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ohbae-me · 4 years

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"and then i knew that i could become homesick for you too" or "I missed being with you like this" with mammon, please !

Hope it’s okay I combined these two! They just worked so perfectly. Again, this ended up longer than planned, and I even had to shorten it down and stop myself from adding on another couple thousand words. I have too many Mammon feels. I hope this one is okay! I had a lot I wanted to add, but felt like it was too much..

Mammon x MC; SFW, fluff

Ever since MC had gone home, an air of gloom had stuck around the House of Lamentation. No one had talked about it, but it went without saying that things were just much less interesting without the constant shenanigans MC used to rope them all into somehow.

Lucifer had expected there to be an adjustment period after she left, seeing how close all seven of his brothers had gotten with her. Even the eldest himself had to admit that he missed her. But what Lucifer hadn’t anticipated was Mammon’s reaction. He’d known his younger brother was closest to the human, and that he’d cared for her a great deal. However, Lucifer had known him for thousands of years. Watched him chase many romantic feats, for better or worse. Mammon had always lost interest quickly, pursuing his next venture with renewed vigor. Whether it be his next money making scheme, or his next fling, Mammon never sulked for long. It was probably the one aspect of Mammon’s personality that Lucifer actually admired.

It had been several months now since she’d returned home. It was time for Lucifer to step in. Discreetly, of course.

As he’d made his way around the rooms for surprise inspections, he’d casually let it slip to Mammon that he’d be gone the next day as he had important business in the human world. And it just so happens that it’s in the same city as their former exchange student.

Lucifer put on a good show of initially denying Mammon the chance to accompany him. He let him beg and plead his little heart out before the first born oh so graciously agreed to let him come.

Mammon had been laying on his bed, aimlessly flipping through various apps on his phone. Nothing quite seemed to peak his interest though, he thought with a sigh. His eyes fell on his home screen, a photo of him and MC with the alien-panda stuffie she had made. The one still sitting on his bed that he often woke up clutching.

He had been so lost in thought, he almost hadn’t noticed Lucifer enter his room for inspection. He barely acknowledged his elder brother as he went about his business, until he heard Lucifer mention that he’d be visiting the human world. Specifically MC’s home city.

Mammon couldn’t fly out of bed fast enough to block Lucifer from leaving the room. He’d begged and pleaded and made more promises than he’d probably ever be able to keep, but Lucifer had finally agreed.

He would get to see MC again!

Mammon spent the rest of the night outlining how he’d wanted it to go. He’d planned the perfect lines. She’d be so impressed by how suave he was! He wondered if she’d hug him tight and tell him she missed him, like he himself has been so desperate to do. He hadn’t gotten to say everything he’d wanted to before she left, and the regret seized his heart and mind every single day that she’d been gone.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

The next morning, Mammon beat Lucifer to his study. He’d been leaning against the doorway, tapping his foot when the eldest turned the corner, eyebrow quirked. He knew Mammon would be eager, but it was almost unheard of for any of his brothers to beat him anywhere.

Lucifer, deciding not to push to matter, simply handed Mammon a slip of paper with an address written on it.

“Don’t forget, if you do anything to cause Lord Diavolo or myself any problems whatsoever-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mammon waved it off. He knew his punishment if he caused any trouble, and he certainly wasn’t going to risk never being able to visit MC again. “Best behavior and whatnot.”

Lucifer sighed. He hoped he wouldn’t regret this.

It had been a while since Mammon had last been allowed to roam the human world, but he found it familiar still. It was a lot like MC had described to him. He found a taxi easily enough, and gave the driver the address.

Mammon’s heart raced as the cab pulled up to an apartment building. It looked classy compared to some of the other places they had passed, and Mammon was impressed. Once he was standing outside her door though, Mammon felt himself falter, mind blank. Damn it! He’d planned this out so perfectly too! Every last line meticulously devised to impress MC when he finally saw her again.

His heart stopped altogether when he heard the lock click and handle turn. He stood there frozen, arm raised like he was about to knock, face to face with a wide eyed MC.

“Mammon?! You scared me half to death! What are you doing here?!” She stood there in shock, hand over her chest trying to calm her heart. She hadn’t expected someone to be standing right there, let alone a demon.

Words, Mammon, words! He scolded himself.

