#obey me lesson 16

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

After lesson 16

MC: I learnt an important lesson....

Lucifer: that you should listen to me?

MC: that death isn't real and I'm basically god.

Lucifer: ....MC, no.

[devildomangel]

I'm sorry lol

[bloodynectarine]

Boiling point

After weeks of holding himself together and setting clear boundaries, only for them to be broken over and over again, MC snaps.

tags. male mc, post-lesson 16, belphie is his own trigger warning, angst, ptsd, mild violence, hurt and comfort.

notes. i don't want therapy, i want revenge. everyone got over belphie killing us way too quickly, and i find it frustrating. you know what would be really fun? to punch belphie. love him, but the amount of serotonin he would bring into my life if i could just… punch him once. a boy can dream.

Dying and somehow living to tell the tale was not exactly in your plans when you decided to help the demon stuck in the attic.

Sure, you knew it was dangerous and sure, you understood it was a gamble. But you never quite got that your life was at stake until you felt Belphegor's cold grip around your neck and your vision started to get fuzzy at the edges.

Oh, you thought, with startling clarity.

I'm going to die.

You may still be here, but no, you did not survive Belphegor's wrath and hurt. The sensation of phantom hands pressing down your throat never quite left you.

And Belphegor is nothing but a cruel reminder of the night you died.

First, comes the terror. Even with the pact to protect you, in the days following the event, you can't help but freeze every time Belphegor is in the same room.

As you get used to his presence around the House of Lamentation, as he insists in siting next to you during breakfast and in holding your arm on your way to class, the terror slowly subsides, opening way for a different, less familiar feeling.

Annoyance. Anger. Borderline rage.

Who does he think he is?

Who does he think we are? Best friends, family?

“Belphegor…”, you call for the demon that's already laying on top of your lap, with a tense smile hanging from your lips.

This week's movie night was held in your room. It was one of the rare occasions in which all the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation were present. Even Lucifer is here, looking comically out of place, regal and all seriousness, as if he were in the middle of a meeting and not watching a three-hour-long romance anime film.

Mammon got off from his “rightful place” (“DIBS”, the demon of greed shouted as soon as you sat down, throwing himself across your lap), to rip the remote control out of Levi's hands, who kept rewinding the same scene over and over again (“It's really important for the plot!!!”).

And in the middle of the squabble, Belphegor appeared out of nowhere to climb into your lap, and just. Cuddle.

At your call, he looks up and blinks lazily at you, with his big eyes and his messy bedhead. And the image should be endearing, really, but your chest feels cold, and you can feel your limbs locking in place. You feel trapped, uncomfortable. Ah, it's fear.

“I need. A bit of space. Could you sit somewhere else?”, you manage to let out, and your voice is the only sound in the room. Quarrel and movie long-forgotten, everyone is watching the two of you. Beel was the one who took over and put the film on pause.

Belphegor blinks the drowsiness out of his eyes. His brow furrows, just a little, and if anything, he looks put off by the question, a little lost.

“I don't want to sit anywhere else. I know Mammon was here just seconds ago, but I'm a better cuddle-partner than him anyway. You can ask anyone.”

And he doesn't move. He lays his head against your chest with a yawn.

“I don't…” want to be close to you. You stop yourself from uttering those words, mindful and considerate, truly doing your best. You don't want to lie either, so you decide to play around with the phrasing. “I'd rather you gave Mammon his place back. Or, you know what? I can change seats myself.”

Your tone is as lighthearted as you can manage, and you start to get up from the couch, with Asmo, who's sitting next to you, moving out of the way to give you the space that you need. The space you very specifically asked for.

But Belphegor's weight is heavy against you and traps you in place. Not only that, but his hand reaches for your arm and pulls, looking at you with the same bewildered expression as before, genuinely confused. When you fall against the couch, still under him, you're reminded of how strong he is. Of how weak you're in comparison.

“Oi, Belphie. No one is better at cuddles than me”, says Mammon after a too long pause. “And of course he wants to be with the great Mammon, everyone does. Now move, we still have, like, two hours left of the movie and if we don't finish it tonight, Levi is going to complain all week.”

