#omswd lesson 16

[nocreativityfornames]

MC: You know, it actually takes a lot longer than people think for someone to die from strangling.

Solomon: Oh? Well, that's...interesting. Did you read that on a book or something?

MC: Nah, it's from personal experience. 🙂

Solomon: ...

[devildomangel]

I'm sorry lol

[lokiangel]

Obey me Incorrect quotes #29

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

[ratcanwrite]

It really was an accident.

He didn’t mean for it to happen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[princessasmosprincess]

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

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

***

MC's child wants to fight Belphie

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

Warnings: Spoilers for lesson 16, death.

***

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

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

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

Your child shook their head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then a muffled scream echoed down the hall.

The brothers all shared a wide-eyed look.

“Lucifer wouldn’t–” Beel started.

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

Mammon was out the door first.

The demon brothers and your child raced after him.

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[turtleybeachin]

so we all have a dark sense of humor in this fandom right? if that's not you, scroll past this, it's not going to hit your funny bone. (spoiler warning for lesson 16!)

okay so the way we have anniversaries in the devildom, what if MC has yearly anniversaries of the day they died?

like hear me out. i like belphie now, but i also feel like it's my diavolo-given right to remind him he's a little shit on a regular basis.

the boys wake up one morning to MC laying in the foyer with a banner hung over them "HAPPY ONE YEAR SINCE I DIED DAY!" we give belphie a sparkly birthday-style hat that says "I'M AN ASSHOLE" and pin a lil badge to his chest that says "MURDERER" and he has to wear it all day.

"it's been one year since belphie murdered me mid-hug and laughed about it!"

"it's been two years since the day belphie strangled me to death and then cackled maniacally in the foyer over my corpse!"

"happy three years since he brutally slaughtered me and then dragged my body through the house like a cat showing off its kill!"

but i feel like we would have to text mammon first to warn/remind him of the holiday i don't wanna traumatize my first man.

[28lemonsandlimesintheeyes]

SFW ver,

Full thing/NSFW(?),

Tw: Blood

[ryminsteddiesashanne]

Belphie doesn't start to like MC because he found out they're related to Lilith

He starts to like them because he fins out that Lilith got to live happily as a human and he can stop blaming himself and humans for her death

[scarlett-vixen]

Vicious Series

Summary: My take on how things should have gone post Lesson 16.

The Soundtrack

༺☆༻ Vicious (Belphegor)

༺☆༻ Too Far (Beelzebub)

༺☆༻ Funny Little Creatures (Satan)

༺☆༻ Never Let Me Go (Mammon)

༺☆༻ Bombshell (Asmodeus)

༺☆༻ Just Say When (Leviathan)

༺☆༻ Shattered (Lucifer) TBA

[beels-burger-babe]

Time and Time Again

*** This fic is something I've been excited for ever since @dicetheroll, @rainiishowers, and I brainstormed the concept for it in the Hive Discord! It the most voted for the recent "Help Me Choose" post, so alas, Barbatos simps, this one's for you. I hope you all enjoy it ❤️-B ***

Summary: Barbatos loves MC. He has loved them for nearly as long as he has known. He goes back and relives every second that he can with them, over and over again. But, after experiencing a time line so many times, one begins to notice certain patterns — MC getting hurt, for example. And after one too many times, he decides that he can't stand idle by any longer.

*Spoilers up to Lesson 16*

The confusion, but glittering curiosity that shimmers in your eyes never ceases to excite him upon the inevitable first meeting. It's one that he's lived a thousand times, yet still, it remains one of Barbatos's favourites.

Sometimes, when he first gets there and hears Lord Diavolo and Lucifer discussing your new pact with Mammon, he'll see you — the slight twitch of irritation in your brow in the way they converse as though you're not there. The proud puff of your chest as they remain in awe of your achievement. The flickering of your gaze around you, ever alert and cautious — and he'll forget you're not an MC who knows him yet.

But there comes the moment, where your observant stare falls onto him and your soft lips purse.

"Who are you?" You ask, just as you have a thousand times before. He's memorized the question and the way your voice dictates the words.