“W-well, I happened to have some very important business here, and I figured you must be dyin for a visit from THE Mammon! You should be honored-”

He was cut off by a squeal, followed by MC throwing herself at him, her arms locking around his neck in death grip.

“I’m so happy to see you, Mammon! I missed you so much.” He thinks he hears her voice wavering, like she’s about to cry. He feels something bloom deep in his chest under her warmth. He lets himself drop the act, wrapping his arms tightly around MC’s waist, burying his face in her hair. It felt so familiar, and just so damned perfect that it hurt.

He doesn’t know how long they stood like that, but he felt her pull away and reluctantly loosened his grip. She took his hand and pulled him into her apartment. Her place was nice, he thought. Clean, spacious, and very much MC.

“You should have told me you were coming! I would have planned something fun to do."

"Nah, we don’t have to go out or nothin’, let’s just hangout here.” Mammon said as he took in the surprisingly lavish apartment. “Nice place.”

“We’ll I had to find somewhere new after I got back seeing as my old apartment was occupied. At least Lord Diavolo and Barbatos had my stuff moved to storage while I was gone so I didn’t lose my things. Turns out I had a fair amount of money in my account when I returned, and this place just kinda fell in my lap.” She shrugged.

She gave him a quick tour, and he couldn’t help but smile when they got to her bedroom. She had modeled it to look almost identical to the one she lived in back home. Just more human-like. Instead of enchantment lanterns, she’d hung coloured string lights above her bed. Various plants bloomed all around the room, and there was even a desk and bookcase that looked like they were pulled right out of the Devildom.

“Should we order food and watch a movie then? Just like old times?” She asked him. “On me, of course.”

“Woohoo! That’s a good human.” She laughed as he ruffled her hair and he felt his body warm at the sound. He didn’t realize just how much he’d missed it. How much he needed to hear it again.

As the night went on MC told Mammon all about her new life in the human world. She had made new work friends, and one gentleman in particular had seemed quite sweet on her. Mammon didn’t like him. But, she seemed happy and enthusiastic, so he listened, interjecting his own opinions when needed. He could listen to her talk about anything, honestly. All he really cared about was that they were cuddled up together on her couch, eating pizza like they always did.

It was late when they’d finally gotten around to watching the movie. He’d noticed MC kept looking over at him throughout the film, then she’d look away quickly and busy herself by picking at loose threads in her blanket. It was starting to make him anxious.

“Ehh, you keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?"

"It’s just… it doesn’t feel the same here anymore. The human world I mean. I’ve tried so hard to make it feel normal..” She avoided his gaze, back to picking at her blanket. “But you being here with me, it feels like home."

Mammon’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted to say something cool, but found he couldn’t. He took in the sad expression on her face and reached over to grab her arm, pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her. Had she been just as troubled as he had been since she’s returned? The thought of her sitting here sad and alone felt like someone was ripping his heart right out of his chest.

"I missed being with you like this, too.” The rest of the movie went forgotten as they snuggled into each other, both unwilling to let go for fear that this might have to end.

Mammon always got what he wanted, one way or another. He was going to find a way to bring MC back to the Devildom where she belonged.

And he’d promised her as such as he slipped the ring off his pinky and onto hers.

He’d figure out the details later. Right now he just wanted to enjoy this. He wiped away the tears that had slipped down her cheek and finally got the rest of those kisses he had missed out on that day on the balcony.

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years

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Vermillion Skies

{part Eight}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: hurt, comfort, angst, some fluff

Pairing: Mc x Lucifer (pre-established relationship)

Written for F!MC

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

CW: Depictions of blood/gore, mild suicidal Ideations, Imprisonment, catatonia, PTSD, flashbacks to instances of sexual violence, panic attacks, anxiety, swearing.

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Lucifer groaned as his eyes opened to the dim light of the unfamiliar room he found himself in. His head throbbed endlessly, and he tried to recall what lead to this situation. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was returning home after that meeting with Diavolo and then...wait...

Fuck!

He bolted up and whipped his head around in a panic, trying desperately to find any trace of you in the small room he was now caged in. The audio of your pained wails echoed through his head, and the disturbing images of you being touched so inappropriately by Solomon flashed in front of his eyes.

“Mc!?” He shouted as he tried to stand, but immediately collapsed on the ground. His body was still adjusting to consciousness as the effects of the tranquilizer continued to wear off. He winced at the pain he felt upon hitting the cement floor. He shook off the ache and slowly lifted himself up on his hands and knees. He continued to take in his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was...

