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[with-love-from-hell]

Melancholia

{part Nine}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc (she/her pronouns used)

WC: ~1.1k

CW: Allusion to past sexual violence in Vermillion Skies, Gaslighting/invalidation, use of the word “Paranoia,” Nightmares, vague illusion to torture and burns, blood mention, bruises mention. 

A/N: sorry for the wait! Its finally here! 😊

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

You can find any future parts by searching the tag #Vermillion Skies or #Melancholia on my blog! I have added it to all parts!”

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Though the days past by quickly, the nights for Simeon were restless. Each horrid nightmare about Mc made the fleeting bits of slumber he managed to achieve unbearable, to the point where he was becoming severely sleep deprived. Even after multiple scoldings from Lucifer and Barbatos, his grades continued to falter. Whats more, he began silently following Mc around just a few paces behind. His fear of losing them becoming so strong, that he no longer heeded the warnings from Mammon, Barbatos, or even Lucifer to stay away, which came as a significant annoyance to the three over-protective caretakers of Mc. He even went so far as to stand outside the house of Lamentation, just below the balcony to Lucifer’s room, as if waiting to see some lurker dare to attempt to harm them like in his dreams. 

What frustrated Simeon the most about the dreams is that the individual responsible for their torture was faceless. Try as he might, he could not make out any defining features to give the cruel captor an identity. The setting he was able to place Mc in was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he had seen it before, and something about the individual reeked of resentment and betrayal, though at this point there could be many who fit that bill. The only two faces in his dreams that gave any clarity were that of Mc- bloody and bruised as she was- and Lucifer, who’s interruptions of Mc’s torture were just as painful to watch as he paced around his office, desperately fighting tears amongst the tarnished books, shelves, and furniture. 

Much to Simeon’s surprise, the only one who gave his dreams any consideration was Luke. He was dismissed by Solomon, who passed him off as paranoid, and Raphael he was dismissed by Raphael for being obsessive in his ruminations about the human girl. But Luke seemed equally as concerned by the nighttime horrors as Simeon, going so far as to walk Mc to class hand-in-hand almost every day. 

“Do you really think something so terrible could happen to her?”

“Well...” Simeon sighed, scratching his ear anxiously. “I would like to hope it wouldn’t, but if someone had harmed her once, surely there could be a chance of harm coming to her again.” 

Luke’s frown intensified, casting worry lines all over the small angels face. Simeon gave a weak smile, and outstretched his arms. Accepting the invitation, Luke nearly jumped into the hug, soft tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“I don’t want to think about this any more...” He murmured into Simeon’s coat, sniffling back mucus. “Can we go to the Cat Café with Satan again or something?” 

Simeon obliged, ushering Luke toward the Library where Satan had been seen reading a book on dark mages earlier in the day. Simeon had seemingly bonded back with Luke after sharing his dream all those nights ago, and it offered the opportunity for Simeon to share his reasons for abandoning virtue. While Luke still didn’t quite understand, he knew that Simeon had no ill intentions toward him, nor toward the celestial realm despite the tortures he had suffered at the hands of Michael. 

Forgiveness was still long off for Luke, certainly. But being able to talk through things with Simeon brought him a step closer to it. Besides, he had been so desperate for some sort of connection again, since Michael seemed to only care about Mc when he spoke with him. His fascination with her wasn’t quite misplaced, as Mc seemed to have even captured the attention of Raphael, who had been previously so preoccupied with his duty that he barely cast them a second glance. 

It made Luke happy to know that the two individuals who admired the most in the celestial realm had taken an interest in his friend. Perhaps they would be able to help in keeping her safe from the impending doom that Simeon’s dreams promised. 

.......

“Luci...” You murmur as you creak open his office door. His head is perked up as he heard your meek voice, concern painting his face as you meet his stare. 

“Another bad dream?” Lucifer immediately rose to his feet as you nodded and walked toward you, cupping your chin in his hands delicately. Despite the fact that so much time had passed and you seemed to be improving still from everything that’s happened, the past two days had been torturous for you. He had stayed home with you the previous day due to your inability to get even a mediocre night’s sleep and the sickness that followed in the morning. The next night and day were no different, having confined you to your shared bedroom with Lucifer for a bulk of the day. Fortunately, tonight you seemed to get to sleep with ease, and managed to consistently sleep for a solid two hours before Lucifer snuck away to his office to catch up on some paperwork. 

“Come, love.” Lucifer gathered you in his arms, picking you up by your rear and urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Lets go back to bed.” 

Lucifer helped you back upstairs, snuggling in next to you after tucking you under the covers. His wings sprouted from his back as the raven feathers closed around you, pushing you closer to your lover’s chest. Listening to his heartbeat and the feeling of the silky feathers against your skin eased your nerves, despite the fact that you couldn’t remember most of the nightmares when you woke. All you felt was a burning sensation all over your skin, and you could remember a vaguely familiar looking man standing over you with pure disdain in his eyes. You couldnt ever remember the words he said to you, nor could you remember how you got into the tiny room with him, but you knew was that the room meant pain and torture for anyone who stepped foot in it. 

You sigh, clinging to Lucifer tightly. He assured you that you were safe, and you felt it now, too. But something still hung heavy in your stomach; something that told you the safety you felt in this moment wouldn’t last much longer.

[diodellet]

WIP Tag Game

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a snippet or tell them something about it.

i got tagged by @jessamine-rose tenks bestay 🥴💕

naq p0wsz andami kong drafts pero onte lng mga kakilala q di2 ayan kasi sulat ka ng sulat

tagging: @nwaml @merotwst (hi👁️👁️ no pressure to answer)

harana

he doesn't sweat he Glistens

im gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face

put me under, pretty boy

sinisikmura

diluc's garbage bedside manner

doting tighnari (derogatory)

f/d dubcon genshin

naughty kiss ayayo/reader

keep your friends close but your enemies closer

absolve me with your "crucifix"

Sweet Means Danger

Getting Freckles

you weren't meant to see this

obm marks

[ibelongtowrath]

May I request the "Drop the towel" challenge NSFW headcannons with the Side characters and their reactions with a female MC? Like the one's you did last time but just for the side characters (Minus Luke of course) Thanks in advance and I love your writing btw :D

Drop The Towel Challenge + Side Characters

thank you! yes, of course you can bb hehe. this took forever & i’m sorry, i’ve lost so much motivation to write but since i had this half finished i tried to push through & do the rest tags/warnings: 18+/NSFW, mentions of female anatomy word count: 1k characters: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon

diavolo.

He’s a bit clueless at first, raising an eyebrow in curiosity as you confidently stride through the large double doors of his palace office and stand before his desk.

“Hm?” he muses, pushing himself back and rising from his desk to wrap you in his embrace, slow strokes of his fingers through your hair and down your back. “What’s this? You were so eager to see me, you couldn’t wait until I was done? Did you really walk through the castle in just your...?”

He doesn’t quite register your intent right away as your towel drops; he reaches down to the floor to pick it up, holding it out to you.

“MC! You dropped your-”

His molten gold eyes glint with desire as he looks up, raking over every inch of your naked form.

Before you know it, you’re bent over his desk as he knees your thighs apart, reaching for both your wrists to hold together behind your back.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growls into your ear, keeping one hand gripped tightly around your wrists as he begins to undo his trousers with the other, demon form emerging in the blink of an eye. “Then don’t mind if I indulge you, princess.”

barbatos.

An early weekend morning at the castle, Barbatos keeps himself busy preparing breakfast and tea, bustling about in the royal kitchen.

The scent of freshly-brewed tea permeates the air, light and fresh, and he doesn’t even hear you come in over the sound of the liquid pouring into the porcelain cups.

Dropping your towel as he delicately places the cups on a tray, you grin, watching as he turns around; the typically cool and composed butler can’t help himself at the sight of you standing there naked, a growl tearing from his lips as his horns and tail emerge.

Tea and food forgotten as the oven timer goes off and beeps endlessly in the background, he barely hears it as he presses his chest flush to your back, snaking his forked tail down the length of your body, delighting in your shivers of pleasure as the appendage ghosts over the goosebumps pricked across your skin.

“I thought you might be hungry,” he purrs, skimming his lips along the delicate skin of your neck as his tail slides between your legs.

“And you certainly are, my pet,” he muses, chuckling at the way your slick already generously coats the ends of his tail, “but perhaps not for what I have prepared.”

One end glides over your clit; the other, slipping into your wet heat as your head drops back against him, letting out a soft moan. 

“No, I will satiate you in another manner. I promise you will be quite full, pet.”

simeon.

Teacup pressed to his lips, he smiles softly, watching you pad across the room after emerging from the bathroom, small tufts of steam following behind, scented with tendrils of your shampoo.

Inhaling deeply, Simeon’s eyes close briefly before turning back to his work before him: a large manuscript, perhaps a prequel to TSL, thick pages adorned with hasty scribbles in the margins.

“Don’t wait up for me, darling,” he sighs, shaking his head as he lets his eyes linger on your silhouette, barely shrouded by the thin fabric of the towel. “I’m afraid I’ll be pulling another late night, and I wouldn’t want you to lose out on sleep with a full day of classes ahead of you.”

He turns back to his work, the sound of his quill pen scratching across the page the only sound; that is, before the soft thump! of your towel hitting the ground causes his movements to halt.

The angel doesn’t turn to look at you; instead, he smirks, exercising his patience and self-control, wanting to tease you first before giving in to what you, and subsequently he, wants as he slowly turns around in his chair, raising an eyebrow, hungry eyes raking over your now-naked form standing before him, beads of water rolling over your torso and between your hips.

“My, my, I have a naughty little lamb on my hands tonight, don't I?” Simeon coos, slowly rising from his chair. “Trying to distract me from my work, hm? Even though you know how important finishing this manuscript is? I suppose I'll just have to punish you...”

Your lips part to respond, but the angel is quicker than you anticipate; within mere seconds, he's pinned you down on the bed, pressing his knee to your thighs to urge them apart, his trousers suddenly feeling all too tight.

solomon.

The sorcerer's eyes briefly flit to your scantily-clad form, the tiny towel nearly revealing that which is barely hidden underneath.

Solomon chuckles knowingly; he might be thousands of years old, but he's kept up with the TikTok trends, anticipating exactly what you're about to do, turning back to the books of spells splayed open before him upon his desk.

"Did you really think that would work on me?" Solomon chuckles, eyes scanning the pages of incantations as he flicks his wrist.

"What do y-" you start to respond, questioning the movement; suddenly, you find yourself rendered speechless as your towel is ripped from your form by a large, swirling tendril of magic.

It curls around your body, silvery shimmers swimming before your very eyes as it binds your wrists behind your back, watching another tendril appearing from seemingly thin air.

Even more tentacles of magic appear, eliciting gasps of surprise and pleasure that fall from your lips in delicious symphonies as one slides between your legs; another rising to tease the now-hardened buds of your nipples, swirling and writhing, pulsing with frenetic energy.

Though he does plan to indulge you eventually, Solomon grins, fully planning to edge and tease you for as long as he sees fit, feeding off your desire through the magic as he feels himself harden beneath his pants.

"Now, do be a dear and keep making those noises for me, pet, and be sure to enjoy yourself," he says, tone seemingly calm, biting back a groan upon hearing your lewd gasps grow higher in pitch. "Though I hope you have plenty of stamina. I can keep this up for a long while."

[with-love-from-hell]

Melancholia

{part Seven}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: ~2.3k

Music Accompaniment (Help thru Valentines Day)

CW: heavy on the angst! Simeon is still kind of an ass in this one, displays of aggression, Luke being a sad baby. 

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

You can find any future parts by searching the tag #Vermillion Skies or #Melancholia on my blog! I have added it to all parts!”

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“I...I can’t do this.”

The words coming from the small angel as he began to weep were like daggers being shot directly into Simeon’s heart. Luke turned to leave, to retreat back to the castle, but Diavolo’s firm grip on his shoulders kept him in place. 

“Now, now.” He mused, giving Luke a reaffirming smile. “I think it’s about time you and Simeon had a chance to talk. As a matter of fact...” Diavolo paused and spared a glance at Lucifer. “I think we all should have a chance to sit down and talk.” 

Lucifer shot a glare at Diavolo. Before he could open his mouth to speak, Simeon interrupted him. 

“I’d like that.” 

Lucifer directed his attention to the former angel. He looked...well, he looked awful. To think the once prideful being could be reduced to such a mess was almost shocking to him, but then again, he had seen many shocking things come out of Simeon since they had been reacquainted. He was in no mood to entertain any of Simeon’s attempts to demean him, but if Simeon intended to atone for his behaviors, then perhaps they can reach a mutual understanding. 

Though...he still didn’t like the idea of Mc wanting to talk to him. 

The two demons lead a grief-stricken Luke and a oddly calm Raphael into the Dormitory, settling in around the living room in silence. Luke sat nervously at Raphael’s hip- as if looking for a way to escape the situation. For a moment, the tense silence hung in the air. It was weighing heavy on all of the shoulders in the room, only to be sliced through by the Demon Prince. 

“I say we start- one at a time- and say what is on our mind.” He smiled. “I’ll start. First, I’m glad we’re all finally doing this. Making amends is important to my vision of harmony between the realms.” 

Lucifer rolled his eyes, crossing his right leg over his left. After what happened the night of the ball, he had no interest in peace. 

“Second, I would like to say that I know many individuals in this room are hurt and angry- and they have every right to be...” Diavolo spared a glance at Lucifer, who’s shoulders tensed, and a short glance to Luke showed an almost mirror image of the eldest’s demeanor. “But I want us to overcome this impasse, and reconnect with each other.” 

Simeon nodded, eagerly looking between the others in the room- many of whom refused to meet his gaze. He finally caught Lucifer’s eyes, only to regret having done so. The furious fire that burned behind his dark irises spoke volumes- more than he ever could have. His hopefulness depleted instantly, causing him to sink down in his chair and stare woefully at his feet.

Lucifer scoffed. “Respectfully, Lord Diavolo, I don’t think your vision of peace will come to fruition. After what Simeon has done, I see no other possible outcome that could be peaceful other than distant coexistence- so long as he stays the hell away from Mc and myself.” 

Diavolo frowned, opening his mouth to respond to Lucifer. However, his words were cut off by Luke’s quiet, shaking voice. 

“W-why didn’t you repent?” 

Simeon looked up for a moment, seeing Luke staring at a fixed spot on the floor. His bottom lip trembled slightly. For a moment he wasn’t sure if he’d actually heard him speak.

“What?” Simeon asked softly, tilting his head to try to get a better look at Luke’s face. “I didn’t quite-” 

“I said, why didn’t you repent?!” Luke rose to his feet suddenly, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was angry, and very, very hurt- that much was clear. His fists shook, balled into tight circles to the point of becoming translucent. “You threw all of it away when given a chance to seek forgiveness, and I don’t understand why!” 

Simeon swallowed hard, turning his gaze downcast. “Luke...it’s...it’s complicated. you wouldn’t understand-” 

“Then explain it to me!” Luke screamed, the breaking of his voice indicating his desperation to just know why Simeon would leave the Celestial Realm...

Why would he leave him?

Diavolo sighed, pressing a hand to Luke’s shoulder in an attempt at comfort. “Luke...Love does strange things to a person. Simeon just-” 

“Love?” Luke and Lucifer said the word back to the prince in tandem, glancing at each other briefly. 

“Feelings of love would not cause you to do such depraved things!” Luke crossed his arms, seemingly offended by the words of the Prince. “Love doesn’t look like violence!” 

Lucifer nodded in agreeance, now standing next to Luke in solidarity. “I understand feeling protective over someone you hold dear...I’ve felt that.” He paused, trying to shake the memories away of when he had nearly killed Solomon in an attempt to protect Mc. “But you were not protecting Mc. You wanted her for yourself- you were trying to win a fight of possession.” 

Luke nodded in agreeance. “I love Mc too, and you don’t see me trying to kill any of the demons because of it!” 

Simeon squeezed his eyes shut, the accusing words ringing heavily through his head- confirming what had already been laid bare in his conversation with Mc herself. He tried to prevent the tears from falling- to stand strong against the two coming at him with such harsh words...but the small amount of pride he had left gave way, resulting in the tears rolling steadily down his face and dripping onto the floor. 

Lucifer and Luke stood with their arms crossed, seemingly unamused by Simeon’s woe. 

“I just want to know why you would do something like that in the name of love.” Luke murmured quietly. “I thought...I thought you loved me too.” 

Simeon shot his gaze up to meet Luke’s glossy eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, blue irises shining in sync with the hurt caused by his fall. 

“Luke...I do love you.” Simeon felt his heart squeeze as Luke looked away, seemingly unconvinced. “It has been so hard for me not having you around...and I miss you every day.” 

“Then why?” Luke squeezed his sides as he attempted to hug himself for comfort.

The room was quiet for a moment. Raphael and Diavolo stared expectantly at Simeon, awaiting an answer. Lucifer moved closer to Luke’s side, pressing a hand to his shoulder gently as his body began shaking. The longer Simeon stayed quiet, the worse Luke felt, eventually turning into Lucifer’s side to muffle his cries. 

“I just...” Simeon paused, trying to find the words. “I wanted to be...free.” 

Lucifer winced at the acknowledgement of Simeon’s motivation. He related to the feeling all too well- remembering how he himself had felt when he turned his back on the Celestial Realm. He had felt trapped there himself- being monitored constantly and strict rules of conduct preventing him from protecting one of his dearest siblings from her ultimate demise. A lightbulb flashed in his brain, finally realizing what Simeon had felt the night of the ball. 

Finally, Lucifer nodded once. “I understand your motivation better now, Simeon.” 

The softness in his voice coming as a shock to everyone in the room, including Simeon. Lucifer shifted his weight, still comforting the small angel in his arms. 

“You...what?” Raphael scrunched his face, unsure of how to feel about Lucifer’s words. 

“I know the feeling too well.” Lucifer sighed, Looking away from the rest. “To have your every movement watched with scrutiny, and to follow such oppressive rules to the letter...it’s exhausting...painful, even.” 

Simeon rose to his feet in excitement, finally feeling kinship with the eldest who seemed to relate to his experience. To his dismay though, Lucifer pushed Luke behind him and postured threateningly- as if to protect Luke from Simeon. He was confused- why would he say he understood his plight, and then act so defensive?

“That being said though...” Lucifer continued, his eyes still harboring a glimmer of anger and hatred for Simeon’s existence. “Your choice still has consequences, and you’ve hurt many people- including the one you claimed to want freedom to love.” 

Simeon’s shoulders slumped. He collapsed backwards into the chair. His chest bubbled with irritation. He couldn’t say anything to justify himself- he knew he was in the wrong. But did they have to rub it in so harshly? 

Why couldn’t they just comprehend what he was feeling?

What could he say to make them accept his behavior?

Why couldn’t they just forgive him?!

Why did they have to treat him like a monster?

He felt his fangs press into his bottom lip as the uncontrollable anger began to rise. The more he fell into his own woe, the more angry he became. How unfair it was, he thought, for them to be treating him as if he is beyond worthy of reparations. 

Once again, the only one to offer him any grace had been Mc. She always was the light in the darkness for him. The rejection from those around him only solidified that notion further. Oh, how they overlooked how important she really was- how intoxicating her ability to forgive and foster healing in others was. He longed to be held by her again- to be reminded that he could fix the situation...but as he looked into Lucifer’s eyes once more, seeing the disdain for his entire being- he had solidified the thought that he was undeserving of such a kind soul. 

Simeon suddenly rose to his feet, storming off to his bedroom and slamming the door shut behind him just before his horns sprouted from his head. He gripped the windowsill, staring out into the distance where the castle was. He made a silent promise to himself in that moment...that he would do whatever it took to show Mc that he was still the Simeon she knew from before...that he was still compassionate, and passive, and forgiving...just as she was...

But the motivation continued to be misguided by his deeper despair. That being, the inability to accept her rejection of his love.

Lucifer stood in front of the others at the ready as Simeon was suddenly standing in front of him- pure fury evident on his features as his breathing became uneven. Lucifer’s wings sprouted from his back, shielding Luke from his wrath should he choose to act on it. Fortunately, he retired to his room to burn out the anger he was feeling at Lucifer’s words. After his door slammed shut, the tension in the room finally began to dissipate. 

“Perhaps it would be best for the two of you to stay at the castle for the first few days...” Diavolo chuckled nervously, clearly not intending for the conversation to go in the direction it had.

“W-what?!” Luke snapped, stepping out from behind Lucifer, pushing his onyx wings out of his way. “You’re making us stay here after that?!” 

Diavolo turned his gaze away, giving a light shrug. “Well, your commitment was for the entire semester, was it not?” 

Luke gaped at the prince, feeling betrayed by the assertion that he should be forced to live amongst demons after all he’d gone through. his head was still swimming from Simeon’s assertion of wanting freedom. Lucifer had clearly understood what he meant, but Luke had no idea what he was referring to. The Celestial Realm was his home! He had family there! 

And Michael always said, never turn your back on your family. 

“I expect you to report back to me daily about the happenings in Devildom- particularly related to that of the human girl.”

 Luke shuddered as Diavolo lead them out of the hall- through the portal and back to the castle. He remembered leaving Devildom after the first semester- he remembered honoring Mc with the title of assimilated family member. Would he not be turning his back on her by acting as a spy?

And why did Michael want to know about her, anyway? 

Luke sighed as Diavolo escorted him to the guest suite where he and Raphael would be staying. A gentle reminder about dinner that evening was all he gave before exiting, leaving him and Raphael to themselves in the dimly lit room. Luke flopped backward on his bed, staring woefully out the window. Raphael glanced at him, feeling sorry for the turmoil the small angel must be going through in that moment. 

“Raph?” Luke murmured from his bed. His voice was quiet, but loud enough to where Raphael could hear him. 

Raphael hummed in response, folding his clothes away into his assigned dresser.

“Do you think Simeon feels bad for what he’s done?” Luke bit his lip, feeling tears threaten to well up once more. “Do you think...do you think he’ll ever apologize for leaving us?”

Raphael paused. He shifted his weight nervously, not wanting to say the wrong thing. “I’m not sure. I suppose all we can do is wait and see what happens.” 

Luke nods, lip trembling as he tried to hold himself together. “I-I wish Mc was here. She always knows what to say to fix complicated things like this.” 

Raphael paused with a robe in hand half-folded. He was unsure how to respond to such a statement. It was clear the human woman had much more of an impact on the entirety of devildom- even the tiny angel who completely loathed demons before meeting her. Before he could respond to the statement, a ringing from Raphael’s phone startled him out of his thoughts. He excused himself, stepping out of the room and moving into the bathroom quietly before answering the call. 

“Yes?” 

“Raphael, how are things coming along? Did you and Luke make it through okay?” 

“Yes, we did.” 

“Wonderful. Have you gotten your eyes on the human yet?” 

Raphael sighed. “No, we are just getting settled. It will take me some time to learn her routine...but...Michael..?” 

“What’s troubling you?” 

“What if...what if Luke is too attached to the girl..?” Raphael bit his lip, awaiting with baited breath for his superior’s response. There was silence on the other line for a moment. 

“We will cross that bridge when we get there. For now, do not shirk off your duties because of the boy’s petty emotions. There are no exceptions to my commands. Understood?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

[with-love-from-hell]

Recovery

Commission by @fickleminder

Character prominently featured: Satan

F!Mc, written under the name Kirana and she/her pronouns are used. Descriptors for this Mc are also used (e.g. hair color, mentions of blushing/skin tone indicators)

Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff

Context for the fic request here and here. TLDR: this is written in the aftermath of a kidnapping. 

WC: ~6k

CW: Kidnapping, depictions of various trauma responses (e.g. insomnia, nightmares/night terrors, flashbacks, panic attacks, anxiety, mild restrictive eating, dissociation), some depictions of blood/gore

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The moisture in the air is hanging thick- making it difficult to take a solid breath. It’s hot- hotter than the hell that she had become so accustomed to- no...this was different.  The intense humidity causes sticky beads of sweat to trickle down her brow as she squirms, trying desperately to evade whatever force was pinning her to the ground. Unlike last time, she is able to see and hear what’s going on around her- and while she initially thought that would be better, dear god its somehow worse. She can move around somewhat, but the attempts to wriggle herself flee from her invisible binds get her nowhere.  

...why was this happening again??

In the midst of her desperate squirming, a distant growl and the sounds of scuttering across the dark room put a newly formed fear into Kirana’s chest. Her movements falter as she stared into the darkness around her. Imprinted scents of the rancid smell of the beast’s breathe against her face manifested, causing her to gag. It was the worst smell she had ever encountered by far, and was made 10 times worse when it mingled with the scent of iron from her own blood... 

And the blood...Oh, there was so much blood...

As the movements draw near, Kirana’s attempts became more panicked, more desperate. The moment she saw the beast’s jaw unhinge in the dark- somehow appearing directly above her in mere seconds- she let out a horrified scream that could probably be heard throughout the entirety of the Devildom. The terror in that moment seeping through every inch of her as she felt the searing pain of 1000 suns scorch her body.

...

Kirana bolted upright in bed, finally able to jolt her body back to reality. Her chest heaved with every uneven breath, trying desperately to savor each one- as if she’d never breathe again. Then came the nausea, the pounding headache, the unstoppable tears. She gripped herself tightly as the horror-stricken cries pushed forth, the only sound coming through her slightly parted lips being soft whimpers and stuttered breaths. She tried desperately to reassure herself it was just a dream, but the efforts seemed fruitless as the horrific images continued plaguing her mind.

“Kirana?” 

A deep voice through the door echoed through her head. At first, it almost sounded distorted, taking on a quality much like that of her kidnapper. It took a minute to process that source as her brain came down from the panic, but upon realizing it was Lucifer, she breathed a sign of relief. 

When she didn’t respond verbally, the eldest brother let himself into her room. Through the door, she could see the worried faces of the other 6 brothers, each trying to steal a peak into the room to ensure she was okay. She locked eyes briefly with Satan, noticing the pained expression on his face before the door closed off her view of him. 

Why was he looking at me like that? 

“Are you alright?” Lucifer sat on the edge of Kirana’s bed, searching her eyes for signs she was in pain. 

There was no doubt he had heard her screaming from the awful nightmare, but Kirana tried to play it off as just a fluke. She gave him a weak smile, that was very much unconvincing of her well-being. “Y-yeah. I’m fine.” 

In reality, Kirana was everything but fine. It was in her nature to be more passive and try to brush past upsetting things. Hell, she did it with most of the brothers during the first few months she had lived here. But since everything had calmed down and there wasn’t much left to be worried about, she really didn’t want them to thing anything was really wrong with her. 