To him, the question reads like poetry. Who are you? So innocently unaware of the history you've shared with him. As friends. As allies. As enemies. As lovers. You ask the question, completely unaware that you are his polar magnet — a ruthless force that constantly draws him in no matter how he may resist.

And resist he did — at first at least. He had responsibilities and duties. Diavolo was meant to be his priority, not a rambunctious human who had no concept of self-preservation. And yet

"Ah yes. Pardon me," he responds with a subtle grin. "I suppose we haven't met before, have we?"

There it is. The slight flush that painted your expression as he took your hand into his and kissed the back of it.

He already knew which way this route will be going, he decided it before he even entered the timeline.

He has seen you choked, and broken, and ripped to shreds. He has seen you destroyed both mentally and physically to the point that had become nothing but a shell. He has stood as a bystander as you lived a life with each and every one of the brothers, his lord, and even Simeon and Solomon — and he has witnessed both the good and bad endings of each of those relationships.

Time, as it seems, was not kind to you, despite all the kindness that you gave. It would chew you up and spit you out with every chance that it got.

But not this time. Barbatos would be sure of that.

This time, he spared no mind to being suspicious to others or acting out of character. His only concern was you and your safety — and in order to ensure your safety, he needed to become close with you as quickly as he could.

He spent your lunch hours by your side — claiming he needed your aid with paperwork or surveying the students. It would hurt your connection with Mammon, sure, but for all his efforts, Mammon never was all that great at his job of protecting you.

He, much to Diavolo's delight, would often invite you over for tea and dinners at the castle — it was a joy to be the one to introduce you to your favourite Devildom delicacy. The honor was usually reserved for Beelzebub, but he found he couldn't help himself.

It was after one of these dinners, as you aided him in doing the dishes that he dared to spark a conversation he had only initiated a handful of times before.

"MC?" he questioned as you scrubbed the porcelain plates with the same care and ease as one would when handling an ancient artifact.

"Hm?" You hummed in response, squinting your eyes to glare through the soap suds at a particularly tough stain.

He smirked knowingly as he set down his drying towel and faced you. "Make a pact with me."

He quickly reached down and caught the plate slipping through your fingers before you had time to even process you had dropped it. You blinked at him with wide eyes as he carefully set it back on the counter.

Barbatos could feel your gaze on his back — filled with pure shock and confusion. It was one he knew all too well.

You had told him once, after the first time he had ever proposed the pact, that you had never expected him to ask you this. Not in a million years. You knew he had a pact with Solomon, but no one truly knew how that particular agreement came to be (and he would much rather keep it that way). But you also knew how much trust went into bestowing a pact with someone. It was not something to take lightly.

"Barbatos," you breathed with awe on your tongue. "You ... Why?"

To protect you. To ensure that he could be by your side in an instant the second you call out for him. To keep you safe from the world — from time. To love you.

He smiled and went back to putting away the dishes as though he hadn't just offered his entire being to you. "You already have Mammon's. And I hear that you have a contest with Leviathan soon approaching to earn his. It seems you've become a collector of sort."

And if the promptness of the decision had anything to do with the lingering threat of Leviathan's rage during said competition, well, Barbatos was hardly one to offer spoilers.

You huffed and placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to face you. He reveled in the closeness. "This is serious. I- You're not usually one for jokes. I- I mean, pacts are a big deal, right? I'm just beginning to understand that. I-"

He gently scooped your hands into his own gloved ones and peered deeply into your eyes. "We're friends, are we not?" he couldn't help the flare of pride that ran through him as your expression grew flush. "I like to keep my friends close. I like to protect them. And this, this pact? It's the best way I can think of to keep you as protected as possible."

A frown dug at your lips as you tilted your head in confusion. "Isn't that what the brothers are for? Do you not trust them?"

Quite honestly, no. He didn't. More often than not it was them who were the very cause of your pain. He would never understand why his Lord thought that it was best to keep you there, with the brothers who had barely agreed to the program in the first place, over keeping you in the castle with them. But that was out of his control.

This, however, was not.

"I think they do the best they can," he answered instead as he peered down at your joined hands. He would never grow tired of just how nicely they fit together. "But this is different. It's a personal comfort that you're alright," your breath hitched as he his thumbs caressed your knuckles. "Would you allow me that one little peace, MC?"