And more importantly- where you were.

The only thing in the room that caught his attention was Mammon, who laid unconscious in the opposite end of the cell. The floor around him was caked in dirt and stained vermillion from the blood of those who’s fates ended here. Scratch marks lined the brick walls in a seemingly sporadic pattern- as if something had been trying to escape. The only break in the brick was a door- the gaps in the metal bars allowed Lucifer to see through them, but the darkness from the hall outside his cage disrupted his sight.

Lucifer began to recognize the area around him as the cells beneath the Demon Lord’s castle- which were often used for torturing lower demons who had been found guilty of treason. His breathing became rapid as the memories came flooding back to him. He remembered nearly strangling Solomon to death after seeing his fist shoved into your vagina. Lucifer’s heart sank at the realization that he wasn’t sure when - or if- he was going to see you again as a result of his actions.

Tears begin to well behind his eyes as he remembered how terrified he was at the realization that you were alone without him, and in so much paid...all because of the plot that Solomon, Simeon, and Diavolo had concocted behind his back.

How could I be so oblivious. His thoughts echoed loudly in his head. Can I declare myself as her lover if I can’t even protect her?

Lucifer tightened his fists as the tears he had been trying to hold back fell freely. He gritted his teeth and took in shuddered breaths, quiet sobs pushing their way out of his trembling form. He couldn’t comprehend why you have had to go through so much torment over the past two weeks- and he further could not comprehend why he couldn’t manage to save you from a single moment of it. He felt so much guilt- so much responsibility- for the fate that had befallen you.

I’ve failed her. The thought wormed its way through his brain and echoed repeatedly as his quiet sobs turned to louder weeps. The amount of pain that was locked away inside his chest now exploded out freely- the agony he felt at experiencing not only the emotional and physical pain of the past two weeks, but also the pain he felt in imagining how you were feeling- both physically and mentally- and how he was helpless as you went through that grief alone.

A soft groan from beside him jolted him away from his thoughts. He sat back on his knees and brushed the back of hand by his eyes, wiping away the tears he was once again trying to control. Mammon had rolled over onto his back and was rubbing his eyes groggily as he regained his sensibilities.

“Ugh...” Mammon pulled his hands away from his eyes. His was horse as he muttered to the ceiling. “What happened? Where..?”

Lucifer swallowed hard and tried to think of a response, but all his mind was able to produce was images of you being repetitively abused. He tried to shake the images off, but they just keep flooding his mind. His breath hitched as he tried to regain his composure.

Mammon heard the sudden sharp inhale and snapped his attention toward Lucifer. He felt his stomach turn at the sight of the eldest brother before him. He was kneeling only a few feet away from him, and his entire body was shaking. Lucifer’s clothing was tattered, dirty, and splattered in blood, and his hair was strewn about his face in a disorderly manner- which was completely unusual for his typical presentation. His face was and forearms were littered in cuts and bruises, and a large rash coated his throat from where Levi’s tail had gripped him. Those crimson eyes that usually held so much confidence and superiority were now blood-shot, dull, and glossy from the tears that had fallen just moments before. Mammon could see the absolute despondency that was now fully on display in his expression. Lucifer’s bottom lip was trembling as he clearly tried as hard as he could to hold back his tears. He looked so lost and terrified- almost like a small puppy that had been abandoned in the rain. The bold fortitude that was so ever-present in his demeanor was no where to be seen

“L--Lucifer?” Mammon squeaked out his name as his own awareness of his surroundings began to hit him. “Where are we? Where’s Mc?!”

Lucifer hung his head and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt so much shame for Mammon having seen him like this, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He wrapped his arms around his stomach and A small whimper escaped from his trembling lips as the tears forced their way back out.

Mammon jolted back in shock at sight of Lucifer completely losing it. He shakily dragged himself to the broken demon before him as his body still tried to rid itself of the effects of the sedative. He hesitated before gently pressing a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. The lack of response from Lucifer shocked him, as he was never one to desire being touched by anyone but you. Mammon Sighed as he felt his own eyes sting with fresh tears. He slowly pulled Lucifer into an embrace and let him cry into his shoulder.