Levi, who would normally jump into the conversation to defend himself, is barely visible, half hidden between Beel and Satan. His eyes dart between you and the hand that's holding your arm.

“Well, we are already so comfy, so I won't get up”, you wonder who “we” is. Belphegor talks lazily and moves the hand that isn't holding you in a dismissing manner, as if this was not more than a bothersome request, interrupting his nap for nothing.

Your teeth grind together, and there it is, once again. The ugly pressure that holds your gut in a tight grip, the heavy discomfort in your throat. Once foreign, but now you can tell it apart so easily. Anger.

“Belphegor. You heard him already.” This time, Lucifer is the one talking, and he sighs as he gets up, coming closer in an attempt to pry him away from you.

“Oh, please.” Belphegor rolls his eyes, clearly irked by Lucifer's intervention. “We are okay. Right?”, he looks back at you, and this time around his voice is filled with doubt, bordering hopeful, searching for something in your eyes.

“We aren't.” At last, you say it, flatly, and it comes out sharper than you intended, if the way Belphegor flinches and Asmo whimpers is any indication. You're tired, what little patience you have left is quickly running out thanks to the stubborn remarks and your words falling on deaf ears. “Let me move.”

The demon on your lap has the gall to look affronted, hurt. His bewildered expression does nothing more than increase the feeling already boiling deep within you. You can feel Satan's eyes boring in your cheek, but you refuse to look at him.

“Hey… Relax”, Belphegor mutters, now looking a little concerned too. For you. He's worried about you, and yet he still won't get up. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

What's wrong.

What's wrong?

You're so taken aback by the question that by the time you react, his hand is already on its way to hold your cheek.

The most violent of flashbacks comes through you, a whiplash that hits you with the force of a truck. His handprints on your neck, trying to catch your breath, feeling cold all over, with the only warmth coming from your own blood ringing loudly in your ears, flowing right next to his voice, so full of hatred.

You can't freeze this time around, you need to move, you need to run, you need to do something, anythi--

“Belphie, I don't think you sh--” Satan tries to warn him, but it's too late.

By the time Belphegors fingertips touch your cheek (and this time they're warm, not dead-cold, you notice with surprise) your fist is already hitting against his nose, punching him right in the middle of his face, with a force you didn't even knew you had in you.

Not that you've ever done it before, but you can imagine this is what it feels like to hit a wall. Your hand hurts and goes numb.

The impact pushes Belphegor against the cushions, his hands flying to cover his nose. And any other day it would have been impossible, your punch would never land (he's that much faster, that much stronger), but right now he was so worried about you, so desperate to stick by you. His guard was as down as it will ever be.

His nose is bleeding, you notice, at the same time as Asmo gets up with a gasp. Levi shrieks in the background, and Mammon let's out this weird noise, a mix between one of his “Oi”, your name, and a scream.

Everything stands still, and, to your credit, you're just a shocked as everyone else.

With the punch, all anger has left your body, and now you're just a bunch of nerves, looking at Belphegor with big eyes. Belphegor looks back at you, so shocked, and you suddenly feel like crying. Oh, how much you hate being an angry-crier.

Satan is the one that breaks the silence, with a heavy sigh. “Told you so.”

Beel comes next, taking two steps in your direction but stopping when you raise your palm. You're trembling, but you come close to Belphegor all the same, refusing to back down.

“Asshole.” It's the first thing you say, and defying the impossible, Belphegor's eyes grow even wider as you tower over him, kneeling on the couch.

“Are you deaf? Wasn't I clear enough? Loud enough?”, and when you raise your fist in the air, Lucifer approaches, but all you do is gently punch Belphegor's chest. Again and again. “I told you to move. Several times. And still, you didn't. I was… I was dying of fear, and you weren't moving.”

“You, inconsiderate shit.” Punch. “You, deaf moron.” Punch.

“You… Stubborn cow.”

Belphegor has let the blood simply flow across his face, and now he's kneeling in front of you, holding his own hands, the same surprised look on his face.

And that's that.

You let your arms fall with a groan and simply sigh. For Diavolo, violence really isn't for you, you are so tired.