"Okay," you whispered, and that oh-so-beautiful burn ran through him and branded itself into the base of both of your throats, just under your voice box.

He couldn't help but smile. Teal always looked so good on you.

He lifted a single hand to touch the mark — it was still warm to the touch. "Perfect," he muttered.

The pact was good. It meant you two were connected now. But it wasn't enough.

He knew from experience. The pact alone wouldn't prevent you from nearly dying in the competition. It wouldn't stop you from getting Leviathan's cursed album and finding your way to the attic.

It wouldn't stop Belphegor.

The night before the competition he made his way to the House of Lamentation with one goal in mind — to take the pendant of the Lord of Corruption's lost wing that Solomon had given you.

You hadn't spoken in detail with Simeon as Satan had advised you. Meaning this pendant was your only chance of winning the competition. Without it, you would lose, Leviathan would never go into a frenzy, the two of you would never form a pact, and most importantly, he would never give you the cursed TSL album that would allow you access to your doom.

Barbatos knew what this meant. He would be completely shredding apart the timeline and creating a number of unknowns.

But it had to be done. To save you.

As he was making his way out the door, a large hand on his shoulder stopped him in place.

Barbatos felt his heart nose dive from his chest to his stomach as he stared at the door not five feet in front of him. "I have to do this," he said firmly even as dread began to swirl within him.

"You know you can't," came the Young Lord's voice — calm, for once. Thick with morose solemn.

The butler swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat. "They're going to die.

"They will." "I can stop it." "No. You can't," Barbatos felt his hands begin to shake at the finality in his tone. "You know this. It's fate."

Anger boiled deep in his stomach at those words. "It's fate," Diavolo would always tell him, as though that excused the endless hardships you were forced to endure.

It wasn't fair, he knew that. Diavolo loved you just much as Barbatos himself did. But he didn't understand. How could he?

While he may be able to see through lies, he couldn't travel through time as Barbatos could. He didn't have the power to actually change fate like Barbatos did.

He wasn't the one who could do something, but has been forced to stand by and do nothing every single time and just watch.

Watch as your back broke and blood trickled out from your lips. Watch the soul leave your eyes as your face remained frozen in eternal horror. Watch as you died. Time, and time, and time, and time, and time, and time, and time again all because it was fate.

His hands twitched at his side. "Why?" He pleaded in grievous whisper. "Why not just this once? They live, and they'll be safe."

The grip on his shoulder tightened. "It's MC's fate to sacrifice themself for the betterment of the Devildom and those within it. Just as it was Lilith's fate to die so her brothers could fall and take their rightful place here. If it didn't happen here, and now, it would only happen later on. But in ways that we won't be prepared for."

"I know" he damn-near growled. Where Diavolo could only speak based on theory, Barbatos had lived it.

One time you were kidnapped by a rebellion who disagreed with the exchange program and publicly mutilated you as an example. The next, your head was sent to Mammon by the witches he loved to infuriate. In another, your soul was claimed by the very nature of the Devildom — torn apart by beasts and plants alike. And one more, the angels stole you to "train" and shape you until you're the perfect weapon against the Devildom that they'd been searching for.

And again, and again, and again.

"I hate it," he spits as exhaustion bleeds into his tone and his voice cracks. "No matter how many times I reset the timeline. No matter how many things I change, I-I can't-"

"You can't save them, Barbatos," a sob escapes him as Diavolo speaks. "I'm sorry, but you can't. It's ... It's impossible."

And that was it. Wasn't it? There were simply somethings that, no matter how hard you tried, you could simply never change.

A little over a week later, his pact ignited. He felt the air cut from his lungs. He felt his spine break into two. He felt the blood trickle down his throat and flood his lungs. He felt his stomach flip as he plummeted.

He felt you die. Just as you had before. Time and time again.