Lucifer tightened his grip around himself as Mammon rubbed his back gently- attempting to comfort the shattered pride of his closest brother. Lucifer felt too much shame to return the warm embrace Mammon had pulled him into, but he also couldn’t find the strength to pull away from him. He felt so fragile in this moment, and cursed himself for not being able to pull together the strength to try to figure out a way out of the mess he and Mammon had found themselves trapped in. He felt hatred toward himself for the weakness that was now enveloping him.

He felt himself thinking about you and how scared you probably were. What was happening to you now? Did you think he had abandoned you? Lucifer nearly found himself praying that you would still love him despite his evident failure, but he wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t.

As he wept, the tranquilizer continued to play tricks on his mind. For a moment, he imagined you holding him instead of Mammon. You pulled back from him, placing your forehead delicately against his. The vague minty scent of your breath hitting his face made the hallucination feel so real. Your soft [eye color] eyes looked deeply into his. He tried to look away, not wanting you to see his shame, but you pulled his face back up to meet yours. Your fingers caressed his cheeks so delicately- it almost felt as if you were a ghost.

“Luci.” You cooed to him, your voice hazy and distant as a result of the sedative. “I won’t ever stop loving you.”

He felt more tears fall as he squeezed his eyes shut. He savored the feeling of your hand caressing his face so gently- and tried desperately to hold onto every word that left your soft pink lips.

“I don’t blame you.”

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You snapped open your eyes at the sound of Lucifer’s body colliding with the wall. Before you stood Lord Diavolo in all of his demonic glory, an icy expression painted on his features as his chest heaved from the effort of releasing Solomon from your lover’s grasp. You turned your head and saw Lucifer’s eyes flutter close as he collapsed to the ground.

“L-Luci!” You called out to him in desperation. Panic built within your chest as you received no response from your lover.

You knew that he fully intended on killing Solomon. It’s not like you wanted him to...Despite everything, you knew Solomon was really trying to help. But what could you do about it? You were pinned to the bed by 4 incredibly strong demons- rendered completely immobile.

“Mc?” You recognized Asmodeus’ soft voice from above you and you turned your attention to his face, which hovered about 6 inches above yours. His grip on your shoulders had released significantly, and his eyes glistened with guilt for having contributed to the harm caused to you by the torturous pap-smear exam.

The other brother’s noticed Asmo relinquish his hold on you, and they all followed suit. Beel leaned back up from your abdomen, but kept one hand gently resting on your stomach. Belphie released your right thigh, and Satan lessened his grip on your left. You felt your ability to breathe return somewhat with their holds weakening, but the sight of Lucifer’s unmoving form prevented you from taking full breaths. Tears once again formed in your eyes as you tried to convince yourself the entire events of today had been just a terrible nightmare.

Perhaps you would just wake up next to Lucifer like normal, and share a tight embrace in the dull morning glow as you told him about the awful dream.

“Barbatos, Is Solomon going to be alright?” Diavolo turned his attention to the butler, who had just helped the sorcerer to his feet.

Barbatos sighed and refused to meet his eyes. “Yes. It may take a few days for his throat to fully heal, but other than that he will be fine.”

Diavolo nodded. “Good. Solomon, did you manage to finish the procedure?”

Solomon nodded slowly, still trying to catch his breath. “S-she may need some more b-balm in a few days, but I c-can leave that to L-Lucifer.”

Diavolo nodded and gestured to the door. “If the both of you could, Please attend to the others in the Hall.”

Others? Your attention turned to the open door, and your heart dropped at the sight of the 3 bodies that lay strewn in front of the door. Mammon lay with his back twisted in an unnatural way- deep scratches and blood coating his face and neck. You couldn’t see much of Simeon, only the tips of his wings and a few stray feathers that were coated in crimson slick. Levi was the only one who appeared to be conscious, and like Mammon his body was covered in scratches. He slowly rose to his feet while clutching his arm- which appeared to be dislocated.

The distraction prevented you from noticing Diavolo had approached you, the other brothers moving away from you in the process. He reached one of his large hands down to wipe a stray tear from your cheek and you froze under his touch. Your thoughts were still racing, and stray images of the demon who had raped you continued flashing in front of your eyes as he spoke.

“I would like to offer you my sincerest of apologies, Mc.” Diavolo’s voice was low as he spoke to you. He knelt down by your side so he could more appropriately converse with you. He winced at the sight of your terror-stricken expression. “It was not supposed to happen this way.”

