#the scene with diavolo was so unnecessary too

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 7: mammon / rain + hug

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note: this takes place during chapter 14, after ik loses her hand but before she wakes up properly - i.e. during the same general period that lucifer's pov section in chapter 15 takes place in! since this slots right into that (and since ik doesn't remember this anyway) this could now be considered canon to jtta!

i combined two separate prompts - 'hug' and 'rain', with hand-loss scene being from the rain request, since i felt like they worked well together, i also did a bit of a play on the rain prompt - requesters, hope you don't mind!! ^^

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It occurs to Mammon that he’s never held someone so small before. He doesn’t remember his brothers being little enough to gather in his arms so easily.

In the beginning, he’d imagined that humans couldn’t feel that different from demons or angels - after all, they’re pretty much the same thing, just in different sizes. And he’s had to pick IK up several times already, but this had been different.

Everything after stepping into the tomb is a blur. His memory only sharpens into focus after Diavolo intervenes. As the prince shouted himself hoarse, he’d looked up, and seen the three of them - big demon, little angel, scarily still human - huddled by the wall.

There had been Luke, barely disguising panicked tears, and Beel’s face had been set and pale. For a moment, it felt to him as if he were watching his brother cradle a corpse, with a mess of smoking wounds where its right hand should have been.

He sits now by Beel’s bed, where he insisted IK rest, and finds himself staring at the haphazardly wound bandages around that same wrist. He wrapped them himself, even though Solomon had told him they were unnecessary - perhaps more for himself than for IK, who isn’t conscious to appreciate the effort.

He’d been the one to carry her up from the tomb, too, insisting despite Beel’s assurances that he could do it himself. That’s the part that sticks with him even now.

It was frightening. IK, as he has learnt, should be lively. She’s a bundle of contradictions, of course - defiant in the face of monsters despite being afraid of loud corridors, bold and brave despite that instinctive polite nervousness - but, out of everything, she is never silent and still.

“Idiot,” He mumbles in the silence of the room. No one hears him - Solomon and Beel are both downstairs, and Levi’s stalked back off to his room.

“...mhh…”

His head snaps up. IK’s eyes are wide open.

The relief is tantamount to being dunked in ice after spending a year in the desert. He scrambles out of his seat, unable to bite back a grin. “Took y—”

Then he stops. Something isn’t right.

IK glances at him without moving her head. There’s something unsettling and robotic about the way she blinks.

“Good morning,” She says vaguely.

It goes without saying that the room is dark. He tries to play along, wondering if he should shout for help - did she hit her head? “Yeah, mornin’, sleepyhead. Finally up, huh?”

“Huh,” IK mimics, and this is where she’s supposed to laugh. She doesn’t. “Hey… what’s your name?”

He feels his heart sink. He tries not to let it show. “You forgot? Honestly. It’s Mammon, duh.”

“Mam-mon,” IK repeats, stumbling, as if the sound is foreign in her mouth. “Ma…mon.”

“That’s it. Good job.” He watches her face scrunch up in discomfort. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Hot,” She mumbles, and she sounds younger than he’s ever heard her. “Ow… ow!”

“Hey, hey—” He springs forward without thinking, using his hands as barriers so that she can’t suffocate herself on the pillow. “—shh, shh…”

Her cheeks feel red-hot against his palms. There’s something he’s supposed to do for that, right? He glances to the side, then remembers the basin and towel on the nightstand.

“Alright, kid—” He makes sure she’s listening. “—I need ya to stay still. Can ya do that for me?”

“Hurts,” IK mutters hoarsely, and he feels something damp trickle over his knuckles. “Mammon…”

“Shh,” He repeats, quieter. It’s strange how naturally it comes to him. “You’ll feel better soon, alright? Won’t be a second.”

He moves as quickly as he dares, dunking the towel in the cold water, then wringing it out again. He turns on the lamp while he’s by the table, and IK’s little tear-stained face is thrown into sharp relief. It just about breaks his heart.

“Deep breaths,” He says absently, and lays the towel across her forehead, like he’s seen Solomon do. “One, two, three…”

He watches the anguish melt from her face, but the relief only lasts a moment - because now she’s blank again, and it feels like she’s staring right through him. IK blinks once, twice. One last gathered tear slides down her face.

She reaches up - with her left hand - and touches her face. “...it’s raining.”

“Sure,” He agrees quietly. “It’s raining.”

It might as well be. The strange, static-y sound in his ears is just like any downpour he’s ever heard.