Lucifer lifted an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Its okay to still be disturbed by what happened, you know. It’s only been a couple of days.” 

She didn’t really want to discuss the dream with him, or any of the brothers, for that matter. But more than that, she didn’t want to worry anyone. Kirana tried her best to form a more convincing smile, waving Lucifer’s concern off like she was batting away a fly. “Really, It’s fine. I’m fine. Just a bad dream, is all.” 

Lucifer paused for a moment, staring at her. Kirana’s reasoning sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of that rather than him. After a minute of tense silence and Kirana’s aversion of eye contact, he shook his head. “We want to be here for you as much as we can be. We’re all worried about you- especially Satan. Please don’t shut us out if you’re struggling.” 

Wait...especially Satan...? What did he mean by that...?

Kirana nodded. “I’ll let you guys know if I need anything, but really...I’m fine. I promise!” 

He was still not convinced, but also didn’t feel any value in pressing her any further.  “Very well, I’ll leave you to rest then.” 

Lucifer stood and approached the door once more. Before he opened the door though, he glanced back over his shoulder. “Just remember that you do not have to be the sole proprietor of this burden. We want to help when we can.” 

Kirana winced and gave a small nod. As he opened the door, Kirana noticed that the other brothers (spare for Satan) had backed away from the door. His glistening emerald eyes stared into hers from the hallway, as if trying to communicate something to her. Just as she thought she was able to get a read on the silent message he was trying to convey, the connection was lost once again when Lucifer closed the door. After a moment of quiet murmuring, she heard bodies shuffling and the shadows cast underneath her door moved out of view. 

Kirana flopped back down onto her pillow with an exasperated sigh. There was no way she was going to get more sleep tonight, so staring at the ceiling for a bit would have to do until she figured out something to do with her time. Her mind wandered to what Lucifer had said about Satan, and she found herself pondering why on earth the eldest brother singled him out. Sure, he was the closest brother to her, and he was the one who came to her side during the events proceeding the kidnapping...

But what else to that is there? 

Well...not that it was a particularly bad thing that he was extra concerned, I suppose. 

Kirana shook her head. Wait, what am I thinking! The last thing I want is for him to fixate on whether or not I’m okay!

Or...maybe he’s concerned because he knows I like him. 

Maybe...maybe he likes me back?!

No, no...don’t be ridiculous.  That’s impossible!

A soft cough pulled her attention back to the light flooding in from under her door and away from the internal battle her thoughts were fighting.  She noticed one shadow still remained. Faintly, the scent of parchment and ink drifted into her nostrils, providing her with an odd sense of calm. 

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“Kiraaanaaa...” Asmo cooed in his quietest sing-song voice, trying to gently jostle the human awake without drawing the attention of the others in the classroom. “Hey, Kirana! Wake up, sleepy!”

She groaned, reluctantly opening her eyes. Kirana didn’t even remember falling asleep, but given the professor was still going on and on endlessly with their mundane lecture, it was natural that she would- especially given all she had been through. Besides, even if she hadn’t been kidnapped, falling asleep in Devildom History wasn’t completely unheard of. Even Mammon was passed out at his table a few feet away from how dry the lecture was. 

Kirana rubbed her bloodshot eyes, trying desperately to wake herself up. Her voice was raspy with sleep as she spoke. “Urgh...What did I miss?” 

Asmo giggled. “Not much. Honestly, I wasn’t paying attention. I was too busy looking at your cute sleeping face!” 

Kirana flushed, looking down at her drool-covered notebook. “Seriously, Asmo...” 

He giggled in response, continuing to stare at her face as he bounced his foot atop his other leg. “You know dear, it’s unlike you to fall asleep during class... and you seem to be much more sluggish than usual...Are you getting enough sleep? If you want, I could-”

“I’m fine, Asmo.” Kirana interrupted him, maybe a little too sternly. “No need to worry.” 

Asmo’s shoulders slumped slightly, but he let it go.

Kirana attempted to process the blurry lines on the chalkboard where the professor had been writing important notes about the Celestial War, but the words seemed to run together and she couldn’t make sense of it. After a minute of trying desperately to focus, Kirana instead decided to look about the room. If the lecture couldn’t keep her awake, she would have to find something else to look at that would, or else she would never hear the end of it from Lucifer...or so she was convinced. 

While she had accommodations for her classes and was slowly eased back in to RAD work, she found herself worried of becoming a disappointment. Sure, the events of that day were rough, but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t work herself through! The extra help was nice, but part of her felt like taking it was proving how weak she was, and that’s not something she was willing to accept- even if the extra support would have saved her a lot of grief...especially considering she hadn’t gotten more than 2 hours of sleep per night for the past 10 days.  Lucifer even encouraged her repeatedly to accept the help, but she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that it was a test of will. She could power through if she just tried hard enough...

Right..?

Kirana yawned, feeling the exhaustion creep steadily within her once more. Her eyelids began to droop, and soon enough she was fast asleep again with her head resting in her palm. Asmo continued trying to jostle her awake when he noticed her drifting off, but she couldn’t muster the strength to be up for more than a few minutes. Obviously, no information from the lecture stuck with her.

Satan looked on from a table toward the back of the room. The concern he felt for Kirana was ever-growing, and he wondered desperately how he could help her. Her fatigue in class was so out-of-character, as she was always very studious and wanted to make a good impression on Lucifer and Diavolo. While he admired her intelligence, he knew that the incident could very well disrupt her studies. But now...she was just so different. What had made Kirana who she was had been slipping before his eyes ever since she returned from the attack- and it’s not like he could even blame her for it. 

Satan himself found his own sanity slowly dwindling as he obsessed over his guilt. He blamed himself for her kidnapping and all of the trauma that came with it, and he was sure she felt the same. He had convinced himself in hindsight that everything that happened was preventable, despite the fact that in reality, it was all truly just simple mindlessness that could have befallen anyone- particularly given the fact that Kirana had been able to hold her own in the Devildom without incident prior to this. 

The urge he felt to protect her after this only increased, and he felt a burning desire to confess to her his attraction, but he figured this would be the worst time to do it. He feared that if his love couldn’t fix the damage done by Kirana’s assailant...then maybe nothing could. Regardless though, he had to do something. He couldn’t just sit back anymore while Kirana wasted away- body, mind, and soul. Her gaunt-looking face, exhausted eyes, pale complexion, and trembling extremities told him he needed to act sooner rather than later. Perhaps tonight would be his opportunity to finally help in his own way. 

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The same musty room engulfed her in darkness. 

The same rancid breath produced bouts of nausea in the pit of her stomach. 

The same crushing binds cut off her access to oxygen and crushed her rib-cage.

The same situation continued its grotesque and endlessly simulation in her slumber until she finally jerked awake. 4 times tonight already. Fortunately, Kirana had become quieter in her stirring from the nightmares, so the brothers weren’t bothered in the wee morning hours in which their rest was the most plentiful. She hated putting them out of their well-needed rest, given they all had such important duties as Student Council Officers. She always felt so guilty when they looked at her with those somber, pitiful eyes. 

She tried to gain control of her labored breaths, crying softly to herself. When would the nightmares end? All she wanted was some peace. But even in the most restful state she had, the image of her captor’s maw closing around her neck still plagued her mind. 

She shuddered. Maybe scrolling through Devilgram will take my mind off things. 

Kirana rolled onto her stomach and scrolled through her phone mindlessly for what felt like hours, but time seemed to pass at a snails pace. Another symptom of the attack perhaps? Time seemed to almost exist as an illusion to her, even in waking hours. Classes dragged on, and on, and on with seemingly no end as she fought back sleep, and the sleepless nights seemed to last for centuries. 

Each mealtime with the brothers seemed to be the same every day- the same arguments and conversations, the same feelings of exhaustion and emptiness, and the same bland-tasting food.  Ugh...the food. It didn’t matter what was made or who made it, the food didn’t even really seem to have any taste anymore either, so her appetite had dwindled to nearly non-existent. Even Satan making her favorite meal couldn’t bring the excitement of the new and enticing foods in the Devildom back. It all just tasted like...sand? or maybe dirt?

Or maybe it just tasted like nothing. Just as she felt inside.  

Kirana turned over on her side, clutching a pillow to her chest and fighting back another crying spell- the frequency of which also becoming more commonplace as the days dragged on. With each passing hour, she felt more and more volatile in her emotions- becoming irritable at the slightest of inconveniences, and becoming inconsolable over something as simple as spilt milk. Her usual laid-back demeanor had shifted to one of high alert, never letting her guard down enough to be truly genuine with anyone- even with the 7 demons she had come to know and love throughout her time in Devildom. 

Even the little help that she did accept had only done minor damage control. The soft orange light of the lamp given to her by Asmo on her bedside table helped her escape the darkness of her room, but it couldn’t shield her from the darkness that occurred when she closed her eyes. The pendant of protection Satan gave her was always around her neck, but she sometimes wondered if it did truly work given how jumpy she always felt wherever she went. The brother’s distractions helped a little until they became less of a distraction and more of a tool to fuel her dissociation. She began to wonder if this is all there was after the attack, the thoughts sending her into a spiral of hopelessness until the ping of her phone going off interrupted her thoughts. 

Satan:  Is everything okay? 

Kirana:  Huh..?

Satan:  I walked by your room and saw the light on under the door.

Satan:  I assumed you were awake, which is rare for you this time of night. 

Kirana:  Oh, haha. I’m fine. I’ll fall asleep eventually. It was just a bad dream that woke me.

Satan: A bad dream?

Kirana:  Oh, haha. Yeah, they happen sometimes. Not to worry though, I’m okay. 

Kirana:  Anyways, What are you doing awake and roaming?

Satan:  I’m making some tea. Would you like to join me since you can’t seem to sleep? 

Kirana:  It’s nothing I can’t handle. I’m okay, thank you for the offer though. 

Satan:  Are you sure?

Kirana: Yeah, it’s not super unusual for me since...uh...

Kirana:  Well, you know.

Kirana watched as the “typing” indicator appeared, and then disappeared numerous times. Anxiety built up in her stomach at the prospect of Satan replying with something very judgmental or dismissive. However, thoughts are pushed away when a knock at her bedroom door makes Kirana nearly jump out of her skin. 

“AH! Uhh-” She tries to settle the high-pitched volume in her voice. “W-who’s there?” 

The door creaks open to reveal a very concerned looking Satan, holding two tea cups with his left index and ring finger. “May I come in? I apologize if I startled you.” 

Kirana nods hesitantly, watching closely as Satan maneuvered carefully into her bedroom. He approaches her bed, sitting on the foot of it after resting one of the tea cups on the night stand next to her.

“I know you said you didn’t care for any tea, but I made you some anyway. It’s supposed to help with sleep.” He commented, taking a nervous sip from his own cup. “I...I know that’s something that’s been difficult for you lately.”

Kirana pulls in her bottom lip and nods, turning her gaze away to stare at the vaguely purple liquid in the small cup. It’s quiet for a moment as Satan remains planted on the edge of the bed, and Kirana leans against the headboard, knees pulled up to her chest. 

Satan clears his throat after a moment, deciding to just go for what he wanted to say rather than overthinking his words or beating around them. “I worry about you, you know.” 

Kirana perks up, attention now fully on the blonde demon before her. A light blush dusts his cheeks as he stares at the tea in his hand, the sweet image producing a small flutter in Kirana’s heart.

“Pardon?” 

Satan snaps his eyes attention up to meet hers, no hesitation evident in his reply. “I worry about you. All the time...Ever since you were kidnapped you’ve been...well...different I guess. And it makes sense as to why you would be. The whole thing was pretty messed up...”

Satan takes a breath, searching her eyes for any signs that she had something to say. Instead, she stared past him, seemingly not wanting to acknowledge what he was saying. He knew Kirana could give Lucifer a run for his money in terms of stubbornness, so perhaps he needed to try a different approach.

“Uh- I know you haven’t talked to anyone about what happened really, but...maybe...you should? You know I’m always here to lend an ear...right?” 

Kirana bites the inside of her cheek and shrugs. She was unsure of how to feel with how candid Satan was being. He had seemingly been avoiding her for the past week or so, so why was he offering to talk now? As if reading her thoughts, Satan continued. 

“I’m not going to push you if you don’t want to...I just...I’ve observed what holding it in has been doing to you, and...and honestly, it scares me.” He pauses. “Perhaps that’s why I’ve been more distant than usual, but I don’t...I don’t want to be. I know you want to do this on your own, and I want to try to respect that, but...I worry that my negligence will result in losing you again.” 

“Again?” Kirana furrowed her brow.. “what do you mean by that?” 

“I...I...” Satan squeezes the cup tighter as his hands begin to tremble. The steaming liquid sloshes around, droplets splashing off the rim and onto his lap as he fought back tears. “It’s all my fault. If I had been there...If I had just paid more attention...” 

Kirana nearly gasped as his assertion. She was now wide awake and her attention now fully on Satan as she leans forward toward him. “What? No! No, it’s not your fault!” 

He shook his head. “It’s true. I was supposed to walk you home. If I had been there, none of this would have happened. I neglected you, and it resulted in something terrible. So, I do understand if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but if you would- please talk to somebody...” 

“Satan, I don’t blame you at all.” Kirana moves her hand so that it lightly grazes his forearm.

Satan shrugged. “Perhaps you should.”

“You’re being stupid.” Kirana scolds, scooting closer to the middle-born so that she could sit side-by-side next to him. 

“Excuse me?” 

Kirana sighs, playing with the ends of her hair. “Look, it was a shitty situation. And clearly it’s still impacting me more than I’d like it to, but...I’m safe now. And you’re the one to thank for that.” 

Satan stared, unblinking at his tea. His silence offered an indication that he still wasn’t convinced. 

Kirana dropped her hair, instead moving to ground herself by gripping her thighs. “Do you even know how relieved I was when I realized it was you who was with me? When I was able to smell you near?” 

He brought his gaze back up to Kirana, puzzled by her words. “Uh...smelled me..?” 

“...Ummm...” Kirana blushes, immediately realizing she should have maybe picked a better choice in words to avoid sounding weird. She sighs, deciding push on. “Well...yeah. I mean...Gah, this is kind of embarrassing, but...I wasn’t able to see or hear, so I could only rely on my sense of smell, and...uh...” 

 At her pause, Satan looked at her with wide, shimmering eyes. “Please...do go on.” 

“Well...you smelled like...I dunno...Ink and old paper.” She paused, feeling her face heat up further in embarrassment. She looks down to the floor as she continues to speak. “It wasn’t really that I realized it was you right away. Like, I was able to figure it out, but I just...I somehow knew the scent meant I was going to be safe.” 

There’s a pause of silence between the two. Satan ponders over her words for a moment, searching for their meaning. Kirana hesitates before continuing. 

“Anyway...I wont just sit here and let you blame yourself for that. You always make me feel comfortable and safe and...and...I’m glad it was you.” 

“Kirana, I-” 

“I’m not finished.” She glances back up at Satan, finding a bit more courage to say what was on her mind. She noticed him staring at her with mist in his eyes, completely unprepared for her bold words. “When I was...or, well- When I thought I was going to- you know...die...All I could think about was you. I was so scared, and thinking about you was the only thing that made me bear through it all...but, I was also worried that I wouldn’t be able to see you again...to tell you...”

Kirana pauses, unsure of how to finish her statement. The confidence she felt begins to dwindle upon realizing that she is pouring her heart out to someone who may not reflect the same emotions. 

Satan inches closer so that their legs touch. “Tell me...what?” 

Kirana feels her face go completely red, bringing her hands up to shield it from view. “Come on, don’t make me say it...isn’t it obvious by now??” 

Satan lets out a soft chuckle as he nudges her hand with his pinky. “Perhaps not as much as you’d suspected...But I can assure you, I share the sentiment.” 

Kirana feels her heart stop and she whips her head up to stare at him. “H-huh?!” 

He pauses for a moment, thinking over his words. “Let me put it this way, Kirana. I haven’t felt fear often in my life, and I do not typically get ‘scared’ of...well, anything really...But never in my life did I feel so much terror as the night you went missing- when I realized something wasn’t right; that you could be in danger; that the state of your being fell on me and I...I could be too late to save you. I was practically sick to my stomach when I realized I had never confessed how I feel about you, and that the opportunity may have been missed...I didn’t want to have to hold onto that anymore.”

He stares into Kirana’s eyes, ensuring the deepest of meaning is held within the deep green orbs. He then takes her hand in his. Kirana holds her breath, unsure of how to even react to such an unexpected confession. 

“I need to tell you now...that I-” Satan swallows hard, nerves suddenly reemerging. “I-I’m desperately in love with you. and I have been for quite some time.” 

Kirana stares at him in near disbelief, unsure of how to respond. After a moment of silence, Satan’s nervousness emerges, wanting some sort of validation that she felt the same. 

“Can I assume you return my feelings?” He searched her eyes for signs of doubt, but saw none. 

“I- yes. Of course” Kirana smiled. Her eyes went glossy as she tried to hold back tears, not wanting to feel further embarrassment by the rollercoaster of emotions she was experiencing. “I love you too Satan...you’re the only one I want.”

Satan felt a wave of relief was over his body. He squeezed Kirana’s hand a bit tighter, feeling a giddy sense of joy come over him. Though, he didn’t forget why he had come to her room in the first place. 

“Well, now that this is out of the way...should I let you get back to sleep? I’m sure the effects of the tea are kicking in already.” 

Kirana bit her lip, looking sheepishly down at the floor. “Actually...Could I maybe stay the night in your room? It would be nice to have someone there...if I have another nightmare.” 

Satan beamed, pleased to see she was finally asking for help. Before he could attempt to reply though, Kirana’s anxiety got the better of her as she blurted out a cushion statement before his words were even out. “I-it’s okay if you don’t want me to. I don’t want to burden you or anything so-” 

Before she could continue, Satan brought a hand up to cup Kirana’s face. Slowly- as if leaving room for her to pull away- he gave her a chaste kiss. As he pulled away, he noticed her face was bright red, eyes wide with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. 

Kirana felt her heart melt the minute her lips met his. Her flustered state only increased, making her stomach feel nearly overwhelmed with butterflies. 

“You’re more than welcome to join me.” Satan cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of Kirana’s face. “You don’t even have to ask.” 

The pair walked hand-in-hand up to Satan’s bedroom. He was slightly embarrassed by the state of it, knowing he would have at least taken the pile of books off of his bed if he knew Kirana would be accompanying him tonight. Instead he threw them off the bed in a huff, gesturing to Kirana to lay down while he grab some more tea for the two of them. 

Something about being surrounded by the smell of old books and dim candle light, and being snuggled up under a large, soft quilt suddenly made Kirana feel a bit more drowsy. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, only to be woken soon after by the door to Satan’s bedroom opening and closing. Satan approached the bed as she squinted at him through tired, heavy eyelids. 

He let out a soft chuckle at the way Kirana looked, bundled in the quilt so snuggly. “Here you are. Are you comfortable?”

She nodded sleepily in response, taking another sip of the tea that Satan had handed to her. “Yes, I do. I feel very safe. Thank you.” 

Satan hummed. “I’ll always keep you safe, Kitten.” 

Kirana choked on her tea, coughing and sputtering from the shock at being called the sudden (adorable) pet name. Her face reddened once more as she tried to find words to reply. “Wha- I...Kitten!?” 

Satan’s lips lifted into a coy smirk. “Do you not like me calling you that?” 

“N-NO!” Kirana shook her head, changing her words to seem less excited. “I mean...I- I don’t mind it.”

The smirk on Satan’s face only grew the more flustered she became. How cute. 

Satan cleared a space next to the bed, giving Kirana the entire space. He assumed she wouldn’t want him right next to her- or at least she’d be too embarrassed to say that’s what she did want. Regardless, he figured he’d spare her from feeling even more flustered...at least for tonight. 

Just before he was about to curl up in the space though, Kirana’s voice stopped him. “S-Satan?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Could you...ah- could you read to me?” 

Satan’s eyes shifted up to look at her. Kirana’s ability to surprise him really left him feeling underprepared. 

“I know it’s silly...but...” She paused, trying to find the words to say. After a short moment, she let out a nervous laugh, feeling ridiculous for making such a request. “It’s just hard to sleep without background noise...and-” 

“Of course I will.” Satan interrupted, not wanting Kirana to go into a self-deprecating spiral. “Just let me find a book.” 

Satan disappears behind a bookshelf, re-emerging with a thin novel. Kirana scooches over to make room on the bed- much to Satan’s surprise- and he nestles in next to her. She rests her head on his chest as he wraps his arm around her, stroking her bare shoulder underneath the sleeve of her shirt. 

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” 

Kirana nods, humming in confirmation. She nuzzles into him further, tightening the blanket around her body as he begins to read. Within a few minutes, soft snores could be heard coming from Kirana as she breathed evenly against him. Satan continued to read until he could barely keep his own eyes open. He closes the book, leaving it on the windowsill near his bed before shuffling his and Kirana’s bodies to a lying-position on the bed. As if instinctually, Kirana wraps her arms around his midsection, clinging to him like a koala. He smiles warmly, placing a soft kiss to her head before finally succumbing to sleep. 

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From then on, there wasn’t a night she wasn’t found in Satan’s room, or he in Kirana’s room. The two became nearly inseparable, relying on each other as Kirana continued to try to heal from the trauma of the kidnapping. With each reassured moment that she was safe in Satan’s arms, she became more and more like her old self again. The nightmares dwindled to a very infrequent occurrence, the anxiety lessened, and her appetite returned, allowing her to begin re-engaging with everyone around her in a meaningful way. 

Satan was almost shocked at how easy it was for Kirana to make friends with other demons after he took steps in aiding her healing. Though, he did notice she only really engaged with them when he was at her side. There was a carefulness still evident in her actions, and he wondered any sort of absence of his hawk-like protection wasn’t contributing to that at least somewhat. Regardless, he saw it better to remain cautious about the others outside his family rather than leave it up to fate. 

No one was taking her from him again...not without a fight. 

When Lucifer mentioned that the exchange program was ending and Kirana had to return to the human world...of course, he was devastated. 

“I demand you talk to Diavolo and let her stay.” “At the very least, can’t I accompany her back?” “Only two of us can call her per week?! That’s completely unfair!” 

All of his arguments fell on deaf ears, and soon enough, it was time to say goodbye. It was awkward- and sad- to have to give Kirana back to to the realm in which she belonged, but he was able to do so (though not without an extreme reluctance). The first two weeks were obviously the hardest for both Satan and Kirana. Despite texting her daily, he couldn’t wait for his turn to call her at the end of the second week- an arrangement he was able to work through with Lucifer after many harsh words flown from each other’s mouths at who would be the brother to call her first. 

“Heyy Satan.” Kirana giggled into the phone as she picked up the line, seeing the caller ID light up with a picture of him covered in 5 different cats, smiling wide right at her.

He smiled, feeling his heart race at the excitement in her voice. “Hey yourself. How are you doing, Kitten?” 

Satan heard Kirana squeak from the other line, and chuckled to himself at how she still became flustered by the pet name, even after they had been together for a few months. After regaining her composure some, she spoke. 

“I’m doing okay, I think. The first few days were really hard.” She pauses. “I’m getting some more help here. I started talking to some professionals...anyway, even though it sucks a bit that I don’t have you here to help, I’m learning how to do some things on my own so I don’t burden you too much.” 

“You’re not a burden to me, Kitten.” 

Another squeak was heard through the line. “Stop teasing me!” 

Satan laughed. “Stop being so easy to tease.” 

The pair laughed for a moment, before a somber wave of silence encapsulated the phone call. Satan’s heart felt heavy in knowing the next time he would be able to hear Kirana’s sweet voice was not until at least 3 weeks from now. He knew she felt it too, given the soft sniffles coming from her end of the line. 

Satan cleared his throat, trying to find a way to guide the conversation back to a happier place. He couldn’t really think of anything, but the sound of Kirana’s soft voice made him relax some. 

"I...I miss you, you know.” 

Satan could practically hear her blush through the phone. His own cheeks reddened as he cooed the sentiment back. “I miss you too. More than you probably even realize...” 

"You can’t just one up me like that!” Kirana huffed. “No, I miss you more.” 

Satan chuckled. “Well, I’m not about to argue with you on that. Let’s just say we’re both hopelessly missing each other.” 

After another brief laugh, The conversation goes on for hours, until the moon lifts brightly in the sky and the spring peeper frogs and crickets sing their evening melody, lulling Kirana into a state of sleepiness that she finally was able to not feel dread about...but that also meant she would have to stop the conversation in order to rest her weary head. 

“I should probably go...I have a busy day tomorrow.” 

Satan groaned. “I was worried you were about to say that.”

“I’m sorry...” She sighed, feeling bad about having to hang up. 

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” Satan stretched out, now realizing how long he had been in the same position, but time seemed to go so quickly when he it was with her. “You need your rest.” 

“I wish I could just be back there with you instead.” 

Satan hummed. “Me too, Kitten.”

“Hey!” Kirana squeaked into the phone. “What did I say about teasing!” 

Satan chuckled. “You’re adorable.” 

She huffed into the phone, clearly exaggerating to try to tease him back. 

“and...you’re all mine, right?” Satan bit his lip, wondering how his words will be received.

 She giggled, but he could also hear sniffling from her end of the call. “Yes, of course, you meanie. All yours.” 

The phone call ended with exchanged “I love you”s and, while the passage of time seemed unbearable, they continued on the distanced love that was cultivated despite enormous hardship. That is, until the day the portal opened above the student council meeting by Solomon- when Kirana fell right back into Satan’s lap- and they could pick back up exactly where they left off. 

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[with-love-from-hell]

Hi there! Happy 666 followers! For the drabble requests, could I ask for chubby fem!Mc with "What are you gawking at?" With Mammon? Thank you so much!( I absolutely adore your work!)

Hi! Thanks for the love!!! Also Thanks for responding to my message clarifying the genre you wanted (:

Prompt #3: "What are you gawking at?"

Character(s) featured: Mammon

Genre: fluff

Written for F!Mc

cw: maybe some reader insecurity?

You sigh, staring into the mirror, trying to decide if you preferred this outfit over the others you had tried on. You wanted to look a bit nicer, given that Mamon had finally asked you on a date after months of acting like you were a nuisance.

Or well...you were pretty sure it was a date...