You swallowed hard and met his eyes. You parted your lips to speak, but no sound came out.

He softened his expression further, and gave you a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry about talking right now. You need to get some rest. Fortunately, Solomon finished what he needed to do, so we dont have the need to bring you to the human world for treatment.”

If the events of today had gone differently, those words would have provided you with some comfort. However, after the traumatizing experience of the pap-smear and watching your lover be knocked completely unconscious- you had found yourself just wishing you were dead.

Diavolo noticed your lack of response and the sorrowful look that decorated your features. He sighed and dropped his gaze to the floor, thinking of what he could say to further reassure you. “I am going to take Lucifer and Mammon back to the castle with me. Would you like to join us?”

You shot him a quick hopeful glance. The last thing you wanted right now was to be away from Lucifer. “Y-yes.”

He gave you a small smile and rose to his feet. He nodded to your posterior as he spoke. “Would someone release her legs from those torture devices now?”

Satan nodded and quickly moved to help you out of your confines. He ordered Beelzebub to strip his shirt from his body so you would have something to cover most of you as they got you up. Beel obliged without hesitation. The shirt draped well past your hips, coming to a rest just barely above your knees. Satan moved to grab a pair of Lucifer’s underwear from the dresser near his unmoving body. Beel helped hold you steady as they moved you to a standing position, and Satan pulled the boxers up your legs, resting the band on your hips and draping the over-sized shirt back over you. He winced upon the realization that you were still bleeding, and his hands were now coated in the warm ruby liquid.

“Is this enough cover for you?” Belphie was not sure if you would feel comfortable in the limited clothing that had been draped across your body.

You nodded slowly, stealing a glance back at Lucifer. You flinched as Beelzebub moved to carry you bridal-style. He gave you a soft grimace, as if to silently apologize for startling you.

Diavolo walked toward your lover and removed his coat from his shoulders, and draped the fabric over you. A sense of relief at the sensation of the warm coat hugging your body moved through you and eased your anxiety slightly. You closed your eyes and breathed in the faint musk that released from the fabric. You felt tears sting behind your eyes once more, and you nuzzled your head against Beelzebub’s chest, trying to hide your face from the others.

Asmo ensured to pick up the note that Lucifer had left for you earlier off the floor before following Beelzebub and Belphegor out the bedroom door. He wanted to ensure you had a piece of him with you while you rested, and figured you’d appreciate seeing the sweet note while you were restrained from seeing him.

Levi and Simeon were now both conscious and walking behind the brothers slowly, supporting each other as they moved. Barbatos had lifted Mammon over his shoulder, and kept a close distance behind them as they exited the house and made their way toward the castle.

Diavolo lifted Lucifer’s limp body over his shoulder in the same manner that Barbatos had Mammon, and moved to follow behind them. He soon paused as he saw Satan and Solomon had stayed behind to collect the instruments. Solomon was holding a small jar in his hands, and Satan was staring at it intently- his expression a mixture between rage, disgust, and mourning.

“What’s that?” Diavolo asked the question, but he already had a feeling that he knew what the contents of the jar was.

Solomon looked up to him sadly. “What we had feared.”

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Lucifer perked up upon hearing footsteps approach the cell. He nudged Mammon, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. After his initial breakdown upon waking up here, Lucifer adjusted himself and found a new way to look at their current situation. He knew that Diavolo had probably put them here to keep his other brothers, Simeon, and Solomon safe from his wrath- which had now resurfaced upon the specific memories of the events that had taken place in his bedroom coming back to him. He and Mammon had sat for hours discussing how they could move forward after this.

Barbatos appeared in front of the cell door and peered at the two eldest brothers, leaning against the adjacent wall. “Good afternoon. How are the two of your fairing thus far?”

Mammon scoffed, sarcasm and hatred dripping from his words as he spoke. “Oh its goin’ great! There’s nothin’ I love more than sleepin’ on the hard ground! The cockroaches are nice companions too!”

Lucifer was unmoved by his comments, no longer caring about how Mammon spoke to the royals. His tone was flat and expressionless as he spoke his piece. “What do you want? I am assuming you’re not going to free us.”

Barbatos sighed, frustration evident within his mannerisms. “I would actually like nothing more than to release you both, but I am under strict supervision to ensure I don’t do so.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at him. “I beg your pardon?”

