The entirety of demonic culture makes room for ways for demons to have outlets for stress to prevent evil cycles, as if it's some big societal problem. A demon that's returned to origins, basically one in a constant evil cycle, is something dangerous that just doesn't happen anymore, even though evil cycles seem to. Some demons, especially those with high mana and strong personalities (Asmodeus, Clara) get violent or otherwise hostile while in their evil cycle. Iruma at the point where he went into his simulated evil cycle had no strong personality but had access to a LOT of mana, and he just became a more confident, productive person. Though, they seem to have been making evil cycles a more important part of the story, so I'm excited to see what direction they take it in! PMS or psychotic break, we will see!

[obey-me-disaster]

I saw the Mammon with a clingy MC headcannons and was wondering if you could please write those for the rest of the brothers?

Sure thing ^-^

This is the first I got to write after the hiatus. It was such a nice thing to work on in order to get back into writing.

Demon brothers with a very clingy MC

Lucifer

As much as he would love to indulge you, he is a busy demon. He can't always be by your side and sometimes, he needs his alone time to get rid of his nerves.

Still, he tries to make time for you cause he would hate if you started to feel neglected because of his work.

Usually when he invites you over to his room to listen to music or to talk about 'important matters' it just means you'll get to be as clingy as you want with him.

He takes advantage of those times to let go of all the stress and just relax with his lover. If he drinks enough he might start venting about either his brothers or Diavolo and be generally more open.

Sometimes, when he is doing paperwork, he will let you sit on his lap to cuddle him. From time to time he will stop to check on you and give you a kiss.

Unless he is doing really important work, he will let himself be dragged away from his office by a clingy MC without putting too much of a fight. As much as he may try not to show it, he adores you and he would be more than happy to indulge a clingy MC

If he is in demon form at an event, he likes to wrap on of his wings around you to bring you closer to him.

Mammon

Already done here

Leviathan

He adores it but he is not used to it!

He isn't used to the attention, the affection, and all the spending time together.

He is an introvert, from time to time he needs time some time alone in order to recharge his social batteries. Tho, as time passes, some of the 'time alone sessions' can be 'spending time in the same room but doing different things in silence' sessions.

He adores all the cuddles and attention, but it will take him some time to get fully comfortable. He will go through some phases where he feels guilty for not being all that comfortable from the get go but that's nothing a little bit of reassurance won't solve.

He likes to wrap his tail around you when play games, either around on of your legs or waist.

He tries to convince you to either wear one of his hoodies or for you to give him one of your jackets/hoodies. He tries...but he always gets embarrassed before really saying anything.

Once he gets used to all of the attention and affection he will start being clingy too, and actually be open about it!

Satan

It would hit him pretty hard that someone wants to be that close to him in that way. Sure, there have probably been demons and witches alike that wanted to be close with him for various reasons, but this was the first time when he felt so calm and warm about it.

This feeling didn't really hit him at first, he would just be close to MC while he was reading. It really hit him one random day when he realized how little his wrath was screaming inside of him.

Whenever you decide to cuddle him he treats the same way as if a cat would sit on his lap, he is no longer allowed to move.

Would honestly take a clingy MC to different museums or exhibitions in order to both satisfy your clinginess and his thirst for knowledge.

He is quite a romantic demon from all those novels he has read, so a lot of the things you two do, especially on the days you're especially clingy, would remind him of scenes from his favourite books.

Asmodeus

No matter how clingy you may be, Asmo has you beat in that category. He is honestly the best brother for a clingy MC.

He is clingy himself, would welcome with open arms all of your affection and doesn't have any emotional baggage holding him back from being affectionate with you.

You two are basically never separated after a while. You two might as well share a room and a closet. He has no qualms about sharing clothes with you.

He likes to think about what activities would bring you even closer. And of course, there will be tons of photos, both for Asmo's enjoyment and for devilgram.

The poor guy gets so used to having you always by his side that if he has to go through a day without you he will start complaining that his affection levels are low. He will start crying about dying if you don't shower him in your affection, so go wait him in his room won't you?

Beelzebub

Would be really chill about a clingy MC. If they wanted to, he could just carry them around. He enjoys their attention and food tastes better when they are with him.

Working out? Chances are you are being used as one of his weights. Eating? Sitting in his lap. 10/10 guy to cling to.

He prefers to carry you around cause he is aware of his one track mind. If he gets too focused about either one of his hobbies, food or working out, he fears he wouldn't be able to give you as much attention as you need.

Belphegor

Be prepared to be his pillow 24/7. He will fully take advantage of you being clingy towards him to make you his nap partner.

You can't exactly get too mad at him either...you get to be clingy and he gets his sleep, with how nice and soft he feels chances are you'll fall asleep too.

Even when he isn't asleep, he likes to lean against you and generally be really close with you. He is probably as clingy as you are.

Uses his younger brother privileges to get his brothers to leave the two of you alone.

Honestly, a lot of the time it would be enough if he was able to sleep in the same room you're in, even if you aren't cuddled up with him, but if he can convince you to put off for later whatever you were working on why wouldn't he? He is the avatar of sloth after all.

[lou-struck]

Facing Me

Asmodeus x reader

Part One

W.C 1.5k

~ Spring Cleaning in the HOL takes a strange turn when you and Asmodeus find a cursed mirror.

After the House of Lamination was taken over by that Army of rats last week, Barbaots strongly recommended that the Brothers do a bit of decluttering in the attic to prevent this disaster from happening again in the future. 

Being the model human you are, you volunteered to help them out. Not just from the goodness in your heart but also the curiosity you have towards the boxes upon boxes of magical items, trinkets, and antiques that have been hidden away within these walls.

You heard there was a lot to go through, but as you look over the boxes, and boxes, and boxes of items to take out and examine you wonder if there is an end in sight. 

“Are you really…sure… all these need to go downstairs?” your muscles strain as you lift a heavy wooden chest off of the top of a dusty end table and walk it over to the doorway. Lucifer gives you a soft smile before taking it off of your hands.

“Yes, Barbatos said that if we wish to remain rodent free we must get rid of all unnecessary clutter.” He replies, “But If you see anything up here that you would like to keep for yourself don’t be afraid to tell me.”

“Oi, why does just Mc get to have their pick of all this stuff?” Mammon pouts from behind a cobwebbed vanity with a cracked mirror. 

“Isn't it obvious?” Lucifer sighs looking at his brother. “Because you have given me no reason to trust you.” 

“I’m plenty trustworthy,” Mammon stammers, his tanned cheeks flushing pink in frustration. “Lemme show you, ” He reaches for a box of books that is balancing precariously on top of some mismatched boxes, pulling the heavy weight easily toward him. “See, I can take care of junk too.”

“Wait! Look out,” Satan yells from behind you, you are pushed out of the way just as the tower of boxes collapses, glass breaks and trinkets smash against the floor where you once stood. Dust fills the air, sending you and the other Demons into a fit of coughing, but miraculously, everyone is unharmed. 

But judging by the near murderous glares Lucifer and Satan send Mammon, you wonder just how long that will remain to be true.

“Look what you did you idiot,” Satan seethes,  looking at his brother darkly, “They could have gotten hurt.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh tiredly, “It was an accident.”

“M’ sorry.” Mammon says, looking at you like a kicked puppy, “You gotta believe me Mc, I’d never try to hurt ya on purpose.”

You brush yourself off and take Satan’s outstretched hand. “No harm done,” you say, “I’m just a bit dustier than before.”

Lucifer’s brow creases with worry as he looks down at the disaster at his feet. “ although Mammon’s actions were extremely irresponsible. He has shown us that this room may not be the safest option for you to be in. Perhaps your assistance would be better put to use downstairs.” 

“Are you demoting me?” you ask, suddenly feeling rather ashamed of your human mortality. 

His gaze softens and his hand comes to gently rest on your arm. “Not at all, at this rate we seem to be clearing out the attic faster than those downstairs can sort through the boxes. You would be a great help to Asmodues and the others.”

“Why do you have to make sense all the time?” you say turning and stepping over a fallen crate. The Avatar of Prdies words of logic reassure you as you look forward to the next task at hand.

But before you can make it to the door, Satan's voice calls out to you. 

“Be careful when handling the items, some of them may be enchanted or cursed. If you’re not sure about something, set it aside for later. 

“Or give it to Levi,” Mammon grumbles. “Most of this junk is probably his anyway~” the back of Lucifer’s hand makes contact with Mammons shoulder. “Ow what was that for?”

~

You pass by Beel when you make it to the ground floor. Despite carrying armloads of heavy boxes, the sixth born looks as energized as ever. Not a drop of sweat mars his brow as he climbs the steps once again, no doubt thinking about the promised reward of Hell’s Kitchen when the job is done. 