***Oh this may be on of my favourite fics I've written yet. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did! Thank you all again for endless love and support. You guys are the best community I could ever ask for. Love you all! ***

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[rainiishowers]

Alt Lesson 16 in Twin Feathers au is basically Azzy whooping Belphie's ass up and it took like 4-5 minutes for Mammon to come and drag his twin but nah Belphie's already out cold all electrocuted and sizzling ☠️

Just imagine- (Fair warning I don’t exactly remember the details of Lesson 16-)

———

The brothers heard the commotion in the attic, but it was Mammon who knew that Azrael went up there. The Avatar of Greed was already up in the attic when the other brothers met up on the ground floor.

The scene which Mammon comes to was MC lying unconscious behind Azrael with his twin in question standing with his weapons, which were crackling electricity. Belphegor, who he assumed was in the human world was also lying unconscious, electrocuted and sizzling.

“What in the hell happened?” Mammon sputters out a question.

Not only was Belphie here, his twin just beat the shit out of him. Mammon knew he must’ve had a reason, and Azrael did.

“You felt it too, didn’t you? MC was getting hurt.”

Mammon stays in stunned silence as he does recall feeling himself unable to breathe not too long ago. The feeling made him uncomfortable just thinking about it. A whirlwind inside Mammon's head was pulling his emotions all over the place. He felt confused, angry, worried and upset.

“Belphegor was the cause of that.” Azrael continues, nudging Belphie with his foot. Mammon could've guessed that, but the anger rises inside of him upon hearing that Belphie nearly killed MC. The next thing Azrael did was to check on MC, which Mammon also did. The two could tell that they were still alive, but their breathing was irregular. Mammon picks them up tenderly as if picking up a fragile object. His anger only continue to rise when the two hear footsteps The twins see Lucifer came up the stairs, clearly alarmed by the scene in front of him. Who wouldn't be? The human and the youngest of the brothers were both unconscious and one of them was sizzling. Both the twins of Greed also wants Lucifer to explain why the hell Belphie was even up here, among many other things. Mammon was the one to speak up, his arms curling around MC protectively as the electricity in the room became a lot more suffocating. "You have lots to explain, bro."

[nocreativityfornames]

The timing and occasion on which MC made the pacts with Lucifer and Belphegor should've been switched and here's why:

SPOILERS FROM LESSON 16 TO 20-14!!

I don't know if anyone has ever posted something similar to this but it's something I've been thinking about it for a while. I've never quite liked the way these two pacts were formed and to me, they were both timed weirdly and overall had little to no weight on the story, which sort of irritates me in a way.

I think our pact with Lucifer should've taken place at the party where MC was celebrated instead of the end of the season, it would've been much more meaningful that way and left way more impact than the disaster of a scene that lesson 20-14 was in my opinion. Because here's the thing:

Lucifer is the Avatar of Pride, one of the most powerful beings in all three realms, someone who's led an entire army through war and was maybe the first of his kind to rebel against its own creator. It's not easy to gain his respect, much less his trust, so for him to put his pride aside and offer a human the power to control his entire being, it's much more than a simple "possessive and horny confession", t's him placing his ultimate trust in someone, it's him showing just how much he's grown to care for you.

Because you deserve it. You were the human who put his dear family back together, who willingly ran head first into danger more than once just for the sake of protecting his brothers, who gave your life trying to help fix what he broke. You were much more than a simple exchange student, you were someone he had slowly come to cherish, who so gradually approached his heart that he didn't even notice you come in and before he knew it, all the irritation and distrust he felt towards you had turned into love and admiration. You were a precious presence in his life that he felt the need to protect but failed to do so.

So Lucifer offering to make a pact with you just shortly after all you had gone through was a way to let you know just how immensely grateful he was for all you had done for him and his family, to show you that you had not only earned his respect and trust but also his love. It was an apology for every time he had put you in harm's way and for not being there for you when you needed him the most. Lucifer offering you a pact it's him letting you know that he will never ever let anyone hurt you again and that he'll always be there for you from now on, it's him saying that you can lean on him as much as you need because you're now part of his family — the one thing he puts above all others and will do anything for.

Lucifer asking to make a pact with you it's him showing you mean the world to him while having no qualms about letting the whole three realms know you were remarkable enough to make the prideful Morning Star let go of his sin and give you all of him.