IK lifts her right hand and reaches for the ceiling - for those umbrellas the twins strung up for whatever reason, years and years ago. They’ve never been used the way they’re supposed to.

“I can’t reach,” IK mumbles. “I can’t… hold anything. I can’t feel my fingers. I don’t have…”

She stares at the white bandages around her wrist. Mammon suddenly wishes he’d done a neater job. From here, in the dim lamp-light, it looks like jagged bone; he can’t decide whether that’s better or worse than the web of dark scars beneath the clean gauze.

He can’t think of anything he could possibly say. Slowly, IK lowers her hand again.

“Did I make him angry?” She asks. She looks tiny. “Did I… did I do something bad?”

He shakes his head firmly. “No. No way. Lucifer was just being an idiot.”

IK’s eyes widen a little. “You can’t say that. He’ll hear you.”

“So what if he does? I can say whatever I damn well please,” Mammon mutters, thinking that he should’ve socked him properly while he had the opportunity.

IK is smiling at him now. It’s small, almost ghostly, but it relieves him all the same. “You’re cool.”

“Duh. Ya only just noticed?” He tries not to look too pleased. She seems more comfortable now, so he decides to remove the towel.

Her eyes are a little red at the corners. He gives them a dab, then chucks the towel back into the basin, and pats her face dry with his sleeve.

…feels like he’s playing house. Has he ever done something like this before? Even back then, he wasn’t exactly responsible enough to be playing nurse.

“Mammon,” IK says, voice small again, “Am I dying?”

“What?!” It comes out louder than he means it to. He quickly lowers his volume. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“I’ve seen this in movies,” She mumbles. “I feel like… I’m going somewhere. Somewhere really far away. Or maybe you’re going…?”

“I’m right here, kid. Nothing’s gettin’ rid of me.”

And he makes his next decision on a whim. He carefully tucks some of the blanket out of the way, slides his arm beneath IK’s shoulders, and pulls her into a hug that - conveniently - keeps him steadied enough on the mattress to still the trembling in his arms.

IK barely moves, remaining unnervingly still throughout it all, but she hums as if to say thank you. So he stays there until her eyes close again, and for a little while longer after that.

She’ll be alright - IK’s a strong kid. Any human who makes it in the Devildom has to be, but especially one capable of stepping in front of a seething Avatar of Pride, and insulting him to his face, according to Solomon’s account.

It confuses him a little. If he had a spirit like that, he’d be on top of the world, but IK carries herself more like an inconvenience than a presence.

Right now, that presence is small, warm, and alive. She’d been limp and still as he carried her up here, the chill of the tomb clinging to her clothes - small, stiff, each breath laboured, as if they might stop at any minute. It’d been like holding a puppet whose strings had broken.

He doesn’t know when he started caring so much - doesn’t know why he keeps this weird little human nestled in his arms - but it scares him. If something like this happens again, he just might die.

[betterfettered]

Hiii there 😚💌💌

If the requests are still welcome then I wonder how would a character your choice of: Lucifer/satan/diavola would disguise(?) their yandere tendencies. Like a scenerio where they pretend everythings domestic and nice when its obviously not

Thank you in any case :)

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[This is fetish content and abuse is disgusting and inexcusable in real life.] Hi there yourself!

This is such an interesting question! Assuming that you mean trying to disguise it to other people, I actually think that because of the particular brand of weirdoness that these three have, they actually wouldn’t see a…need to disguise it? Hahahaha wait hear me out!! Like in yandere!Lucifer’s case, he has already decided (without your unnecessary input) that the two of you are going to marry. If someone questioned the way he was treating you, I imagine he’d explain that it was perfectly normal for a husband to instruct his spouse in proper decorum, such as never leaving his sight (ever). He’d explain that there isn’t a double standard, either, and you could instruct him in etiquette as well if you wanted to. That would actually be true – even if you told yandere!Luci to do something ridiculous or fussy, as long as it didn’t conflict with his expectations for you he would absolutely do it, being your dutiful and loving husband. He is devoted to you in that way. If someone brought up your apparent unhappiness, he would say it’s just you getting used to the devildom, and if they protested further he’d inform them that he simply does not care about their opinion.