Levi sits cross legged on a chair in the living room with his laptop, his job is to research the items in the attic and if necessary look up how to dispose of them properly if they are cursed. Belphie is supposed to be doing that too, but apparently his sitting position was too comfortable and he fell victim to his Sin.

Just in the other room you find Asmodeus. The Avatar of Lust is hard at work sorting through the boxes, organizing the clutter into neat little piles, giving each one a little bit of attention. His eye for detail is put to use perfectly. 

He shines an old candle stick with a pink dust cloth with a serene smile as you approach his seat at the dining room table. “Do you need a hand? I got banished from the Attic.”

“Then it’s your lucky day hon,” the demon beams, pulling out the seat next to him. “I have lots to go through and would love to spend a bit more time with you.”

“Thanks, where should I start?” you ask, sliding into the seat, eager to resume helping out in any way you can. “Do you have a system?”

“His peach colored eyes trail to the ceiling in thought as he bites his glossy lower lip. “Hmmm, not really. I’m just working through one box at a time, nothing is really gross so I'm just giving each item a little bit of TLC.”

“Got it,” you grin staring down at the worn down box wondering just where you should start first. Whoever packed this one up did it carefully, so you decided to grab a large white leatherbound book. Its title is written in some strange language you have never seen before, but you can tell from the faint warmth of magic radiating from the ink that it is some kind of spell book. 

“This looks cool,” you hum dusting off the cover with a cloth, “Maybe Solomon would want to check it out.”

Asmo nods, his eyes shining as he sets the now-shining candle stick to the side and reaches back into the box. “Isn't this fun? I bet we can find all sorts of things in here. If you find any cool decorations let me know, vintage is trending on Devilgram so I would love to add a few new things to my room.”

“I will,” you say as you slide the less dusty spellbook to the other side of the table for later.

“Beautiful,” he exclaims next to you. Curiously you turn your head to find the demon holding up an antique silver mirror, although you cannot see the glass, you are blown away by the intricate collage of embedded flower shaped jewels that adorn the back of it. 

“Wow it is a stunning mirror,” you breathe as the demon lets out a laugh. 

“I was talking about me, but I guess it’s pretty too.” He murmurs. “Take a look for yourself Mc. He flicks his wrist over to you and you see your reflection in it briefly. But the moment you lock eyes with your mirrored image, a bright, warm light fills the room blinding the two of you.

Your hands fly to your eyes as you try to shield your eyes from the enchanted light but it seems to travel through your palms. “What’s going on?” Asmo cries as he drops the mirror, the sound of broken glass reaches your ears. 

“I don’t know, all I did was look at it.” You say worriedly, your vision still flooded with painless gold. The light fades after a few seconds, but it takes a bit for you to blink away the spots in your vision, lowering your hands and you stare at the stone pattern of the floor in confusion.  “W-what was that?”

Asmodeus’ worried voice catches your attention “Mc are you alright? I had no idea that would happen.”

“I think i’m alright,” you say gently looking yourself over, maybe that mirror just was enchanted to flash a bright light when someone looks at it. Even after all this time in the Devildom, you still find yourself surprised by just how many ridiculous spells there are floating around. 

“How about you~” when you turn your head, you find yourself at a horrified loss for words as you look at the Demon next to you. “What the?”

“What’s wrong?” he cries no doubt seeing the look of abject horror on your face. “Is there something on my face?”

“T-that’s just it Asmo.” you say rubbing your eyes one final time to make sure your eyes aren't just playing tricks on you. “Your face. It’s gone.”

To Be Continued...

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network

[trashytoastboi]

Seven Days of Sin Event

~Angst Alphabet Shorts part 1~

> Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

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Lucifer

I: Injured: How do they handle themselves when they’re injured?

🎶 He’s more likely to hide the fact that he’s injured. He doesn’t want you all to worry or fuss over him. At most he might trust someone to help him out if he’s not able to hide it completely. He trusts you enough to tell you when he’s injured. Only because you’ll notice and worry if he keeps it from you as he has in the past. Lucifer always believes he has to handle things himself and hide anything he believes to be weakness, including his injuries. 

M: Mistakes: How much do they want to fix the mistakes of their past?

🎶 Lucifer once upon a time tried to go back. That's all he wanted, all he thought about. Going back and fixing everything before it was even done. Why did things turn out the way that they did? He never could bring himself to understand. But now… After finding out the result of their choice, he’s content. Now that they had come to terms with their grief and adjusted to life, then things have happened and they created a new home and memories. Now he doesn’t dwell on the wish to go back as much. 

V: Vent: How do they get rid of feelings they find unnecessary? 

🎶 He buries his feelings, pushes them aside or finds an outlet like working. Lucifer never entrusted anyone with his worries or he felt that it would be an unnecessary burden for people so he bottles it up. Until it explodes into the messiest breakdown that you’d never see, because he holds it together until he’s alone and can just let everything consume him violently. Snot, tears, spit, everything. It’s a mess, he’s a mess. He’d never allow anyone to see him in such a way. 

Q: Qualify: What parts of themselves do they consider dangerous? 

🎶 His determination to protect his family. There’s no depths that he would not stoop to if it’s for their sake. Lucifer may be prideful but he’s willing to cast it aside for the sake of his brothers and let no one stand against him. He’s scared of what he’s capable of doing for them. 

Mammon

A: Accident: Would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?

💰 He would blame himself, saying he should have stopped you. Or at least been there to prevent the situation from happening. He’d question himself, he’d punish himself. Why wasn’t he at your side? What was so important that he left you alone and allowed this to happen. If you were there you’d tell him not to blame himself. It was an accident, something no one foresaw. No one could have predicted it, or stopped it and Mammon tearing himself apart while believing otherwise is a painful sight for everyone to see. 

R: Rock: What weighs them down?

💰 Sometimes he thinks back to the days in the celestial realm. He’s moved on, as best as he can and he’s living his life now. Albeit as a demon, a far cry from the divine being he once was. Sometimes he’ll do something, amplified and compelled by his sin and he’ll catch himself wondering why he’s like this now and why he couldn’t return to the way he was before. 

Y: Yearning: Do old memories make them yearn for your touch 

💰 When you said a tearful farewell to everyone and left the Devildom to return to the human realm. Mammon was LOST. He didn’t know what to do without you there. Every day he got up he’s the first one running to your room to get you, only to knock on a door that no one was going to answer. He’d miss you, and all the affection you’d give him. The hugs when he was sad, holding his hands to stop him from pickpocketing a poor unsuspecting soul, or how you would praise him and touch his head. He misses all of that so much. Why’d you have to leave? 

Z: Zest: Add your own letters (A/N: Treating this like a wildcard and will just put a random headcanon) 

💰 Mammon does not know how to deal with grief. Even hypothetically, you’ve had the conversation with him, the question of what he’d do when you pass. It was inevitable, you’re human, your lifetime is not long enough to match his. You would grow old, eventually passing on and you’d have to part ways permanently. Mammon couldn’t bring himself to answer because he refused to think about it. He can’t imagine it. A world and you’re nowhere in it. 

Leviathan

I: Injured: How do they handle themselves when they’re injured?

🎮 He’s not a baby per se, but he’s not hiding it. Honestly he wants you to dote on him. He’d tell only you and ask you to keep it a secret. He’s good at handling the pain because he’d tell you it’s just a little scratch when in actuality it’s a lot more dire and deep than he led you to believe. He wants to feel that someone cares and so he’d tell you, the person who Levi knows would treat him tenderly and kindly while he’s healing. 

M: Mistakes: How much do they want to fix the mistakes of their past?

🎮 Levi had too many things he wanted to fix. Sometimes anxiety would make even the most mundane mistake one worthy of fixing. If he sits and considers all the things he wanted to fix then the anxiety would swallow him whole. The big, the small, the tragic and the things that brought about real changes in indescribable ways. He wants to go back, he wants that redo button but in the moments when he’s content with life he really thinks about it. Is that what he truly wanted? At the risk of losing what he had now? Sometimes the thought alone eased it. 

R: Rock: What weighs them down?

🎮 The way he is. He says, his self depreciation always leads into dark territory and he can name more flaws than things he likes about himself. He sees himself through the worst lens and believes himself to be useless amongst other names he’d gladly label himself with. He regrets the way he is, it’s a heavy thing. It takes a bit of encouragement, a lot of steady affirmation to convince him of otherwise and he craves validation to convince him. A single bad word can tear down any positive self esteem he builds up. 

Z: Zest: Add your own letters (A/N: Treating this like a wildcard and will just put a random headcanon)

🎮 Genuinely wants to get better at connecting with people. He believes most of his problems would be solved if he could just connect with people. He says the wrong thing and will retreat, punishing himself for it. It was an honest mistake but would they see it that way. Levi goes into things always assuming people hate him and want nothing to do with him. Never do open invitations with him, unless he’s invited specifically he will assume that you don’t want him there. 