He didn't call it that when he asked you to accompany him out to dinner, but the way his face turned beet red when he did tipped you off into thinking this was more than a "just friends" thing. You knew he had a crush on you. Really anyone with eyes could see that. But there was always a voice in the back of your head that convinced you that maybe you were misreading the situation.

You reside yourself to the black minidress you were currently wearing. It showed off a little more skin than you were used to, hugging your curves in the right places and low enough to show quite a bit of cleavage. At first you thought it would be fine, but you found yourself feeling a little self conscious as you walked by Asmo and he nearly fainted.

You made your way down to the entry way where Mammon was impatiently waiting for you to meet him. He was dressed a bit nicer than usual- wearing a pair of black slacks and a white button-up. Per his usual look though, the top few buttons were undone. You feel your throat tighten as he sees you descending the stairs.

Mammon's heart nearly stopped when he laid eyes on you. Your fashion taste was similar to his, so seeing you in something a bit more out of character was a bit of a shock...plus, it was so revealing! He had a hard time tearing his eyes away from you, a deep red blush painting his cheeks the closer you got to him.

You feel your own face heat up under his gaze. His eyes were completely glued to you as he admired your body. Part of it felt uncomfortable...but another part felt a bit more enticing.

"What are you gawking at?" You tease, pushing Mammon's shoulder playfully to try to lighten the mood.

He opens and closes his mouth, but doesn't say anything, only continued to stare at you.

"Well..." you rub your arm nervously, trying to get him to say something. "Should we get going? We don't want to be late for our-"

"Y-you."

"Huh?" You blink, confused at his interjection.

"You. I-i'm gawkin' at you..." He finally tears his eyes away, looking down at his scuffed Oxfords.

"O-oh." You swallow, looking away nervously.

He shakes his head, glancing up through his bangs. His voice was quiet, as if he was embarrassed to admit what he was thinking. "Ya...Ya look real nice, Mc."

You smile shyly. "You look handsome too, Mammon."

You both meet each others eyes for a moment. He smiles, snatching your arm and putting it around his. He tried his best to make himself look more confident, but you could tell he was still nervous.

"'Course I am. Its only natural that you're smitten with the Great Mammon!" He gives you a flashy grin, getting you to giggle.

Arm and arm, you walk out of the house to make your reservations at Ristorante Six.

[with-love-from-hell]

Vermillion Skies

{part Twenty}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: hurt, comfort, angst, some fluff, 

Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)

Written for F!MC

WC: ~3.3k

Music Accompaniment

TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL PARTS: graphic depictions of sexual assault / rape, gore, and violence.

CW: restrictive eating, depression, dissociation, anxiety, swearing, negative self-talk, self-blame, intrusive thoughts, passive suicidal ideation, references to past sexual violence, jealousy/romantic rivalry, use of misogynistic language

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<

This one is on the shorter side, just because I ran out of steam writing due the issues with pain, but still wanted to upload this week. I summarized quite a bit, in this one to provide context for the next part, which I assure you will be longer! I am hoping to have this shit with my tooth figured out tomorrow- as I have an appointment for a root canal (fingers crossed it fixes the pain). I will try to upload part 21 this weekend too, but if I dont, expect two parts next weekend to make up for it. Thank you all for being patient!!!

You can find any future parts by searching the tag #vermillion skies on my blog!

Read part 19 here

Read the Q&A post for parts 1-9 here!

Read the Q&A post for parts 10-15 here!

The week went by quicker than expected, and primarily without incident. Lucifer ensured your needs were met and that you were utilizing the accommodations that he helped set up, and he checked on your frequently throughout the day. The other brothers did their best to make you feel secure- especially Mammon and Beelzebub. Anywhere you went in the maze of the RAD hallways, they weren’t far. Beel always made sure to keep a few extra snacks on hand for you, ensuring that you would eat throughout the day. Mammon ensured that you were distracted, and got you to feel something other than fear of those around you.  There were a few days that you felt the increasing presence of eyes following you as you moved through the halls of RAD with Barbatos glued to your side, but overall it really did to begin to feel...well...normal. 

The only wrinkle in your journey to normalcy was that the brothers and angels began acting really strange around you. Asmo insisted on taking measurements of your body- even going so far as to shuck out a tape measure and wrap it around you without asking. Though he did feel quite terrible about it and profusely apologized, he told you he needed the measurements for another Model he was designing for. Mammon and Belphie were also spending an unusual amount of time together, and often moved to hide things when you would come into the room. Luke was also over much more than usual, and seemed to be trying out a lot of recipes, often shoving the food into Beelzebub’s mouth when you came in the room. All of their actions began troubling you- almost making it feel like they were purposefully excluding your from their lives. 

Lucifer assured you that it was nothing to worry about, but you couldn’t help the intrusive thoughts worming their way through your head. What if they didn’t want you around anymore? Perhaps you are just a nuisance after all. The brothers would usually drop everything to spend time with you. It may just be you had lost your appeal...

You were just a useless whore, after all. 

Try as you may to push the thoughts away, they only returned more forcefully, making your mood worsen as the days went on. It wasn’t until Friday morning that you really noticed the depressed feelings looming as you woke up to start your day how you normally would- a shower, brushing your teeth, tending to your hair and makeup, getting dressed, a light breakfast, followed by a moment to practice a mindfulness exercise taught to you by Barbatos as you awaited the rest of the brothers to get ready to leave for RAD. Usually, Lucifer would join you in the exercise, and you found comfort in him making an effort to heal with you...but today, he had woken up early, leaving you a note that his and most of his brother’s presence was requested at Diavolo’s castle and that he would not be at RAD until the end of the day. You felt your heart sink as you read the note, realizing that the only one accompanying you on your walk to school today would be Satan. 

You lay in bed, well past the time you needed to wake up, trying (and failing) to hold back the tears as the thoughts of your worth to the brothers turned sour. Despite all they had done for you, your mind had convinced you that they had lost interest in you- that they were only seeing you as damaged and that they had gotten sick of tending to your needs. You felt like the responsibility of tending to you had just been thrown to Satan, and you were fully persuaded that he wanted nothing to do with you. 

Only a few minutes before you and the brothers would have left early for class did a soft knock at the door stir you from your thoughts. You turned away, burying your face under the covers to hide your bloodshot eyes and reddened nose. 

“Mc? Are you in here?” Satan cooed from the doorway as he slowly entered the room, cautious to the fact that you may be changing or getting out of the shower. He was shocked to see you still curled up in bed, figuring perhaps you weren’t feeling well today. But usually you were so diligent in letting them know if you were sick. 

Satan approached the bed slowly, calling to you as he made his way there. You clutched the sheets tighter to your chest, trying your hardest not to produce more tears. As he reached the bed, he gently pressed a hand to your shoulder, producing a small wince from you as you didn’t expect the touch. “Hey- are you alright?” 

You tense, but stay silent. How could you explain to him that you were physically fine, but mentally, all you wanted to do was curl up in a hole and lie there forever? You chewed on the skin of your lip, trying to think of what to say back when the back of his palm pressed against your forehead. The sudden movement made a small whimper escaped from your throat as you winced once more.

“Hmm...you are a bit warm. Are you feeling nauseated?” 

Satan attempted to move the covers away from your face, but your reclusive response surprised him. Not able to think of what else to say, you just nod. 

Satan hummed to himself in response, thinking back to what he had learned about human illnesses in his Human Anatomy and Physiology class. He made a mental note of the things to gather for you, and ensured you that he would return shortly. As he left the room in a hurried, but polite pace- he took out his DDD and texted the party-planning group chat.

Satan: Mc seems to be ill, so I will be skipping class with her. We maybe should consider postponing the ball- I'm not sure if she will be better by this evening.

Luke: After all the work we put into it? 🥺

Mammon: shaddup, Chihuahua. Who cares if the party is canceled? Mc's health matters more than some stupid party.

Luke: I'm not a Chihuahua!! 😡

Beelzebub: Agreed...though I was excited to try those cupcakes...🤤

Lucifer: what? She's ill?? How ill?

Lucifer: Is she okay??

Lucifer: Does she have a fever?

Lucifer: Is she nauseated or fatigued or clammy??

Belphie: Christ, Lucifer. Calm down

Satan: She seems fine- just a little warm and nauseous.

Satan: I think she'll be okay by the time of the party, but I just wanted to make sure you all knew.

Simeon: Solomon, you have some nausea medications that work for humans in the bathroom back at PH, right?

Solomon: Yeah.

Simeon: Good, I will bring them over. Be there soon, Satan.

Satan: 👍

Lucifer: Keep me updated on her condition. I will come home around noon to check on her.

Satan sighed and slid his phone back into his pocket. He took to making you some soothing mint tea and grabbed a few slices of the bread he had made yesterday. Along with a jar of honey and a bottle of water, he placed the items on a tray and carried them back up to your and Lucifer’s room. 

You lay as he had left you, curled into yourself and the thick blankets atop the bed. Though now he noticed something else about you that he didn’t quite notice before. 

Shes...crying?

Satan rushed over to the bed after delicately setting down the tray on the coffee table. He tried again to turn you over to see what was wrong, but the yelp you let out under his touch caused him to reel back in shock. He wasn’t so sure how to interact with you since the procedure, as you had been quite jumpy at the touch of anyone beforehand, but now it was heightened. 

He took in a deep breath before speaking, trying his best to maintain his calm despite the worry at your depressed state. “Mc...What’s wrong?” 

You shudder, the tears falling freely as you couldn’t hold them back anymore. The overwhelming self-loathing and fears of being abandoned by the ones you hold so dear took your all of the energy from you, and you just couldn’t keep them held back anymore. 

After you failed to respond to his inquiry, Satan became more nervous. He pressed a hand to your calf, stroking it gently as your tears continued to fall. “Mc- it’s okay. I...I’m here.” 

You suck in a terse breath and turn your eyes up to meet him. Satan felt his heart break at the sight of your dejected expression. You brushed your hands over your eyes to wipe away stray tears and moved to sit up- the action feeling as if it took three times as much effort as usual. You maintained your silence, pulling your knees up to your barely clothed chest, doing your best to hide as much of yourself with the blankets as possible.

Satan looked at you expectantly, his voice taking on a smooth tone as he spoke to you. “What’s going on with you, Mc? Talk to me.” 

You suck in another breath, your breath stuttering slightly as you began to speak. “Is all of this shit too much?” 

Satan looked at you quizzically. “W-what do you mean?” 

You dropped your gaze. “Am I a burden to all of you?” 

Satan blinked in surprise. “A burden?! Of course not!” 

You looked unconvinced as more tears began to fall. Satan flushed, trying to think of what to say to make you believe his words. he knew it made sense that you felt this way, given all you'd gone through, but it hurt to have you finally acknowledge these feelings out loud.

“Mc, everything that’s happened has been a lot to handle for all of us...” he paused, taking in your trembling lips as he spoke. “But that doesn’t make you a burden. We’re all just glad you’re alive.” 

You sigh, fiddling with the blankets as you hiccup back more tears. “But if it wasn’t for me, you all-” 

“Stop.” 

Satan had moved quickly, holding you by the shoulders before you could react. You stared at him with wide, glossy eyes. His grip was tight, but he ensured not to hurt you as he tried to drive home his words. “Mc, none of this was your fault. We are all living with trauma as a result of that other demons’ actions...and for what we've done. You are not to blame for anything.” 

More tears welled behind your eyelids as you squeezed them shut, feeling the ache in your heart as you tried to convince yourself Satan was telling you the truth. He pulled you into his arms awkwardly, trying his best to be gentle in his movements. Rubbing his hands in circles around your upper back, he soothed your woe. The two of you stayed locked in the embrace while your tears slowed, up until Simeon’s voice broke the tension in the room. 

“Is everything alright?” Simeon approached the bed in a hurry, clearly concerned over your wellbeing. He placed your hand in his, kissing your knuckles gently before running his fingers over them. Satan glared at him as he gave you the tender affection, feeling as if the action was slightly inappropriate. 

You gave him a weak smile, tears sill staining your cheeks. “Yes...I’m feeling a bit better now.” 

Simeon smiled, placing some antacids in your palm. You chewed them up despite not feeling all that ill, but finding it easier than explaining your lie. You spent the rest of the morning resting while Satan read in one of the arm chairs, and Simeon sat in the space next to you, running his hands through your hair. You still felt insecure despite their efforts, the back of your mind clinging to the fact that the other brothers were off doing something fun without you.

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"Lucifer, ya can't leave just yet- we need your help setting up the rest of the decorations!" Mammon whined, seeing Lucifer continuously eyeing the clock. He had been so distracted ever since Satan alerted him of the fact that you weren't feeling well, waiting for the moment he could sprint back to the HOL and lay his fears to rest.

After Satan updated Lucifer on the fact that you feeling unwell was the result of your mental health rather than feeling physically ill, it made the others feel much better. They began working on the preparations for your party harder, ensuring that you would feel adored despite the insecurities that you held onto. Lucifer, however, was not comforted by your mental health being the cause of your inability to function today. He was glad you weren't physically ill, but it didn't relieve the guilt he felt at not noticing your deteriorating mood over the past few days. He wanted to ensure the party went well so you could feel reassured, but he was much more fixated on being at your side in this moment.

He paced around the ladder holding Mammon up, urging him to hurry in hanging the floral arrangements in the ballroom. Lucifer’s anxiety was visibly getting worse the longer it took for his brothers to finish setting everything up, and he cursed Simeon for leaving hurriedly with the promise of antacids. If it weren’t for him leaving first, Lucifer could have been back at home by now, holding you tight in his arms and offering soft words of reassurance. 

“Pardon me, Lucifer.” Barbatos slid in front of his pacing path as he spoke. “If it is really such an urgent matter, you can suggest that Satan and Simeon bring Mc here. That way you wont have to leave your post for too long, and we can all take turns checking in on her. Asmodeus had said he mistakenly left some materials behind this morning, so Simeon can grab them on their way over.” 

Lucifer’s eyes widened with eagerness. “Yes- that’s a perfect idea!”

“How d’ya expect us to hide all this from her until this evenin’?” Mammon slid down off the ladder. “Wasn’t this s’posed to be a surprise?” 

Barbatos nodded. “We can escort her right to the guest room where she and Lucifer will be staying. She wont need to go through the main hall.” 

Before Barbatos was even done speaking, he had already texted the instructions to Simeon and Satan in the group chat, and requested they both retrieve Asmo’s requested items.

Lucifer tried to return his focus to overseeing the decorations, but found himself restless at the idea of being able to see you and ensure for himself you were okay. He demanded that Simeon take over his post when they return, and that Satan begin assisting where ever he is needed so that Lucifer could have a private moment with you. 

Mammon did all that he could to tolerate Lucifer’s distractibility, but was getting increasingly frustrated with having to try to catch his attention numerous times to ask if something looked okay from the floor, or to hand him a few more nails for the décor. He knew that Lucifer was just concerned about you, but the fact that he became this difficult to work with with his anxiety was grating on him. 

“Oi! Lucifer! I told ya 3 times now I need 2 more nails. Ain’t ya listenin?!” Mammon snapped, finally getting the eldest to turn toward him. 

“Oh. My apologies, Mammon.” Lucifer turned to grab some nails from the box, but before he could turn and hand them to the 2nd eldest, the sound of the large castle doors creaking open caught his attention. Lucifer dropped the nails and hurried his way to the foyer, completely abandoning Mammon on the ladder. 

“Oi!” Mammon shouted after him as he left the ball room, the doors slamming shut behind him. Mammon slumped, catching his head on his hands, now wanting to reside himself to continuously going up and down the ladder when he needed something. 

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Lucifer held your hand tightly as you made your way to your assigned guest bedroom. Satan had mumbled something on the way over about another retreat at the castle for the weekend, which was what had the brother’s attention all caught up over the past week. It eased your insecurity to know there was a purpose behind their odd behavior- but you still found it weird that they excluded only you from knowing about the retreat, whereas last time the only individuals who knew up until the last minute was the royals and Lucifer. 

“Is there anything you need, Darling?” Lucifer cooed as he unlocked the door to the boudoir, where you were met with lavish gold and ruby adornments throughout the room. Black silk sheets lined the bed, and a bouquet of white Lilies sat upon the nightstand, their sweet scent filling the air. You were stunned into silence at the sight before you, not even processing the words Lucifer had spoken until you met his expecting eyes. 

Lucifer chuckled at your awe-struck expression. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” 

You shook yourself out of your daze and nodded. “It is...but...why?”

Lucifer cocked his head at you. “Why what?” 

You stumbled over your words, still trying to process the scene before you. “W-why is it set up like this? Aren’t we all just here for a retreat?” 

Lucifer’s face reddened. “Do you think I went overboard with the décor to our bedchamber?”

You felt the guilt return to your chest, nestling deep within the crevices of your heart. “No! It’s really beautiful. I love it- I just didn’t know why you went through all this trouble for me.” 

Lucifer blinked at you- shocked to hear such words fall from your lips. He squeezed your hand tighter and shook his head. “This? This was nothing. Besides, I would go to the ends of the earth for you, my love. Even if this is just a temporary stay, I want you to feel as if you are royalty...Because you are to me.” 

You blushed and turn away, trying to think of something to say in response. You certainly didn’t think yourself deserving of special treatment, but it made you feel good knowing Lucifer had thought so highly of you. The guilt you felt for even assuming he had lost interest in you began nibbling at your innards like a hungry piranha- turning what was supposed to be a moment of sweetness into a bitter flavor as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Mc?” Lucifer called to you, cupping your cheek in his hands. “You look weary. Is everything alright?” 

You blinked back tears that you didn’t realize had been forming. “Uh- yeah. I-I’m fine.” 

He nodded, but was clearly unconvinced by your words. “Now then- is there anything I can get for you?” 

You smiled weakly. “Nothing right now, thank you. I think I just need a moment to rest.” 

Lucifer nodded and walked you over to the bed. Despite your insistence that he didn’t need to be there to tend to you, he tucked you in and snuggled up into bed along side you. He curled his body against yours, spooning you gently in silence. His soft breathing tickling the nape of your neck, and the feeling of his muscular arms wrapped around your waist provided a sense of security that you didn’t realize you needed. You yawned, scooting closer until his chest was flush against your back. Lucifer’s hand found yours and he hummed as he interlaced is fingers with yours, observing how small your hands were in comparison to his own. Within moments, you were fast asleep in the comfort of your lover’s arms. 

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Part 21

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[with-love-from-hell]

Vermillion Skies

{part Nineteen}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: hurt, comfort, angst, some fluff, slight NSFW

Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)

Written for F!MC

WC: ~5.4k

Music Accompaniment

TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL PARTS: graphic depictions of sexual assault / rape, gore, and violence.

CW: catatonia, PTSD, panic attacks, depression, dissociation, anxiety, swearing, negative self-talk, self-blame, intrusive thoughts, passive suicidal ideation, references to past sexual violence,  sexual harassment (e.g. up-skirting), threats of violence, mentions of genetalia, discussions of sex and morality, vague depiction of a wet dream/Masturbation, jealousy/romantic rivalry

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<

You can find any future parts by searching the tag #vermillion skies on my blog!

Read part 18 here

Read the Q&A post for parts 1-9 here!

Read the Q&A post for parts 10-15 here!

Breathe...just breathe...you can do this. 

Your grip around Lucifer’s hand tightens as you approach the large double doors of the main hall to RAD. You had been doing well up until the threatening doors came into view, causing your stomach to churn with anxiety. Most of the demons you and the brothers had passed on the street barely even glanced in your direction- a drastic change for the last time you had been out of the house. While it felt nice to absorb the cool air of the Devildom morning- if you could even call it that with how dark it always was here- you knew that the pleasant feeling wouldn’t last long. 

Lucifer paused as he felt your movements stiffen. He turned to you, giving you a gentle smile before squeezing your hand. “It’s okay. I’ll be right next to you through your first class.” 

You nod, thankful that Lucifer had moved his schedule around so he could be with you in the mornings- sacrificing his lunch break to be with you this morning. You felt bad that he would be running himself ragged with responsibilities given that this was the first time he had spent a more than an hour at RAD in a month, but you were relieved that he wouldn’t be leaving your side just yet. 

You sucked in a deep breath as Beel and Belphie pushed open the doors, holding them for you and the rest of the brothers to walk through. As you walked inside, you were greeted by Barbatos, who accompanied you, Mammon, and Lucifer to your curses and hexes class. Fortunately, you and the brothers had left a half-hour early for classes, so you would ensure you could enter the first class with no anxiety of being stared at among other demons who watched you enter. 

Lucifer sat on one side of you, while Barbatos sat on the other. They had picked a table in the front of the room so you would be free from others turning around to stare at you. Mammon sat at the back of the room, ensuring to keep an eye on you from afar. He’d be dammed if some demon in the back of the class made some snide comment on his watch. 

Lucifer squeezed your hand under the table as Barbatos helped guide your breathing. Their assistance allowed you to make it through the class with ease, though you barely absorbed the lesson on maledictions. As you got up to leave with Barbatos, you found yourself near tears at the thought of leaving Lucifer until the end of the day- the anxiety of being without him mounting slowly. Lucifer had given you the reassurance that you could come to his office during your study hours and spend that time with him in peace. With a deep breath, you reluctantly drop his hand and he watches you and Barbatos disappear out the door. 

Your next class passes by painfully slow. Fortunately for you, it was Art- the class you enjoyed most. Simeon and Satan pulled up their easels next to yours while Barbatos sat behind you, carefully observing the other demons in the class. Simeon was eagerly chattering away with you as you painted the vase of corpse flowers in the center of the room. 

You didn’t mind his talking- it actually grounded you to the room just as well as the breathing techniques Barbatos had taught you. Satan observed your artwork as your brush danced across the canvas. He was impressed by the mundane colors that you managed to make so vibrant on your canvas. You even gained accolade from the professor, who marveled at your artwork over all others in the class. Perhaps Levi’s choice in gifting you watercolor paints was wise, given your skill had greatly improved.

After art class, you had a gap in your schedule for a break. Satan accompanied you and Barbatos to the Library, picking a quiet corner to rest and collect yourself in before your Seductive Speechcraft class. Of your entire class schedule, you loathed this one the most. While you shared it with most of the brothers and it was your last class of the day, it was also the class where seducing othera was the primary focus, and often made you uncomfortable even before the assault. It was a terrible way to start your week, but you couldn’t help that this class fell on your Monday, Wednesday, and Friday schedule. 

Barbatos excused himself briefly to get you something small to eat, given the next class was longer than the others. Mondays were typically your longest day after all, often running late into the evening as you spent the afternoon completing work for your role as ambassador and attending the weekly council meeting.  It would be difficult to get through, but at the very least you could spend the last two hours relaxing on the couch in Lucifer’s school office, and that is what gave you the motivation to continue on through the class. 

As you entered the room, a few of the lower demons glanced in your direction. You felt your face heat up with anxiety, glancing at your feet as you quickly took a spot at the table in the back corner of the room. Soon after you and Barbatos sat down- nibbling on the dried blackened echinacea petals he had grabbed for you- Simeon, Solomon, and Asmodeus entered the room. They made their way to you, taking seats around the other tables near you. 

Simeon ensured to snag the spot next to you, much to Asmodeus’ protest- but he wanted to ensure he got to be your partner for the practice portion of class. Part of it was because he’d assumed you’d be more comfortable, but another, more honest part of him knew it was because it always made his heart melt when you tried to seduce him. It almost felt real- as if your relationship with Lucifer was non-existent, and he was the only object of your affection. 

He watched you carefully throughout class, being mindful of the occasional winces when the professor asked for volunteers from the class to demonstrate a spell. For whatever reason, you were a favorite of the professor, and she often called on you to engage in demonstration. Perhaps part of the reason was that the demons then had an actual human to practice on, but Solomon was in the class as well, and he was rarely selected by the professor. Fortunately, the glares from Barbatos prevented her from looking your direction, and other demons were selected to perform her required tasks. 

When it came time to practice the use of eye contact in seduction, Simeon found you struggled to meet his eyes. With a curl of his finger under your chin, he brought your face up to meet his alluring gaze. It was only now that he realized how far he’d leaned into your face, to the point where your noses were merely inches apart. You swallowed hard, feeling your heartrate increase as he gazed down at you. Something about the way the shine in his turquoise iris danced around with the flickering candle light in the room made your almost entranced, but there was a lingering emotion behind them that you couldn’t quite place. It made you anxious having him stare at you with such intent- something about it causing a pit to form in your stomach. 

It wasn’t until a sudden comment from the professor of how well Simeon had performed the task at hand that you were snapped out of your daze, returning your stare to the floor. You were so enthralled that you hadn’t realized how close Simeon had gotten, and you scooted your chair away so that your legs brushed against Barbatos from under the table. He turned to you, not having noticed the events that had transpired, but was aware of your increase in anxiety. He patted your knee gently before resting his fingers against your wrist, helping you manage your breaths as he monitored your pulse. 

The end of the class couldn’t come soon enough, and you practically sprinted out of the room. You knew this class would be the hardest, but it had been more difficult than you anticipated. All you wanted to do was collapse into Lucifer’s comforting embrace, the ache you felt without him growing to the point where it was nearly unbearable. 

You had been so determined to see your lover that you separated from Barbatos without even realizing it- him losing you in the sea of lower demons that shuffled through the halls. Barbatos panicked, trying to see you amongst the crowd. It didn’t help that you were a particularly small human- your stature amongst the demons clear as they engulfed you in the crowd. He scolded himself internally, telling himself he should have grabbed your wrist before you ran out of the room, but his fear of hurting you was so strong that he avoided the action. 

And now, there was an even bigger threat than a dislocated wrist. And it would be his fault for losing track of you if something were to happen. 

Barbatos snaked his way through the crowd toward Lucifer’s office- knowing that’s where you had more than likely been headed. His eyes darted around as he scanned every face for yours, hoping against all odds that he would find you unscathed.

Fortunately for him, he managed to come across you before anything appeared to have happened. You were paused at the end of the hallway, mere steps away from Lucifer’s office, with a particularly large-statured demon standing before you. He leaned against the wall, a wide toothy grin displayed on his face as he talked to you. Your face looked pale; terror painted all over your expression. You clutched your books to your chest so tightly that he could see your knuckles turning white, even from the fair amount of distance had between the two of you.

Barbatos approached you, ensuring to keep an eye trained on the demon before you as he maneuvered through the crowd. Right as he was only mere steps behind you, he saw another demon bent over behind you. He was far enough away that he was out of sight as your attention remained trained on the demon in front of you. The second menaces' phone was in hand, and from behind Barbatos could see him attempting to take a picture of your privates from under your skirt. His blood heated with rage at the disgusting actions and his tail erupted from his back, gripping the wrist of the second demon. He yanked him away from you and brought him close to his face- to the point where their noses touched. He pulled the phone out of his hand, storing it in his breast pocket- all while maintaining firm eye contact with the depraved individual in his grasp. 