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Now, let's talk about Belphegor. As I've seen many point out, the reaction to MC's death after lesson 16 as whole was terrible. There was barely any acknowledgment of what happened, no apology coming from Belphegor, and the weirdest thing of all: MC was not only completely okay with being close to Belphegor but also the only one trying to help him when all the brothers were more than rightfully being awkward around him. So let's just put it this way: the whole situation was beyond bizarre and we all like to pretend it wasn't canon.

But back to the matter at hand: Canonically, MC's pact with Belphegor is formed at Diavolo's birthday party. After he disappears from the main hall where everyone is and MC goes to find him on their own. That itself already seems wrong, I mean, I don't know about you personally but if I had just been murdered by someone a few days/weeks ago, I definitely wouldn't want to leave the side of those I'm safe with to go find that person alone. But Canon!MC is very dumb and we can't do anything about it so our only choice is to follow him.

We are also not given the choice to refuse the pact when it's proposed nor MC has the chance to speak a word about it. Now the way I see this, it's a clear sign that MC doesn't want a pact with him. They are scared and pressured into making a pact with Belphegor because they're not sure what could happen if they refused. Because then again, this is the guy that murdered them not that long ago and laughed at their dead body like he was having the time of his life. And the last time MC refused to make a pact didn't exactly go well either, with Satan shoving them into a bookshelf and threatening the hell out of them.

And if Satan reacted like that, imagine Belphegor. And there was no one around either, Canon!MC had made the stupid decision to go find Belphegor on their own and had no one to protect them at the moment. So they have no choice, they are frozen with fear and are ""forced"" to make a pact with him even though they dread the idea. It's just awful and I hate that scene so much I can't even put it into words.

MC's pact with Belphegor shouldn't have been formed so early. They should've had the time to heal from all the trauma, time to distance themselves from Belphegor, and to process everything they had been through. And then only later they would slowly start to warm up to him again, after they know for a fact he's truly sorry for what he did and deeply regrets it. After they are ready to face him.

And for Belphegor's pact with MC to be formed on their last day in the Devildom, it would've simply been beautiful. Because then Belphegor would've also had the time to learn to appreciate MC, to realize how special they truly were, for what he did to become one of the biggest regrets he's ever carried. Belphegor would've had the time to see right in front of him how you treated those you had a pact with, time to realize that to you, a pact wasn't about gaining power and status, but about forming a deeper connection with someone.

The pacts you shared were proof of your strong bond with his brothers and all the love you had for them. And honestly, it broke his heart to be the only one in the family who didn't have that kind of connection with you. But he wouldn't dare ask for it, he couldn't ask for it. He didn't have the right, not after what he did to you that day. You were nice enough to forgive him, to treat him with kindness when all he deserved was your hate and loathing. He couldn't ask for more, no matter much he wished to.

So when you come around and ask him for a pact on your last night in the Devildom, he couldn't have felt happier. To know that you had come to trust him like that again even after all he did, for you to love him enough to want his pact mark on you for the rest of your life, it felt nothing short of incredible. He wondered what he had done to deserve you, because someone as caring and sweet as you should have no business staying close to someone as rotten as him. But he gladly accepts the pact after you confirm to him that's truly what you want. Belphegor then hugs you as tight as he can, sobbing in your embrace as he is filled with both the happiness of your newly formed pact and the sadness that you have to leave.

MC being the one to ask for a pact with Belphegor shows that they've come to trust him just as much as his brothers. And the pact itself is a sign that they've both come to overcome their past traumas and now feel more than comfortable with each other. It's proof of the strong and unbreakable bond they have.

[devildomangel]

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

Belphie: Say no more

[rashomonss]

hi!! i've followed around since ch4 of a humans wrath and i am so proud of you for coming this far in your journey!!! your writing is so heart wrenching and it's so comforting in a way that it's such a good material to come to if i want a good cry!!!

so i've come forward to please request "You can't even look me in the eyes, can you?" with beel and it's like trauma of ch16 with them being twins and all.

it's fine if you don't accept it!! i just want to show my appreciation for your writing as it's rlly rlly good!!!

omg you’ve followed me for a good while, i feel so honored that you still enjoy my work!! ♡