Satan

O: Outrage: What makes them angry?

📚 A lot can set him off, he’s volatile. He doesn’t mean to be and he’s trying to work on it but it’s hard when he’s surrounded by people that drive him up the walls. Satan honestly hated the fact that he felt no respect from anyone. There was nothing but fear, and evasiveness. People had no respect for his personal space and it irked him, how they would touch him without his consent when all he wanted was to be left alone. Or when they would come into his room- his ONLY safe space and take away the very thing that made it safe. 

P: Pressure: What stresses them to the breaking point? 

📚 Satan has a lot of triggers and sadly unlike most who can calm down and get back to normality, his emotions stack up. They stack, and stack until they have no more outlet aside from OUT. They explode and so does he. Most of his outbursts aren’t caused by a simple momentary anger, it’s a piling effect of things that were simmering under the surface. The more people are afraid of him, the more he tries to control himself, fails to do so and it makes it worse. He grows fearful of himself and it becomes a vicious cycle. 

T: Time: What if they had a limited time to live?

📚 He wouldn’t tell anyone. He’d leave. He’d go somewhere where he could be alone and spend his time doing things he likes until it was time to say goodbye. He would do so, alone, peacefully and no one would know. That was his initial answer when you asked this question the first time. His relationship with his brothers changed, grew and became something precious. His relationship with you- evolved into something deeper. Had you asked him this question again, he would want to be supported by all of you, and loved until the moment he leaves with you all by his side. 

Y: Yearning: Do old memories make them yearn for your touch? 

📚 Satan tries not to dwell on it too much, he doesn’t want to deal with the extra emotions. The answer however is yes, he’d remember you and your absence grows only more pronounced. He’d think of when he could lay his head in your lap, reading his book while your fingers played with his hair. It was calming, he could fall asleep, feeling safe with you. That was no longer there and you, his safe space, are no longer there. He’d remember your touches as something calming, filled with love and safety. He feels lost without it. He misses it. 

Asmodeus

E: Emotion: What emotions do they tend to push away the most?

💅🏻 Insecurity - Asmodeus never wants to doubt himself. He ignores it, when he looks at himself and doubts his appearance, his existence. Feeling too far removed from what he once was, Asmo needed to embrace this new life. Find security or distraction so his thoughts didn’t discard who he’d become, so his past self couldn’t scorn him and look down on him. Asmo piled on compliment after compliment, found people to cater to his dire need to be praised and validated, to be praised as beautiful. He needed to hear it so much that he himself could believe it. 

G: Great pain: What is the most painful thing they’ve witnessed?

💅🏻 The fall of his brothers and himself. The moment all of those who were once his allies treated them as traitors, the fight was vicious. There was no choice though, this is what they chose. To save their family, and protect Lilith. Asmo would never forget, not really forget. He could get moments of peace when his mind was far too occupied, focused on the moment that he couldn’t think about it. The moment he saw despair and regret, the utter pain that encompassed them all and the forced shame they felt. 

K: Kill: Would they kill for revenge? 

💅🏻 10/10 He absolutely would. Should someone hurt you or his brothers, Asmodeus is vindictive enough to hunt them down and kill them. He wouldn’t grant them the mercy of a quick death either and would get really sadistic about it. He’d forget himself and gladly become the monster when exacting such a brutal revenge. To send a message, to put himself at ease, even when he knows revenge is empty and cold. It wouldn’t bring anyone back or change what had been done. 

R: Rock: What weighs them down?

💅🏻 Self destructive tendencies. Asmo is aware of them and he hides them well. Most people wouldn’t notice his unkind habits because he disguises them so well. Asmo knows what he’s doing, he wants to stop but he finds comfort in them. So he continues to do them every time he feels overwhelmed, he does it to feel a semblance of control. The result is met with him talking himself down, trying to stop doing it but he always falls into familiar habits. 

Beelzebub

S: Sorrow: Would they feel empty after your death?

🍔 He’d be so lost without you. Beel would fall back into the deep pain of grief, a feeling that you helped him heal from and now he’s got to experience it with you. It’s too much, he’d be feeling so much at once that wouldn’t be able to decide what feels worse than the other. The sadness? The disbelief? The anger? Cycling through reasons of things to blame for your passing. Himself? You? Beel prays, something he hadn’t done for a long time. He wants to wake up from the nightmare because this is not reality. Everyone knows it’s hard on Beel when he doesn’t even eat. 

U: Urge: How badly do they get the urge to see you after separating?

🍔 Beel misses you terribly. When you go back to the human world. He’s always messaging, calling, asking when you’re going to be back. When he can see you again and hold you. He’s missing you. He’s asking Lucifer every second day if he could go see you and Lucifer of course says no so Beel resorts to plotting with his brothers to secretly come and visit you. 

L: Loss: What was their greatest loss? 

🍔 Lilith. For all the brothers it was the hardest loss they had to experience, but in particular for Beel and Belphie who held a deep relationship with Lilith; it was the most devastating loss. Beel blames himself for so much, and still believes it was his fault that she died. Gradually, things get better. They do and the feelings that suffocated him became a little lighter, enough to let him breathe. He still shoulders the weight of her absence, and guilt. 

Q: Qualify: What parts of themselves do they consider dangerous?

🍔 His strength when it’s misused, or when he’s hangry. Beel has no control over himself during that time and can only see the destruction he caused after the fact. His insatiable hunger, when left to get out of control, is the most terrifying thing and people have been hurt as a result. His brothers struggle to control him or reign in his strength and can only watch when he's wreaking havoc. 

Belphegor

W: Wild card: A random angst headcanon 

⭐ Started sleeping a lot more not only due to his sin. Belphie used it as a way to escape from everything when he first fell into the Devildom, the loss of Lilith, the loss of their home and their wings, when he and his brothers became demons and were forced into an unfamiliar and hostile place. Sleeping was the only quiet he found, away from his thoughts, his feelings and his reality. Dreams were better. 

C: Crying: Are they much of a crier?

⭐ Secret crier. He hides it well and he won’t make a peep. He’d bury himself under his pillows and sob his eyes out silently just to get all the feelings out. He sobbed himself to sleep every night when they first got to the Devildom. He knew everyone was struggling and couldn’t talk about what he was thinking about or feeling so he opted to cry alone. It was easier that way so he believed. 

H: Humiliation: How could they be humiliated? 

⭐ The early days of settling into Devildom, humiliation became a part of daily life. With the outright hatred and hostility from the demons towards the brothers who had just fallen. They went out of their way to sabotage them, to chase them away and highlight their differences and how they were not welcome anywhere. That separation, distinction and mockery of what they used to be is what caused relentless humiliation everyday for Belphie. 

K: Kill: Would they kill for revenge 

⭐ I mean for the sake of a grudge he held against all humans he nearly killed you- had it not been for Barbatos. It’s very likely for him to kill for revenge. He’d have no qualms about it, he’s got a motive and a means and if that person hurt him, or those close to him. His first solution is homicide. He’s very quick from point A to B with violence.

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf @roninfromtheops

[devildom-drabbles]

Short Story - Under the Mistletoe with MC (Unused Intro)

Characters: MC, the demon brothers, and the side characters Word Count: ~1.1k Warnings: None, just the usual brothers and co. silliness Notes: This was the original intro for the "Under the Mistletoe with MC" snippet I wrote back in 2021. Initially, I planned to make that snippet into a series of stories during December leading up to Christmas, with each story being one character (minus Luke) that MC chose to kiss under the mistletoe. Unfortunately, I bit off more than I could chew, haha. Not having enough time to write so many stories, I had to settle with a snippet format, albeit longer than my usual ones, and write a different intro that I felt flowed better for it. I really like how the original intro turned out, though, and in my wave of nostalgia for the series, I decided to polish it a little and share it with everyone as my gift for this year. I hope you all enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday season! 😊💕

Mammon spit out his drink.  “Ya did what?!”

All eyes were on the small demon familiar, his pointed teeth visible as he snickered at everyone’s reactions from him interrupting their holiday festivities.  “You heard me,” Little D. No. 2 declared, his yellow irises twinkling brightly with glee under the candlelight from the living room’s chandeliers.  “I hung mistletoe somewhere in the House of Lamentation.”

“I heard what ya said,” Mammon remarked angrily, grabbing the round familiar to prevent him from fleeing, “but what I wanna know is why ya did it!”

“Well, you didn’t ask that, now did you?” Little D. No. 2 retorted.

“Keep talkin’ like that, pipsqueak, and you’ll be the new Fangol ball!”