“I suggest you think twice before acting on such impulses again.” Barbatos hissed, his voice taking an unnaturally dark tone. “Or Lucifer will have you regret your choices. That is- unless I don’t get to you first.” 

As he spoke, Barbatos' pupils took on an almost reptilian shape- a warning to the demon in his ever-tightening grasp. Barbatos’ tail secreted a toxin that eased into the demons wrist as he squeezed it, the demon too terrified by Barbatos' threatening demeanor to notice. Once he was released from the butler’s grasp, a dark teal rash began spreading through his wrist and slowly up his arm. The demon gasped in horror, rushing away to find an antidote for the toxins rushing through his veins. 

Barbatos’ attention then turned fully to you. You still stood shakily in front of the first demon, who clearly stood as the distractor while the second stole the disgusting pictures of you- and who knows what else. Barbatos locked eyes with the first demon, his eyelid twitching in annoyance. The first demon’s face sunk even more than it already had- as he was well aware that his plot had been thwarted.

Barbatos placed a hand on your shoulder, nearly causing you to jump out of your skin. You yelped loudly- the sound thankfully drowned out by the sea of chatter amongst the demons that surrounded you- otherwise Lucifer would have surely heard your distress and gone on a rampage. 

“Pardon the interruption,” Barbatos smiled at the demon, but there was intense anger that hid behind it. “But I believe the young mistress will be late for her meeting with the Avatar of Pride. Shall we go, then?” 

You blinked back your shock, regaining control of your breathing from the startling appearance of the butler. While he did scare the shit out of you, you were thankful for his presence and reminded yourself to not wander too far from him again. Being cornered by the demon who’s intentions you could not read was absolutely horrifying for you, and you felt the fear slowly fizzle out as you and Barbatos walked swiftly around the corner toward Lucifer’s office, leaving the demon behind in the hall.

“Mc.” Barbatos murmured into your ear as he guided you to the large black door. His voice was soft, but firm in it’s assertion. “Please do not stray from me like that again. It is far too dangerous.” 

You swallowed hard, nodding at the sentiment. You felt embarrassment rise steadily within you as you understood how much of a risk your actions truly caused.

How stupid are you- really? Were you so oblivious that you think that something like this wouldn’t happen if you wandered off? Not only that, but you put Barbatos in jeopardy due to your ignorance.  Tch. Maybe you’d have been better off being killed by that demon in the first place. It would save all of them so much trouble. 

You swallowed back the sadness and guilt caused by the intrusive thoughts running through your mind. You managed to find peace in the fact that you were entering Lucifer’s office- a good distraction to be had from your thoughts. 

“How was your day, Love?” Lucifer stood and greeted you with a soft kiss on the cheek as you and Barbatos approached his desk. 

You smiled up at him, but there was a sadness behind the gesture. You gave a shrug in response to his question. “It was okay. I’m glad to have a break though- I feel tired.” 

Lucifer nodded, taking your hand and leading you to his desk. You were surprised that he hadn’t brought you to the couch, but you were even more surprised when he swiftly guided you onto his lap. You blinked at him, trying to process his decision in having you so close to him while he worked. Surely you would be a distraction..? 

He chuckled at your confusion and placed another kiss delicately on your forehead. “What? Can’t I express how much I missed your presence?”

You blush, turning your gaze to Barbatos, who smiled at the sight of you and Lucifer’s intimacy. Your cheeks burned hotter as you buried your head into the crook of his neck, but he didn’t miss the sweet smile that played on your lips. 

It was a bold move he made to display affection like this, but he wanted to do more to show how much you still meant to him. Up until now, he had realized he had withheld so much affection from you unless you were distressed, and he wanted to ensure he was keeping up with your needs of affection even when you were doing okay. 

He cradled you with one arm while he worked, drifting his pen across the documents in front of him with ease and making small talk with you and Barbatos while he worked. Other than the sounds of quiet murmuring and his pen scratching across paper, the room remained comfortably quiet. The occasional interruption from a lower demon who had an appointment to discuss their failing grades disrupted the silence, but overall it wasn’t a huge deal. You only ensured to keep your face turned away for fear of judgement from the demons who observed you being held so delicately by your lover

Because of Lucifer’s status in Devildom, he was exempt from taking classes unless the interest to do so struck him- which would on occasion when a subject passed through the council that would only be offered for a limited time.  An occasional refresher course was sometimes nice too, but overall Lucifer took to looking over the students at RAD, providing guidance counseling for those struggling in their grades or for those who wanted to drop or add classes to their schedule. He was also responsible for incoming demons, ensuring they knew the rules and regulations of the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Because of his role, he often times had to spend a lot of time away from you to attend to the demons who needed a reminder of how important their status as a student in Diavolo’s academy was, so it was unusual for you to see his duties from behind the scenes. 

 You nuzzled into his collar, watching him effortlessly scribe as your mind drifted away. Your eyes felt heavy, fluttering open and closed as you tried to stay awake. Lucifer felt your body begin to fall limp, only to be replaced with tension as you forced the sleep away. He smiled, looking down at the adorable sleepy look that decorated your face as you yawned. Lucifer picked you up, gliding over to the couch across from the hearth, in which a roaring fire had been lit long before. Lucifer removed a cashmere throw blanket from a basket near the sofa, along with a plush end pillow after setting your down on the cracking leather. He tucked you in firmly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Unconsciousness fell upon you soon after, and you snuggled into the lingering scent of his cologne that caressed your senses so delicately as you slept. 

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It was a few hours later when Lucifer gently shook you awake out of your peaceful slumber- the first you’ve had in over a week. He mentioned something vaguely about the council meeting, indicating that he wanted to leave you here to rest, but didn’t want to leave without saying something first. You panic, remembering how on the night of your assault, you had been left alone at the HOL. You clasp his forearms, the sleepy fog that surrounded your mind prevented you from getting words out, but he could tell you were distressed at the notion. 

“Mc, it’s alright.” he cooed to you, kneeling down so he was eye-level. “If you want to accompany me, you may. I just wanted to give you the option to rest. You also wouldn’t be alone- Barbatos and Simeon had offered to stay here with you until the end of the meeting.” 

You glanced over at Barbatos, who was seated in the arm chair across from you reading a book. He looked up, giving you a gentle smile before dropping his gaze back down to the page he was reading. Simeon was seated at the small table in the center of Lucifer’s office, typing vigorously away on the keyboard to his laptop. You sucked in your bottom lip, chewing the skin as you thought about what you would rather do. The council meeting would surely be a distraction, but you were still so exhausted and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to offer much with your presence. The day had been absolutely draining, and while you wanted to put your best foot forward in getting back to a sense of normalcy, Lucifer had reminded you that the accommodations offered existed to serve a purpose, and he wanted you to utilize them to prevent you from burning yourself out. 

Lucifer brushed a stray hair away from your eyes, waiting patiently for your reply. After a brief moment, you expressed your preference to rest some more near the cozy hearth. He nodded, cupping your jaw in his hand and giving you a long, but delicate kiss. 

Simeon glanced over at the two of you from the corner of his eye, feeling envy rise up within him at the sight of your lips locked together. His keystrokes became aggressive as he tried to ignore the feeling within his chest. He hated that Lucifer had begun being more public in his displays in affection toward you, because now there were more opportunities for him to flaunt around the fact that you were his. Perhaps Lucifer didn’t intend for that to be the message he was conveying, but to Simeon, that’s all he was able to interpret. 

Lucifer nodded to Simeon and Barbatos before exiting the room, stealing one last glance at you before making his way to the Student Council chambers. He gate had a pep in it that was never before observed by anyone else. Usually, he would try to present such a calloused demeanor, even going so far as to be cold toward you in the halls of RAD. But since your assault, he wanted everyone to know who his heart belonged to- especially given that there was a clear warning behind the softness of his affection toward you. That warning indicated that he would destroy anyone who dared come in between the two of you- that he would rip them to shreds if they even so much as had a passing thought of harming you. 

Before, he saw you as his biggest weakness, and figured that you would be targeted by others should he treat you the way typical couples acted in public. But now he saw you as his strength- the individual who ignited so much passion within him for the things he enjoyed, and saw him for more than his accomplishments. You saw past his abilities and nurtured his flaws- choosing to love him despite them. You forgave his mistakes, and he took a lesson in humility and mercy from you that he had never before seen. Truly, you had given him abilities he had never before had- not even in his days in the Celestial realm. The further strengthening bond between him and his brothers was proof as well. He wanted to show the other demons that, despite the softness he could embody, he was no stranger to ruthlessness. You gave him the ability to be vulnerable- which came with its problems, but overall made his life more meaningful. 

Lucifer sat through the student council meeting drifting in and out thought. He made note of the progress being made on the ball to be held at the castle on Friday, discussing each responsibility held by the brothers. Asmo and Levi would be in charge of dressing you for the affair; Belphie, Solomon, and Mammon would be responsible for Decorations; Satan would be in charge of specific invitations for some of the lower demons; and Beel, Luke, and Barbatos were in charge of catering the event. Lucifer was tasked to ensuring the ball remained a surprise until Friday, and would be supervising the tasks at hand along side Simeon. Otherwise, Lucifer mostly stared off into space, fantasizing about dancing with you at the event as the others talked. 

“Ooo! What if we made the ball themed?!” Asmodeus squealed, overjoyed with the thought of a theme party. “Maybe a costume party? Or- OH! Or maybe a masquerade ball?” 

“A masquerade would be interesting- but that would pose a threat to safety.” Satan shrugged, returning his focus to doodling a cat on the corner of his note pad. 

“How so?” Belphie queried. “I think it would be an okay idea...”

“It would be difficult for us to keep track of who does and does not belong if faces are covered.” Diavolo nodded. “That’s a good observation Satan.” 

“Does there hav‘ta be a theme?” Mammon groaned. “That’s a lot of work for us to decorate in just the right way.” 

“I hope you weren’t just planning on throwing colors together all slapdash.” Asmo narrowed his eyes at the 2nd oldest, his gaze accusatory. 

“Yeah, and Belphie would probably just leave all the color coordinating to him.” Leviathan snickered, poking fun at the youngest for his tendency to half-ass a lot of things. 

“Hey!” Belphie snorted in annoyance. “I wouldn’t flake out on a party for Mc.” 

“Ugh- can you all please stop arguing.” Satan pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Well,” Diavolo mused, entertained by the fact that the brothers were seemingly being more playful again. “It it’s a theme we want, why don’t we focus on something related to her recovery- something like...” 

Beel perked up, an idea springing to his head. He had remained mostly quiet during the meeting, not thinking he would have much to contribute to planning, but the idea was too much for him to sit by on. He eagerly interrupted Diavolo, excited to pose his idea to the prince. “A Phoenix?” 

The room went quiet, all eyes widened and landed on Beelzebub. Even Lucifer’s attention was perked by the suggestion, surprised by the idea coming from Beel’s head. He usually wasn’t one for metaphor- that was much more characteristic of Satan. 

“A party themed with phoenixes...” Diavolo rubbed his chin thoughtfully.  “...Representative of her rising from the ashes after intense pain, and her radiant, fiery beauty...Frankly, I think that’s a splendid idea.” 

“That’s genius Beel!” Asmo shrieked. “Oooh! I already have so many ideas! I will get to designing her dress and makeup immediately!” 

Lucifer felt his heartbeat quicken as the image of you beautifully wrapped in a glowing, feathery dress passed through his head. Flames licked your overly-exposed skin as you danced in the middle of the empty ballroom, the calculating movements of your body sending shivers down his spine. He shook the fantasy away, tucking it in the recesswa of his mind for later. 

He nodded to the others, indicating he was also on board with the idea. The other brothers’ mood picked up as they began exploring ideas for themed decorations and food for the event, finding themselves enthralled by the idea of a phoenix-related theme for the party.

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“Mc, can I ask you something?” Simeon wandered over to where you lay watching the fire. He sat on the floor in front of you, fiddling with the golden charms on his shall. 

“Hmm?” you murmur, glancing at him briefly before turning your gaze back to the fire. 

Before speaking, Simeon’s eyes darted over to Barbatos. He was unconscious, book resting open on his lap. He must have used the opportunity to rest given the fact that Diavolo had been running him ragged with responsibility to ensure your safe return to RAD. Simeon carefully observed the gentle rise and fall of his chest to confirm he was peacefully dozing before turning back to you.

“I was wondering...” he started, unsure of how to broach the subject innocently. “How have things been with you and Lucifer lately?” 

You were slightly taken aback by the question. No one had even bothered asking you much about how you were doing outside of your physical health or when you were experiencing a crisis. You smiled warmly at him, appreciating the small talk that you missed having among the brothers. It was beginning to get to you abit- knowing that all they had been thinking about was your assault.

“It’s been great.” You mused, feeling your face redden as you reflected on how tender Lucifer was toward you. “Wonderful, really.” 

Simeon faked a smile, nodding along to try to hide his disappointment. “I heard you moved in together? Th-that’s a big step, huh?” 

You shrug, your cheeks burning more as you thought about it. “Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I don’t think it would have been good for me to go back to my old room- especially after what had happened.” 

Simeon nodded. “Do you miss it? Your old room, I mean?” 

You ponder the question for a moment, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Sometimes...I guess? It’s been quite an adjustment sharing a bed with someone every single night.” 

Simeone snickered at the comment, trying and failinf to stifle a laugh. “You make it sound like sleeping next to Lucifer is a punishment.” 

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. “No! no...that’s not what I meant!” The guilt you felt at even insinuating there was anything bad about your new living arrangement creeped up within you. 

Did you really have to make it sound so bad? After all he's done for you? 

So ungrateful. 

Simeon noticed your clearly dampened mood and began regretting the petty comment. He brushed a hair away from your face, attempting to comfort you. “Hey- It’s okay. I was just kidding.” 

You sigh, trying to regain control of your breathing. “It’s just hard sometimes. Like- I love sleeping next to him. He’s so affectionate and kind, and he always comforts me after a nightmare...” 

“...But?” Simeon raised an eyebrow.

“But...It can be hard sleeping next to a demon with...you know...” You swallow hard, trying to find the way to describe the discomfort you had felt on occasion with Lucifer’s phallus pressing against you while you slept. “...those parts.”

Simeon nodded, finding it mildly humorous that you felt embarrassed to say the word ‘penis’ in front of him. He could almost laugh at the idea if he didn’t feel so envious of the fact that Lucifer was able to be close enough to you that you would touch in such a way. “That’s understandable. I mean, I can’t blame you for straying away from that type of activity after what you’ve gone through.” 

You gulp and nod in response, but say nothing. You thought about the desire you experienced a few nights prior when Lucifer held you late into the night, long past the time where sleep took over him but you lay awake, terrified to let your eyes close for fear of another nightmare. 

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Lucifer had groaned into your ear in his sleep, the sound of your name rolling sweetly off his tongue. You turned your head to meet his blissfully unconscious face, lips slightly parted as ragged pants passed through them. You found yourself entranced by his beauty in the moment, feeling a slight twinge of desire course through your loins that was only heightened as you felt his member stiffen against your outer thigh. If it weren’t for the anxiety, you would have perhaps been more turned on by the moment- but you instead let it pass...finding an odd sense of comfort and normalcy in Lucifer’s nocturnal emissions.

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Of course, this was something you kept inside. You wouldn’t dare even share the fact that you were aware of the moment with Lucifer himself- let alone others. Besides that fact, you felt shame for the feelings of arousal sparked by his involuntary actions during sleep. You felt it had to be much too soon since your assault to think of anything related to sexual interaction, so the idea of having any desire scared you. Perhaps it was something you would come to terms with in the coming days. 

Simeon observed your silence anxiously at his sentiment. He found himself curious- too much for his own good. Had Lucifer tried anything with you? He pretended to have so much impulse control, but Simeon could see the hunger in his eyes when he stared at you before the assault. Now, he had softened since then- but the fact he would freely display affection to you once more was a sign to Simeon that he had begun to fall back into his own normalcy and he was worried for your wellbeing. After all, he was still a demon. He had the same primal urges of the individual who assaulted you- he was sure of it. Or maybe...that’s just what he told himself to justify the longing he felt to be with you in such a lewd manner, telling himself that an Angel would be the only being able to treat you properly.

Simeon was an angel, after all- and angels weren’t resistant to such desires- though there was firm rules in place of sex in the celestial realm. For an angel to delve into a sexual encounter, the primary focus needed to be on love for the individual, and was intended to be an extremely controlled action. Falling into the sin of lust was strictly forbidden, and it was especially sinister to engage in sexual relationships with any creature that was not angelic...But Simeon would often push away the last stipulation of the rules regarding sex, for fear that his temptations to deflower you would have him cast out. 

You were different though...Somewhere between an angel and a human. At least in his eyes, that’s how he saw you. He needed some justification for the fantasies he was indulging in more and more frequently when he found himself alone in the haunting darkness of his room. The image of your body fitting so perfectly against him spurred him on in those moments, desperate to feel any connection toward you that made him feel special.

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Part 20

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Melancholia

{part Three}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: ~2.7k

Music Accompaniment (Shivering thru Wasteland)

CW:  Minor violence, jealousy, romantic rivalry, possessiveness/incel type behavior, verbal arguing, depression, negative self-talk, passive suicidal thoughts, anxiety, racing thoughts, mentions of spiking drinks. 

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

I think im gonna continue to make most of the melancholia parts a bit shorter (between 2-3k words) so I don't have to stress about writing too much when my workload is causing stress.

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Simeon sighed, trying to evade the royals by going up to his room. Barbatos’ scolding had continued on for what felt like hours. He honestly gave Lucifer a run for his money with how lengthy, pointless, and annoying his lectures were. It could have been summed up with “you weren’t invited to the dinner, and you aren’t allowed to see Mc.” Instead, he had the butler on his heel scolding him for every wrong step since Mc and Lucifer had left for their trip. The lecturing paused for a moment when Barbatos left in a huff to deconstruct the room reserved tonight for the newly engaged couple, only to come back twice as angry after seeing the demolished wreath and wrapped up card on the floor- already knowing the act was clearly Simeon's doing. 

“Simeon, are you even listening to me?” Barbatos snapped, at his wits end with his behavior. He couldn’t believe the sheer audacity he had in his actions tonight...and for the past few weeks, for that matter.

“Heard every word, unfortunately.” He sneered back over his shoulder. “If I wanted my every action criticized, I would have just stayed in the Celestial Realm.” 

“You think this is just a mere critique of a few minor missteps? You caused them so much unnecessary trauma- this is much more of an issue than you think!”

Simeon scoffed, turning to open his bedroom door. “Whatever.” 

“Haven’t you any shame for-” 

“Haven’t you any shame?” Simeon echoed in a high-pitch mocking tone, before attempting to slam the door in Barbatos’ face. 

Barbatos felt his neck heat up under his collar, the anger really getting to him. Try as he might, he was no longer able to contain the frustration he had for the former angel. He stopped the door from slamming with his foot, not even feeling any sort of pain when the wood pinned his foot against the frame with how furious he was. He slammed the door back open, sending Simeon stumbling backwards. 

“Hey! What’s the big ide-AH” Simeon yelped as Barbatos lifted him by the neck and slammed his body into the wall. His eyes were cold and emotionless, but the flicking of his tail showed he was well beyond pissed. Simeon gulped, trying to swallow back his fear against the hold on his neck. Barbatos rarely, if ever, lashed out like this, so he must have really fucked up this time.

“I’ve had just about all I can take of your insolence, Simeon.” He stated flatly, staring intently into the former angel's deep blue irises. “The sheer amount of disrespect you have shown the young master and myself, as well as Lucifer and Mc, has been completely inexcusable. If you will not listen to reason, perhaps there is another way I can drill the consequences of your behavior into your head.” 

Simeon felt Barbatos’ hands squeeze ever-so-slightly tighter around his throat, causing his breaths to falter. Barbatos stood, unmoving, watching the angel gasp for more air. He considered his options, trying to decide whether or not he would give into his urges to give Simeon a piece of his mind through physical violence. 

“What? no come back this time?” Barbatos hissed, residing himself to dropping Simeon to the floor. 

Simeon gasped, finally feeling the crisp evening air fill his lungs to their full capacity. Barbatos let out a tsk, before turning to exit his room. On his way out, the butler turned back to him. “I expect you awake tomorrow morning at 7:30am sharp. You will be packing your things and returning to Purgatory Hall.” 

Simeon’s eyes widened, anxiety beginning to ripple through his body. “Wh...what?”

“I have no intention on repeating myself.” Barbatos paused, glancing down to the floor. “If you have no intention on following the basic rules we have set for you, then you will no longer be allotted the security of the royal castle as you adjust to Devildom.” 

“No! You can’t!” Simeon blurted out in a panic, scrambling to his feet and stumbling toward where Barbatos stood. “You can’t just toss me out like that!” 

Barbatos whipped around to face him, leaning into the former angels face with eyes of pure disdain. His voice came out as a nefariously soft hiss. “You are in no position to tell me, nor the young master, what we can or cannot do. We gave you enough grace as it is- and to have you demand more is an insult to the royal name. You had your chance to live peacefully, and you decided not to. The choice you made has sealed your fate here, Simeon. I suggest you let that marinate in that thick skull of yours.” 

Without another word, he spun on his heel and paced quickly down the hall, a few little Ds joining his stride the further down the hall he walked. He disappeared down the stairs, leaving Simeon alone with his thoughts.

Simeon stood frozen, the events that had transpired throughout the day racing through his head. His heart thrummed aggressively against his chest as he tried to process the whole of it, finding himself sinking deeper into a hole the more he thought about it. He sunk in on himself, slowly leaning his back against the door and sliding down to the ground. His weeping was more reserved, only now realizing how much he really did mess up. Not only did he lose Mc, he had lost Luke, Michael, the other angels, the brothers, and now the royals. The only ally that stood in his corner was Solomon, and even thenhe was sure his loyalty was limited.

...And perhaps he was to blame for all of it.

How pitiful he must look, crying into is arms at gravity of his own stupid mistakes. But he truly believed he was more than deserving of this heartache.

It would be better if you were dead. 

The thought came to the forefront of his mind, and he found himself fixating on it for a moment. At first, he tried to challenge it- to tell himself that the thought meant nothing...but after he continued to hear the words repeat themselves tens of times over in his head, he began to believe them. 

Maybe it would be better. 

Simeon sighed, tears slipping down his cheeks in waves- wiped away, only to be replenished anew. Why did the royals even bother to save him from the grips of death after he had fallen? It would have made everyone's lives easier if he would have perished...or at least, thats what he convinced himself. He held himself in as tight of a grip as he could muster, knowing this was the only support he had. 

He longed to be held by Mc, with whispered reassurance that things would be okay while he rested his head on theirs. Or to be sat down for a dozen, extravagant, freshly-baked cupcakes and a warm cup of tea with Luke, chatting away about weekend plans. Or to be able to go home to his other angel brothers, having them all greet him with hugs and pecks on the cheek, giving him a warm reminder of that familial bond they once shared. But he had none of it, and all he could do was think about how empty he felt without those things.

But...perhaps it would be better off this way. if he was alone, he couldn't hurt the ones he cared about.

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“Mc, are you feeling alright?” Lucifer took your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face to look you over. Your eyes were sunken and your skin was a bit clammy, making him worry you were falling ill. “You appear abit feverish.”

You push his hand away gently, turning away and trying to reassure him, hiding the discomfort that had been festering for the entire 4-hour ride in the car. “I’m fine. It's just...uh- It was just a long ride here...and I’m tired.” 

Lucifer looks unconvinced as he finishes setting the travel bags down in the entry way to the small beach hut. He rests his arms around your hips, staring deeply into your eyes. “It does you no good being dishonest, Mc. You know I can see right through you.” 

With a resided sigh, you settle yourself on the edge of the bed and turn your gaze downcast. Lucifer sits beside you, taking your hands delicately in his. He brushes his thumb over your knuckles for a moment, savoring their smoothness. After a moment, you decide to speak.

“I am just...really conflicted.” You sigh once more, briefly looking up into his shimmering ruby eyes. “Seeing Simeon was just so...sudden. Why didn’t you tell me he was here? That he was alive?” 

Lucifer visibly tensed at your question. “I...I didn’t realize he was living freely with the royals. I thought Simeon was living in a separate area of Devildom. Though, I suppose it’s my own fault that I didn’t know. The minute they brought him up I demanded they not speak his name to me after all he’s done.” 

"I get that...but..." you bite your lip, turning your gaze away. "I was really worried about him...about everything. You shouldn't have hid that from me."

Lucifer sighs, squeezing your hands tighter. "I know...I know. However, I didn't want you getting near him if you knew he was here, after everything that has happened."

You nod, pausing a moment to chew on his words. “I know you’re upset with him-”

“That truly is an understatement, Mc.” Lucifer flashes you a irritated look.

“...okay...yes. You're more than upset. But...” You trail off, not knowing what to say to him about how you felt. You wanted to clear the air and set boundaries with Simeon now that you know he’s alive, and you believed you could resume your friendship...Though, you also know that Lucifer would be hard to convince given all that has transpired.

Lucifer raises an eyebrow at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze in anticipation of what you were about to say. “But..?”

You suck in a deep breath. “Avoiding him wont make any of this go away. Despite everything, he’s still my friend, and I care about him. I know you don’t want to hear me say that, but it’s true. I want a chance to talk with him about everything and get some closure. He's not a bad person, he just-” 

Lucifer sighed loudly in frustration, interrupting the rest of your thought. He dropped your hands and got up to pace around the room, trying to calm the anger and hurt brewing in his heart. “Mc...why? Why do you insist on trying to stay friends with someone who merely sees you as a prize to be won and not an autonomous individual? What about this situation do you not understand?!”

You wrap your arms around yourself, trying not to burst into tears in the terse tone Lucifer was taking with you. He always tried so hard to be gentle, and it was clear this was striking a huge nerve within him. You thought maybe he was jealous at how Simeon acted around you, and that he very clearly had a crush on you. As you continue to ponder the thought more as he snaps back at you, it becomes more plausible. 

He turns on his heel, staring down at you with stern eyes. The words came out loud and intense, and he waved his hands around as he spoke, causing you to flinch. “Were the intentions not apparent in his behavior tonight!? This was no modest attempt at rekindling friendship- it was all in an attempt to swoon you! He’s just trying to seduce you to win over your affection- to ruin our relationship- and it pains me to see you so oblivious to his ruse! Open your God dammed eyes, Mc!” 