Barbatos crossed his arms over his chest. He looked quickly behind him, then back to Lucifer. “I am absolutely enraged at the fact the two of you are in this predicament right now. Diavolo had no right to do the things he did and expect you to react calmly.”

Lucifer rose from his seated position and approached the bars, the effects of the tranquilizer had completely worn off hours before, so he was able to maneuver normally. His face held significant concern, that was not evident when Barbatos had initially greeted them. “Were you not aware of any of this heinous plot either?”

Another sigh passed through Barbatos’ lips and he shook his head. “No. I am cursing myself for not using my foresight to prevent this ridiculous stunt.”

Lucifer felt rage begin to build up within him. He clenched his fists and let out a shaky breath. He had no words to express his anger at Diavolo’s actions. “How long have we been down here?”

“A couple days.” Barbatos replied pointedly.

Lucifer nodded sadly. He had known it must have been at least a few hours, but days? He wanted so desperately to see you...to confirm you were okay.

Mammon was now beside Lucifer in front of the cell door. He attempted to peer down the dark hall behind Barbatos. “So why are ya here then- if ya can’t let us out, I mean?”

Barbatos glanced behind him once more, ensuring he was not being closely monitored. “I came to give you this.”

Lucifer furrowed his brow in confusion as the butler extended his arm through the bars; a small blue envelope sat in his hands. Mammon took the it and observed it closely.

He gave them a quick nod before turning on his heel.

“Wait!” Lucifer grabbed Barbatos’ arm through the bars. He found himself feeling flustered as he asked the butler the question that had been plaguing his mind since he had woken. “Is Mc okay? How...How is she doing?”

Barbatos gave Lucifer a weak smile. “Honestly, she’s not doing great- but that is to be expected given the circumstances. She asks me if I can take her to come see you quite frequently.”

Lucifer felt a sense of relief wash over him. You were awake and talking at the very least, that much he could gather...and you clearly missed him. “Please tell Mc that I love her, and that I-” He paused, dropping his gaze to the floor. “Tell her that I’m sorry.”

Barbatos was about to question Lucifer’s request, but decided against it upon seeing his dejected expression. He nodded, confirming his intention to deliver the message to you. He then turned and paced back toward the exit to the dungeon.

Lucifer watched the butler as he exited the room. He found Barbatos’ visit somewhat comforting, and felt a sense of solidarity with him for his ignorance on the events that had transpired the other day. He turned from the bars back to Mammon, who had already torn open the envelope and was reading the letter that had been carefully tucked within it. Lucifer moved to grab it from his hands, but he jerked away from him.

“What is it?” Lucifer questioned, annoyance present in his tone.

Mammon held up his index finger as his eyes danced across the page. Once he finished reading it over twice, he dropped the letter from his face and handed it to Lucifer without a word. His face was pale, anger burning behind his dark blue eyes.

Lucifer snatched the letter from his hands and began to read it over.

“ Lucifer and Mammon,

I would like to converse with you about the events that transpired the other day. I am sending this official request with Barbatos, since seeing my face would surely end up in another outburst of rage. That is not to say I don’t understand why you were- and probably still are- upset.

Simeon would like to join me for this conversation. Leviathan was reluctant to agree to join, instead desiring a separate meeting with the rest of your brothers. You need not worry about Mc. She is doing fine, and I have been keeping my distance from her. But...there are some things you need to know.

I will be coming down to the dungeons with Simeon and Diavolo after Dinner this evening, and we will have a face-to-face conversation. Please try to prepare yourselves and calm down before we meet. The last thing I want to do is to have to sedate you again.

- Sol ”

Lucifer scrunched his nose in disgust at the audacity Solomon had in writing such a request. He crumpled the letter and tossed in through the bars, turning back toward Mammon, who had now returned to a seated position against the adjacent wall. Lucifer sighed and plopped down next to him. They both sat in silence for a moment before Mammon cleared his throat.

“What are we gonna to do if...if they decide not to let us go?” His voice quivered.

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I am not sure. I suppose we will have to hear them out before making any assumptions.”

Mammon snapped his eyes to Lucifer, shocked at his willingness to bypass the severity of the situation at hand. “Are you serious? But they-”

“I know.” Lucifer interrupted, placing up a hand to silence Mammon. “I know. But It’s not like we have a choice in the matter. Believe me, I want nothing more that to wring the neck of that god damn wizard. But if we want to get the hell out of here and have any hope at normalcy again, we have to keep our wits about us.”