“What’s the big deal?” Luke wondered aloud.  “Mistletoe is just a plant, right?”

“And both a parasitic and poisonous one from the human world at that,” Satan added.  “I’m surprised we don’t have any growing naturally in the Devildom.”

“What?!  Isn’t it dangerous to have it here then?!”

“Not to worry, Luke,” Solomon assured the angel.  “It’s only a parasite to trees and other plants, and it can only hurt someone if they ingest it.  Aside from that, it’s a nice decoration, especially during this time of year.”

“Ah, I remember seeing pictures of it before,” Simeon remarked.  “Even though it can grow in cooler weather, it still has vibrant green leaves and white berries.”

“Berries?” Beelzebub questioned, his mouth already watering.

“Beel, you did hear the part about it hurting you if you eat it, right?” Belphegor reminded his twin, suppressing a yawn while leaning onto him for support.

“I’ve got a strong stomach.  I can handle it.  So, where is it?”

“I hid it, big guy,” Little D. No. 2 told him.  “You gotta find it yourself!”

“What fun!” Diavolo exclaimed with a wide grin.  “It’s like a treasure hunt!”

“Hehehe, it’s a little more than that, Your Majesty!”

“Hm?  What do you mean?”

“There’s a tradition in the human world revolving around mistletoe, My Lord,” Barbatos explained.  “If you intend to find it, you’ll want to be with someone very special to you when you do.”

“That’s right!” Asmodeus chimed in cheerfully.  “Solomon taught me all about it last time he summoned me during the holidays, so I got to experience this fantastic tradition first-hand.”

“Yes, and so did everyone you came across at the party that day,” the sorcerer commented, recalling the event in his mind.

“Oh, so something exciting happens when you find a mistletoe with someone special?” Diavolo inquired.  “In that case, Lucifer, you should join Barbatos and me in searching for it.”

Lucifer shook his head, already appearing exhausted from the whole situation.  “I’ll pass.  I want nothing to do with this nonsense.”

The eldest brother’s demeanor gave Mammon an idea.  “You’re right, Lucifer!  This is all just nonsense!  Tell ya what,—”  He secured the demon familiar under his arm.  “—I’ll have this troublemaker tell me where the mistletoe is, and I’ll get rid of it right away.  Consider it an extra gift from the Great Mammon!”

Mammon glanced over at the human who’d been silently observing the conversation this whole time.  “Hey, MC, instead of starin’ off into space, ya oughta come help me out.  B-But only because this pipsqueak is more likely to tell you where the mistletoe is than if I asked him.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Leviathan spoke up, “I see what you’re doing here, Mammon.  You’re planning to get MC under the mistletoe with you alone!  That’s not fair!”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about!  Ya really think I wanna bring MC along with me just to follow some human tradition about k-kissin’ under the mistletoe?”

“Kissing?!” Diavolo and Luke shouted in unison, completely taken aback.  Their matching bewildered expressions made Barbatos quietly chuckle.

“Obviously you do, Mammon,” Satan remarked.  “You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried.”

“Yeah, and there’s no way we’re letting you get away with being under the mistletoe with MC!” Asmodeus declared.  “Besides, I’m sure they’d much rather find the mistletoe with me, wouldn’t you, MC?”

“What?!  No way!” Mammon argued, too distracted to notice Little D. No. 2 slipping out of his hold.  “They’re coming with me!”

“You’re all so noisy,” Belphegor noted.  “I’m sure MC would much rather go with someone calmer, like me.”

“MC, my nose is really good, so I can sniff out the mistletoe’s berries quickly,” Beelzebub explained.  “You want to try them, too, right?”

“You might be okay, Beel, but those berries are definitely poisonous to humans,” Satan pointed out.  “MC, why don’t you stick with me instead?”

“H-Hey, don’t leave me out of this!” Leviathan butted in.  “I mean, then again, maybe you wouldn’t want to be under the mistletoe with a yucky shut-in otaku like me, MC, but...please choose me anyway!”

“Why am I not surprised it’s turned out this way?” Lucifer muttered with a sigh.

“Perhaps because Mammon and the others always tend to act like this whenever MC is involved?” Simeon answered with a gentle laugh.

Everyone had certainly become rowdy, most of them bickering amongst themselves about who would end up under the mistletoe with MC.  As for the human in question?  They continued watching from the sidelines, unsure of how to remedy the situation.

“Hoo boy, it sure gets crazy with those guys, huh?” Little D. No. 2 said, floating over to MC’s side.  The human shot them an annoyed glance.  “H-Hey, don’t look at me like that!  I just wanted to add a little extra excitement to the day, that’s all.  And I thought I’d help you find an excuse to have a special moment with your special someone...”

The demon familiar snickered at MC’s shocked expression.  “What, you think I haven’t figured it out by now?  You should be thanking me for such a thoughtful Christmas gift!”  He glanced at the commotion nearby.  “Though, I guess it’s gotten a bit out of control, huh?  Ah, well, this is practically normal for these guys at this point.  More importantly...”

They moved in closer to the human to whisper, “I wanna know if my hunch was right:  Who do you want to be under the mistletoe with, MC?”

MC mulled over the question while gazing at the chaotic group in front of them.  They had someone in mind, but...where was he?  He was with everyone a few moments ago, but now he was nowhere in sight.  Suddenly, someone grabbed their hand and pulled them out of the room, leaving the startled demon familiar and the preoccupied group of boys behind.  This warmth...  They’d recognize it anywhere.

Who is it, MC?

From there, I would've had links to each character (minus Luke) for you/MC to choose and then read their story. Although that didn't work out, the snippet version does exist, which you can read here.

[fluffykiddosstuff]

Insecurities (gn!reader x asmodeus)

This will contain angst in mc's view, also body insecurities, the mc see themselves as fat/chubby/too skinny (you can or can not be any tho it's abt interpretation the body is not described) fluff at the end

Also happy birthday to the prettiest boy :>

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It was a nice day in the devildom, but more hot than usual, so asmo decided to organize a little party for his birthday around a pool wich contained the brothers,the royals, and the exchange students. Even tho he wanted more people to come, lucifer said it's better if it stays private.

For the occasion you bought yourself a new swimsuit on akuzon, it looked really nice and you couldn't help but to be excited to wear it.

When it came in the mail you hurried towards your room and tried it on, but before you could get a good look at yourself in the mirror

"Mc~~~ come down it's time to go~!" Asmo purred from behind your door

You smiled and told him you would come in a second, you changed back and took the essentials with you in a bag before hurrying outside with the others.

You all arrived at the private indoor pool, some already changed and some going in the cabins, you entered one and saw a big mirror in front of you, you shrugged and started to change, but the more you showed skin the more you felt uneasy, you putted the swimsuit on and gasped, did you really looked like this..? Is this how everyone sees you on a daily ? The swimsuit was nice but was definitely not how you thought it would look on you..it looked way nicer on the demon model on the pictures..you bit your lip, feeling tears almost pooling out before a knock on the door was heard.

"Mc are you coming out ? I'm heading towards the cafe wanna join ?"

It was beel, you sighed and agreed, putting your clothes over your swimwear and got out, he was in a swim short and the sight of his muscular and perfect body made you more insecure about yours, how could so many people be interested in you if you looked like that ?

"Mc ? You don't wanna go in the pool ? Why aren't you in a swimsuit ?" Beel asked while you walked together towards the cafe

"Oh no i don't feel good for now maybe later.."

He nodded and said to warn him if you wanted help, you both sat at a table near the clear window, a view on the pool underneath and everyone playing in it

As you ordered (favorite/drink), two people joined you, one being belphie and the other lucifer, belphie sat  next to his twin and lucifer sat next to you, you gulped and drinked, feeling stressed for some reason

"Mc you are not changed ? Even lucifer shows more than you, and that's rare"

Belphie giggled and explained that he didn't wanted to get wet for now and sleeping near the pool wasn't an option,before dozing off on the table,beel kept munchin happily on his dish while you and lucifer decided on what surprise cake shall be brought for asmodeus and when the gifts would be opened.

The sorcerer came inside, still a bit wet from the pool

"Asmo is asking you to join him in the jacuzzi m/c"

He smiled and you faked one back, standing up and going back in the cabin, you sighed and got rid of your clothing but the sight in the mirror made you feel like you wanted to vomit, you sat down on the cold tiled floor and started to cry softly, you felt warmth spreading in asmo's tatoo pact, right on your hip, it was warm and comforting, before you knew it, asmo appeared in front of you in the cabin, he crouched down and took you in his arms, rubbing your back.

"I knew since i saw you in the cafe that something was wrong, care to tell me what ?"

So you explained everything to him, more tears spilling out as you tried to hide yourself with your arms.