He eyes you for a moment as he takes a minute to breathe. As he notices your timid demeanor, he begins to regret the way in which he spoke to you. He ran a hand though his hair in frustration, trying to figure out what to say next.

Your voice was meek as you finally gave your response. “Luci...are you afraid that he’ll somehow steal my love from you..?” 

Lucifer freezes, his eyes widening slightly at your words. As you look up at him, he turns away, his cheeks reddened with shame. “No! ...Well, not really...I mean-” 

As he stumbles over his response, you begin to feel a deep gnawing pain in your heart. You begin to question if his upset was only in envy, and he feared that you would cheat on him. 

Did he really have that little confidence in your relationship- even after proposing? 

Your voice begins to shake and you look away, the sadness you felt finally coming right through. “D-Do you not trust me?” 

Lucifer snapped his gaze over to you. His chest ached at the way the words squeaked past your lips in such a depressingly defeated tone. As the tears begin to slip past your eyelids, he rushes toward you. He hated being the cause of your sorrow, and cursed himself for not being able to watch his temper. He drops to one knee before your body, pulling you into a tight embrace. 

Lucifer didn’t want to admit that part of his frustration with Simeon was fear that you would fall for the former angel instead, even though you had never given Lucifer any indication you would ever stray from his love. And even if you were to make that decision, he knew it wouldn’t be right to stop you. You were an adult- a competent one at that- and you had a right to make your own decisions.

But...a bigger part of his fear was that Simeon would do something so stupidly desperate, like giving you an aphrodisiac without your knowledge or taking you from him by force, and causing you more hurt in the long run. He didn’t want him to have the opportunity to hurt you, and the idea of him being alone with you to 'talk' sent eaves of alarm through his body. Lucifer sighs, squeezing you a bit tighter and brushing his hand over your upper back gently.  

“Mc...it’s not that I don’t trust you.” He murmurs into your hair before pulling away to look into your eyes. “It’s that I don’t trust him.” 

You look at him quizzically as you wipe the tears from your cheeks. You didn't quite understanding what he meant. 

Lucifer sighs, residing himself to swallowing his pride to give you a better explanation. “I fear that he may hurt you, or try to force your hand in leaving me. I do trust you- more than anyone in the three realms. I would not have given you control over me with our pact if I didn’t. Nor would I have been so vulnerable in offering you my heart. But I...I...” 

Lucifer trails off, feeling his own chest tightening when the memory of the night of the ball floods back into his mind. Simeon was so volatile, so violent...even towards you. The image of your body being thrown back aggressively into the pillar flashes in front of his mind, and he remembers the fear in his heart as you slowly blinked out of your daze. For a moment, he had been afraid Simeon had killed you, and he had no idea what he would have done with himself if that were to have happened. 

You squeeze his back, feeling your heart wracked with guilt at even assuming Lucifer didn’t value you or your relationship enough to wholly trust rely on your devotion to him. 

He nuzzles into your hair and squeezes you back in response. his voice was barely audible, so much so that you almost thought you imagined it. “I don’t want to ever fear having to lose you again, Mc. It’s happened too much for one lifetime.” 

You both stay locked in an embrace for awhile as the artificial sun sets outside the large Bay windows. The wind creates a soft howl, enveloping you in the familiar sense of a cool summer night. the conversation definitely wasn't over, but for now, you would put it to rest.

[with-love-from-hell]

Detach

Genre: hurt/comfort

Written for my Mc, Storm (her name and she/her pronouns used)

Cw: emotional abuse, gaslighting, poor body image, negative self-talk, swearing, eating disorder mention.

Wc: ~2k

A/N: Writing this self-indulgent fic with my Mc Storm bc I've had a shitty weekend with tons of reminders of stuff from my dad and wanted a write/read something about Lucifer providing comfort. If you enjoy Mc insert writings, cool then I hope you enjoy. If not, thats cool too. Just let me do my thing.

Strom sighs, poking at the food on her plate absent-mindedly as her father continues his endless ranting. He has been talking non-stop for the past half hour, reminding her of all the things he's supposedly done for her in her life. As he has done a million times before, he willfully misconstrues the events of her childhood to make her look like the villain and him like an amazing hero who was hated for no reason.

"-and don't you remember all of the times I gave you money for your schooling?" He scolds loudly, catching the attention of other restaurant patrons.

You mean the $100 you gave me once for text books during my freshman year or college? She sighs, resigning herself to a nod despite her fathers financial contribution to her life being minimal at best, despite his ever-growing wealth. Not even mentioning the fact that any money needed for a car repair or emergency hospital stay was held over her head like she was a burden- but oh, now he says he would go to the ends of the earth to give her anything she needs. Apparently she has remembered it all wrong all this time, based on how he depicts himself so generously.

Storm grits her teeth through the rest of dinner as the ranting only gets worse. There was a commentary on her appearance and how she needs to lose weight and "take better care of herself," as well as complaints of how she didn't call often enough for his tastes. He wasn't a bad father (according to him) after all, so why wouldn't she call?

The end of this stupid formality couldn't come soon enough. The only reason she kept in contact with the bastard was to remain in the will, hoping to finally gain access to her mothers former belongings after her dad's death. Frankly, he has been living much too long for her taste, despite smoking two packs per day and frequently drinking like a monster.

She felt tears prick the back of her eyes as she re-entered the portal back to the HOL- on that barbatos was kind enough to help her learn to manifest in order to maintain some life in the human world. As she approached the front doors, the tears began falling freely, her fathers words still reverberating through her head. A deep sense of guilt welled up in her chest. Perhaps she did remember all of those things wrong...maybe she was just being too sensitive...maybe the problem was she truly wasn't good enough for anyone- in every sense of the term.

She moved through the house silently, ignoring the brother's individual greetings as she passed them by. The behavior was very abnormal for her. Storm was always so genuinely kind, and would never hesitate to return a greeting, even in the most dour of moods. Mammon and Beelzebub were especially concerned, being as she was always mindful of giving them extra attention during their greetings. They followed her to her bedroom, but were shocked when she turned them away with some vague mention of being too tired to hang out and shutting the door in their faces.

Now they were really worried. They knew Storm tended to isolate when she was studying for an important exam, but she never completely shut them out before. They knew going to Lucifer would be their best bet- as no matter how stressed out she was, Storm always made time for the Eldest brother.

Though their admiration for eachother was worn transparently, Storm and Lucifer hadn't yet come to terms with the fact that they truly did want to be together. Whether the reason was the species difference, the issue of mortality, or just the fact that he was too prideful, Lucifer hadn't really made a move, despite Storm's shy advances, in addition to more than one genuine kiss shared between the two. Regardless, he offered a sense of support and stability for her- a safe person to lean on when things were bleak.

She had told him her woes on more than one occasion, particularly in relation to her dad. Lucifer encouraged her to sever ties on more than one occasion, figuring her mental health would be better for it. It wasn't until realizing the reason behind her continued relationship that he backed the suggestion off of her, but he always kept a close eye on her during times where she had to interact with him...and today was no exception.

As Mammon and Beel pounded on office door, Lucifer was already just finishing up his work. He figured Storm would be home soon, but was surprised to see she had come back a bit early from her birthday dinner with her father. Based on the expressions of the two demons when he opened the door, Lucifer expected the worst.

He immediately dropped what he was doing and hurried to her room in a brisk, yet polite pace. Upon trying the handle on her door and finding it locked, Lucifer knocked gently on the door. No response.

He grew more worried the longer he stood outside awaiting her answer to the door. He knocked again, trying desperately to maintain his calm. He leaned into the door to listen in, hearing the shower running from her bathroom. He sighed in relief, knowing that she often used the shower for stress relief. He sent a text to Storm, saying he would be entering her room, before unlocking the door with his master key and letting himself in.

Lucifer shut the door quietly behind him before making his way her bathroom door, which was left slightly ajar. He knocked on the frame, hearing the soft patters of water hitting tile as he nudged the door open slightly.

"Storm?" He called out, now hearing the soft sounds of crying coming from within. Upon entering, he was faced with Storm sitting against the wall of the shower, only half dressed in an oversized shirt gifted to her from Beel and her underwear.

Lucifer felt sympathy well within him at the sight of her curled into herself and crying. Her long, fiery hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her cheeks were puffy, red, and stained with tears. He approached, calling out once more to catch her attention. She winced as he called her name, clutching herself tighter and hiding her head away as Lucifer sat down next to her on the tile floor.

"Storm...what happened?" He cooed. He daped one of his large arms over her shoulder and squeezed gently. "What has he done this time?"

She chews on the inside of her cheek, debating how to respond. Storm decides not to say anything in response, only shrugs. It felt a bit uncomfortable telling Lucifer everything. Despite him having known her father was abusive, he didn't know many specific details- like the fact that his constant scrutiny of her appearance lead her to an eating disorder, for instance.

Lucifer nods, gently pulling Storm a small distance closer into his side. He delicately rubbed her shoulders as her crying ceases. He knew Storm to generally be pretty quiet, unless she was going on about a particular interest that she had especially adored. While he often did enjoy her silent company, this silence was more tense than relaxing. He thought for a moment of what he could say, but he obviously wasn't going to pry if she didn't want to talk about what happened.

As he was lot in thought, the sound of a low growl echoed through the bathroom. Lucifer furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, before turning his attention back to Storm. She appeared to not notice. Upon hearing the noise again, Lucifer deduced it was coming from her stomach.

"Storm, didn't you eat?" He leaned his head down, trying to look into her eyes. She looked away, wiping mucus and tears away from her face with her sleeve. "I thought you went out to dinner with him?"

Storm's body stiffens as she tries to hold back more tears, the comments on her weight and the food she had ordered at the restaurant by her father circling to the forefront of her mind. Her lips tremble as she tries to hold back tears, only pointing in the direction of her sachel that was dropped on the floor a few feet away.

Lucifer hooks the bag with his foot and drags it closer. Upon looking inside, he saw a take out box that was filled to the brim with what he assumed to be her dinner. His heart sank upon realizing Storm hadn't eaten at all, and suspicions run through his head as to why.

But he shakes them away, setting the Styrofoam clamshell on the floor and returning his focus to Storm. "Why didn't you eat? You must be hungry- after all you did skip breakfast today- and lunch- despite my protests."

Storm shakes her head, feeling tears slither down her cheeks once more. "Don't...don't you think I need to refrain from eating so much though?"

Lucifer was taken aback by her comment. "What? Why would I think such a thing?"

She shrugs, hugging herself by the waist. She was painfully aware of how her belly looked in this position, and tried her best to hide it from him. "I dunno. It seems like I just weigh too much. Thats all."

Lucifer furrowed his brow. "I'm not sure i quite understand what you mean."

She glances up at him, eyes still glossy from tears. "Well...I mean...if I'm too overweight, that's bad."

Lucifer sighs, becoming frustrated with Storms vague speech. He collects himself first before poking further into the meaning behind her words. "Why would that be bad?"

She chews her lip for a moment, before replying in a mousey tone. "Well...I'm not going to be attractive enough, and you know...im 26, and he's really been hounding me about marriage and grandchildren, and-"

Lucifer hushes her, his voice holding a tone of disbelief as he finally understands what she is saying. "Your father wants you to starve yourself so you can find a mate??"

She nods sheepishly. "Yeah...A good one at least."

Lucifer sighs, effortlessly pulling Storm into his lap. She squeaks in surprise, but shockingly doesn't fight it. Usually when Lucifer tries to urge her closer, she anxiously backs away...so this is a newer change of pace.

He brushes a strand of hair back from her eyes, staring deeply into her hypnotic icey-blue irises. "Storm...you do not need to do such things to your body to get someone to find you attractive."

She tries to turn her head away, but he catches it in his palm, gently guiding her gaze back up to his. "You're beautiful the way you are, both inside and out. Just because some foolish human can't see that doesn't mean you're unworthy of love."

She looks away from his eyes for a moment. "But even the men I've dated in the past have said similar things."

Lucifer scoffs. "Are you suggesting those idiots really knew what it means to observe something beautiful? Frankly, it sounds like they took that piece of you forgranted. Some humans are completely void of intelligence it would seem."

Storm furrows her brow and meets his gaze once more. Lucifer feels his heart flutter in his chest, his pride urging him not to express how he truly feels, but his love for the Human woman held so delicately in his arms overpowered his sin.

"You are beautiful, Storm." He whispers, leaning in closer to her face so that their foreheads nearly touch. "I...I think you're the most beautiful specimen I've ever had the pleasure of knowing."

She blushes, turning her head away. Lucifer chuckles, hooking his finger underneath her jawline and turning her head back toward him.

"I'm not sure why I haven't told you before, but I suppose late is better than never, hmm?" He smiles warmly, closing the small gap between. Lucifer places a kiss gently on her lips, savoring their softness for. Moment before pulling away.

Storm blinks her eyes back open, and the two stare at each other for a moment. Storm's heart beat so fast it felt as if it may burst, and Lucifers seemed to stop, as if anticipating Storm's next move.

After a long moment of silence, Lucifer lifted Storm and carried her back to her bedroom. "What do you say we go out to a better dinner- as a date. Would that take your mind off of things?"

Storm gave a weak, but genuine smile at the prospect of going to dinner with the man she adored in a not-so-secret manner. He smiled back, feeling his heart flutter once more. He would do everything in his power to help her forget that old fool- even for just a few hours. Maybe someday he'd give the bastard a piece of his mind, but for now all his focus would be on making sure Storm felt special, as she deserved.

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God writing this already makes me feel so much better. I hope you enjoy it but again this was mostly for me, haha.

[with-love-from-hell]

The Flashback

Genre:  hurt/comfort, angst

Written for my Mc, Storm (her name and she/her pronouns used)

Cw: depictions associated with past sexual violence/rape, allusion to past physical abuse, flashbacks, panic attacks, catatonia, C-PTSD, self-harm (severe scratching) and  mentions of blood. Not polished.

Wc: ~2k

A/N: Doing another self indulgent fic with Lucifer because I can! Especially with the intrusive memories I've had lately, I felt as if this one is definitely needed for my wellbeing. This fic takes place before she begins dating Lucifer, a few weeks after Belphie is released from the attic and the brothers are trying to rekindle relations with him. 

Levi meant well.

She knew he did.

For someone with sexual trauma, Storm had almost a compulsive need to check through media to avoid triggering material. Though, in the devildom...this was easier said than done. There wasn't websites or apps like "does the dog die" here, so many movies and shows she went into blind, just hoping that there wouldn't be something graphic. Thus far, the usual recommendations by the brothers were free of this type of stuff, with a few exceptions that teetered on the line. Ultimately, Storm was able to grit her teeth through those parts, and successfully stave away the pain that reliving her experience brought.

Until today- when Levi's selected anime for “Family Movie Night” (well, minus the eldest- who had instead opted out to get some work done in his study)  had much darker themes. Its not like it was his fault. He didn't know...none of the brothers did at this point. Storm's relationships with them were much too new and she feared being vulnerable with them. Besides, what use would there be telling a demon about her trauma? At this point she still wasn't sure how hell worked...surely there were murderers and rapists here too, living amongst her. She pushed the thought away...she didn't like thinking about that sort of thing.

She tried her best to bear through the graphic torture scene. The memories began to flood back just as the primary torture ended and the show went back to another plot point. She breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. Just when she thought it was safe to relax, the anime flashed to a graphic rape scene with little to no warning.

All storm could do was stare in horror at the scene unfolding, the characters seemingly shifting to an ex-boyfriend and her- an incident that happened shortly before she was teleported here. Her breathing became labored and tears welled behind her eyes as she became trapped in an inescapable flashback to the past torture she faced. The screams of the character being assaulted rang deafeningly loud through her head, causing a wave of nausea to ripple through her stomach. Mammon was the first to notice something was wrong. He was practically on top of her lap, as usual. So it was only natural that he noticed immediately when she began to shake violently.

She wasn't sure if it would better if no one had noticed.

“Oi, Storm...What’s gotten into ya?” Mammon scrunched his face in concern, leaning down to try to look her in the eyes as she finally ripped her gaze away from the screen. The damage was already done though. 

The others in the room turned to look at her, each immediately taking on a look of concern. One by one they all bombarded her with attempts at helping her, only managing to make the experience worse. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Do you need anything? I can go grab you some water if you want.” 

“Stormy, here. You can have my pillow.” 

“Try taking some deep breaths.” 

“Ooh, you look like you need a hug. Come here, dear!”

“Asmo, stop you’re makin’ it worse.”

Storms condition only worsened as the words bombarded at her by 6 of the brothers mixed with the horrific memories. She began to hyperventilate, struggling to get any breath in among the now crowded atmosphere the brothers had unintentionally created. The more they tried to help, the worse it got. It wasn’t until she was screaming at them to get away- now being unable to distinguish what was real from what was a distant, distorted memory. 

The 6 younger brothers panicked, unsure of what to do as she finally managed to gain some control over her body. Storm bolted out of the circle they created around her, wailing relentlessly as she tried to find an escape. Unfortunately, she found herself lost in the maze of the House, as she was too engrossed in her memories to find her way back to her room. Storm knocked over everything in her wake and slamming into various walls and doors as she tried to navigate the winding halls. She found herself coming to a stop in the library, falling to the floor shortly after entering the room. 

The energy she expelled fleeing the media room took everything out of her, especially with the scars on her back screaming from the memories of the trauma she had faced. The ringing in her ears continued reverberating through her head, causing the rest of her senses to dull to her surroundings. Storm was completely enveloped in the memories- unable to find even a meager means to ground herself back to reality. Her cries were desperate as she gripped her skin, trying as hard as she can to bring herself back. 

Lucifer had heard the distant commotion through the halls from his private study. He had figured it was his brothers arguing over something stupid and decided to pay no mind to it. But he was only able to ignore it for a brief moment until he heard the cries of the human exchange student just outside his study door. Lucifer rose to his feet and quickly made his way out the door in alarm to see the cause of her woe.

Lucifer paused immediately upon seeing Storm in the middle of the floor, tearing into the skin of her arms with her nails. Her whimpers echoed throughout the room, creating a symphony of ache to his ears. He approached her quickly, trying desperately to get her to release the grips her fingers had on her forearm. 

She tried to release herself from his grasp, writhing desperately against his firm grip. He tried to talk some sense into her, but it was as if she couldn’t hear him. When she finally began sobbing and begging him not to rape her, Lucifer’s heart collapsed into his stomach.  

“My dear Storm...what happened to you?” Lucifer murmured in a volume just barely above a whisper as she pulled back hard against his hold. He let her go for fear that she would dislocate her arm, but ensured she wouldn’t run out of the room by blocking the exit. She slid her body back to the furthest corner of the room away from Lucifer, continuing the scratching at her arms. 

Lucifer paused for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. His brothers approached from the hall but he stopped them, ordering them to stay put to prevent further harm from coming to her. He slowly closed the doors and began approaching where she was seated carefully. He stopped when she began to press her body against the bookshelf further, understanding this was as close as she would let him go. 

“Storm, can you hear me?” He cooed softly, sitting across the floor from her cross-legged in order to get on her level. When she refused to give him a response, he spoke again. “I will not harm you, I promise.” 

She slowly maneuvers her hands to the fabric, tracing the fur on the collar with her fingers. Something about the soft material calms her down slightly. The tension in her shoulders visibly lets up, and her breathing becomes slightly less ragged. Lucifer reaches out to her gently, offering for her to take his hans. He doesn’t say a word, only watches as she looks at him for a moment. After what seemed to Lucifer like an eternity, she takes it. 

Storm eyed him suspiciously for a brief moment before returning her gaze to the floor. He took the opportunity to scoot a bit closer. Lucifer takes off his coat and folds it in his lap as he moves, taking in her movements as he did. He manages to get close enough to reach out to her, but he doesn’t touch her. Instead, he gently sets his coat in her lap and leans back, continuing to survey her movements. 

She allows him to help her to her feet, guiding her gently to his office where he sits her down on the sofa. The fire in the hearth crackles and spits, providing both warmth and a grounding sound for her to focus on as she clutches Lucfier’s coat to her chest. He texts his group chat with his brothers, asking one of them to leave some first-aid materials outside his study door while he watches over her, ensuring she isn’t going to hurt herself further that she already had. The deep gashes caused by her nails were already bleeding profusely onto the dark cashmere coat, but that’s nothing a few stain-removing spells couldn’t fix. For now, his focus was on her and keeping her safe from herself. 

Once gathering the materials from his brothers, Lucifer sits on the coffee table across from Storm. His movements continue to be slow and calculated, as if he was trying not to scare a frightened bunny. Still, she watched him closely, taking in each movement he made with such intensity. If he moved too quickly, she winced, as if afraid he would be moving to hurt her. He continued to reassure that she was safe, and he harbored no ill will toward her as he worked to bandage her arms. 

After a moment of tense silence between the two of them, Lucifer finally spoke. “Storm...are you able to tell me about what happened to get you to act in such a manner?” 

Storm shifted her body nervously, still not totally rid of the memories that plagued her mind, despite the fact that she had calmed down significantly. She feared that any small thing could trigger another episode, and she wanted to avoid that at all costs. 

Lucifer reached out his hand to her, setting it gently on her knee. She tensed a bit at first, and then released as his hand didn’t trail any farther along her leg. “You don’t have to go into detail, but I would like it if we could avoid whatever happened to make you feel so deathly horrified of others around you.” 

She sighed, clutching the cloak tighter to her body. Lucifer gave her knee a reassuring squeeze as she began to give a vague description of the events leading up to her experience of a vivid flashback. Lucifer provided reassurance when she began seizing up once more that he was here, and that she didn’t need to provide any details of her own experiences should she choose not to. 

Despite only vague allusions to her own past, Lucifer had put enough pieces together to understand she had been violated by someone in the past- or multiple “someones”- and that seeing the events in the film chosen by Levi produced such a response. In turn, his brother’s over-eager manner in which they tried to provide comfort only worsened the experience, causing her senses to become overloaded and made grounding herself back from the scene more difficult. 

Lucifer made a detailed mental note to put every piece of media for “Family Night” up for vetting before allowing the media to be consumed, and encouraged them all to be cognizant of subject matter within the media they consume on their own time from here forward. He also made a silent promise to learn more about human trauma, and perhaps provide a sensitivity training of sorts to his brothers and the royals. With his plan in place, Storm felt reassured that a future incident would be prevented. However, it still didn’t ease the throbbing pain in her forearms or the exhaustion she felt after experiencing such a harrowing trigger. 

Lucifer turned on a soothing record and gestured for her to lye down on the couch. He covered her with his coat, enveloping her totally in his scent. He sifted his nimble fingers through her hair as she rested her head on his thigh, taking long, deep breaths to try to steady her still restless nerves. Perhaps another day would come where they could talk more about her experiences, but for now, the details didn’t matter. All Lucifer knew was that she needed someone to be there, and he was able to do that. The overwhelming feeling to protect the fragile human woman was overwhelming...and he found himself wondering if this path was right for him to stray down. Though...something about this moment felt right- as if a final piece of a puzzle had been settled into place. His heart burned for her, though she wouldn’t know it. He wasn’t sure if she ever would...but right now, he savored the way Storm involuntarily nuzzled into him further, breathing a content sigh as she eased into his touch. 

Who would have thought a human like her would stir up these feelings within him. 

[with-love-from-hell]

Vermillion Skies

{part Twenty-Four}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)

Written for F!MC

Music Accompaniment

WC: ~6.3k

TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL PARTS: graphic depictions of sexual assault / rape, gore, and violence.

CW: Mentions of ch. 23′s NSFW content & suggestive language, graphic depictions of physical violence, blood, gore, body horror, possessiveness, second-hand embarrassment, swearing, jealousy, romantic rivalry, mild gaslighting/manipulation, verbal altercation, restraining, accusations of sexuak assault, depictions associated with past rape and sexual violence, alcohol use / intoxication

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<

Just a reminder, that the Q&A will be going live before the finale! I am still accepting questions related to it for the next few days. Also, the depiction of Michael in here is just how I headcanon he looks- if there’s any official art you can disregard my descriptions. Expect the finale to be out sometime next week! (Also enjoy another inconsistent release haha). Also there's lots of typos in this one that I've tried to fix but tumblr is being a butt so sorry for that!

You can find any future parts by searching the tag #vermillion skies on my blog! I have added it to all parts!

Read part 23 here

Read the Q&A post for parts 1-9 here!

Read the Q&A post for parts 10-15 here!

Read the Q&A post for parts 15-24 here!

Lucifer breathed deeply, watching contently as your body rises and falls on top of him as the air cycled through his lungs. Your head was placed just above his heart, and your hands rested delicately on his hips as you slept. You seemed so peaceful in this moment, with such a delicate smile plastered on your lips. He had been laying with you post coitus for over an hour, though sleep had taken over you quickly. At first, Lucifer was worried that you expelled too much energy during your lovemaking, rendering you fatigued...but as he watched you sleep, he saw no signs of exhaustion like he had in the recent weeks. 

A smile crept across his lips as he continued running his hands through your hair. Your words of adoration for him continuously ran through his head, causing him to feel warm and bubbly all over. The feeling of your bodies touching in such a vulnerable way, a sign that you trusted him so wholly- was intoxicating. If he could, he would bask in the afterglow forever with you, but he knew that the others would probably come looking for you shortly if he didn’t give them an explanation for your sudden absence. 

He carefully maneuvered your body off of his, being extra cautious not to wake you. He laid your head down on the pillow, lingering his fingers on your cheek for a moment. He brushed over the outline of your jaw before placing a gentle kiss on your temple, whispering words of love in your ear. After a fleeting moment where he contently observed the beauty encompassed by your nude form and the evidence of your intimacy, he tucked you in under the silken duvet. 

 While he thought you’d maybe like to return to the party, a decent bit of sleep could do you some good. Besides, you had spent so long mingling, you were probably tired of putting on a face for the acquaintances in attendance, and having to be overly formal with everyone. Lucifer crept quietly about the room, cleaning himself off as best he could before dressing back in his suit. He tried desperately to make it seem like nothing had taken place, mostly so Asmodeus wouldn’t be able to chastise him for what you’d both been up to- but also because he didn’t want any accusing stares from anyone else...namely Simeon. 

Lucifer had been eyeing the Angel all night, seeing him watch you both while he thought neither of you were paying attention. Something about the way he was looking at you made his chest burn with anger- as if he was undressing you with his eyes. And after what Satan had told him about Simeon’s behavior toward you when Lucifer was absent, he was convinced the Angel was seeking an opportunity to do something...what though, he wasn’t quite sure. 