Diavolo in general doesn’t have a lot of experience with his whims being obstructed, so he’d probably be surprised by someone questioning your relationship. At first he’d just be kind of bemused, but then he’d think about it in terms of his public image, and want to make things appear wholesome and stable. The thing is, yandere!Diavolo is always really ecstatic to be around you, because even if you’re upset or silent your presence makes him feel whole and loved. So things that seem bizarre to other people, like you sitting across his lap during tea, shaking with stress and fear beneath the suffocating amount of silks he always has you draped in, would seem like heart-warming romance in his eyes. It’s fine if you’re a little nervous – if he just has a little patience, and drowns you in a little more TLC, you’ll be back to your normal happy self in no time.

Barbatos knows how delusional he is but only looks at you like “wow u hate to see it” LOLL

Satan doesn’t really recognize when he gets too angry and flies off of the handle, like you can see in the Be You Devilgram, so he is another one who wouldn’t even realize that the way he treats you would be horrifying to other people. If someone brought it up, his main thought would be that it’s bad manners to make a scene like that, so he’ll try to keep the unsavory stuff with you private. If you start making him angry in public, he’ll just leave instead of retaliating in the moment. This would not be because he thinks its wrong, though, and if someone asked him about your relationship he’d be pretty honest about what it entails. If someone started telling him that he was wrong for doing so, he’d just fly into a rage at them instead.

Unlike the other two, though, I think Satan has enough self-awareness (?) that people saying he’s horrible to you might make him feel insecure about your relationship. He might arrange a date for the two of you, and blushingly tell you how much you mean to him. It probably wouldn’t be very effective but he also may try to treat you better. Still, what other people think wouldn’t motivate him to try and put up a bluff in front of them.

Do you agree? Disagree? Think I’m a big dummy???

By the way, if you meant trying to hide it to convince their darling that they are normal and not at all seven slices of deli roasted chicken short of a sandwich (what do you mean that’s not an expression!? I can say whatever I want!!!!!), you can ask again! Send meeee more requests and asks 🙇🏾‍♀️

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obm devs are a joke lmfao the fact that they had the audacity to self-plagiarize such a tender scene with solomon still irks me to this day.

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[obae-me]

Hi I love your blog and your writing. I don't know if your doing request or not, so if you aren't just ignore me. But could you possibly have a hc where MC breaks a body part and had to be in a cast how would the brothers (+undateables if you have time) would react?

Oh but this is soft tho, I love writing fluff, thank you so much for the request! 💜

Lucifer

MC had been with him when it happened, and it’s something he’ll never forgive himself for. He forgets how fragile humans are and how anything can hurt them. Anything! He had prepared for monsters, demons, curses, spells, poisons, but he never thought he needed to protect them from stairs!

He was walking beside them as they both started to walk home from RAD, talking to them about an upcoming project. It was dark and rainy, and it bothered him none as he started to descend the slick stone steps. He was just about to warn them about their step when they stumbled down the stairs, hands extended to try to catch themselves, hitting each step with an awful sound before resting on even flooring with a groan.

He freaked out so badly, he called MC by five different wrong names before he finally got it right just as he reached their side. They were alive. Great. They were breathing. Fantastic. They...they had their right wrist bent in the wrong direction.

MC was fairly certain he didn’t even breathe or blink at all as he flew them towards the Devildom’s version of a hospital. He kicked the doors open, demanding MC got looked at, ignoring all of MC’s pleas to wait like everyone else. The poor doctor was not prepared for all of Lucifer’s commands and questions.

MC is not allowed to walk, not allowed to go to class, not even allowed to leave their room for a while. He’s so worried something will happen. He doesn’t even want them to sleep without him there first. His brothers are only allowed to come see MC one by one, following a strict schedule he posted outside MC’s door. Anyone found breaking the schedule will be severely punished. 

Is he overreacting severely? Yes. But does MC appreciate his affection? Yes. He’ll hold them close whenever their wrist hurts, petting their head and shushing them if they ever cry. He’ll do all his work for Diavolo in their bedroom, making sure to glance up in frequent intervals and check how they’re doing. He’ll watch over them so intently he’ll end up accidentally falling asleep in the chair by their bed, head resting on his folded arms.

Even after it’s healed, he insists on holding MC’s hand whenever they walk to make sure it won’t happen again. He’ll also pick them up now whenever it rains. He can’t afford anymore unnecessary risks. 

Mammon

He brought MC along on another one of his poor-planned money making schemes. He wanted to show off and impress them, and MC only agreed to go along to try to make sure he didn’t get himself in too much trouble. Try being the key word here. 