"I'm sorry asmo i shouldn't feel like that on your birthday i-"

He hushed you by putting his finger over your mouth, eyes gazing lovely at you with a slight pink hue glowing in it.

"Honey i understand completely what you are going through, but you wanna know what i think ? I think this swimsuit is putting your beauty to shine and compliments you, besides i love the personality of the human who is behind that body, it does not matter and does not define your worth, you are gorgeous on the outside and inside, no matter what you look like i will always cherish you darling"

He dried your tears off as he started to pamper your face with kisses until you were no longer sad, but giggling from embarrassment and blushing.

"Now i like you better when you have this ravishing smile honey, let's get in the pool, if i find you attractive, everyone else will have their mind blown at you"

You got out with asmo, holding hands and you saw everyone looking at you, some of them with a blush, you rubbed your arm and smiled awkwardly.

"This suits you well m/c" Diavolo smiled

"Yes the color brinks very well your skintone" thirtheen shirped before throwing a plastic ball in mammon's head who was drooling out

You got some more compliments and thanked them before enjoying your time with asmo and the others, the end of the day came after you all ated some cake (the rest was taken care of by beelzebub) and asmo opened his gifts in the livingroom, you gave him yours and he slowly unpacked it, kepping the wrapping perfect

"Oooh i already love this m/c ! The packing is so cute and-"

He opened the box and there was many limited and pricey products he always wanted to get but were out of stock or stolen by mammon before he could use them, and even deeper was an album you made with pictures of both of you, some public some more..private, he giggled and closed the book and looked at you with a huge grin.

"Well thank you so much darling i love this !"

He hugged you, still the book in hands so his brothers wouldn't see the images, your pact mark warmed up again, but it was a bit more intense and lustful

"How about i show you how i appreciate your body,  darling~"

He whispered in your ear and you flushed, yeah the avatar of lust after all

Everyone got in their room to sleep and asmo took you in his,closing the door shut with a glowing pink hue in his look.

Let's just say you didn't really slept and that you were thankful that the room was soundproof.

Oh and he got more pics to had for his album now~

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I LEGIT FORGOT IT WAS HIS BRITHDAY OMG MY SHAYLAAA i thought abt this in the morning with every character but couldn't figure out how to do it so i made it only for asmo with a bit of praise from the others ♡

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[bitethedevil]

Just read your general thoughts about Haarlep and this stuck out to me, "They’re so chaotic. I can never not love characters that are chaotic and starts shit just for the hell of it."

One, hard agree. Two, I always saw Haarlep as being chaotic 'for a devil' (similar to how Lae'zel is considered very humorous/lenient among githyanki). Like, Haarlep still has certain rules that they adhere to (they keep their word) and deal in deals (their little game), but it sorta reminds me of how fey are sometimes portrayed in certain media; adhering to their own rules and holding others to those rules despite not really bothering with making it clear exactly what those rules are. Raphael and other devils tend to list out the conditions and stipulations of their deals, even if there is a lot of loopholes, double speak, and intentional convolution to better ensnare their victims. Haarlep engages in a bit of that too, but it all seems more spontaneous when compared to the other fiends.

Those are my thoughts, anyway. I'd be interested in hearing what you think of it.

For sure! The fun thing about Incubi is that up until the 4e of DnD they were actually demons. In the fourth edition they were considered devils and then in the fifth edition (current one) they are simply considered fiends, which just means a creature of the Lower Planes (both demons and devils are thus considered fiends).

They’re neither devils nor demons now, but rather they are just under the subtype “shapechanger”.  They are considered neutral evil instead of lawful evil (like devils) or chaotic evil (like demons), so you saying that he is chaotic compared to a devil is spot on, I think. I was super confused for the longest time trying to figure out wtf Haarlep was because some were saying that incubi were demons and others were saying devils.

It’s super confusing, but the way I understand it, they currently work for devils and their jobs are basically to lure mortals into sin on behalf of Asmodeus. The way that they are created is by an Archdevil just making them (I don’t know either…As I said, confusing as hell)

It’s kind of fun that our dear lawful evil Raphael who longs for order, has to put up with Haarlep who is of a whole other alignment than him. Mephistopheles has gifted his little control freak of a son the world’s most horny and chaotic roommate that he can’t just get rid of.

I think you are definitely right that that Haarlep does follow some rules. I mean, I think they kind of have to, since their kind works for devils. But compared to devils, I think Haarlep does it in a less orderly way. I think they just sort of wing it, and if they have to bend the rules, I don’t think they are too fussed about it. I think you are spot on with the fey comparison actually.

(Thank you for the ask <3)

[cas-is-my-angel7]

Hi, I write fanfic novels and this is my first time publishing. This story is called Hunters Academy: Year One. This is a supernatural fan fiction inspired by myself/Castiel/and Claire. It is not accurate to the show, but some elements are kept.

As I’m walking up the sidewalk that leads to my house, I hear something over my shoulder. When I turn around, there is nothing there. I continue to my door and unlock it. On the table, lays the mail, my grandmother must have gotten it before she left for the night. I go to pick it up and a thick gold envelope falls from the pile onto the ground. “What’s this?” I mutter to myself. Opening up the seal I see a weird logo, it’s kind of like a pentagram but has extra symbols. Unsure what it means I pull the papers out. They read, “Congratulations you have been accepted to Huntington Academy in Witchita, Kansas. Please see the information below and show up for your first day this coming Saturday.” I never applied to a college, I was content working as a therapist for autistic children. I pick up my phone and dial Grandma’s number.

“Hello sweetheart, did you just get home?”

“Yeah I did. How is work going?”

“I’m living the dream, Jade. Is there something you need?”

“Yeah, I got this acceptance letter to Huntington Academy. Have you heard of it?”

The other end of the line is quiet for a while.

“Grandma?” I say.

“Yeah sorry sweetheart I’m here. It’s just, that’s where your father went to college. I was thinking about his time there. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it grandma?”

“Your father and mother were hunters. Not for animals though. They hunted the supernatural. Werewolves, shapeshifters, vampires, demons. They’re all real sweetheart. And you are their legacy”

I drop my phone. There is no way what she’s telling me is true. I work with autistic kids. I don’t know how to shoot a gun, use a sword, and I’m definitely in no shape to be a hunter of any kind.

“Are you there Jade?”

“Yeah grandma. I need to go process this information. I’ll talk to you when I get home. If I’m going to do this, for mom and dad, I have to start packing. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know my mom and dad would’ve wanted me to help.”

~Three Days Later~

My room is not what I expected it to be. One side of the room is bare with beige walls and a twin bed, while the other side is painted a slate grey and has blades and music posters all over the wall. My welcome packet says that my roommate’s name is Claire. Growing up I never had any friends. I was the weird orphan who loved to get swept into fantasy worlds. How am I supposed to go from reading stories where I fell in love with supernatural creatures, to hunting them. Grandma and I had a long conversation when she got home that night. She told me what really happened to my parents. They were hunting a demon named Asmodeus and something happened. They never came home and they were never found. I didn’t expect to grieve my parents again, but that is exactly what happened when my grandma told me, I no longer had the closure I thought I did.

“Oh, hey you must be Jade.” A girl says as she walked into the room. She has long blonde hair that is half braided and is wearing a leather jacket. She has a gun strapped to her thigh and a sword on her back. This has got to be the hottest girl I have ever seen in my life. I just stand there looking at her.

“Demon got your tongue there, Princess?”

I jolt and focus back on her face.

“Uh, yeah that’s me. I’m Jade Winchester. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Winchester? You’re joking. You’re not Sam Winchester’s kid are you?”

I pause. How does she know my dad’s name?

“Yeah I am. Did you know him?”

“Not personally but girl your dad is a legend. Him and his brother are the best hunters there ever was. Since they’ve both been gone, the world has been crawling with the supernatural. I’m glad you’re here maybe you can follow their legacy and help rid the world of monsters.”

Talking about my dad, uncle Dean, the loss and how the world has suffers all became too much. I ran out of the room in search of some solitude to continue grieving. As I’m running with tears into my eyes, I slam into a body. Arms grip onto me and I feel something wrap around my back. I look up into the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Looking back at me is the more gorgeous man in the world. He has pitch black hair and a five o’clock shadow. He’s wearing a suit with a blue tie, it’s been flipped around and I long to correct it and smooth it back. On top he’s wearing a tan trench coat. I feel the pressure on my back fade and I turn to see black wings retract back into the man.

“Woah there… Wait, are you okay?”

I look up at him and the tears start streaming.

“No I’m not. I just found out I’m some huge legacy and that my parents and uncle didn’t die in a fire like I thought they did. They were killed by a demon. I didn’t even know this world existed. It’s too much. I can’t…”

“Slow down, look at me. You’re going to be okay. You need to take a breath.”