“S-Should we separate them?” Levi asks in a trembling voice, frantically waving his hands, unable to decide whether to approach or flee.

“No. He has more to say.” Satan gently holds Levi's wrists, and waits.

That's when you realize that yes, you got more to say. In fact, you've had something to say for way too long, and now you're dying to get it off your chest.

“I gave you my trust, and I knew I was being childish and reckless in doing so, but all I wanted was to help. I cried for you, I felt for you, and I did everything I could to be by your side even though all I had to offer was just. Just me. Mortal, human. And in response, you killed me.” Belphegor recoils at your words, but you go on.

“It hurt. It still hurts, even now. Sometimes I see you and all I can think about is your betrayal.”

Belphegor looks down, biting his lips, in silence. You can see his hands shaking, and you remember your talk under the stars, his eagerness when he offered you a pact. When he gave you the control you needed. His hands were shaking back then, too.

With a groan, you reach out to hold his chin, lifting his face. You take the long sleeve of your pajamas and begin to wipe the blood running down his chin, across his lips. Slowly, with care.

Your fingers run through his hair just to be able to look directly into his eyes. He looks anxious, fearful, and you know that your next words have the power to break or mend his heart.

So you decide to, once more, open yours and leave the rest in his hands.

“I don't hate you. And this isn't me cutting our ties. I understand your pain, I really do. Please, understand mine.”

Your thumb caresses over his forehead. Carefully, gently.

“I need time. I'll let you know when I'm ready.”

Belphegor inhales and exhales deeply, holding your gaze. Slowly, but surely, he takes your hand between his, from his forehead to his lips, leaving the lightest of kisses against your palm. You feel the pact mark that binds you together tremble and sing.

“I'm sorry. For the pain, for my insistence, I just… Wanted to be close. I need to be close. I'll wait for you.”

Straightforward as ever. But you are struck by the sincerity in his voice, in his eyes, and this time around it takes you no more than a second to nod.

“Right. Be good and wait for me.”

Unable to resist, you pat his head, just as you would to a small, rebellious child. He's the baby of the family, after all. He groans, and you laugh, feeling so much lighter. And unbelievably tired.

By the time you remember that you're not alone in the room and turn around to placate the others, you make eye contact with Satan.

He's looking prouder than ever, the little smile on his lips telling enough. “Go on”

The brothers needed no further prompting to launch themselves at the two of you, a jumble of limbs and shrill voices.

“MC, that was, as usual, reckless. From now on, fist fights are forbidden in and out of the house. Evade further conflicts.”

“B-But wasn't MC so cool?!?! Belphie is so much stronger, but he was down with one punch! W-way too op, MC!!”

“Oi! Human, how dumb can ya be?! Tell me before you go around punchin' demons, I can punch them for ya!”

“I knew you were good at controlling your anger, but I never imagined that much. You are full of surprises.”

“Belphie, gosh, your clinginess finally got you in trouble, mh? Your surprised face was so cute! Do you need concealer?”

“Belphie, does it hurt? Do you need ice? We have popsicles in the freezer… Wait, I ate them all yesterday, sorry Belphie… Do you want me to go and buy more? MC, which flavor would you like?”

“We are good, Beel.” Belphegor answers, still looking at you. “Right?”

You laugh at his not-so-subtle search for assurance, and your chest feels astonishingly full. “We will be, for sure.”

Movie night turns right into a sleepover after that, as every single one of the demon brothers refuses to leave your room. Lucifer might roll his eyes, but he still settles on your couch, right next to Satan.

And for the first time in weeks, you're able to close your eyes and rest, feeling safe and at home.

ao3 ― writing tag

[um-soybean]

Obey Me! OG lesson 16 MAJOR spoilers…

When Mammon sees you there, half dead, all he can think about is how he doesn’t even know your favorite flowers. Do you like roses? Everyone likes roses right…? Red? No. Too similar to the blood seeping into the crevices of his hands.

Lily of the valley? No, he barely knows what they look like. All he knows is that the petals hang limply like your head in his arms.