It ended up being super sketchy, causing both MC and Mammon to run away from angry demons. Since Mammon is impossibly fast, he held onto MC’s hand to try to keep them together. However, even if MC ended up being an Olympic runner, they still wouldn’t have been able to keep up with his speed. So, they lost their footing and fell hard against the ground. There was a rough popping noise, but Mammon got them right back on their feet. It wasn’t until they finally got home before Mammon realized that not only were they scratched up, but their shoulder...didn’t look right.

He thought maybe he could fix it himself, which was the opposite of what he should’ve done. Now, not only did it look even worse, but MC’s expression of pain caused Mammon to panic like he never had before. He held onto them tight, much too tight, and MC was almost certain he’d end up passing out before they did.

He got a doctor right away, and while they were getting checked, Lucifer and Mammon were fighting worse than they had in a long time. Mammon had hardly fought this much for anything-or anyone-before. The only reason why Lucifer let him off the hook for something this severe is because it’s been too long since he’s seen Mammon so serious.

Mammon won't leave their side, but he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be near them either, so he’ll spend time pacing by their door for hours before MC tells him to quit. They tell him he doesn’t need to feel so guilty, it was an accident, stupid stuff like this happens to humans all the time. He’ll kneel on the floor by their bed, head against their leg, looking like a scolded puppy. It’s the first time they’ve seen him cry.

It’s not everyday Mammon will do whatever they want. Even if it’s not perfect, even if he messes up, he wants to get MC whatever they want or need.

After they’re fully healed, Mammon will still check their shoulder every day, and Lucifer doesn’t complain when Mammon tones down some of his schemes for the sake of MC’s safety.

Levi

He signed both himself and MC up for this awesome parkour class. He had seen an ad for it and wanted to go, only because he wanted to learn some cool moves that he had seen in an anime. Of course, this was a demon class, so already they had the students doing crazy things like jumping roof to roof and doing flips that would take years for MC to do properly. Unfortunately, they tried it out anyway, not wanting to wimp out of it.

Next thing they knew, they heard Levi scream as one of their legs gave out on them, unable to support their landing. He was by their side, already in tears, shouting incomprehensible words as he called for help on his D.D.D. Not only did one of the brothers have to carry MC home, they had to carry out Levi as well, his brain fried at the sight of their broken leg.

He blames himself hard, having to catch his breath anytime he sees MC in their cast. He had no idea human’s bodies were so brittle, they never seemed so weak in anime. They were always fighting, overcoming impossible feats. He was so lost in the world of fantasy he didn’t know real life was so...frightening. It was a reality check he really needed, he appears to treat MC more authentically now.

He’ll make sure MC is fully entertained while they’re on the mend, it's the least he can do. Most of his setup is now in their room so they can play games with him and watch shows together. He’ll talk their ear off about his favorite plots, and promise to MC that they’d get better and he would protect them, just like his precious characters. 

MC now has little drawings on their cast thanks to him, to liven it up a bit. Covered in chibis and little hearts.

He’s used to not getting much sleep, so he’ll watch MC as they rest, watching their chest rise and fall, making sure he keeps an eye on their leg. They’re not allowed to move it much, so he keeps tabs on how much they toss and turn, sometimes holding MC in his arms while they sleep to make sure they don’t move.

Even when they’re better he is always wary about them leaving the house. He should’ve never broken his rule, home is always safe, and now he can’t relax until he knows MC is safely home.

Satan

He was always afraid of hurting MC due to his wrath, but he never knew that they could so easily be broken. He hadn’t even intended to hurt them, he didn’t! He just...he was angry, he didn’t want them to come into his room, but they insisted, they wouldn’t listen! Now look what he had done to them...

He had slammed the door on them while their finger still lingered in the door-frame, he had no idea...he didn’t know something as simple as shutting a door would hurt them so. They both heard a sharp crack, Satan originally believed it had been part of the door, the wood breaking. Until he heard MC’s shriek of pain. He opened the door back up to see their finger bent backwards where the door had shut on it.

After he had tore the door off its hinges and resolved it to splinters, he ushered MC quickly out of the house to get their finger checked. His other brothers had to quickly come at MC’s request to keep Satan from harming the medical staff when told they had to wait to get checked. It took him far too long to calm down, having to be physically restrained by Lucifer and Mammon until he cooled off. 