Mammon scowled and crossed his arms. “I ain’t forgivin’ them for jack shit.”

Lucifer sighed. “Nor am I, and we shouldn’t have to. But I- we- need to get back to her side so she can be safe again.

Mammon chewed on his words for a moment, understanding this was more of an attempt to bluff them into releasing him and Lucifer, rather than actually offering them any sort of formality.

He turned to Lucifer and nodded in agreement. “Alright. Fine.”

Lucifer gave him a half smile before dropping his expression to an intense frown once again.

And now we wait.

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You stared out the window that overlooked the castle gardens. Diavolo made sure you were given the room with the best view of the voluptuous flora that decorated the courtyard. He also ensured that you had anything you could ever need. The little Ds and Barbatos waited on your every need- and you were able to get some much needed privacy from the others. After your harrowing experience with the exam, he felt it was only right to give you the treatment of a queen.

He had even offered to get new comfortable clothes tailored for you, but you declined the offer. Something about wearing Lucifer’s boxers and Beel’s large shirt brought you comfort. It made you feel less exposed than you had been the previous days with just a thin sheet covering your body. It felt as if things were slowly returning to normalcy with the clothing hugging your body- and you wanted to stay grounded with that face as long as you could.

Diavolo had attempted to visit you once but you refused to talk to him. He tried his best to assure you that Lucifer was unharmed and would be released after his wrath was under control, but the fact that this entire situation could have been prevented by just including him in the discussions pissed you off to no end. You took on a lot of the blame for the end result. You thought that maybe if you had told Lucifer what was going on and asked him to be by your side during the procedure, none of this would have occurred...

I lied to him, and now look what happened.

You sighed and slowly sat yourself up in bed. You winced at the dull ache in your pelvis as you moved. Despite the fact that the healing balm had been helping with your health significantly, the invasive procedure left you with residual pain in your posterior. It almost felt like a really bad period cramp, but deeper and far more sharp when you moved even slightly.

But You were tired of laying down all the time. You just wanted to move- or at least sit in a different position.

"Mistress, please stay in bed." Little D #3 pleaded with you to not attempt to stand again. The last time you did and ultimately fell, Barbatos made them scrub Henry's chambers- which nearly took them a full day of hard labor.

You sighed, annoyed that the tiny demons tend to move around the castle unnoticed until they decide to speak. "I wasn't going to stand. I just need to sit up for a bit."

#3 nodded. "Please ensure that's all you plan on doing.”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your legs, turning your attention back to the window.

#3 cleared their throat. “By the way, you have a visitor."

You turned toward the small demon that stood at the foot of the bed and narrowed your eyes. You hadn’t spoken to anyone but the little Ds and Barbatos in nearly 3 days. Barbatos had ensured everyone else keep their distance due to the residual trauma of being held down and violated by all of them- even if their behavior was ultimately for your benefit.

Your demeanor shifted to one of tolerant anticipation. You hoped it was Lucifer, but doubt filled your mind. "A visitor?"

He nodded. "Shall I invite them in?"

You shook your head. "Not until I know who they are and what they want."

"It's Simeon." #3 frowned when he saw your expression change from one of numbness to anxiety, anger, and sadness all at once. “He wants to have a private conversation with you.”

You stiffened. He was not the individual you wanted to see right now. If it was one of the brothers, you would have considered it despite not really feeling up to seeing them...but you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the angel at this point in time.

#3 hesitated in your silence. Simeon had begged them to convince you to see him since he regained his health after the brutal mauling Lucifer inflicted upon him...and they had pity on the desperation that plagued him as he pleaded to see you. “Listen, Mc. I don’t know why you don’t want to talk to Simeon, but his intentions are good.”

You felt anger bubble up inside your chest and you turned your gaze away, not wanting to snap. Little D #3 was just trying to help- he didn’t know much of the events that took place other than the fact that you had been injured and bed-bound. Besides, you knew that you would have to face Simeon eventually, and you weren’t really sure if you’d ever feel ready to see him.

Perhaps it was better if you just got it over with.

“Fine.” You sighed, watching the creatures that looked like humming birds fly gracefully around the courtyard. “Let him in.”