Maybe chrysanthemums. Asmo once told him they mean goodbye. Which is the last thing he wants to think of as your eyes flutter closed and cease to open again.

Note:

I adore this man. I was also randomly thinking about funerals and obey me at the same time?

[andminnequin]

Undertale Me

[that-one-pretty-bitch]

The product of lesson 16

MC: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Lucifer: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

MC: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

[asmodeus-mydearbeloved]

MC, at the top of the stairs: Surprise~ I'm back from the dead isn't that exciting?~

*The brothers all staring at them, terrified and baffled*

[lwtkmm]

Wrath of a demon

'Avatar of Greed, Mammon'

ᥫ᭡ synopsis : The avatar of Greed is angered when the human he adores so much lies lifeless in front of him. The greed of wanting to feel your touch and the grief of the realization that it had been taken away from him drove him hysterical. Witness the wrath of the embodiment of Greed, Mammon

♡︎ Writing in progress ♡︎

[lokiangel]

Obey me Incorrect quotes #29

Mc- What’s up guys? I’m back. Belphie-What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. I killed you. Mc-Death is a social construct.

[trash-opposum]

It’s always “What if Belphegor successfully killed MC during Lesson 16?”

And never

“What if Lucifer killed MC during Lesson 6?”

Ya ever think about that? 🤨

[ratcanwrite]

It really was an accident.

He didn’t mean for it to happen.

He had spent so much time trying to gain your trust after the incident, so you could be friends. He couldn’t believe you forgave him, and that you had trusted him enough to nap with him. He also couldn’t believe he destroyed all of it.

He was sleeping. It was his subconscious. It wasn’t really him. It was in his dream. It’s not his fault. He kept telling himself that. Over and over, until eventually, he realized that he, in the back of his mind, wanted to do it. After all, he wouldn’t’ have classified that dream as a nightmare if he had woken up a second earlier.

He stared up at the ceiling. For the first time in his immortal life, he didn’t want to sleep. Even if he did, he couldn’t. So, instead, he replayed the dream over in his head, trying to make it end differently, to force his brain to forget about the previous ending. But his offer for a hug, his maniacal laughter, his tail slinking up your neck, before it wrapped around it, and squeezed the air out of your lungs, was all he could think about. How your face looked, how betrayed that face looked, how sad, how hurt, emotionally and physically, that all made your face even harder to remove from his brain. He remembered how he threw your body, so carelessly, as if you meant nothing to him, as if you didn’t save his relationship with his family, re-unite him with he brothers, his twin, whom he missed so much. He re-lives the moments when Mammon cradled your limp body in his arms, sobbing, begging you to open your eyes. How he just laughed at them, at you. At you for being so weak. So easy to kill.

How he woke up. How he stared at your peaceful body, curled up sleeping, waiting to wake up. Except you didn’t. You never did wake up. How his brothers looked at him with betrayal,even after Barbatos risked another timeline to bring you back. How Beelzebub was torn between two people he cared about most, how he was hurt.

How no matter how many times he apologized, how many times he begged them to forgive him, to believe it was an accident. No one did. Not his brothers, who he had spent millions of years with, not his twin, who was his best friend for as long as they had been alive, not you, the person who, despite what he had done the first time, forgave him, fixed him family’s relationship, and who had had grown fond of, his friend.

How his brothers were distant toward him now. Never kept you in the same room as him, if you needed to be for a class at RAD, two or three of them were with you, not just one.

How you looked at him with terror every time he was nearby, how you clutched to Mammon’s jacket tighter, gripped Asmodeus’ hand tighter, hid near the nearest demon, behind Simeon’s wings, or near Solomon, who was armed with Hexes and spells.

He can hear you crying in your room next door. How, as much as he wants to, needs to, he can’t go to your room to comfort you. Not because his brothers got there before him, but because he knows how you’re crying because of him. He knows it’s another nightmare, or panic attack.

He knows it’s because of him. He knows he could have forced himself awake, he’s done it before. He knows he purposefully kept the dream going. He knows it was because some microscopic part of him, he didn’t know what, wanted you to die, wanted himself to kill you again, to see your lifeless body again.