MC’s broken finger had been on their dominant hand, so Satan did all the writing for them. MC never asked him to, he did it anyway. He felt like it was the bare minimum of redemption. He made sure to read up more on the skeletal structure humans possessed, and MC is pleased to find that they had never seen Satan be so gentle with them. He softly strokes their hand, has a hard time now raising his voice above a whisper around them, and MC swears he now has painkillers in his pocket at all times for whenever they need it. 

Satan takes after Lucifer in being much too prideful for simple apologies, he’s hardly wrong in the first place, but he said it to them once they drifted off to sleep, head in his lap. He didn’t move from his spot all night.

Healed wounds meant nothing, Satan refused to treat MC any differently from his delicate and precious books.

Asmo

Trust him, he would have never given MC those ridiculously high heeled shoes had he known that humans were so clumsy and fragile. The heel of the shoe was so tall, whoever wore them might as well be walking on the very tips of their toes. They were a new fashion, and since he adored his adorable MC so much, he got them a pair.

The last thing he expected was to have them fall so dramatically after a single step. At first he planned on giving them props for their fall, it was like a movie scene, but then he saw how their ankle looked. Twisted and limp, MC started to hyperventilate.

He had seen some pretty disgusting positions the human body could get into, but this was wrong, it shouldn’t be like that. He had never been so serious or flown so fast before. He didn’t even say a word until they were in bed, getting some medication for the pain. He grasped onto MC’s hand and apologized repeatedly until MC was convinced he had lost his voice.

After they’ve been taken care of, he refuses to let go of them, cuddling them pampering them. He didn’t know just a simple misstep in the wrong shoes and they could just hurt themselves like that! He thought himself a master of the body, but he still had much to learn about humans, it seemed.

He calls himself Nurse Asmo for weeks, not leaving MC’s side, carting them around in a wheelchair even if they insist on using crutches or moving around themselves. He’ll have none of it. He feels responsible and so MC is under his constant care until their body is just as beautiful and whole as he remembers. He’ll want to make sure he takes care of them so well, their body will have no choice but to heal faster.

He’ll not forgive himself for allowing MC’s perfect body to get like that again. He’ll never let MC even look at high heel shoes, he knows plenty of adorable flats that would look great on them.

Beel

He’s always extra careful around MC, he knows they’re fragile, he’s well aware of the difference between strengths. Anytime he’s around them, he does whatever is necessary to make sure they’re safe at all times. Unfortunately, no matter how protective he is, sometimes accidents happen, especially when humans and demons mix.

He and Mammon were fighting over food, special food, limited edition flavor chips, and Mammon had stolen it. He didn’t even eat it, he sold it. It was an insult. They both were in demon form, battling it out, Lucifer trying to stop it, by force it would seem. They were all so consumed in combat, power flinging, furniture flying, they had no idea MC had walked in the room to check on the chaos, only to get caught up in it. A large cabinet headed in their direction, and if they hadn’t stepped back, they might have gotten fully crushed. Unfortunately, their foot ended up being crushed in their place.

Beel felt sick to his stomach, hearing the sound of the bone crack made his insides feel all twisted in a way he and his iron stomach hadn’t felt in centuries. The fighting immediately came to a close, the food they were fighting over seemed worthless to him now, for once he couldn’t care less. He refused to let any of his other brothers touch MC. In fact he almost didn’t want to touch them himself. He had such a hard time holding them, he ended up physically shaking, worried that he’d hurt MC even further. He doesn’t want to let them go, though, he holds onto them for an entire day, acting like MC’s personal shield. 

Beel skips classes, workouts, even his team practices to be with MC. MC is absolutely not allowed to move by themselves, he’s going to carry them wherever they need to go if they must go somewhere. Until they’re fully healed, all the meals are going to be MC’s favorite foods. None of the brothers get a say otherwise, but no one is going to defy Beel over this anyway.

MC never sees him fight with any of his brothers again, not with them around anyway, and if they thought Beel was already super protective, they weren’t ready for their new unofficial bodyguard.

Belphie

Honestly, he was bewildered how MC hadn’t died yet--well, other than that--in the Devildom. Lilith had loved humans, and, he in the past, had loved them too, so he knew how weak they could be. However, MC had just...tripped...on their own feet, falling right onto their own face. He laughed at first, he will admit, he had no idea how hurt MC was. When they stumbled back onto their own feet, their face and chest was covered in blood.

He was frozen for a good few minutes, his mind buzzing, his heart pounding out of his chest. He kept getting flashbacks of that terrible moment in the attic, and it was only until MC grabbed his arm, disoriented and in pain, that he was able to move again. They gasped his name to snap him out of it. They weren’t flinching away from him, they didn’t look afraid of him, in fact they were leaning into him, looking for his comfort. 