#3 bowed to you before turning toward the door and exiting the room. You sat nervously, waiting for Simeon to appear in the doorway. What was he going to say? You pondered, running through various scenarios of how the conversation would go. The worst of the possibilities were the loudest in your mind, and you tried to fixate on the birds out your window to make the chatter in your head quiet down.

The gentle click of the tumbler signaling the door was being opened stirred you from your thoughts. You kept your gaze on the window as you hugged yourself tight, trying to calm the anxiety that rose in your stomach as the door creaked open.

“Mc?” The familiar softness in Simeon’s voice calling out to you sent a shiver up your spine. However, you refused to look at him.

Simeon slowly approached the bed where you sat. He was honestly shocked that you would agree to talk to him after how angry you had been. He had convinced himself that you hated him- and maybe you did to some extent...but you were willing to hear him out, and give him a chance to apologize, which meant that somewhere deep down you did still care about him.

He crawled onto the bed and sat across from you, mirroring your cross-legged position. He was careful to not sit too close to you, and ensured that he didn’t touch you- no matter how much he wanted to wrap you in a tight embrace after what had happened.

Feeling his weight on the bed, you finally sighed and turned to face him. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw the dark purple bruise on his left cheek, and the light scar on his bottom lip from where it had once been split open.

“Simeon?!” You reached toward his face in a panic and grazed the scar with your finger tips. “What happened?!”

He gave a light chuckle and moved to brush your hand away. “It’s fine. You needn’t worry about me.”

You felt your stomach lurch at the memory of Lucifer coated in blood and gripping milk-colored feathers when he had finally come to your aid.

He did this.

Tears stung the back of your eyes and you dropped your gaze from his face. You felt immense guilt fester within your stomach at the fact that Lucifer must have really injured him, despite his now cheerful demeanor. You were mad at him, sure. But he didn’t deserve to be beaten to a pulp. Your accusing thoughts roared in your head as the guilt began to grow.

If you had just been honest with Lucifer, Simeon wouldn’t have been hurt. Actually, if you had just been more careful in the first place, this entire situation wouldn’t have happened. Maybe you deserved the abuse. Certainly, if you cause this much grief to those around you it was going to happen eventually.

This is all your fault.

Simeon noticed the tears begin to fall from your eyes and placed a hand delicately on your chin. “Shh...Hey now. It’s ok.” he cooed tilting your head up to meet his deep blue eyes.

“Simeon...” You were barely able to choke out his name. “I--I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, giving a slight giggle as he brushed the loose strands of hair from your face. “Why are you apologizing? I am the one who should be saying that.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and cried harder at his words. Simeon re-positioned himself closer to you and, against his initial judgement, pulled you into his arms. He hushed you as you cried into his chest, feeling so much liability for everything that had happened over the past 15 days. You didn’t know how to make things right, and you weren’t really sure if it was up to you to do so, but the weight of the responsibility felt overwhelmingly heavy on your shoulders.

Simeon sat with you for what seemed like hours as you cried. He reassured you that things were okay as he rubbed your back gently. After expelling all the sorrow you had, you were finally able to calm down enough for him to say his piece.

“Look, Mc.” He sighed, taking your hands in his. “I shouldn’t have told anyone about what had happened to you without asking you first. After thinking about it more, I realized how embarrassing it probably was for you to have so many people suddenly know intimate details like that. I thought about how I would feel in your position, and I think that I would be upset too.”

You gave him a small nod, still sniffling back stray tears.

He continued: “I want to give you the most sincerest of apologies. It wasn’t right for me to do that, and I wish I could take it back.”

His paused for a moment, looking away from your eyes and taking in a deep breath. He wasn’t sure if the next statement he planned to make would help, because he did so desperately crave your forgiveness, but he knew it was up to you to decide to give it to him.

“I am not asking you to forgive me, but I want to know how I can make it up to you.” His eyes searched your face for a reaction, but no changes occurred in your sad expression. “Please...I-I want to make things right.”

You finally lifted your head to meet his gaze. A tiny half-smile twitched its way onto your lips and you squeezed his hands gently. He felt his heart flutter at the sight of your smile.

“I don’t know if I forgive you right now.” You muttered, dropping your gaze for a moment before returning your attention back to his eyes. “But I know I can in time. ”

Simeon beamed at you and pulled you back into a warm embrace. “That’s more than I could ever ask for, Mc. Thank you.”

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Part Nine

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