He sighed fighting a mixture of jealousy and fear within his heart as he fixed his hair in the mirror. He knew Simeon liked you...Well, anyone with eyes could see that- except you apparently...And why wouldn’t he? You were wonderful. If Lucifer and his other brothers had fallen for you, it made sense to him whenever anyone else did too. But given the way Simeon was acting, it was as if your love hadn’t been procured by the first born at all, and that infuriated him. And while he didn’t blame you for entertaining it- given you clearly didn’t know of Simeon’s motives- it still caused a fire to burn inside him. The small hand kisses, the hugs that lasted a little too long, and the tender looks given to you should be reserved for him, and him alone. 

Lucifer sighed, shaking the thoughts from his head. There was no need for jealousy. You loved him; you chose him...and he needed to remember that. After a few deep breaths, he was calm again- thinking of your gentle touch and the way you looked at him- and only him- amongst a see of demons fighting for your attention. The anger reducing techniques he had been using were truly paying off in managing his emotions, and he had you to thank for that. 

After fixing himself to the point where he figured he’d be inconspicuous, Lucifer quietly made his way out of the room, being extra careful not to wake you. He paused in the hall, feeling a lingering density in the air that he couldn’t quite place. Something about it felt very unsettling. Lucifer stole a glance back at you, whispering a protection spell over the room before closing the door silently and making his way down the spiral staircase. 

The dense discomfort only grew stronger as he finally reached the bottom of the stairs. While there was still music coming from the ballroom, he was shocked to not hear any distinct chatter amongst the guests like when he left, with the exception of  what sounded like distant arguing. As he turned and entered the room, he was greeted with all of the guests circled around a small group of individuals near the bar. He could see Diavolo, Solomon, and Luke seemingly cornering another individual, but he couldn’t quite see who it was. 

Lucifer cocked his head curiously as he watched Luke run off toward the kitchen, tears streaming down his cheeks. He began approaching as Mammon stormed over to the group, pushing Solomon out of the way and seemingly yelling at the other individual who he had seemingly knocked to the ground.

“Oi! What the hell is your problem? That boy’s been nothin but good to ya, and ya treat him like that? Get ahold of yourself!” 

Lucifer sighed and rolled his eyes upon hearing Mammon yelling, creating an even bigger scene as the guests began to murmur amongst themselves. He was annoyed that anyone would choose to start problems on such an important day- one with so many observants. 

“Bold words comin’ from an unlovable fool.” 

Lucifer’s nose twitched in anger. Who in their right mind would dare say such a thing to his brother? As he got closer, he could see Simeon collapsed on the ground, a smirk playing on his lips as Mammon struggled to maintain composure. Lucifer felt his heart leap into his throat, realizing the angel was the source of the problem.

“Ya really think you will win over Mc like this? She’d probably spit on ya if she saw how you were treatin’ her family.”

As Simeon scrambled to his feet and pushed Mammon hard, Lucifer’s eyes widened. Lucifer felt intense anger at the fact Simeon thought to lay a single finger on any member of his family after what happened to you. His blood boiled as Mammon stumbled backwards with the force the angel came at him with. 

“Keep her name out your mouth, scumbag!”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists, having experienced quite enough of this nonsense. He had sufficient information now to realize Simeon was the cause of the halt in the celebration, and he was furious that only being gone for an hour and a half had caused such problems. Though, he was simultaneously glad you weren’t here to bear witness to a fight amongst those you cared so deeply about. After all, this was supposed to be about you, and celebrating your recovery- not anything else. He pushed through the crowd as Beelzebub tried to separate the two from each other, though the rage brewing between them could be felt for miles. 

“I think that’s quite enough!” Lucifer’s deep voice reverberated through the ballroom with an intensity that nearly made the walls quake. The remaining few patrons standing by and gawking were now scrambling to exit his path.

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You awoke to find Lucifer had left you alone, but this time you weren’t concerned. You stretched, reaching your arms up toward the canopy of the bed before flopping them back down. You felt well rested- the first time in weeks that you could truly say that. Figuring Lucifer had just gone back down to the party, you decide to get up and run yourself a bath. As you make your way to the bathroom, you feel the ground tremble below you. At first you weren’t sure if you were hallucinating, and shrugged it off. But after a second, more violent tremor in the ground, you grew worried about what was happening. 

You quickly throw on your underwear and tie one of the silk thigh-length robes around your torso before making your way down the spiral stairs. You begin to feel your heart race as you approach the ballroom, hearing intense thrashing and the sounds of yelling. Before you could enter though, you hear a knocking sound against the window next to you. 

You jump, frightened by the sound initially, but then you make out what appears to be...Mammon. You open push open the part of the window meant to let breezes into the hall, helping Mammon wriggle through. As you yank him through the remaining way, you lose your balance and he topples over you, pinning you to the ground. 

He immediately scans you for injuries before pulling you up into his arms, taking you the opposite way of the ballroom without saying a word. His expression looks panicked, and you could see twigs and leaves sticking out of various places in his hair and clothes. 

“Mammon! Hey!” You squeal. “Stop- let me down!” 

Mammon pauses, looking at you with a puzzled expression. You furrow your brow back at him, indicating you were confused. He sighs, shaking his head before pressing onward. 

“Hey- I-” You yell pushing on his chest in an attempt to get out of his arms, but he only clutches you tighter and increases his speed. You sigh, residing yourself to using your pact. “Put me down, now!” 

Mammon suddenly halts, hissing as his arms shakily release you so you are put on your feet. He stares at you, bewildered that you would do such a thing despite what was happening in the ballroom. “Mc, have ya lost your mind?!” 

You blink a few times before throwing your hands up in exasperation. “Mammon, what the hell are you talking about? What’s going on?!” 

Suddenly, Mammon realizes you had no knowledge of what was transpiring behind him. Before he could speak, you hear an intense scream, followed by the sounds of furniture crashing. Your heart leaps to your throat as you glance between Mammon and the end of the hall behind him. 

“What...what’s going on?” Your voice was quieter and more panicked. The scream had sounded like Simeon, but you couldn't be sure. You begin to speed walk back toward the ballroom, but are yanked back by the arm roughly. 

“Ow! What the- Mammon!” You snap, your eyes meeting his with intense concern behind them, though you are taken aback by the terrified expression held on Mammon’s face. “Please...tell me what’s going on.” 

Mammon opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. You sigh, pulling yourself out of his grasp and running toward the ballroom. Based on his reaction, and the plethora of unsettling sounds you had heard, you expected the worst. What you didn’t expect to see though, was Lucifer being strangled by Simeon- or, who you assumed to be Simeon...he looked much different than before you left the party. His wings were nearly all bone and membrane, the feathers only remaining in inconsistent splotches along either wing. Antlers curled back around his head, and his usually well-kept fingernails were now jagged claws. He had sharp fangs, similar to that of a demons. 

You shouted to him, catching the attention of everyone in the room, who were almost not convinced you were there. You ran to Simeon, trying to pull his arms away from Lucifer’s neck- only to be faced with a deep, guttural growl. Suddenly, you were thrown through the air, finally put to rest by a pillar. Your head slammed against the marble hard, causing your vision to turn white for a moment and your ears began to ring. You weren’t sure how long you were dazed for, but when you could see again, you met stare of the gaunt-looking Angel- who you now realized was an angel no more. 

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Simeon felt his nose twitch up in disgust as Lucifer angrily approached him and Mammon. The anger he had been feeling toward...well...everyone, was steadily rising in his chest as the first borne glanced briefly at him with vexation worn transparently on his face. Simeon scoffed at him, earning a raised eyebrow as he made the decision to speak his mind- a decision that Diavolo knew he would come to regret. 

“Oh, well if it isn’t Mr. High n’ Mighty himself.” Simeon spat, abandoning Mammon and instead posturing toward the eldest brother. “So nice of you to finally join us after defiling Mc’s body for your own venereal needs.” 

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks, his lips parted in an expression of shock as he snapped his attention toward Simeon. A slew of shocked gasps rang out amongst the crowd, including from the Demon Lord himself. 

Simeon snickered, seeing his words clearly had an impact as Lucifer stared blankly at him. He had the upper hand now, and he wasn’t about to give it up. He had been dying to have an instance of power over the eldest brother; the individual who had dictated every single one of his movements as your care was navigated...and he had enough of it. 

“What? You don’t like me pointin’ out the fact that you violated her? Frankly, I think e’ryone deserves to know that’s what you did.” Simeon crossed his arms, tilting his head at the eldest in a way that indicated he wouldn’t be letting him out from under his thumb any time soon. 

Lucifer snarled, letting his fangs show to the angel as a warning. He tried to regain his composure despite the fact that the guests were audibly discussing the fact that he had made love to you- but their perceptions were that he had done something to you, rather than with you. “You have no right sharing information on our private affairs.”

Simeon laughed loudly, overexaggerating the action by leaning forward and slapping his thigh. “Seriously? You think that’s a viable thing to say after what the other demon did to her? You could have been forcing her tado unspeakable things, how would we have known? I was doin’ your family a service to check on her wellbeing.” 

The murmurs amongst the crowd got louder, the other demons beginning to question Lucifer’s display of “care” for you as a way to keep you caged in a relationship with him. He felt the rage building within him at the words being exchanged behind his back, fighting the urge to wring Simeon’s neck for suggesting he would have even so much as thought about doing something against your will. Lucifer stayed silent, clenching his jaw as he stared Simeon down. He tried to conjure pleasant images of you; to breathe deeply like he practiced. the last thing he wanted was an all-out brawl at the party in your honor. 

Simeon shook his head, a frown returning to his features as he got right in Lucifer’s face. “You think you have so much control, but I know better. I’ve seen you lose it. You’ve scared her with your anger and you let it take over for the stupidest reasons...and I know how you nearly killed your own brother, let alone two of the other exchange students as a result of all of your instability-” 

Color drained from Lucifer’s face as Simeon continued, jabbing a finger into the center of his chest and snarling at him. “Besides, how do you expect us to believe you wouldn’t hurt her? Need I remind you of the time you almost killed her yourself? The fact that she even thought about dating someone like you after that fact is-” 

“Shut your fucking mouth.” Lucifer hissed, throwing Simeon’s hand off of his chest. He took a few steps toward him, causing Simeon to be backed completely against the bar. His breathing was ragged and his fists were clenched to the point were blood was drawn from his nails digging into palms. His body shook with rage as he fought back his demon form, which threatened to burst at any second. The murmurs behind him swirled around his head, hearing the uncertainty among the partygoers of his treatment towards you and his family, hearing them ponder if he really did just assault you tonight and discussing the newly-discovered facts that had been laid out by Simeon- namely that he had attempted to kill you in the past. 

Simeon smirked back at Lucifer, knowing any display of anger would only go in his favor. Maybe ruining Lucifer’s reputation would be enough to satiate the burning pain in his heart. His next words were spoken with intent, trying to hurt Lucifer emotionally as best he could. “After all you’ve put her through, and pressuring her stay in a place where she’s in constant danger of everyone around her- including yourself- you still think you deserve her.” 

Lucifer felt tears sting the back of his eyes but he pushed them down, turning away from Simeon to face the crowd who anxiously awaited his response. He knew he didn’t deserve you, deep down. After all he had put you through, how terribly he treated you during your first few months in Devildom- he sometimes wondered himself if you chose him out of fear of what he would do if you said no. But it was nights like tonight- when you pulled him away from something just to spend time with him- that he was reminded your decision was a conscious one. Lucifer closed his eyes and took a deep breath, doing his best to stop his voice from shaking as he basked in the warmth the thoughts of you brought him. “You’re right.” 

Simeon’s smirk fell, not expecting an agreement to be his response. He fully expected the Avatar of pride to somehow justify his actions, or explain them away, or even to become violent and prove his point...and yet he didn’t combat anything that Simeon said. Simeon felt his blood begin to boil at the fact that Lucifer’s anger seemed to just...disappear. 

“I don’t deserve her at all-” Lucifer tilted his head back toward Simeon, his eyes glossy and a small smile on his lips. “and yet she chose me anyway. Despite everything I’ve done, and over the plethora of other suitors who would beg for even a spare second of her time...She chose me.” 

 Simeon began to shake, rage building in his chest. He clenched the bar, his knuckles whitening as the first born began walking out of the ballroom. Lucifer found arguing with the drunken angel was useless, so he would just return to you and relax for the rest of the night, figuring the others could deal with a mess for once instead of him. But for Simeon, Lucifer’s nonchalant response to his attempts at hurting him only made him more angry. 

Time seemed to slow down as Simeon felt his temples burn again, the migraine from before split his head. Unbeknownst to him, small horns began pushing their way through the skin on his cranium. They were only protruding out of his skull about an inch or two, but were noticeable none the less. but blood gushed from the wounds they created, leaking down his forehead and clouding his vision in a vermillion haze. He screamed through the pain, causing the guests to begin panicking. 

Simeon’s wings unfurled from his back violently, along with a large amount of blood that splattered the patrons as they extended. Pieces of membrane and  skin hung off the radial bone and dripped from the fresh wound in his back where the wings sprouted. While they were shaped the same, something looked...wrong about them. While many of the wings remained primarily white, they looked as if they had been splattered with tar and blood. Many spaces of his wings were missing large patches of feathers, and the moist bone, muscles, and tendon were exposed under the ruptured membrane that was supposed to be covering them. Thick black feathers swirled around him as he shuddered with rage. Simeon’s nails elongated, twisting his fingers in unnatural ways as they turned into claws. He fell to his knees and as his back arched forward, the muscles spasming beneath his shuddering wings as he wailed. Fangs began extending out from his teeth, blood caking his mouth as they pushed outward from his gums. Each shriek resulted in splatters of blood joining the piles of half-black feathers on the floor. His eyes sharpened, the blue irises shuddering as his pupils turned reptilian and his sclera turned red from the blood rushing everywhere in his body. 

Luke ran into the room from the kitchen, Barbatos and little Ds in tow. Before Barbatos could shield him from the sight of his fallen brother, the small angel let out a hair-raising scream at the sight Simeon’s transformation. The rest of the crowd spouted out gasps and shrieks in horror upon seeing what appeared to be the angel’s demon form finally slipping loose. None of them had ever seen an Angel fall in front of their eyes before, many retreating outside the castle for fear of what the former angel was going to do. They assumed that if he was as volatile as the rest of the brothers, and as strong, the castle may be reduced to shambles. Others remained frozen, unsure what to do for the former angel now or how to respond.

Lucifer whipped around as he heard Luke scream, turning just in time to lock eyes with Simeon before he charged forward. Simeon displayed a speed that Lucifer had never observed from him, even during the celestial war. Lucifer managed to dart out his path as his own demon form manifested, but just in time. He lost his footing and fell into a set of tables and chairs, wine glasses and plates being shattering underneath him. Simeon skidded on the floor after missing his target, but quickly regained stability and lurched forward once again, this time plowing into Lucifer as he tried to rise to his feet.

Lucifer hissed and scrunched his eyes shut as his head slammed into the marble floor, feeling trickles of blood seep down his neck. Upon opening them, he was met with Simeon’s distorted face nearly inches away from his own. The blood from his ever-growing antlers plopped down onto Lucifer’s cheek as Simeon’s chest heaved. Lucifer blinked, trying to comprehend how Simeon had been so corrupted to the point of falling

Snapping out of their daze, The other 6 brothers ran to Lucifer’s aid. Mammon pulled back on Simeon’s wings, causing him to screech. The newly forming wings were sensitive, the pulling caused the membrane to fling off the radialie bones and splatter all over the tables as Simeon thrashed. The force of the wings beating made Mammon quickly lose his grip, and the large bone of the left wing slammed right into his chest, sending him sailing out one of the stained glass windows. Before the others could even come within 3 feet of of the fallen angel, he incoherently babbled an incantation and a shockwave rippled through the room, sending the others flying backwards, crashing into various objects. The other guests continued to flee, fear evident in their movements as they scattered toward any potential exit. 

Lucifer used his brother’s distractions as an opportunity to push Simeon off of him. He didn’t want to fight him, but Simeon was clearly more powerful now than he’d ever been...and if it came down to protecting You, Diavolo, or his other brothers, Lucifer wouldn’t hesitate to completely immobilize him. 

The two locked eyes for a moment before charging at one another, Meeting each other in a vice grip as black feathers whipped around the room. They each threw a few punches and attempted to slash at the other, but each defended or dodged the blows. They finally threw each other apart, circling the dance floor as they waited for the other to make a move.

They were stalemated at this moment, and Lucifer was frankly shocked that Simeon’s power matched his own after just falling. Lucifer knew the demon transformation process was agonizing, and took a long time to complete. He wasn’t sure how he was able to maintain such strength through the pain- but reasoned it could be the numbing effects of the alcohol. An aura of wrath, envy, and pride, and a feeling Lucifer recognized, but couldn’t quite place radiated around the former angel. He tried to reason that Simeon would likely embody one of his brothers sins after falling, but the combination of 3 plus the unknown component to the aura confused him. Regardless, the sight of Simeon in front of him was truly terrifying, and little would usually scare the eldest brother of sin. He found his mind wandering to if you were safe up in the spire.

Lucifer barely managed to brace himself as Simeon charged at him once more into him. He felt his claws dig into his forearm as Lucifer shielded his face from the attack. His shoulder strained and threaten to dislocate as Simeon pushed back on his arm. 

Luke continued wailing relentlessly into Barbatos’ side, the butler using one arm to protect the small angel and the other to hold back Diavolo from putting himself in danger. While Lucifer was clearly not using his full strength, it worried the prince that Simeon seemed to be so powerful. The other brothers were also taken aback by Simeon’s strength, and realized that they weren’t sure if even their combined powers would be enough to stop him. Pulses of energy discharged off of Simeon’s body, causing anyone who came near him to try to aid the eldest to be launched backwards. They were truly helpless, watching the struggle from afar and dodging debris from the fight. 

Lucifer wasn’t sure what Simeon’s intentions were, but right now- based on the look in his eyes- he assumed the former angel wanted to kill him. Finally residing himself to his fate, he released his full power. Lucifer’s eyes sharpened as he gripped Simeon and threw him off. Deep cuts were left in his forearm from Simeon’s jagged and unkempt claws, blood oozing out and dripping onto the floor. Lucifer shed his frock coat to offer a better range of movement, and carefully maneuvered toward Simeon, who was already on his feet. 

Simeon moved quickly, his movements almost too fast for Lucifer to process. The sound of the collision of Simeon’s fist upper cutting Lucifer’s jaw made the remaining audience shudder. Lucifer groaned as he fell to the floor, feeling his jaw click back in place as he rubbed it. He narrowed his eyes as Simeon attempted to roundhouse kick him, but his leg was caught by the eldest easily and he was thrown to the floor, giving Lucifer a moment to collect himself. 

Lucifer wasn't sure how lucid Simeon was until he heard him laugh. The former angel easily picked himself back up off the floor as he approached Lucifer once more. Simeon began speaking to him as the two circled each other once more, his voice oddly distorted from the blood sill leaking from his gums.  

“All this time, I admired her from afar. If I realized how low her standards were, I would have swooped in and took her hand from under you ages ago.” he spat blood as he talked, his teeth shimmering red under the high lights in the castle. 

Lucifer’s eye twitched in annoyance. “What makes you so sure she would reciprocate those emotions?” 

Simeon growled rushing at Lucifer in anger. In one fell swoop, Lucifer kicked Simeon's leg out from under him, grabbing him by the neck and flipping him onto his back before he hit the ground. 

"You know what? I don't think you really care why Mc chose me." Lucifer sneered. "I think you're just hurt that she chose someone else over you."

Simeon hissed, his nose twitching as he wriggled under Lucifer's hold.

"And you know what? I don't really think she'd be all that fond of you seeing your weird possessive behavior." He continued, pressing harder on his neck. "If she knew you were listening in on our intimacy tonight, I think she'd be disgusted with your behavior.” 

Simeon swallowed hard, before wheezing his retort. "I only did it for her safety."

"Did you? Because if you were really concerned I was hurting her you would have tried to interrupt. But instead you just sat behind the door and listened." Simeon's face flushed, and he looked away as Lucifer spoke. "You know what I think? I think your obsession with her has driven you to depravity."

Simeon snapped his gaze back at Lucifer and snarled, finding the strength to kick him off. He scrambled to his feet, needing an outlet for his rage. He threw a table clear across the ballroom, his chest heaving with the force of his anger.

Lucifer rose to his feet, clutching his back where shards of glass from the various broke wine glasses had crashed to the floor. The stinging pain caused him to hiss, blood stained his dress shirt, the stain growing with each attempt at movement. "You think I haven't seen the way you look at her? I wouldn’t be surprised if you were eavesdropping to try to get yourself off."

Simeon roared and charged forward, only to run straight into another set of tables as Lucifer quickly ducked out of the way.

"You really take advantage of the fact that she's oblivious to your advances." He scoffed, shaking his head. "If she knew the things you’ve done...the way you’ve treated the ones she cares about...she'd shut you down immediately."

Simeon howled in anger and lunged toward Lucifer again, this time managing to make contact as he slammed him against the wall. His chest heaved as the anger flooded out of every pore in his body. His wings continuing to loose feathers until they were nothing but a bones and membrane. He slammed Lucifer's head back again...and again...squeezing his neck in between blows as he stared into his eyes. Someone yelled in the distance, but he ignored it, squeezing Lucifer’s neck tighter until he was barely able to gasp for air. It wasn't until two gentle hands pulled back on him that he turned his rage-filled attention away from the first born.

He withdrew one arm from Lucifer and swung it backwards, knocking whoever had tried to stop him backwards at least ten feet. The yelp that resounded from their throat made Simeon’s heart jump into his throat. He whipped around, dropping Lucifer to the floor in a panic. You had hit a pillar as you were thrown across the room, the marble cracking underneath the force you hit it with. Your head spun, blood trickling down your forehead as you tried to pick yourself shakily up off the ground. Satan and Beelzebub were immediately at your side, assessing the injury as Simeon stayed frozen in horror at what he had done. When you finally caught his gaze, he saw the intense fear in your eyes as you looked at him. 

He tried to take a few steps toward you, but was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and wrestled to the floor, a boney knee digging into his back. He whimpered, the physical pain he felt from the transition starting to finally hit him. At first, he figured Lucifer was the one subduing him, but he watched as the eldest staggered past him, collapsing on the ground next to you. He took your face gently in his hands, checking you for signs of a concussion- seemingly ignoring the fact that his own hair was dampened with his own blood. Simeon watched as Lucifer pulled you into his chest and shielded you with his wings, his eyes showing an intense fury as he glared at Simeon. 

Simeon squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before turning his head to the broken glass on the floor next to him. He gasped when he saw his reflection in the crystal, seeing long antler-like horns curling out of his head and extending backwards. He could also see the fangs coated in blood, and his reptilian-like eyes gawking back at him from the reflection. His face looked gaunt, and his tattered suit and nearly featherless wings matched that aesthetic. He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes as he snapped his panicked gaze toward Lucifer, finally realizing what had become of him.

A familiar set of legs appeared in front of him, blocking his line of sight. The white and gold boots were caked in a mixture of blood, scraps of food, membrane, and feathers. As Simeon looked up to meet the eyes of his superior, he knew that he would finally be facing judgement for his corruption. 

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“Are you alright, Darling?” Lucifer cooed as he helped you to your feet. His wings continued to block your vision of what was happening, though you could hear an unfamiliar angry voice chastising Simeon as he pleaded for Mercy. Your vision spun slightly and you stumbled a bit, finding it difficult to stay on your feat as a result of the blow to the head. 

He sighed, doing his best to try to stabilize you. He stole another glance back toward Simeon, still feeling rage at the fact that he dared to lay a hand on you, but also feeling a strange sense of pity for the newly fallen Angel. Something about the way he looked gave Lucifer a pit in his stomach, again feeling an aura that he couldn’t quite place. For now though, he didn’t care. He just wanted to ensure your safety. 

You glance over to the royals and Luke, who stood next to the unfamiliar man. He was about as tall as Diavolo, wearing a mostly white and gold military-looking uniform. He had straw-like blonde hair that came down to his shoulders, some of it tied back in a loose pony tail. He had three sets of white puffy wings and a shimmering halo over his head, so you could reasonably assume he was an angel. When he turned his head briefly to look toward you, you noticed he was wearing thin glasses. His irises were dark brown, and a glint of resentment could be seen flashing in them as he glared at you. Lucifer held you tighter to his chest, shielding you away once more with his wings. 

You looked up to him, seeing his nose shuddering as he tried to hold back a snarl. Clearly he knew the man, and your only assumption at this point in time was that he was the famed Michael you had heard so much about, but you were only driving off of context clues from those around you. 

Another individual who you assumed to be an angel had Simeon pinned to the floor. He glared at you as you passed him by, but Lucifer quickly hurried you along so you didn’t have time to observe much of him. He himself had a pair of white wings, but his uniform was much more barren in nature, and consisted of hues of green, black, and blue. His greyish bangs shielded most of his eyes, but you could catch a glimpse of the dark blue irises before you rounded the corner to return to the bedchamber. 

The walk up the stairs was mostly silent. Lucifer lifted you to the best of his abilities, given he was also injured, but you could tell he was near collapsing when you reached the top of the stairs. You tried to ask him questions about the other angels you saw, but Lucifer only hushed you, noting that you would discuss the matters later. He appeared to be unhappy with you, and you felt anxiety rising at the idea that you somehow did something wrong. 

Once you finally reached the bedroom, he collapsed on the bed, pulling you down with him. Lucifer breathed deeply, a wheeze passing by his lips as he exhaled as a result of the injury to his throat. you traced your fingers along his neck, feeling an ache in your heart at the way Simeon had ruthlessly tried to kill him.

Lucifer clutched your hand, bringing it to a rest over his heart. You stared into each others eyes for a moment, until you felt tears slowly begin to trail down your cheeks. You pressed your throbbing head to Lucifer’s chest, weeping quietly as he held you. He whispered words of reassurance, reminding you that things would be okay...but you couldn’t help the helpless feeling in your chest when you thought about the fate of the angel you once called a friend. 

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FINALE

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Vermillion Skies

{part Eighteen}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: hurt, comfort, angst, some fluff

Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)

Written for F!MC

WC: ~5.5k

Music Accompaniment

TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL PARTS: graphic depictions of sexual assault / rape, gore, and violence.