He knows you’re better off like this, not having to worry about him killing you a third time, under his brothers’ protection.

Yet, some part of him, still wants you to go back to how it was before, go back to being friends, to you trusting him.

He knows he shouldn’t go back. He can’t. But yet, he still yearns for what he can’t have, reaching for the heavens, without wings to carry him.

[potol0ver]

(I had this idea and this is a non cannon scenario I just want to create and share this idea with people)

*this scene happens after lesson 16 of the original Obey Me.*

Beel afterwards was quiet more then usual. How was he supposed to process his twin, his best friend, kill his partner? Sure they were early in their relationship and it was more of a situationship but that didn’t stop him from loving MC. What was worse is that even after all of that, Belphie still doesn’t get it.

“I just- what makes them so special?” Belphie says laying on his bed in the twins room, openly ranting to Beel. “Ok yes they’re an exchange student for Diavolo and what not- but why do y’all care about her so much? Why should I care about them?-“

“Because I care about them!” Beel snapped, tired of his twin not understanding “Morning, noon, and night I care about them!” Instances where Beel raised his voice we’re few and far between, it made Belphie jump.

Beel walked over to Belphie, who was now looking at Beel in shock, Beels expression twisting from anger to hurt. “And you hurt them…”

~

A/n idk where to go with this, writers block is a bitch-

feel free to use this idea just credit me-

[jackalopesao3]

ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!

[princessasmosprincess]

If you still want hc reqs– how about for a scenerio w a single parent MC; their kid arrives w the brothers to witnesses what belphie did to mc in chapter 16 and immediately tries to fight belphie. brothers’ reactions ofc

This one was so challenging to write, mostly because I overcomplicated it for myself... I hope you enjoy!

***

MC's child wants to fight Belphie

Brothers' reactions, MC and their child are both gender neutral and the child has no set age (they're probably at least 10 years old).

Warnings: Spoilers for lesson 16, death.

***

Your child was pacing the floor. When would your little “date” be over? It had been hours.

Your child had spent the day holed up in Mammon’s room as each of the brothers (minus Lucifer) arrived, having escaped from you and the eldest. The goal was to give you the chance to have a heart to heart with the Avatar of Pride, hopefully ending the night with a pact. Your child didn't understand what was so important about making pacts with demons. You already had five pacts, why would you need a sixth?

“Hey kid, ya wanna play cards or somethin’?” Mammon asked, concerned.

Your child shook their head.

Until very recently, your child believed demons to be evil monsters who tortured humans. And why would they think otherwise? These same demons had whisked you away out of nowhere, leaving your child to live with relatives. And you were supposed to spend a year with notorious Biblical figures like Lucifer and Satan? The very demons who preyed on the downfall of mankind?

You had insisted that during your months in the Devildom they had become your dearest friends. Your child didn't trust Lucifer. His brothers seemed to be friendly enough, genuine even. But in the short amount of time your child had known Lucifer, he’d been polite but cold and hard to read. Not a good first impression for a child.

“Luke made some real good cookies,” said Beelzebub. “Do you want one?”

Your child gave a half smile, taking the offered cookie, but did not eat it, continuing pacing.

Asmodeus leaned closer to Leviathan, watching your child fidget and pace, “I kind of wish Belphie was here, he would know what to do to calm them down.” He whispered.

“It can’t be helped,” Leviathan shrugged. “I think we should keep trying to start a card game as a distraction.”

Asmodeus got up from his seat on the couch and put himself in your child’s path. “Little one,” he put on his most dazzling smile. “Why don’t you come and sit with Asmo and we can play a game of Old Maid. All this worrying is going to give you premature wrinkles.”

Your child raised an eyebrow, they had no need to care about wrinkles, premature or otherwise. “No thanks,”

The door’s lock clicked open. They looked up expectantly as someone else entered the room.

“Hey look who’s here?! Nice work, Satan!” Mammon gave his younger brother a slap on the back.

“Where were you when you disappeared on them?” Leviathan asked.

“On the staircase, where the portraits line the walls.” Satan answered.