I’m so glad you think that honestly, it just makes me so happy, I’m crying rn anon, if I knew who you were I’d follow you back rn bc you’re so sweet (╥﹏╥)

ily sm and I just want you to know I’m so thankful for your support, truly, I hope you continue to enjoy my work as well as a humans wrath! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡

also you meant lesson 16 in nightbringer right?? because i was a bit confused for a second, bc im a bit dumb, but anyways i did enjoy writing this quite a bit so i hope you do enjoy! (also I was being feeling nice so this one ended with comfort)

love ya! ♡

warnings: possible nightbringer lesson 16 spoilers

“please don’t blame yourself”

You had canceled the summoning spell in Lucifer’s office and thankfully the banshee was nowhere to be found. However the trouble didn’t end there, in fact it had only just begun.

Belphie rushed over to his twin and asked profusely if he was okay, due to him looking as if he was going to fall over from sheer stress.

Beel nodded and stayed silent as Satan explained to the rest of his brothers the two different circumstances in which you hear a banshee cry. This caused an uproar and Belphie began to question his brother with a concerned expression.

Beel answered every question his twin had, but not once did he dare to look at him. And as he finished the story of what had happened, he could feel Belphie’s eyes burn a hole in his head due to how much he was staring at him.

“So you’ve heard one cry before…you’ve never mentioned anything about that…” Belphie said, stepping closer to his twin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep it from you, I don’t want you to be upset”

“Beel, you misunderstand! I’m not mad at you at all, none of this was your fau-“

“If I had known what that was then I could’ve told Lucifer and maybe we wouldn’t have lost Lilith…” Beel had said.

You heard the strain in his voice as he spoke to his twin, each word that left his mouth was laced with regret and guilt…but why was that? It wasn’t his fault.

“Beel it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have know-“ Belphie pleaded.

Beel cut his twin off mid sentence and raised his voice slightly. “But I should’ve. It’s all my fault Belphie, I could’ve prevented this.”

“No you couldn’t have!”

“Yes I could’ve! Maybe then we all wouldn’t be down here, maybe then we’d still be happily up in the Celestial Realm with Lilith. If I had known we all could’ve seen her smile again. She’d be here with us now, instead of facing a cruel death”

Beel’s voice echoed through Lucifer’s study as all his brothers looked at him with mixed reactions. None of them had ever heard him raise his voice in such a way, and it shocked most of them into silence, including his twin.

Asmo, Mammon, and Levi looked to you for assistance after his outburst, while Satan looked at Beel with an expression that held a mixture of hurt and resentment.

Belphie finally looked at Beel with a sad expression and furrowed his eyebrows slightly. “Beel, you need to understand that none of this was your fault. It was never your fault to begin with.”

“You don’t understand. I had the chance to change things but I didn’t. I didn’t come through for you when you needed me, now because of that all of you have to suffer because I never said anything. I caused this Belphie”

“Beel..” his twin said with such sorrow.

You’ve heard the twins talk about things and slightly argue with each other before, but they always end up getting over it or solving the situation before it gets worse. This time you're not so sure.

The dejected atmosphere that engulfed Lucifer’s study was so thick you began to feel suffocated. And you could tell you weren’t the only one; as the rest of the brothers watched the twins speak, each began to slowly back away towards you for reassurance.

“Ever since the night of the dinner party and what Lucifer said, I keep thinking about what happened…and I wish I could go back and change things, so that this never happened in the first place.”

“Beel..!”

“We wouldn’t have lost Lilith, Belphie…and you wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.”

“What do you mean..?” Belphie asked softly as he looked at his twin with an uneasy expression.

“I know you feel guilty because you survived and she didn’t…”

At this point Belphie stood there in silence as he looked at the ground for an answer, but nothing came to mind. This throat ran dry.

“Beel please look at me…” Belphie asked, stepping closer to his twin. He realized that during their whole conversation Beel hadn’t looked him in the eyes once.

Beel however took a few weary steps back as Belphie approached him. His gaze continued to be locked on the floor as he stood there silently avoiding his twin.

“Beel, please just look at me, that’s all I’m asking right now. Please.” Belphie pleaded.

Beel shook his head as his gaze reminded on the floor. You swore you could see tears begin form in his eyes.