CW: catatonia, PTSD, panic attacks, depression, dissociation, anxiety, swearing, negative self-talk, self-blame, intrusive thoughts, graphic depictions of torture, graphic depictions of violence, blood/gore, references to past sexual violence, graphic descriptions of threats of violence and sexual assault, mentions of genitalia, use of misogynistic language, mentions of virginity

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<

You can find any future parts by searching the tag #vermillion skies on my blog!

Read part 17 here

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Read the Q&A post for parts 10-15 here!

“I’m sure it will be fine as long as she has someone by her side at all times.” Diavolo reassured. “You just have to trust she can handle it.” 

Lucifer sighed in frustration. “But what if she can’t handle it, Diavolo?” 

Diavolo met Lucifer’s concerned stare, the deep fear he had for how you would respond to returning to RAD tomorrow sat uneasy within the eldest brother. It was hard to believe that it had already been 5 weeks since the initial assault that caused such a large headache for everyone, but especially you and Lucifer. Diavolo considered extending your leave of absence, but your insistence to both him and Lucifer that you wanted things to go back to normal again resulted in upholding the same guidelines for your treatment as initially proposed by Simeon. 

Lucifer bounced his leg, anxiously awaiting a reply, but Diavolo met his retort with prolonged silence. After a moment, she gritted his teeth and broke the silence. “My lord, I know Mc has been able to see stark improvements over just the last week alone, and has been shown to be quite resilient over her whole recovery. There's no doubt in my mind she could try to muscle through her discomfort...But you don’t see what I do behind closed doors. The nightmares have only worsened, and despite her increasing presence in other areas in the house without an intense reaction, she has seemed to be pulling herself away consciously from everyone. The absentmindedness and loose association to reality during her waking hours that has partially been influenced by her dysfunctional sleep has only worsened throughout her recovery.” 

Diavolo raised an eyebrow at Lucifer’s assertion. “Loose associations with reality...hmm...What do you mean by that?”

“I believe he is referring to the concept of dissociation.” Barbatos interjected. "It often occurs in humans after trauma- its marked by the individual feeling a staunch disconnection from their body, or from time or the world around them."

Lucifer nodded. “Precisely. She can physically be somewhere, but there’s a distance in her eyes that says she’s not mentally there. She's also been losing track of time and misplacing things. There also seems to be gaps in her memory throughout the day."

“Hmm...I see.” Diavolo stroked his chin, pondering his concerns. “While that is concerning, This is more or less a trial period for her to see if she’s read to return to RAD at all. She will be working at a significantly reduced capacity and has accommodations in place for classes where she can leave whenever she feels the need. And as I have already mentioned, Lucifer- she will have someone with her at all times, between Barbatos’ company, and the amount of classes she shares with Simeon, Mammon, Luke, and Solomon.” 

He visibly  grimaced at the sound of Solomon’s name. “That doesn’t replace the fact that there are risks. Need I remind you of the threats?”

Diavolo shook his head. “You needn’t- I have already given both you and your brothers permission to deal with those individuals as you see fit. The rumors have ceased for the most part too, given my public announcement at RAD last week about the consequences. Besides, Barbatos will be serving as her escort for the next 3 weeks as she adjusts, and will neutralize any identified threats. I believe you may be underestimating Mc’s capabilities because of your own anxieties.” 

Lucifer flushed and turned away. Perhaps Diavolo was right, but he still wasn’t so sure. You were still so vulnerable, and he wanted to ensure you were truly ready to return to RAD; he didn’t want to just drop you into a sea of sharks without the appropriate safety nets in place. 

“Lucifer,” Barbatos murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder. “If she truly isn’t ready, we wont know unless we try. We can’t keep her isolated forever. You have to trust in her.” 

Lucifer sighed, nodding slowly in agreement. “I know...I know.” 

“Then it’s decided.” Diavolo folded his hands on his desk; the look of concern he held was replaced with a mischievous grin. “Now, on to the other topic at hand.” 

Barbatos matched his expression, but tried to contain the excitement. “Ah, yes. I shall go retrieve the items necessary for this conversation.” 

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, glancing uncertainly between the two royals. Hadn’t Diavolo only requested this meeting to discuss the plan for your return to classes?

Diavolo leaned forward, his voice holding a barely subdued tone of joy that Lucifer hadn’t heard in ages. “We are planning a ball in Mc’s honor- Both to celebrate her recovery, and to mark two years since she's come into our lives.”

Lucifer blinked back his surprise. Had it really only been two years? At this point he felt like he’d known you an entire millennia, and the love he felt for you matched that. 

Diavolo let out a hearty laugh at Lucifer’s inability to form words to express his thoughts of the plan. “Well- it has actually been more than two years. But it’s never to late to celebrate such a wonderful relationship, is it?” 

“Besides.” Barbatos mused as he set down the documents in his hand. “We are looking for some excuse to bring some positivity into her life. That source of stimuli has been lacking as of late.” 

Lucifer nodded, picking up the documents and reviewing them. He smiled at the plans detailed so thoroughly by Simeon, Barbatos, and Diavolo for the party in your honor. After taking in the information on the page, he glanced up at the two royals, who looked at him expectantly. 

“Well, we should probably begin putting these things into motion after my other obligations today.” Lucifer smirked, excited for the surprise they had in store for you. 

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“I thought ya said they’d be here by now!” Mammon whispered sternly. They had been waiting outside Hocus Pocus for over an hour now, and he was starting to get annoyed by the fact that Agares and Raum were supposed to have been meeting up at this location to discuss their plan of action in hurting you. 

Leviathan had intercepted their direct messages on their DDDs. How he did so, they had no idea- but Leviathan was a wiz when it came to technology, and with a little help from Satan’s spellcasting, he was given a direct window into their conversation about you, and how they knew you would soon be returning to RAD. To his unfortunate realization, they had been planning an attack on you upon your arrival to the class you shared with them- the last period of the day, when there would be no one else in the class with you that you were close to. 

The brothers were completely irate upon hearing of the plan they concocted, but were relieved to find that it seemed these two demons were the only ones in on it- or rather, were the only two stupid enough to think they could send a political message to the demon lord by trying to bring you harm like their friend had. Lucifer could almost laugh at the idea, if he wasn’t so disgusted. 

“Calm down, Mammon.” Lucifer warned. “These two numbskulls couldn’t even think of an exact time to meet up. They said ‘some time around 6pm.’ Not ‘at 6pm’.” 

Mammon rolled his eyes. “I still think we shoulda just tracked them to their house.” 

“It’s easier this way.” Satan shrugged. “Two birds, one stone.” 

Just as Mammon was about to give a sarcastic retort, Lucifer suddenly clasped his hand over his mouth. Lucifer then quickly jerked him back so they were both flush against the side of the building. Satan followed suit, having seen what Lucifer had only seconds later. 

Walking side by side a few blocks away were the targets. Lucifer had assumed the reason for this meet-up spot was they were going to obtain items that could be deadly to humans if exposed to them. Lucifer nodded to Mammon, releasing his grip on his mouth. They each stood a bit straighter, giving each other a knowing look. It was time for their plan to be put in place. 

Right before the two demons entered the building, Mammon waltzed up to them as casually as he could. He had gotten tips from Satan on how to hide his emotions so they wouldn’t be suspicious, and it was paying enormous dividends. He was even able to hide the fact that he managed to find out where Lucifer was keeping Goldie without him finding out, which was something he was never able to do before. 

“Oi- Raum, Agares...Hold up a second.” 

Both the demons looked around for a moment before locking eyes on the Avatar of Greed, shocked to see he was acknowledging their presence. Mammon had a reputation for being easily swindled and manipulated by money, and he was also considered weak by other demons, so he often used this to his advantage to get folks to borrow him exorbitant amounts of money that he had no intention on paying back. Raum and Agares were no exception to believing the façade he put on, which would play right into his hands. 

“Mammon?” Raum questioned, confused as to why he was approaching them. “What do you want?” 

Mammon threw his arms around their necks, letting out a sly laugh. “Oh, what? Can’t a guy make a few new friends without gettin’ the 3rd degree?” 

Agares eyed him suspiciously before shooting a glance at Raum. Raum could only shrug in response. “I guess? But you’ve never talked to us before.” 

“We ain’t givin’ you any money.” Agares snapped, throwing Mammon’s arms off of his shoulder.

Mammon smirked. “Aye now, I wasn’t after ya for your money! What kinda demon do ya take me fer?”

Agares crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “Then whattaya want? And make it quiet- we're busy." 

Mammon smiled, forcing back the anger he felt at even pretending to be chummy with the likes of these bastards. He felt so much rage in his heart for what they had threatened to do to you, and for the way they talked about you like you were just a piece of meat. “What do ya fine gentlemen say to helping me win a bet?” 

Both demons cocked their head curiously. 

“Oi, got your attention have I?” Mammon gave a devilish smirk, showing off his pristinely white teeth. 

“Wait a minute- Hold on,” Raum placed his hands on his hips. “What kind of bet?”

Mammon rubbed his hands together, playing up his greediness to make his story seem convincing. Through Levi’s research, they had found the demons had a fair amount of debt to the owner of Hocus Pocus- so paying off their fees would put them back in favorable standing with the store owner- which they would need in order to get items for their nefarious plot

“Well ya see, Leviathan and I made a bet that I couldn’t find evidence of fairies in Devildom, and I told ‘im he’s lost his marbles if he thinks that there ain’t any down here. But ya see- if I manage to find proof, he said he’d give me all of his savings- that’s nearly 900,000 grimm!” 

Raum rubbed his chin thoughtfully, glancing at Agares before nodding. “Alright- what would we have to do? I’m assuming we’d be given a portion of this prize...’

“Yeah!” Agares added, giving Mammon a sly smirk. “We ain’t doin’ this for nothin’.” 

Mammon nodded, lifting his hands and bowing to them slightly. “Right, Right...I’m gettin’ ahead of myself here. Yeah- We would split the money evenly- 300,000 grimm each.”

Raum smirked, elbowing Agares discretely before turning to mutter amongst themselves. They turned back to him with smirks on their faces. “Make it 400,000 grimm each and you got a deal.” 

“400,000!?” Mammon pouted. “That only leaves me with with 100,000!” 

From behind the shop, Lucifer snarled. “What the hell is he doing?! It’s not even real money!” 

Satan put a hand to Lucifer's chest and signaled for him to be quiet. “Just wait...Mammon’s got this.” 

“That’s our offer.” Agares shrugged. “Take it or leave it.” 

Mammon turned his attention away, mulling over their offer. He turned back to them with his arms crossed. “How about 325,000?” 

Raum shrugged at Agares, but Agares shook his head. “350,000. Thats as low as I’ll go.” 

Mammon sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine. I’ve tried every other demon in this stupid town and y’all are the only ones who even let me explain. Deal.” 

Mammon extended his hand, shaking that of the other two demons before him. 

“Now what is it we need to do?” Raum queried, curious as to how they’d find proof of the farries that he was sure didn’t exist. 

“Well, you two are gonna help me get the evidence I need.” Mammon grinned. “So we gotta go out to Siren’s beach- that’s where the rumors place them, after all!”

The two demons glanced at each other. Mammon secretly knew they would come along. For if they saw him as much of an idiot as the other lower demons, they probably figure they can get some money out of him regardless of if the non-existent bet was won. Little did they know, Mammon and the rest of his brothers had other plans for them. 

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“So explain to me what we’re doing here again?” Agares asked in annoyance as they struggled to maneuver through the woods toward the beach. Mammon hadn’t stopped talking since they had left, playing up the fact that many demons tend to find him obnoxious for his continuous attempts at getting others involved in his schemes to make a quick buck. He figured that if he was deadly silent, they would be suspicious. So what better way to reduce their suspicions than to play up their biases on what they think they know about the most underestimated brother? And to maybe get under their skin in the process...

“I told ya already.” Mammon threw his hands in the air in exasperation. “You two are gonna help me make a circle of mushrooms on the beach, and make some puppets outta sticks and leaves. then I’m gonna film while you two make the puppets dance around the circle. Boom! Faries!” 

Raum sighed as they finally broke through the clearing. “It doesn’t sound like a very good plan.” 

Upon reaching the destined mark in the sand that Satan had placed, Mammon dropped the charade. He gave a dark laugh as he turned to the two demons, who were now even more confused than before. “It didn’t have to be a good plan to get you two morons alone.”

“What?” Agares took a step back, realizing that this had maybe been a trick- perhaps Mammon was going to try to shake them down. However, his blood ran cold when he backed into a hard body, feeling the dark aura of their wrath envelop him from behind. 

Agares yelped in shock as he was sent flying face-first into the sand. Satan let out a scoff, approaching him with the intensity of a panther stalking it’s prey. Belphegor appeared from behind, eagerly following in pursuit. 

Raum turned to run but ran head-first into the chest of Beelzebub. His eyes widened in terror as Beel glared down at him. Mammon yanked the demon back by the collar, throwing him into the sand next to his friend. The 4 demons stood around them, each sharing a deadly serious expressions and wrath-filled auras wafting off their bodies. The two demons stared in wide eyed shock as they each took a position around them. 

“It seems you two have a debt to pay.” Lucifer’s voice seemed to envelop them- coming from all directions. Their blood ran cold and faces drained of color as he approached slowly from the tree line. His voice was calculating and his eyes glistened with a rage unlike either one of them had experienced before. 

“W-what are you talking about?” Raum gulped, realizing that somehow their plot to kill you must have been unearthed.

Lucifer looked to Mammon and nodded. In a flash, Mammon had him by the throat, lifting him so he was only centimeters away from his face. “I don’t take too kindly to folks who plan on hurtin’ my favorite human.” 

Raum’s eyes widened in fear He stuttered out an excuse but was cut off by a brutal punch to face. Mammon dropped the demon to the ground, scoffing at how weak he was. Bruises already began forming in the shape of the rings on mammons fingers, blood seeping from the scrapes the impact caused.

“You two really thought you were so smart, huh?” Belphie snarled as he kicked Agares in the stomach. 

Raum tried to scamper toward the forest, but was grabbed by the back of the neck. Beel held him off the ground high, looking straight into Raum’s eyes. “Nobody threatens my family.” 

Suddenly, Raum felt the searing pain of his bones crushing underneath Beelzebub’s hold. He clawed at Beel’s arm, desperate to escape the vice-grip he had on the back of his neck. The nerves in his spine screamed as the vertebra in his neck nearly turned to dust, rendering him immobile from the neck down. Beelzebub tossed him to the ground, eyes drilling holes into his soul. 

Agares looked on in horror, paralyzed himself from fear. He couldn’t find the words to beg for mercy, but realized his mistake in crossing the fallen Family. A tutt from behind him nearly made him jump out of his skin. 

“What’s the matter?” Satan mused. “Cat got your tongue?” 

Before Agares could even think of a response, Satan extended his claws and slashed at his face. Agares wailed in pain, but the noise was short-lived as Belphegor wrapped his tail around his neck, raising the demon to the tips of his toes- just enough so he struggled to breath, but not enough to complete hang him dry.  

Lucifer approached Agares with documents in hand. He stood in front of him so that his eyes stared directly into the demons, watching as he struggled to get air into his lungs. After clearing his throat, Lucifer began reciting passages off the papers. Each passage was a quote from the demon from the sock-puppet accounts, stating what they would do to you if given the opportunity, and details of their plot to kill you. 

“Man, If I could just get my hands on her... I would love to see her cry as I force her to her knees.” As Lucifer finished the sentence, he clicked his tongue. His nose twitched in anger as he reeled back and landed a punch in the center of Agares’ stomach. Agares wheezed in pain, tears bursting from his eyes as his feet kicked at the ground, desperate for stability.

“I'd love to shove my cock in her ass.” Lucifer extended his claws and slashed at the demons chest. Agares' desperately breathless screams continued as he turned toward Raum, reading yet another passage. 

“Maybe we should both take her at the same time before slitting her throat.” He stomped down on Raum’s knee, shattering the joint. The screams of the two demons echoed across the water and through the forest, a symphony of pain that had only just begun. 

Lucifer stood back, his lips slightly parted and nose twitching into a snarl. As much as he would like to continue torturing the demons himself, he had promised his brothers they would all have an outlet for their hurt. He gave a small nod to the brothers, who took turns mauling the two demons as Lucifer continued reading their disgusting comments about you. He felt a strange sense of relief hearing their pained wailing as he read through the hateful words, knowing that they wouldn’t be around to hurt you. But another part of him felt so much despair for the fact that you had again been at risk. They were fortunate in their ability to stop the heinous plot, but barely so.

Blood soaked through the sand as the waves lapped at the shore, painting the foam a ruby hue. As Lucifer finished reading the last comment, he looked up, seeing the 4 other brothers coated in blood and scraps of flesh. Their breaths were ragged, but satisfaction was present in their intense expressions.

While there was an external expression of contentment among them, Lucifer knew they would still hurt internally for you- just as he does. He nodded once more, leaving the waves to clean up the demon flotsam that began drifting into the water.

Surely Lotan would be fed well today. 

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“Shhh. It’s okay- Asmo’s here, Mc.” Asmodeus cooed. He sat on the edge of the bed brushing your hair as you wept. Another horrid nightmare had jolted you awake, and you were saddened to know that Lucifer was nowhere in sight. Instead, Asmo and Levi sat near the bed. Lucifer needed to ensure there were eyes on you at all times- and as much as the two brothers wanted to join in on the torture of the two demons who dared to threaten their precious human, they would much rather get to spend some time with you without the multiple demands for your attention. 

“H-here Mc. I made your favorite.” Leviathan shakily set down a steaming mug of hot chocolate on the night stand. It was made with the fudge truffles from Madam Screams that you adored so much, and he took care in creating the soothing treat for you. You were too caught up in your anguish to offer your gratitude, but the subtle nod you gave him still made Levi’s heart skip a beat. He sat down in the space next to you, scooting slightly closer to provide the comfort he could.

You clutched the blanket to your chest tightly, clearly seeking some type of tactile comfort. Levi noticed your desperation as you gripped the comforter, observing your obvious longing to have Lucifer here to wrap you in his arms. After a moment of feeling sad for you, he was struck with a genius idea. Levi transformed into his demon form, unfurling his tail around you gently and snaking it through the blankets. As if it was instinctual, you grasped his tail, snuggling it close to you. Levi blushed deeply at the contact, but was relieved when your tears begun to slow. He smiled as you sighed, nuzzling into the cool scales. He swished the tip of his tal against your shoulder, causing a content sigh to breeze past your lips.  

Asmo smiled, beginning to twist your hair into an elaborate braid. There had been so much noise and turmoil in the house over your recovery that he was sure quiet moments like this eased your heartache- even if just a little bit. It had been so long since you had been given full attention without the brothers arguing amongst themselves- and while he knew that you often felt burdensome when they waited on you like this, it was sure to help you relax. 

Just as soon as the quiet begun however, it was quickly interrupted by the sound of the other 5 brothers bursting through the front door, chattering amongst themselves. Asmodeus and Leviathan huffed in frustration. They got to spend the least amount of time with you, so they hoped the brothers would take their time in neutralizing the threat. They shared a glance, trying to decide which one of them was in a better position to leave your side. After staring each other down, gesturing with non-verbal's so as not to disturb you, the task was taken from them. 

“How is she doing?” Lucifer entered his room almost silently, his voice barely above a whisper as he approached the bed. An eyebrow raised at the way you were clutching Levi’s tail, but it quickly dissipated as he remembered how you would often cling to him like a koala after a bad dream. 

Ah. Improvising. 

Lucifer thanked them for their help and shooed them out of the room, much to the two brother’s dismay. He gave them reassurance that they would be welcomed back later if you felt up to it, but for now he wanted to speak to you alone. As his door creaked closed, he turned his focus back to you. 

“Mc?” He purred,  gently rubbing your shoulders. “Can we speak for a moment?” 

You turned over to him, wiping away the stray tears on your cheek. He was taken aback by the fact that you had been crying, but if Asmo and Levi had been comforting you after a nightmare, it made sense. Your eyes sparkled in the low light of the room, making them shine a magnificent (eye color). His eyes trained down to your lips, noticing how soft and pillowy they looked as you pursed them in anticipation of what he was about to say. Lucifer felt the tingling in his loins return as he took in your features, and cursed his body for being so unruly. He shook the feeling back, caging it until he had a moment to himself later on that evening.

He took in a deep breath, trying to sound as calm as possible. “I would like to talk to you about returning to RAD tomorrow.” 

You nodded, turning your gaze away from him. Your voice was shaken, as you were still trying to regain your composure from your tearful episode moments before. “What a-about it?”

“Well...are you positive that you feel ready to return to classes?” Lucifer searched your expression for a response before continuing. “I am concerned about how you will handle it, given how you've been fairing lately.” 

You nod, but say nothing in response. Lucifer notices your jaw clench, an indication that you were not going to budge on your desire to return to normal. He figured you would be annoyed by him bringing the topic up again- as he had broached it with you nearly once per day during the past week.

Lucifer sighed once more, taking your hand in his. “I know the last time we spoke you were firm in your desire to go back. I just...” He paused, searching for the right words. The last thing he wanted was to upset you further. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do this- like you don’t have any other choice.” 

You turn back to him, your voice still slightly wavering. “Lucifer...I'd be lying if I said the idea of going back to RAD didn't scare me. But I don’t really know if there will be a time where I’m not not afraid.” 

Lucifer stiffened at your words, unsure how to feel about what you had said. 

“But...I have to try. I don’t want you all to keep walking on eggshells around me.” You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes again, but you blinked them back. “I don’t want everyone to keep seeing me as just this pitiful broken mess.” 

Lucifer was taken aback by your statement. “What? I...we don't see you that way."

"But you do." Tears begin to fall once more as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly. “I see how you all look at me...All I feel is pity from your stares. It...it feels like you’re seeing me as nothing but damaged- that I’ve lost all my w-worth and...and-” 

Lucifer pulls you into a tight embrace as you completely break down in harrowing sobs. He hushes you softly, rubbing your back as you cry. You hated that you felt so fragile in this moment when you were trying to make a point about how you weren’t a broken person- but somewhere in the back of your mind, you had convinced yourself that it was true.

The negative thoughts fed off the feelings of insecurity about your strength. They were loud- louder than ever before- as you tried desperately to shut them out. 

How can you call yourself strong when you can’t survive more than an hour without Lucifer next to you? You are weak. You cant eat, sleep, bath or even breathe without his help, and you expect things to “go back to normal”? You’re an idiot- plain and simple. Its a marvel Lucifer has stayed by your side this long. You should be grateful that he even spares you a passing glance.

He deserves better than you. 

You clutched his shirt tighter as the thought of your inferiority enters your head. Your mind begins to spiral, all that you could think of was the possibility of him leaving you- finally recognizing how worthless you believed yourself to be. You had yet to bring up the feelings of disgust at yourself with him, and feeling as though you were no longer deserving of his love due to your virginity being stolen from you. You projected the thoughts onto him, the tone of the thoughts almost seeming to take on the sound of his voice. 

You’re revolting. An embarrassment. Useless. Weak. A waste of space. Nothing but a pitiful little Whore.

Lucifer tried his best to console you, but nothing seemed to get past the wall the thoughts had built up in your mind. They seemingly surrounded you, shouting at you from all sides. You felt so much shame well up within your heart, feeling guilty for even accusing him and his brothers of seeing you so negatively when in reality, it was only how you saw yourself. 

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You picked at your food absentmindedly as the brothers chattered around you. They discussed how excited they were to have you finally return to RAD with them. Mammon was the most eager, boldly claiming that he intended to skip all of his classes in order to spend the day with you. Given Lucifer’s demeanor toward the 2nd oldest as of late, the brothers were shocked when he scolded him, and even issued a threat of punishment if he skipped any classes. He reassured his brothers of your safety,, indicating that you would have Barbatos’ escort throughout the day. 

Your mind wandered away from the table, making you feel as if you weren’t really present among the brothers. Sure, you were physically there- but you couldn’t process anything being said. It all sounded like garbled muttering- almost as if you were listening to them talk from underwater. 

Beelzebub stared at you intently, also contributing very little to the conversation. He had been feeling down ever since returning home from the slaughtering of Raum and Arages.  While he was thankful the two demons were no longer around to cause you harm, he had the sinking feeling that this wouldn’t be the end of the threats for you. How many more demons did they have to kill until you were safe? the question loomed over him like a dark cloud. You were his family after all; he would do anything to keep you safe, but sometimes Beel wondered why you choose to stay here. Were you really happy surrounded by demons? You didn’t look very happy, even if you did enjoy the company of him and his brothers. He knew you didn't have much waiting for you in the human world, but he pondered if returning there wouldn't be better for your overall wellbeing.

Beel sighed quietly and returned his focus to his plate. His meals haven’t tasted the same since your warm presence had faded. It was starting to come back, but it often came and went in waves. He couldn’t enjoy his own meal while you were visibly upset. His mind danced around how much love he and his brothers felt for you, and how little each of them expressed it. Without thinking, Beel stood and leaned across the table. He took your hand in his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. The chatter amongst the brothers died down as they watched in confusion at Beelzebub’s action- and were even more concerned when they noticed his eyes appearing glossy with tears. 

You snapped back into your body at the sudden touch, locking eyes with Beel. You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it again- not having much certainty on how to react. Had he said something? You weren’t quite sure what led up to the motion. 

“I-” He started, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I want you to know that despite all thats happened...and no matter what is to come...I...we will always love you.” 

The room grew deadly silent, save for the small gasp you let out at the seemingly random assertion. After a pregnant pause, you nodded to him- your voice quiet. “I love you too. All of you.”

Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat as your demeanor seemed to uplift. A small smile twitched its way onto your lips, you began contributing to conversation, and you took small bites out of the meal that was previously just being prodded at. How Beelzebub knew exactly what to say to ground you back to reality, he will never know. But he internally reminded himself to utter his words of love for you more often- and would remind his brothers to do the same. Sure, acts of service were the way many of them had been attending to you since the assault- and you were grateful for them- but maybe you were missing some sort of reassurance that you were in fact loved and valued by everyone in the House of Lamentation.

Lucifer smiled, returning his focus to his meal. His mind was filled with ways he would continue to remind you that you were loved.

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Part 19

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[with-love-from-hell]

Vermillion Skies

{part sixteen}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: hurt, comfort, angst, some fluff

Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)

Written for F!MC

WC: ~5.6k

Music Accompaniment

TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALL PARTS: graphic depictions of sexual assault / rape, gore, and violence.