“Ooh, ooh!” Asmodeus exclaimed. “Are Lucifer and MC alone together now? Are they starting to get lovey-dovey? Come on, let’s have some details!”

“I left right then and there, how am I supposed to know if they’re getting lovey-dovey?”

“It won’t be long now!” Asmodeus took your child’s hand, ignoring their protests, guiding them to the couch to sit between him and Satan.

Mammon shuffled the cards, dealing them out to everyone, Leviathan was bragging about his “Old Maid Skills” he’d acquired from playing cards online, Beelzebub was encouraging your child to eat the cookie he had given them. Your child finally allowed a real smile to spread on their face.

And then a muffled scream echoed down the hall.

The brothers all shared a wide-eyed look.

“Lucifer wouldn’t–” Beel started.

A loud thud seemed to shake the walls of the room.

Mammon was out the door first.

The demon brothers and your child raced after him.

As everyone arrived at the staircase, Asmodeus gasped, pulling your child into his chest to shield them from the sight of carnage. But your child easily squirmed out of the devastated demon’s arms. They grabbed the bannister and peered over.

Mammon was at the bottom of the staircase, cradling your limp body. “MC! Hang in there! MC!” He cried.

“Ahahaha! Mammon, you look like such a fool!” Someone said. “A human's about to kick the bucket, and yet here you are panicking as if it's the end of the world!”

Your child whips around to see a demon they didn't know standing at the end of the hall, still laughing at what he had done. He’s in his demon form, sharp horns frame his face and his tail swishes lazily behind him.

Your child feels no fear at the sight of the demon. “I’ll kill you!” They scream, running at him.

***

Belphegor smirks. Another pathetic human, a child no less, and by their reaction and the look of their soul, probably yours. He’ll easily kill this one too, it’ll be like swatting a fly. He’ll only pause when he sees Beel’s face. There's grief there, like the day Lilith died. And there's also betrayal? Why did Beel care so much about this worthless human? Belphie pushes that to the back of his mind, he has a child to eliminate.

Beelzebub grabs your child before they could reach Belphegor, holding them back, but it’s almost like his brain is on autopilot. The only thing on his mind is protect. Your child thrashes against Beel’s embrace but he won't let them go. Family is so important to him, and he views you and your child as a part of his.

Lucifer switches into his demon form putting himself between Belphie and your child and Beel, his wings spreading out behind him like a shield. He can tell by the far-off look in Beel’s eyes he’s in no condition to fight, and Lucifer would never let him fight his own twin. He wants, no, he needs to protect your child. You brought your child to the Devildom trusting they would be safe just like you were supposed to be. How did this all go so wrong?

Mammon doesn't want to let you go, but as he feels you take your last shuddering breath, he knows your soul is no longer with your body and there’s nothing he can do. At the sound of your child's scream, he reluctantly lays you down and runs up the steps, tears streaming down his face. He has to save your kid from Belphie, they’re all he has left of you.

Satan feels dizzy. A sense of déjà vu comes over him, he can’t tell whether the tears on his cheeks are his own or remnants from his connection to Lucifer. He racks his brain for a healing spell but deep down he knows you’re too far gone. He can feel the wrath emanating from your child. They’re going to do something stupid and he won’t stand by and watch it happen.

Leviathan is trembling. His favorite person just died right in front of him, killed by his own little brother. And now your kid is trying to fight your murderer. Even if Belphie is the weakest of the brothers, there's no way your child is going to come out of that fight alive. If he could just summon Lotan it would distract Belphie long enough that he could take your child someplace safe and he and his brothers could think of a plan. He opens his mouth but the words won’t come. He’s useless even in a dire moment like this.

Asmodeus is openly weeping. He truly did love you as much as he loved himself. He squeezes Leviathan’s shaking hand, not knowing if he’s giving comfort to his older brother or receiving it. And when your child screams at Belphie, trying to fight him, Asmo wants to cry out. Neither you nor your child had magic to protect you. Why couldn't you be strong like Solomon? It’s not fair. He wasn't ready for you to go.

[devildomangel]

MC: (singing) choke me like you hate me-

Belphie: Say no more