You watched the youngest demon brother completely break down in front of you when his twin continued to ignore his pleads. You had never seen Belphie like that…ever. This was a new side of him you were now experiencing, but you can’t say you exactly like the broken expression he was currently wearing.

“You can’t even look me in the eyes can you?”

“I’m sorry Belphie…it should have been me, not Lilith-“

“Shut up! Don’t you dare say that again. Don’t you dare think that ever, you hear me, Lilith decided to fight that day because she wanted to, just like all of us. So don’t you ever give me that crap you hear!” Belphie screamed.

Beel’s eyes widened slightly and he finally looked up to see his twin with an upset expression as tears streamed down his face.

“Belphie-“

“Enough Beel…all that matters as of right now is that you’re here with all of us okay?”

After Belphie spoke, you then added to his statement and reassured the Avatar of Gluttony, as tears streamed down his face when you spoke to him softly.

The rest of his brothers, including Satan, assured him that what happened was meant to happen, and that all that matters right now in the “present” is that they all have each other. Belphie smiled and hugged Beel, claiming he wouldn’t trade anything in the world for him as Beel tightly hugged him back while a few stray tears fell down his cheeks.

Soon all of you joined the group hug and smiled happily as Beel wiped the tears from his eyes and thanked everyone.

[mephisto-feels]

my goal this summer is to post an obey me x reader/mc (mediumfic? longfic?) american roadtrip vacation fic. because i am tired of writing angst

[dear-departed]

Three weeks

Short little drabble, I hope you enjoy this as much as I didn't. Love you though, don't have fun <3

Lesson 16 spoilers ahead (warnings below cut for people who don't want the spoilers)

Warnings: Angst. Heavy angst. Angry Satan, delusions, grief, timeline where MC is super dead, all caps because this is a drabble and not a fic and I wrote this at 6 in the morning and could give less of a shit about grammar or whatever

Brief: Mammon convinces himself that MC is alive and it causes drama

Word count: 1.2K

Three weeks since MC’s death. 

Three weeks since the youngest of the demon brothers strangled MC to death. Since Mammon saw his human’s corpse laying on the floor, their throat mangled with claw marks marring their beautiful skin. Belphie’s tail had left harsh lines on their legs, and the blood coating his youngest brother’s fingers were telling of the pain they’d endured before they’d died. 

Belphegor. The same, sweet, sleepy, brother, he’d taken to the amusement park with Beelzebub all those years ago. The same brother who innocently fell asleep in his soup every other night at dinner. Who he watched grow up. 

MC. The same human who arrived in the Devildom from an exchange student program that Diavolo had arranged. The human who won his heart the first few days they were there, who made a pact with him. He was their first man.  

His heart was crushed. He wanted to blame anyone else but Belphie, but anger overwhelmed him. How dare he rip MC from his grasp?  

Every morning he woke up expecting them to respond to something from the silly little house of Lamentation group chat. He would burst into their room to see nothing. Their bed still messy from the last morning they’d woken up from.  

To help with the hole in his heart, he began to impersonate them, he made a group chat with himself, using a spare phone and creating another contact with their name. He would talk back and forth with himself while crying, trying to think of how they would respond to certain things.  

What he would give to have them of all people call him stupid again. 

Eventually, though, things began to return to normal for him. Everyone else still grieved, Belphegor was still locked in the dungeon, everyone was depressed, but he started to seem happier, as if nothing had ever happened.  

All of the brothers had taken at little time off from school, absolutely devastated after what had happened, so everyone just stayed in their room most of the day aside from meal time. 

It was breakfast one morning, not a word was spoken as everybody picked at their food, even Beel was less ferocious than usual.  

None of them could ignore the fact that Mammon was filling up a second plate. He was pouring another glass of MC’s favorite juice. He set it at the place beside himself, humming softly as he ate a little bit of egg. 

Lucifer raised a brow, sipping on a hot cup of coffee. “Hungry today, Mammon?” 

“Yep!” He ignored Lucifer’s implication. 

“Mammon, move your other plate.” Leviathan had emerged from his room, the circles and bags beneath his eyes darker than normal.  

“Get your own spot! MC’s gonna sit here!” Mammon huffed. “Damn otaku, you don’t get to boss me around.” He grumbled, stuffing another forkful of food into his mouth.  