I follow his instruction and focus on my breathing.

“There you go Angel, good girl.”

And now I’m worked up for a completely different reason. Why did he have to hit me with the good girl.

“Th-thank you. I’m Jade. I just started today”

“Ah. Now I understand. My name is Castiel. I am a teacher here. I went on a few hunts with them before. They were amazing people.”

“I appreciate you saying that. It’s just a lot. Everything is moving so fast.”

I pause.

“Wait. Did you have wings or was that a figment of my imagination?”

He chuckles and the lights flicker as huge black wings extend from his back once again.

“Yes, I am an angel. Fallen, not a dick like the rest I promise.”

Wait, angels aren’t the good guys? Castiel must see the confusion in my face.

“Yes, notoriously angels aren’t dicks. I just happened to choose the side of free will over being told what to do all the time”

“Jade! There you are. Are you okay? I’ve been looking all over for you. Oh, hello Castiel. I see you’ve met my girl Jade.” Claire says as she runs down the hall and stops next to us.

“Your girl? I didn’t realize you were already claimed, Angel.”

I blush as I look between the two sexiest people in the world. Claire with her leather jacket and weapons and Castiel with his trench coat that surprisingly works on him. Are they… fighting over me?

“Uh. Uh.” I stutter.

“That’s alright, Princess,” she winks at me, “there is enough of you for the both of us.”

Did I just walk into an alternate reality? Isn’t Castiel a teacher? And Claire is my roommate. Surely there are rules against that.

“Don’t think too much into it, Angel. Why don’t you and Claire head back to your room and she can give you a crash course into hunting. I’m sure you will be a natural.”

“Unlikely sexy trench coat man, I get winded walking to my fridge.”

I stop. Did I really just say that in front of him?! I slap myself in the face and say to Claire,

“Please, please get me out of here before I make it any worse.”

She full belly laughs and grabs my hand to pull me back to our room. I like holding her hand. I’ve always been curious about other girls but I’ve never crossed that line. Why does Claire make me want to try?

••••

We walk into the room and I look at how plain my side of the room is.

“It’s alright Jade, we will go to the store and grab you everything you need. Since you’re a legacy, you should have an account with money in it. We can get you a starter hunting kit, decorations, and some bedding.”

“… Can my weapons be a dark purple?”

She looks at me and smirks.

“I’m not sure about that, but we can make your duffel, journal, and vials purple so it evens out. Here’s a list of what you’ll need.”

-shotgun

-shotgun shells

-rock salt

-regular salt

-spray paint

-pistol

-angel blade

-demon knife

-exorcism chant

-tire iron

-duffel bag

-notebook

My jaw drops. This is what a beginner kit looks like? There’s no way I can afford even the first part of the list. I start gnawing on my lip to the point it bleeds. It’s always been a nervous habit of mine. At least the rash isn’t breaking out on my neck. As I’m looking at the list, I start to shake. A hand reaches up and pulls my lip from between my teeth. I lift my head and see Claire looking into my eyes.

“Princess, we’ll be able to get you everything you need. If you don’t have enough money, I’m more than happy to help you. I have plenty of extra in my kit until you can get more of your own.”

As I’m looking into her eyes, I flick mine down to her lips, and see her doing what I just did. She’s biting her lip, only hers isn’t because she’s nervous, she’s biting her lip in such a sexy way. I start to lean in and as I do, she grabs my neck and slams her lips onto mine. It’s electric. This is my first kiss ever, not just with a girl. I never knew that this is what it could be like. Her tongue pokes at my lips and I open them. She sweeps her tongue in and tangles it with mine. She doesn’t need to fight for dominance. I’m nothing but putty in her arms. She starts to back me up until I am sitting on her bed. She steps in between my legs and plasters her body into mine.

“Well, well, well. I see you’re taking care of my angel for me, Claire. Tell me how does she taste?”

I freeze. Lifting my head, I see Castiel standing in our open doorway. Did we not close it? Pushing Claire back I stand up and rush to my bed. I go under the stiff blankets that came with the room and start breathing heavily. Fuck, I’ve been doing so good. I haven’t had a panic attack in so long. I can feel the rash forming on my neck. I curl up and start rocking my body. Trying to ground myself in whatever way I can. I keep repeating, “what have I done, what am I doing, who am I?” And other nonsensical phrases. Castiel and Claire are quietly talking, but there is an edge of anxiety in both of their voices. I hear shuffling and then I feel pressure. That warm soft pressure I felt when Castiel caught me in the hall. I open one eye and find castiel behind me tightly wrapping his wings around my body. The sounds of the room start to fade back in and I hear Castiel whispering, “you’re alright Angel I got you. Whoever’s hurt you before will pay. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. What I saw was amazing and you looked like you were at home.”

I stop rocking and I stop shaking. I go to sit up and feel his wings loosen their grip, but they stay around me. I can’t bring myself to look up at him or Claire. I continue to stare at the wall. Feeling a hand at my chin, I slightly tilt my chin up. Castiel is looking at me with understanding in his eyes.

“Welcome back Angel. There’s nothing to worry about. Today has been a long day and I’m going to let you take a nap. I left my number on the table for you if you want to text me.”

“I appreciate the thought,” I said “but I only had a house phone in my cottage. I don’t own a cell phone.”

He looks at me with a contemplative look,

“That’s okay, I’ll get in contact with Claire until you do. Get some sleep.” Before he walks out he leans down and kisses my forehead. Claire walks up to me and does the same before heading to her own bed. I grab her hand.

“Wait. Can you hold me?”

“Sure princess.”

She climbs into bed with to me and wraps her arms around me.

“Goodnight Claire”

“Goodnight Jade”

••••••

[blazingstar24]

Vespin’s fuck up in the ascension ritual makes so much sense after learning more about how malconvokers work. Because a lot of that subclass is about tricking devils and demons to doing your bidding and a lot of that comes with hiding who you are. Because if word gets out that wizard mcwizard is the famed devil tricker, mr mcwizard’s business is cooked. A lot of what Vespin would have been doing at the height of the Age of Arcanum wouldn’t be known. Especially the way malconvokers are perceived.

Like look at Laerryn or Patia for comparison. Both are on equal levels of wealth and status as Vespin when it comes to the mageocracy. Except kind of not. Laerryn’s work as the Architect Arcane is known. She’s a celebrated wizard in her time. People know that she’s the one keeping that city flying. Patia is the Keeper of Scrolls, she’s the one with all the knowledge of Avalir. Their achievements are known in their time. But Vespin? All we know about him even before his big fuckup is that he was some archmage.

But it’s the Age of Arcanum bitches. Everyone and their mother is some crazy fucking mage. You gotta do something big to be known. And it’s not like Vespin wasn’t high up in the mageocracy. In fact he knew more about Avalir than the people running that city. But that’s the thing isn’t it. A lot of Vespin’s work deals in secrets and devil deals that would not be making it on the front page of wizard news. He has to work in the shadows per his subclass.

And it’s almost ironic because Vespin’s not evil aligned. He can’t be per his subclass rules. But hubris isn’t a trait of evil. It’s something everyone can have. Malconvokers are meant to be trying to bring more good by tricking the bad. The idea is get rid of evil in a more tricksy way than a paladin just smiting a devil. So him being so adamant in taking down a Betrayer is just him being a malconvoker on a higher level. But this is more than tricking some greater demon. This is taking down a god. A Betrayer no less.

The way Brennan plays Asmodeus is that in his own word’s “he’s not out here flim flamming you”. Asmodeus’ greatest strength is in his manipulation. And honestly I think Vespin could have killed him. If not for the hubris. And Asmodeus sees through him. What did he promise him? In this confrontation, any lesser god or lesser manipulator would have said the usual shit of “wait I’ll give you power or immortality or some other bs”. But Asmodeus isn’t a fool. He sees Vespin coming for the kill shot and says okay, let’s make a deal. Because he knows that despite this being the stake that malconvoker’s theses rely on, what Vespin really wants is to be known. For his work of banishing evil to come out from the shadow and side eyeing. And he traps him.

Because for all intents and purposes, Vespin had the kill shot. But he faltered when Asmodeus hit him with the okay kill me, but no one’s going to know you or why you did it. Because by the rules of the RQ’s ritual, your mortal life is struck from history. And it is simple hubris. Like it’s not that hard to understand. But it’s also this idea of oh you spent your whole life working to get rid of evil, to balance the scales, and it’s not as glamorous as being the Architect Arcane or the Keeper of Scrolls. And people think you’re a heretic and he’s living in Vasselheim so yeah his ass had to be doing his wizard business in secret. And yes Vespin was high enough in status to possibly get past the scrutiny but he’s probably not summoning fiends in the middle of Vasselheim on the regular.