CW: catatonia, PTSD, mentions of pregnancy, implications of abortion, fainting, panic attacks, anxiety, swearing, some physical aggression, spoilers for lessons 16+, negative self-talk, self-blame, mild blood/gore

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of sexual abuse, assault, or harassment and are in need of help, please utilize the RAINN sexual assault hotline or online chat service, or find additional help using the NSVRC website. <<

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“Careful, Lu.” You warn gently as you assist the eldest brother into the bath.

Lucifer hissed as the hot water licked the wounds on his abdomen and hands. The blood created sanguine ripples as he adjusted himself onto his side, giving you and Solomon access to the deep wound that still contained splinters of wood. 

You had managed to coax him out of the bedroom after he broke down into tears about his actions. He was nearly inconsolable, feeling intense guilt for ever laying a hand on Levi in such a way. It took quite some time for you to get him up, as the pain of his wounds had finally set in in addition to the emotional blow he had received. Solomon’s sudden presence at his side didn’t help things for him- as he still harbored intense anger toward him for his actions. 

You reassured him that things would be okay, but it could only help so much- especially considering your own feelings toward Solomon. And after seeing Levi’s terrified expression in the hall when assisting Lucifer back to his room, you knew there would need to be some intense repairing to their relationship.  

“Here, use this to remove the shards of glass and wood from his injuries.” Solomon handed you a large pair of tweezers, not bothering to look at you as he extended out his hand. You quickly snatch the tweezers from his hands, doing your best to not display how shaky you had become with his presence. 

Solomon removed a scissors from the roll of medical tools he had brought with him, and carefully began slicing off Lucifer’s now soaked clothing. You gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze as you noticed him wincing. Solomon worked quickly, but ensured that his movements were delicate as he peeled the fabric from his wounded areas. After removing his shirt, Solomon began analyzing Lucifer’s shoulder and gestured for you to begin pulling the shards from his wounds. 

Lucifer gritted his teeth as you pulled on a particularly large fragment of wood in his abdomen. You whispered an apology as you tried to remove the shard as gently as possible. However, you were so focused that a sudden grunt from Solomon caused you to jump, yanking the fragment violently out of Lucifer’s side. He yelped out in pain at the action, blood spurting out of the wound as he tensed. 

Look what you’ve done. You’re utterly useless. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, silently cursing to yourself as the intrusive thoughts began chastising you. 

He’s already in enough pain, all you do is cause more. 

You’re nothing but a nuisance. 

“Mc?” Solomon placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. He immediately pulled his hand back, scolding himself for thinking to touch you so soon. “Mc, are you alright?” 

You attempted to control your breathing, trying not to make your panic obvious. “Y-yeah. I’m f-fine.” 

Solomon furrowed his eyebrows. “Really? Because all I did was clear my throat...and you were so startled that I would have guessed a gun went off in the next room if I wasn’t here by you.”

You turned your eyes back toward Lucifer’s abdomen, fighting the tears that threatened to burst from behind your eyes. Biting your lip, you remained silent as you went back to the task at hand. Solomon eyed you suspiciously, but decided not to press it. 

Solomon grabbed a jar of dark green gel, placing some onto the back of his hand. He murmured an incantation over the gel before sprinkling some powder over it. You watched from the corner of your eye as the gel began glowing a neon-green color- almost looking like how toxic waste is often depicted in cartoons. Solomon carefully dabbed the gel onto the area surrounding Lucifer’s shoulder. 

Lucifer hissed as the gel bubbled onto his skin, and you watched as Solomon now effortlessly guided his shoulder back into it’s socket. His skill in healing and magic often astonished you- as he didn’t even need to crack open a healing book to complete the spell he just evoked. Two weeks before the assault, Solomon had asked you to be his apprentice, and you had told him you were considering it at the time. It was moments like this where you had the strong urge to take him up on the offer. 

But just as quickly as your admiration for the sorcerer had manifested, it fizzled out. As you were observing him work, you noticed a new cockade pinned to his chest beneath the one intended to symbolize his status as a RAD exchange student. You immediately recognized intricate red and gold stripes on the outer layer of the ribbon, as well as the symbol in the middle of the small badge - a golden crown with a ruby in the center. The cockade that adorned his breast was similar to the one Diavolo had given you when he offered up the position of Ambassador, and he had hammered home the fact that the pin was a way to distinguish you as a member of his court among the students at RAD. Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo all had similar pins, albeit a smaller tie pin given their reputations had been solidified in Devildom already. 

You felt anxiety bubble in your stomach as you remembered Lucifer’s warning of his mistrust for the sorcerer and paranoid ideations wormed their way through your mind. Why was he wearing that same pin? I don’t remember seeing it the last time I’d seen him...Was Lucifer right about his motives? What was he trying to get at?

Solomon noticed you staring at him and ceased his gentle rubs on Lucifer’s shoulder. “Is something wrong?” 

You met his eyes for a brief moment, searching for any sign that he was hiding something. Seeing none, you maintained your silence and returned to cleaning Lucifer’s wounds. Solomon raised an eyebrow at you before shaking his head and turning his attention back to his task. 

Lucifer’s gaze lingered on you the entire time both you and Solomon worked on him. He was terrified that you were somehow hiding the fact you had been hurt from him, so he wanted to see the evidence for himself. He had noticed the way your face contorted when you were staring at Solomon, but he couldn’t quite see why you were looking at him like that. Lucifer figured it had something to do with memories from the procedure, but made a mental note to ask you about it later. 

After triple checking that the wounds had been thoroughly cleaned, Solomon applied the gel to the other wounds. You bandaged Lucifer’s hands while Solomon adjusted Lucifer’s arm into a temporary sling and sewed the wound on his abdomen shut. As the water was drained from the bath, you helped Lucifer stand and wrap himself in his silken robe. 

“Solomon, can you leave us for a moment?” Lucifer requested, eyeing the sorcerer suspiciously. 

Solomon cocked his head and parted his lips, as if to question Lucifer’s request. However, the narrowing of Lucifer’s eyes told him he better not combat the request. He nodded and left the room, indicating he would now go check on Levi. 

Lucifer sighed and turned his attention to you. He noticed you trembling slightly and your gaze was fixated at a spot on the floor. He curled his index finger under your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet his own. He noticed the shimmering of tears forming in the corners of your eyes. 

“Mc,” he cooed. “Is everything alright?”

You gave a small, nervous laugh, shaking your head lightly. “Why are you asking me? You’re the one I should be asking.” 

Lucifer’s expression was unwavering as he searched your eyes for an answer. After a moment, you sighed. “Remember when you told me that you were wary of Solomon’s motives?” 

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“What did you mean by that?” You whispered, dropping your gaze back down to the floor. 

Lucifer blinked at you, but humored your inquiry. “What I had intended to get across to you was that he never does good things just to do them. There’s always a catch- a condition to his niceties. He always wants something in return- and usually isn’t forward about it until he has done his part of whatever deal was made.”

You nod slowly, taking in his words.

Lucifer continued, irritation causing his tone to turn terse as he scoffed. “All of those preachers in the human world always talk about how shady deals with demons can be. If anything, he is proof that humans can be just as untrustworthy- if not more so.” 

You felt tears bubble up from behind your eyes and you turned away from him.  You felt stupid for letting Solomon engage in the procedure with promises to stop if it became uncomfortable, only for him to go back on his word. Your stomach lurched at the conclusion drawn by your mind that he didn’t help you because he was your friend- but because he wanted a seat at Diavolo’s table- the cockade was proof enough of that. And you felt humiliated that everyone had to know your shame- all because of Solomon’s plan.  

Why didn’t you listen to Lucifer? 

“Darling?” Lucifer’s face scrunched into one of concern as he caressed your cheek, wiping away stray tears with his thumb. “What’s wrong?” 

You sniffled, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry.” You manage to stutter out before breaking down completely. Lucifer was taken aback by your seemingly rapid change in emotion. He gathered you into a gentle hug with one arm. He rubbed your back delicately, hushing you and offering whispered words of reassurance. An occasional peck was placed at the part in your hair, his lips lingering on the silken follicles. 

Once you had calmed down enough to speak, Lucifer pulled away from you and brushed the tears away once more. “Mc, why are you sorry?” 

You sighed, trying to regain control of your breath. “I trusted him. I agreed to let him do that procedure...but I shouldn’t have. He made me lie to you, and I should have known he would lie to me.” 

Lucifer shook his head, confused at the words tumbling past your lips in rapid succession. He knew you were referring to Solomon, and clearly you were afraid, nervous, and upset. “Mc, what on earth are you talking about?” 

Before you could open your mouth to speak, the bathroom door squeaked open once again. The top of Solomon’s silvery hair glistened in the low light of the bathroom, almost seeming to cast shadows on the wall. You snapped your mouth shut as your eyes immediately darted to the floor. As he re-entered the bathroom, you began to tremble slightly and your nails dug into the soft skin of Lucifer’s forearm

Lucifer gave you a sympathetic glance before turning to the sorcerer. He gave you a gentle push with his uninjured arm, motioning for you to stand behind him. He knew there was something not right here- and even if there was nothing for you to be afraid of, he wanted Solomon to know better than invading your space without fair warning. He wouldn’t let him trample all over your boundaries. 

Not again. 

“I thought I told you to leave, Sorcerer.”  His voice came out in a firm command, though he was clearly trying to hide the anger behind his tone.

Solomon was taken aback by the fact that Lucifer was hiding you from him- as if to protect you. The dynamic in the room had swiftly changed since Lucifer regained lucidity, and part of him kicked himself for being so thorough with the healing balm. 

“You requested me to leave for only a moment,” Solomon smiled, but there was a nervousness behind his eyes. “I have matters to attend to with Mc.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, his fingers curling over your bicep as the urge to protect you grew. “And what might those matters be?” 

Solomon sighed. “Ideally this would be a conversation between just me and her.” 

“What makes you think you have a right to request such a thing?” Lucifer’s eye twitched in annoyance. 

Solomon stuttered, trying to think of a reasonable explanation that Lucifer would accept. “I- uh- I figured that...well, since everything that’s happened, It would be better for me to smooth things over with her privately before-”

“You’ve lost that privilege!” Lucifer snapped, fighting back the aura of wrath threatening to protrude from his body. “So anything you have to say to her, you can say to me as well.” 

Solomon sighed. "I...I wanted to apologize, Mc."

You perked up, stepping slowly out from behind Lucifer, but still maintaining a large distance. Lucifer shifted, ever wary of the Sorcerers tricks.

"I know that what I had promised you the procedure would be wasn't what happened." Solomon looked away from your intense eyes that were seemingly staring right through him. "Clearly it has had more of an impact on you than I had initially thought- given how terrified you seem to be of me."

You nodded slowly, chewing your cheek as he spoke. While you appreciated the attempt at and apology, it seemed somewhat vague and unconvincing. Something about the way he spoke told you it was more about him wanting forgiveness than remorse for his actions.

"I was only trying to help; I need you to believe that." Solomon took a step forward, his tone containing a desperate plea for forgiveness as he tried to justify his actions. "It was all for your benefit."

"What kind of apology was that?" Lucifer growled, his eye twitching in irritation.

With the last words ripping through your heart like a blade, you felt yourself growing angry. Hot tears formed in your eyes and you quickly moved in front of Lucifer to confront the sorcerer. He tried to keep you behind him, but the aggressive way you shook his hand off of your shoulder told him that whatever you were going to say to Solomon needed to be said.

"For my benefit?" You hissed through gritted teeth. "How was any of it beneficial after I begged for you to stop!?"

Solomon was taken aback by your sudden display of anger. He tried to regain his composure, but the his usual charisma was floundering. "You...you just don't understand what was at stake Mc!"

You scoffed, tears slowly pushing their way past your eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Are you seriously trying to tell me I dont understand the thing that happened to my body?!"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow from behind you, but kept quiet. He was awestruck by your ability to stand up for yourself- something that was never characteristic of you up until now. If Solomon’s words weren't so infuriating, he would beam at you with pride.

Solomon continued stuttering, trying to back track on his words. "N-no! That’s not what I'm saying at all- I just...there's things...you don't know everything yet and- and I needed to complete the procedure, Mc. It was imperative!"

You shook your head, scoffing once more as more tears flowed from your eyes. Your voice raised in pitch as you tried to speak through the tears. "You told me that if I asked you to stop, you would stop- And you didn't. I dont care what was supposedly 'at stake' here. That fact alone is valid for me to be upset about!"

Solomon opened his mouth to speak, but you waved him off, turning your back to him to hide the fresh tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Lucifer is right. I deserve a better apology than that." You sniffle as Lucifer welcomes you into a reassuring embrace. "Besides- you expect me to believe you were doing it because you cared when you're flaunting around that pin?"

Lucifer shot his gaze back up to Solomon. His face was pale and his hand was now pressed against a familiar looking cockade that was pinned to his chest. His blood began to boil with rage, realizing now what you had been talking about moments before.

"You filthy liar." He hissed, recalling the initial conversation in his office where Solomon reassured him he was helping you without expecting compensation. "You did want something out of this."

Solomon was now keenly aware of his mistake of wearing the cockade today. He hadn't thought anything of it when he adorned his cloak when Beelzebub called him to assist in cleansing your old room and healing Lucifer. He truly didn't want any compensation for his services after how guilty he felt, but who was he to turn down the future demon king when he presented him with the title of Royal Mage?

"No- no, its not like that..." Solomon pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to find a way to elaborate on his new title. "Please, allow me to expla-"

"Fuck you!" Lucifer snapped, pulling you tighter into his chest despite the lingering pain of his wound. "How dare you come into my home, with that half-assed apology and demands to be heard out when you've proven yourself to be untrustworthy."

Solomon began to panic, seeing his method of trying to approach you sooner rather than later was not going as planned. The guilt he felt for hurting you and hiding information overflowed, and his words became unfiltered. While he had planned be tactful in the confession he was about to give, the stress of the situation reduced him to a stuttering mess.

"Mc...please. I- I know this is bad, but please listen to me." He begged, stepping forward only to be met with a feral hiss from Lucifer.

"Leave, vermin." Lucifer snarled, caressing the back of your head as you cried into his chest.

Solomon shook his head, his voice raising in a final attempt to get you to hear him out. "I had to terminate the pregnancy, Mc. Thats why I couldn't just stop!"

Lucifer’s face went pale and his jaw dropped. Words evaded him as the shock of Solomon being so brazen in giving this information to you overtook his senses.

“Y-You're choosing to bring this up now!?” Lucifer stuttered in disbelief.

Your mind went blank, your fists tightening their hold on Lucifer’s robe at Solomon’s words and the noticeable change in Lucifer’s demeanor.   

Solomon felt regret start to build within him, but he pushed it down and stuck to his guns. He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yes. Now.” 

You felt your head begin to spin as Solomon’s voice replayed in your head. Pregnancy? Your vision was flooded with memories of the procedure and the feeling of the odd material being pulled from your uterus and the dots became connected in your mind. Your stomach lurched and your vision flickered at the realization that you had been pregnant.  

"W-what?" You turned to Solomon, feeling your throat tighten as the panic grew within you. Both men looked at you, faces pale and eyes wide. Their mouths opened and shut a few times as you looked between them, begging for one of them to say it was just a joke.

“I hardly think now is the time to discuss this..." Lucifer finally broke the silence, trying his best to appear calm for you, though he could tell by your demeanor that you were filled with panic.

Solomon rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t hold the information from her anymore. She deserves to know.” 

"I agree, but-” 

The words died on Lucifer’s lips as your body went limp in front of him. Before he could react, you had collapsed to the floor with an alarmingly loud thump. He cursed under his breath, immediately kneeling by your side and calling out to you, but to no avail.

Solomon swallowed hard and took a step forward, trying to come to your aid as well. Lucifer immediately turned his attention to the sorcerer, leaping up and charging at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Lucifer threw Solomon to the floor, his horns sprouting from his head as he let the wrath take over. “Are you out of your damn mind?!” 

Lucifer's words sounded hazy, but you could hear the furious timbr to his voice. The last thing you were able to hear was a slew of insults being slung at Solomon before darkness shrouded your senses and left you alone in the void-like recesses of your mind.

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Mammon paced impatiently in front of Lucifer’s bedroom door. After hearing that you had collapsed as a result of Solomon’s carelessness in feeding you delicate information, he had insisted on being able to see you. However, Lucifer had expressed that everyone remain distant until you were both able to get some peace. Mammon gritted his teeth, regret filling every corner of his body for calling Solomon over. 

“Mammon, relax.” Belphegor mumbled, nuzzling his head into Leviathan’s lap. “You’re stressing everyone out.” 

“Tch.” Mammon scoffed, his teeth continuing to grind painfully as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I think we are well passed everyone being stressed.” 

Belphie opened one eye to peak around the hall. Levi sat under him cross-legged, nervously scratching at the bandages he and Satan had put over the marks on his face. Satan sat next to Belphie with a book in hand, though it didn’t seem as if he was making much progress, as he continued turning to Levi to force his hand away from his face. Beelzebub and Asmodeus sat opposite the wall of Belphie and Satan. Beel was munching on some of the sweets Satan had picked up for him from the store to prevent him from eating your lemon bars. Asmo sifted his hands nervously through Beel’s hair, twisting small braids into his short ginger locks. 

“She’ll be okay, I’m sure.” Simeon’s voice rang out from down the hall, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos in tow behind him. “Solomon told us what happened.”

Mammon shot the sorcerer a dirty glare. “Oi, did he now? Did he also tell you it’s his fault?” 

Simeon rolled his eyes, clearly not in the mood for his bitter attitude. Simeon pushed past him, the irritation he was holding onto was clear in his actions. 

“Aye! What do ya think yer doin?!” Mammon snapped. He attempted to grab Simeon’s arm, but was ushered back by Barbatos. 

Without responding to his question, Diavolo murmured an incantation and Lucifer’s door swung open. He, Simeon, and Solomon walked in, shutting the door and locking it behind them. 

Mammon gaped at the fact that they just waltzed right on in without so much as a statement as to what their intentions were. 

“Now Mammon,” Barbatos warned, tightening his grip on the 2nd eldest’s arm. “Let them be. It’s important that all of this gets sorted out.” 

Mammon scoffed and flicked Barbatos’ hand off of his arm, storming down the hall toward your old room. He kicked some of the debris out of the way and plopped down on your bed. He didn’t understand why he and his other brothers were always set aside when you were in turmoil, while the angel and the other human were given priority access to you. 

It was really starting to get on his nerves.

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“Diavolo, with all due respect, I feel as though I am warranted to be angry with him.” Lucifer’s eye twitched in annoyance as he tried to contain his anger at the three individuals who had barged into his room unannounced. He had managed to move you to his bed on his own after making Solomon leave, despite his injuries. He sat next to you on the bed, cooling your heated brow with a damp towelette, and whispering words of affirmation to you when soft whimpers escaped your throat. Today was shaping up to be pretty terrible, and he shouldn’t have been shocked when the demon prince himself pushed his way into his room, demanding a meeting with him, you, and Solomon. 

Though it seems that Diavolo did not completely understand the fact that you were currently unconscious. 

Diavolo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Lucifer, I thought we already went over this last week. You said you would try your best to be more cordial. Accusing him of harming Mc on purpose is not the way to do that.” 

Lucifer scowled and turned away, trying to calm himself down by brushing his hands through your hair. 

Diavolo continued, taking a few steps closer to him. “We made the arrangement of his payout before the procedure. After things went wrong, he tried to turn me down when I offered him the position of Royal Mage. But you know me, Lucifer- I am a man of my word.” 

Lucifer locked eyes with Diavolo, debating on whether to challenge him. As they stared each other down, Solomon shifted awkwardly behind Diavolo. 

After a long pause, Simeon cleared his throat. “I do agree that it was in poor taste to offer him the position, even after what happened.” 

All eyes shot toward Simeon, surprised that he would agree with Lucifer in this situation. 

“Do you now?” Diavolo mused, pleasantly surprised that Simeon had found a bit of an edge to his normally complacent demeanor. 

Simeon nodded. “I also think that we should hear Lucifer’s side to what happened. I know that Solomon wouldn’t be the type to try to throw him under the bus, but his perspective is just as important as hers is here.” 

Lucifer raised his eyebrows and blinked rapidly at Simeon’s statement. If he was trying to make up for his behavior, he was certainly doing a good job of it. 

Simeon swiftly moved to stand by Lucifer’s side, making a gesture toward the bed where he was currently seated. “May I?” 

Lucifer nodded slowly, rising from his position and turning back toward the other two. He began recounting the argument that had ensued a few hours earlier in the bathroom. He stole glances at you  as he spoke, watching Simeon murmur a few spells to try to wake you. 

After he finished his recount, Diavolo nodded. “I see. Solomon, it seems based on Lucifer’s account that you may have lost some composure after feeling attacked, is that correct?”

Solomon shrugged. The usual suaveness in his actions was completely gone, replaced with a clear state of vulnerability. “I...I suppose so.” 

Lucifer huffed and crossed his uninjured arm over his chest. 

Simeon looked up from you for a moment. “Solomon, I am aware you are not used to having to give such a sincere apology, and you feel the need to be defensive- but you need to try to see things from their perspective.” He returned his gaze to your twitching eyes, placing his hand to your cheek and brushing the scar with his thumb. 

Solomon sighed, forcing back tears. “I know...I know.” 

Diavolo clasped a large mitt on Solomon’s shoulder. “Once she wakes, we will have a more thorough conversation about this. All of us.” 

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Your eyes flutter open hours later; slowly brought to consciousness by Simeon’s soft hands brushing hair from your forehead. You groan as light floods into your vision, and you are suddenly aware of the other three bodies in the room. Lucifer is at your other side in an instant, gripping your hand tightly in his. Diavolo and Solomon come into vision at the end of the bed, and you are hit with confusion. 

What are they doing here? 

“I’m glad to see you awake, my dear.” Diavolo muses. “How are you feeling?” 

You wince as you push yourself up on the bed so you could address him properly, your head pounding from where you had hit it on the marble floor. Simeon places his hands on your hips, helping you raise to a seated position. Lucifer eyes him suspiciously as his hands linger and his thumb brushes across your skin before returning his hands to his lap. 

“uh-” you rasp, finding your throat dry and scratchy. “I’m okay, I think. Why are you here?” 

Diavolo looks between Solomon and Lucifer. “We have some matters to discuss. How much do you remember before fainting?” 

You furrow your brow, searching your brain for what had lead to you to get here. You vaguely recall helping Lucifer bathe, cleaning his wounds with Solomon’s assistance. Then- an argument?  Yes- that’s what happened...And Solomon had said-- 

Your eyes widened. That’s right...he had said I was pregnant. 

You snap your attention to men before you, darting your gaze between them with eyes filled with fear and shame. Lucifer sighs, adjusting his position so he could embrace you, but you push him back, shaking your head aggressively. 

“Is it true?” you squeak, pleading with them to say it was all a cruel joke.

The men share a glance, but remain silent for a moment.

Your lip begins to tremble. The fear you were feeling of the harsh reality begins to manifest as anger. “Well? Say something!” You snap, feeling hurt that they kept this from you. 

Simeon breaks the silence, placing a hand on your calf to try to ground you. “They didn’t think you’d be ready to know yet-” 

“So it’s true?” Your voice raises in pitch- coming out stuttered as tears flood your vision. 

Lucifer squeezes his eyes shut, not wanting to see how pained you were from what you had learned. Diavolo spared him a glance, and then reached into his coat- holding out a jar with a small lumpy mass toward you. 

Simeon tries to stop him, but he is not faster than the seconds it takes you to process what is in the jar. A sharp wail erupts from deep within your soul, and you grip the sides of your head with your hands as you sob intensely. 

Simeon moves immediately to pull you into his chest. He cradles you gently and hushes you as Solomon and Diavolo awkwardly shift their weight between their feet. Lucifer stares in bewilderment at how forward Simeon was being in his physical affection. a twinge of envy rises in his chest and he feels his nose begin to twist into a snarl. At the acknowledgement of his behavior, he shakes his head and takes a deep breath. 

You chose him. He needed to remember that. 

After a long cry, you finally manage to regain your composure enough to discuss the matters with Solomon. You were able to accept the necessity of the procedure after his explanation, but part of you felt anger for them hiding this from you. 

“I would have liked to know right away.” You state, firmly. “That wasn’t right of you to hide this from me.” 

Lucifer nods. “I’m sorry, you’re absolutely right.” 

Diavolo shakes his head, seeming to disagree. “It was for the best, Mc.” 

You shoot him a glare. “Diavolo, this is my body. And frankly, I think it’s really shitty of you to claim you know better than I do about matters concerning it.” 

Lucifer nodded in agreement, reaching a hand out to you. You give him a weak smile and take it in yours. 

Simeon looks back toward Diavolo and nods as well. 

Solomon looks to his feet. “Mc...I am truly sorry. For everything.” 

You nod, closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath. You had carefully considered your next choice of words since he had begun explaining the situation to you. “I appreciate it, Solomon- but I don’t forgive you.” 

His eyes widen in horror at your words. “W-what?” 

You open your eyes, meeting his confused stare. “I said I don’t forgive you.” 

“Why?” he pleads, taking a few steps toward you. “I don’t understand...” 

You sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest as you sit back on the bed. “What you put me through was inexcusable, and I feel like I deserved to know what was going on. You kept me in the dark- purposefully mislead me and hid information from me...and that’s not something I can forgive you for right now.”

Solomon’s eyes grew misty as he took another step forward. Simeon stood from the bed, blocking his path to you. 

“P-please Mc!” he begged, trying to push past Simeon. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you- I swear!” 

You shook your head, feeling a mixture of pity and frustration at his refusal to accept your statement. Well, he was persistent. That much hasn’t changed. 

“Enough, Solomon.” Lucifer growled, trying to grip Solomon’s arm to pull him away. 

“No- no! please!” Solomon jerked his arm away and dropped to his knees before you. “Please forgive me!”

You sigh in annoyance. “That’s enough, Solomon. I am going to need some time. Don’t push this anymore- it wont change anything.” 

Solomon lowered his head, tears now dripping from his cheeks onto the floor. 

“Are we done here?” You ask Diavolo, pointedly. “I want some time alone, please.” 

Diavolo nodded. “Yes- take the time you need, Mc.” 

With that, he and Simeon guided Solomon out the door. You caught a brief glimpse of Barbatos, who shot you a small sympathetic glance before bowing to you. 

You sighed, brushing away the tears that began falling once more. Lucifer sat on the bed next to you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. you found yourself feeling thankful that it was nearly dusk.

It had truly been a long day.

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Part 17

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