The room went dead silent. Nobody took another bite aside from Mammon, all of them just staring at him in sad astonishment. 

Asmo’s lip quivered as he looked away, the sound of their name scraping against his ear drums like nails on a chalkboard. 

“Mammon. Just move it.” Levi sighed, his heart heavy in his chest as he tried not to think of them, of their last moments together.  

“No!” He snapped, forcefully putting his silverware down. “I’m sick of you all acting like MC doesn’t exist! How many damn times do I gotta tell you all?! They’re tired, they said they’ll be down in a minute!”  

Lucifer couldn’t help but notice the white-knuckle grip Satan had on his fork, his hand shaking, jittering the table space around him, his glass of milk sloshing around in its cup.  

The first born shook his head, glaring at Mammon. “Mammon, be quiet!” he scolded. 

“Like you’re one to talk! You never knock to check up on them! They’d probably appreciate it if you at least acted like you care! -”  

The Avatar of Greed was cut off by Satan, whose snout was wrinkled into an ugly sneer. He stabbed his fork into the table, standing to his feet and knocking his chair over. Angry tears flowed from his eyes, his face red. “MAMMON YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He screamed, his other hand gripping the table so hard his nails left marks in it.  

“You get their name out of your lying-” he put one foot on the table, standing on top of it. “-Dirty-” he took a step closer, stomping on a plate of waffles “-slimy-” another step “-disgusting-” he tipped over a pitcher of juice with his foot, spilling it over Asmo’s lap, who broke out into sobs “-unworthy mouth!” He hopped off the edge of the table, now standing menacingly a few feet away from Mammon, who remained in his seat. 

The second born said nothing. 

“So now you’re playing the quiet game because I’m angry, hm?” Satan seethed out. He saw nothing but red, his whole body hot with rage.  

“...No... I just don’t get why you all don’t like them so much! They’re nice when you get to know ‘em!” He stood up, taking a few hesitated steps backward.  

“Are you crazy?! MC’s dead! They’re just fucking dead! And you need to stop living in your own goddamned dream land and wake the hell up and smell the roses!” Satan stalked toward him. 

“Satan.” Beelzebub stood up, a sad look in his eyes. He knew when it came down to it, he would have to restrain the middle child, but he wasn’t up to it, especially not today.  

Both brothers were already in their demon form, a low growl emitting from Satan’s throat. “Shut up, Beel.” 

“Satan.” Beel repeated, now shifting into his demon form. 

“Don’t ‘Satan’ me! How do we know you don’t think like him? Like that excuse for an avatar?!” The blonde whirled around to glower at the glutton. “How do we know you didn’t help him? What If you wanted them dead all along, too?” 

“Don’t talk about Belphie like that. He was just...” 

“HE WAS JUST WHAT, BEEL?” Satan’s voice shook as he screamed. “JUST A MONSTER? JUST... JUST A DUMBASS WHO KNOWS NO BOUNDS?!” 

“I SAID DON’T TALK ABOUT MY BROTHER LIKE THAT!” Beel was now shouting back, his deep voice booming, the pain obvious as his tone was uneven.  

“You threatened to kill them when you and Lucifer swapped bodies, Satan!” Asmo sobbed “don’t at like you’re so perfect!” 

“Yes, Asmo. I did threaten to kill them. But I didn’t actually strangle them! I didn’t look at them and go ‘I should strangle this person who has done nothing but help me’. MC helped Belphegor and that heathen responded to them with nothing but violence!” 

“THAT’S ENOUGH! All of you, settle down! Mammon, MC is gone, there is nothing we can do about it!” Lucifer unleashed his demon form, his silky black wings unfurling behind him. 

“AND YOU! NONE OF THIS WOULD’VE FUCKING HAPPENED IF YOU DIDN’T CHOOSE THE WORST TIME TO PUT US OVER DIAVOLO! Of all of the times, we needed you, Lucifer! All the shit you’ve kept from us, all for Diavolo, you decide to lie to us through your stupid teeth just to try and protect Belphie?! And you both chose to house MC here when you knew there was a homicidal maniac in the attic?!”