Yet, there’s the growing mageocracy. Everyone is trying to one up each other. Everyone is showing off. And it eats at you that you’re a talented mage but your work won’t be spotlight like that. Sure you get interviewed and sure you’re in all the circles. But there’s this idea of being above all of that. (And he’s really not) So when there’s this chance of finally getting your work known and doing the ultimate mic drop of a malconvoker’s career, yeah Vespin is going to fall for the hubris that he thought he was above.

And this isn’t saying he was like a good guy and then oopsie doopsies he fucked up once. But there’s something so interesting about the basis of his hubris and reasons behind the choice he makes that dooms him and Exandria.

[sweetshelluvaau]

Finally, I finished him!

So here he is, the King of Lust himself, Asmodeus! I wanted to take a break from the main cast plus hyperfixation came into play so if I didn't draw Ozzie my brain would have exploded so here we are. I'm putting this under read more because there's a lot of ranting before I get to the notes on the redesign plus pictures to address my points:

To be honest: I don't mind Ozzie's design/outfit in the show. It isn't horrible by any means and there was a time where I could say I even liked it. But when Oops dropped and seeing him without the suit happened, disappointment sunk in.

Are you telling me this man, is a beefcake under that compression suit? The embodiment of lust is jacked and his outfit doesn't show that!?

Seriously Viv, where's the beef?

And while I did say that I did at one time like his design, I never found it really 'sexy' (his voice on the other hand...) and after seeing his beautiful chest all I can do is cry about it.

Also: what is it with Viviziepop and top hats? It's if half of her male cast wears them. It'd make sense for some characters, notability sinners who died in their era that they were popular but it makes no sense for other characters. In this case, I just think Ozzie looks better without one.

Ahem, yeah okay, right, soooo notes:

I noticed one of his earlier looks before the final design he had a longer, thicker and fluffier neck and kinda sad they didn't keep that being it worked with the rooster motif he's suppose to have. I decided to incorporate it back into my design just because I can. Plus, ya know it's fluffy:

I also decided to give him bird feet/chicken legs and make him a bit thicker thighs because excuse me he's part rooster have you seen the meat on those things?!

Because my obsession with his chest, I decided that the outfits should show it off more because, um...chest. Also: FLUFF. idk why I just really wanted to make him fluffy.

The outfit on the right was the one I drew first but I felt it was lacking the regal feel I wanted to go with being he is one of the Deadly Sins and I wanted to show that (along with his chest and fluff but shh). I decided to keep it as a secondary, causal outfit on days off when all you want to just lay on the couch and chill/cuddle with your boyfriend. (likely gonna get rid of the neckless being I mostly just added it because I thought it was funny. If you know, you know.)

After going back at it a second time I decided to go for a burlesque style (Not sure if I nailed it or not) considering his club sorta had that theme going for it and while I'm more than likely going to revisit and change a few things later on, I overall love how the outfit came out.

And of course, a crown. I may get rid of the fire/flaming top in later drawings but I thought it was cool at the time.

I may still revisit the design to maybe add a bit more bull, goat and possible dragon to his design outside of the heads but I think I may save that for when I cerate his full demon form where I'll have those features stand out more. Likely won't have him have his tiny form in my au, no matter how cute it is.

not really a design note persay but kinda want to mention it because it bothers me: I drew/inked and colored both of these at different times which is why the anatomy and coloring is so different from each other. I'm still playing around with clip studio paint tho I think the shading style on the right is the one I'm gonna go with for now on.

As for character/lore notes: I really don't like how it feels as if Ozzie (along with some other characters) was defanged in season two plus how they made him, a deadly sin, not feeling all too threating. Granted, Ozzie being nice isn't the problem (being nice doesn't necessarily mean you're a good person plus I do like that the sins do have some virtues like believing in consent being ya know, complexity and what not suppose to be full on evil) and I even have him being one of the nicer Sins in my AU but still can have his dickish moments and hell, he and Fizz are gonna drag your corpse with the amount of roasting they're dishing you about your sex life because god they were so much fun when both them had more bite. Please bring back my chaotic asshole jester gremlin and his rooster boyfriend tag teaming about how much you suck in bed and just being a general nuisances to society plzthx. (plus ya know, Fizz is a Jester his job is roasting people. Not to say he can't have some kindhearted moments. His friendship with Blitzo gives me life and I love the moment with the deaf kid even if you have to question why a kid is doing at a 18+ event to begin with but that's a whole other can of worms.)

While I'm not going with the circus theme that Viv claims she's going for with each Deadly Sin being based off a circus act (which is a fun idea in theory tbh if that idea expanded on outside of a poorly done aesthetic), I kind of like the idea of a magician motif for Ozzie due to his use of fire plus one of his infernal correspondences happens to be illusions, which we kinda saw him do in Ozzie's. I thought it was a cool touch, regardless if that was intentional or not.

Also, apparently it's canon that Fizzarolli is his first romantic relationship and idk that kinda bothers me. Asmodeus is over thousand years old and in biblical lore he's been in a few relationship (plus what happened in the Book of Tobit with Sarah). Why not play around with that? In my AU, he's been in at least two (Lilith and Mammon respectfully, and I'll talk about that at a later time) before but they were all failed relationships, which soured his view on love for a long time until he fell for Fizz. I also headcanon Ozzie being/use to being a bit of a hopeless romantic, as much as he tries to hide it (poorly).

Hey, I drew some half decent hands for once.

Anyways, yeah, here's my version of Ozzie. Next up with be either Stolas (which is less of an rewrite and more of a damn overhaul because holy shit I really had enough of this guy in canon) or perhaps Beelzebub being I got some ideas for her too.

Made with Clip Studio Paint and Photoshop CS6 for final touches. Okay to reblog, Feedback is encourage.

[666writingcafe]

The Ballad of A Homeschooled Prince

Diavolo

As MC and Solomon explain the details of what happened on their way to the castle, my heart sinks. The Devildom and Celestial Realm have never gotten along at the best of times, so I'm not exactly surprised that Mammon--and to a lesser extent Asmodeus--went through that kind of experience. But it's certainly not the future I want to live in. I believe everyone has value, regardless of race.

Most demons don't see it that way, though. They think themselves to be superior to angels, and therefore the Devildom should never welcome those of the Celestial Realm.

That's in large part thanks to my father. To say that he hates angels is an understatement. If he had it his way, he'd either exterminate every single one of them or, if he was feeling generous, enslave them for all of eternity.

So, he didn't take too kindly to six of them falling more or less on his doorstep. He wanted to send them away. I insisted that they stay. Once he saw that Lucifer bore my mark, he acquiesced, but not before snarkily telling me,

"If you want to act all high and mighty, then perhaps you should take my place for a while. That will get rid of all your silly ideas, and you'll finally start seeing sense."

And then he pretty much disappeared after assigning the brothers titles, so that put an end to that argument. If it weren't for Barbatos, I'd be doing this entirely on my own. Thankfully he and I are on the same page, and not just because he's subservient to me. He's never particularly agreed with my father's policies, but due to his position as butler, he had to keep his mouth shut or risk severe punishment.

Before I can start implementing any change, though, I have to figure out how to get the brothers acclimated to life in the Devildom, and fast. The normal method of assigning them mentors clearly isn't going to work, and with my additional responsibilities, I don't have the time to teach them much of anything.

That is why I wanted to talk MC and Solomon. Based on what Thirteen told me, they should have some insight that will hopefully help me resolve this issue.

MC develops a nervous look on their face when I ask the question, but Solomon manages to comfort them with a soft smile and nod.

"In our timeline, you had established a school," MC quietly answers. "It was called the Royal Academy of Diavolo, or RAD for short. There was a wide array of courses ranging from the standard fundamentals to more advanced, specialized topics. The school was successful enough that you were able to implement an exchange program across the three realms, and Solomon and I were among the first group of students to participate."

"You're not the only one that wants peace and unity between realms," Solomon adds. "I know it may seem that way right now, but there are other people in the Devildom that feel the same way about the future as you do. You just have to know where to look."

Well, this is rather interesting, to say the least. The fact that there's a future timeline where I'm actually able to make positive changes to the Devildom and prove my father wrong...the idea is simply too enticing to ignore.

But I can't do it on my own.

"Would either one of you be interested in being founding members of this school?" I ask.

"Well, it wouldn't make sense for me to, given that I end up being an exchange student later down the line," Solomon replies. "But MC should be able to as long as they use their alias." That makes sense. Wouldn't want to mess with their timeline too much.

I look over at MC, who takes a deep breath before responding,

"I'm in."

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[anxy76]

💄Overthinking

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Why can't they love me like I do?

It was a dull night, one like you've never seen in the devildom. Asmodeous was drinking this night away. His thoughts were all over the place.

"Why... why can't they just like me." Slurring a bit, not thinking right."Am I not pretty enough... surely that's not it..!" He said, trying not to think too hard into that matter of fact, him already being insecure about it.

"Y/n.. my dear.. Why do you have to make me so confused.. I've never felt like this towards someone, but.. how can a human like you stir up this feeling.." looking towards mc's way with such loving eyes watching them talk to Lucifer.

He started looking towards for a few minutes before being snapped out of the trance. A demon started talking to me. They looked really good but nowhere close to y/n.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could do a dance with me?" the demon said boldly with full confidence as they winked.

I thinked for a while then looked towards mc, "Alright then." he responded but not in his usual flirty voice. Who was he to say no to one of his people?

Little did he know someone started staring while they danced.

Mc stopped their conversation, looking towards Asmodeus sighing ,"No way someone like him could ever love me, a human that doesnt even last half as long as they do" looking longingly at the two demons dancing

Mc moves their gaze towards the drinks area.

The night is young, isn't it?

"I don't think a few drinks will hurt, won't they?" y/n said, grabbing one of the humans alcohol beverages

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

By the time Asmodeus finished dancing, Mc got drunk.

I rushed towards them, seeing them this drunk. " Y/n? Dear.. why did you drink so much? " Using my sweet voice "Dear... look at you. " I put my hand on their face as I watched them go into my touch.

"Let's go... get out of here, my dear." grabbing their wrist gently and pulling them out of the party that was happening at one of the restaurants.

We reached home quite fast due to the worries I was. I walked through the shiny staircase towards my room as the moonlight was showing itself into the hallways. It was just as pretty as y/n.

I slowed down, admiring the halls and the warmth of their hand. It felt perfect in my hand.

Like we're perfect for each other.

"Y/n, please sit down." I offered them a seat on my bed." You should rest, my lovely, you drank way too much." I told them softly. The only responses they gave me were mumbling slurring.

They're so adorable..

"I could get you a spare change and change yourself in my bathroom?" I sighed." I don't trust you enough to let you go back to your room, dear."

You replied with slurred yes as I swiftly made my way towards your room to get the spare changes.

Entering the room made me remember all the memories we shared past the years you've spent in devildom. All the face products we used together, all the playlists we made , sleepovers, but my most favourite were the photos hanged around the room with the two of us

"You've kept the old ones too..." I mumbled, giving it a sad smile."I would've thought you got rid of them." My heart started beating louder as I looked around, seeing only photos with the two of us not even with his brothers.

I sighed yet again, remembering what he wanted to forget at the party.Even if there's no photo with someone else, he knows you like someone else.

Or that's what he thought.

I clutched onto the clothes, taking one more glance at the well lit room by the beautiful moon.

As I open the door, I yell for them. "Y/n? I got you the clothes!" I softly giggled at the gaze of them."Let's get the shower on for you so you can get nice and cozy after, yeah?"

"Yeah.. sure thing, " they yawned right after saying so.

I started getting the bath ready as Mc was looking at the bubbles that started appearing in the bathtub.

"I'll let you be now darling, yell for me if you need anything," telling them before putting their spare change next to the chair and then leaving my personal bathroom.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Change of POV:

The both of us were cuddles in Asmos' bed. I was snuggling against him. The two of us appreciate the warmth that we were in and the peace that was inside.

The roses slightly glowed in the moonlight and made the room smell amazing.

The night passed quickly, the sky turning into a brighter red, no actual sun existed in the devildom, so we never really knew how the time passed here.

I woke up feeling someone next to me. I felt somehow lightheaded like someone ran me over.

I murmur some words, finally opening my eyes, seeing that Asmo was holding me in an embrace.

My cheeks turned red.

"No way?! what happened last night..!" I turned around slightly, trying to get out of the room."I have to apologise to him...! I can't look him in the eyes yet!"

I made my way out of the room as fast as possible, leaving Asmo alone.

My whole face was red, and I was disappointed in myself. "I hope I didn't say anything that might've been related to my feelings,if I did, then.." I stopped myself, not knowing what I'd do if he would've stopped talking to me.

What would I do without him?

What am I actually

Without him?

I can't let that happen. There's no way I said something about it.

"I'm such an idiot how could I let myself drink that much?! Why did I drink so much in the first place!" I mentally scolded myself, putting one of my hands on my head trying to remember the reason on why.

"Why is this so complicated? Why do I... It's so hard, unlike him. I can die easily. I can't even live half as he does. Why does my stupid heart feel like this? There's no possible way for him... for us... he wouldn't like that I can't spend as much time with him. " Soft tears start streaming down my cheeks and hands

I don't understand why.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Soft knocks were heard at my door, followed by a sweet voice. It was Asmo.

"Y/n? dear, we have lunch ready."

I'm trying to keep my voice as steady as possible. "That's ok! I don't want to eat." I responded through the door.

"Dear? Are you okay? Can I come in?" He asked, holding on to the other side of the door

"No!" I yelled out my voice, breaking in the process."I mean no, there's no need!" I corrected myself quickly.

"Let me help you, Y/n. Please." he begged as he pressed on the handle

I went quiet as he walked inside. "I'm sorry." I said,'I'm really sorry." My tears started yet again.

"What are you apologising for, dear?" He asked, coming inside and pulling me in an embrace.

I look towards the ground. "I can't stop these stupid feelings." continuing my phrase "I've avoided saying it for a while, but I most probably said something about it last night when I drinked to much" I sobbed yet again "I'm sorry I know I shouldn't because I'm just a 'fragile' human."

"You're more than that." Asmo said putting a hand on my chin and slowly making ne look up to him "You're not a fragile human, maybe you don't have the strength that we do but you're still so strong" he chuckled softly "your feelings.. does that mean you love me?" He asked with excitement lingering in his tone.

"Yes, I love you." I stopped thinking of my next words "more than you could ever imagine."

"Well then, we're both lucky, aren't we dear? I love you too." he softly put his head on top of mine, our noses touching.

My eyes widen at his current statement.

"All this time, I thought you didn't love me, I was jealous of all the other people you talked to, each and every one of them." he stopped to move one of his hands on my cheek,"but now you're mine, all mine."

"May I?" He asked sweetly.

The only answer I could give him was nodding in approval to what he wanted to do next.

Warmth blossomed in my chest as our lips brushed together for the first time. The smell of his perfume, of the sweet, floral scent, was dizzying, butterflies formed in my stomach. But the warmth he gave me consumed me as I leaned into the kiss.

His lips felt extremely soft against mine, like they were a perfect mach for each other.

"I love you, don't you ever forget that." he said as we both started staring into our eyes.

"I won't ever forget it."

"I love you to the moon and back." I said.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝

Thank you for reading!

[dracoroma]

To me, this last episode, particularly Ashton's talk with the titan, highlights where the nuance is failing.

Matt is attempting to show every possible possible outcome as equally viable, without giving it any downsides.

We don't get an exploration of the pro-god perspective because then we'd feel the consequences of the gods being eaten by Predathos

We don't see how the gods harm mortals because then saving the gods keeps us in that eternal cycle.

There are other forces keeping sealed evils at bay, and other sources of divine magic, so we don't need to rely on the gods here

Maybe the world hasn't had enough chaos, and getting rid of the gods would be good. But maybe there was too much chaos before the gods came.

And all of this really feels like when people say "question the man", but don't follow through on it. The questioning is little more than attitude and defiance because "the man", "the authority", "the throne," exists. This is Ashton.

This being in contrast to chesterton's fence (which I briefly mentioned in a previous post on this topic). It's the concept that before in a previous post, but to go more in depth, Chesterton's fence says you should understand why a law, tradition, or structure is in place before removing it. And this is Imagen's perspective.

Overall, the only feedback we're getting is "here's the benefits of this course of action", woth none of the downsides presented. And that's why Bells Hells has been so indecisive. Imogen and Orym can talk all they want about the good things the gods do, but it's abstract and not present for Ashton and Dorian. Ashton and Dorian can talk about how the gods hurt people, but Imogen and Orym don't have the proof that it outweighs the good they do.

We need to see trade offs here

Keep the gods around, they still do good, but here's the too much control they have that you can see for your own eyes

Kill the gods and enact freedom, maybe predathos destroys a bunch of shit, and the gods aren't here to keep many demons and natural disasters at bay

Chase most of the gods away, keep the demons and natural disasters at bay, but Asmodeus (and almost assuradly Vecna) will circle back

These are the kinds of options we need, that are viable not because they're all net positives, but because we have to weigh the positives and the negatives. Rather than "do what you want, the world will keep spinning"

Bells Hells are desperately searching for answers of what effects their actions will have, and Matt keeps giving them an "I dunno"