He got them home as quick as he could, making sure MC didn’t have any more fumbles on the way. Obviously once they saw the state MC was in, all the other brothers were freaking out as well. Mammon accused Belphie of doing something to them again--it was taking Mammon the longest to forgive him-- which didn’t make Belphie feel better about it. Normally he would’ve just fought Mammon then and there for such an accusation, after all the things his older brother had dragged MC into, but he didn’t have the energy. MC needed to be taken care of now. 

He did feel guilty, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Once the doctor came, he left the room, getting some air. He would wait until after MC was asleep to come check on them and make sure they were okay. He would make sure that MC’s pillow was fluffed, that they were comfortable, and then he’d fall asleep at MC’s feet at the end of their bed. He’d wake up at the slightest movement, checking over their body and face for who knows how many times now. 

While they were deep in a dream, he took a permanent marker and drew little cow spots on their bandage. It was a silly gesture, he was well aware, but even having a small piece of matching patterns made his heart happy. 

He won’t say it but he’s so glad when they’re finally healed. MC notices a sharp increase in his energy levels as he asks them to do plenty of activities together. He hardly ever wants to do something with them besides nap. 

He’ll be prepared to catch MC if they ever trip again. He won’t let them be hurt ever again. Period. 

Diavolo

He wasn’t there when it happened to MC, but Lucifer relayed the information to him as soon as possible. He didn’t freak out, at least, not in the way people would expect. It is rather unlike the Lord of the Devildom, however, to drop all his work, cancel all his meetings, and quickly make his way over to the House of Lamentation.

He excuses MC from classes immediately, making sure staying safe and healthy was their first and only priority. Not just for the sake of the program, but something in him stirred violently at the sight of seeing them pale, in pain, their forearm in a cast. He asked Lucifer for details. 

Upon hearing that it was due to some lesser demon, he laughed, but it was a terrible laugh. He calmly stated that he would handle it, but every member of the household could feel the house rumble. Not even Diavolo could stay completely tranquil, it seemed.

He knew the consequences of having a human in the Devildom, he knew the risks. He knew about the dirt in his kingdom that called themselves demons. He just didn’t realize how it would make him feel . Not only did MC have classes off, he allowed all the brothers to stay home for a while as well to make sure they were well taken care of. He had Lucifer give him daily updates on their progress.

MC is now curious why there are new changes to not only RAD but the House of Lamentation, Purgatory Hall, and even Diavolo’s castle. Simple things like ramps, elevators, railings, anything as a means of injury prevention. None of the demons need to use it, it’s all for MC, but everyone acts like it’s completely normal. All due to Diavolo’s ‘modern design’.

None of the brothers dare say anything about the Demon Lord’s frequent visits to their home, or to MC’s room. Not even Lucifer had him come over this often.

MC is thankful they never have to see the demon that resulted in their arm breaking again, but they didn’t know where they possibly could've gone. 

Barbatos

It’s safe to assume he knew about this. Except, there were plenty of timelines where something like this had happened, so he didn’t know the details of which unfortunate accident would come about. Whatever the case, he was prepared to assist and serve MC in whatever way he could.

He always thinks he’s seen everything and is well prepared for it, but it still doesn’t prevent him from having his chest hurt and his nerves shudder at seeing MC like this. On the outside, he’ll always appear neutral, so no one knows just how much he’s feeling for this human. He’s so much softer with them than anyone else.

MC doesn’t know how this demon keeps getting into their room without coming through the door, it freaks them out a bit, to be honest. They don’t complain about their room being so pristine you could brush over it with a white glove, though. 

MC thought that maybe, maybe, just once they could get away with getting up and doing things on their own. The brothers kept on fussing over them non-stop, but at one point they got called away to a meeting, leaving MC alone at home.

They got up out of bed, ready to stretch their legs and get some fresh air, trying to get some sort of normalcy back. They did all this not knowing that Barbatos was keeping a close eye on them from the shadows the entire time. 

Whether it was by Diavolo’s orders or Barbatos’ own volition, MC will never know, but they did find their little excursion to the outside quickly brought to a halt by some form of magic that transported them back to their room. Barbatos had them back in bed before MC could even reach the front gates. 

No matter how they tried, they were forced to stay safe, now even unable to get out from their bed. No matter how much they struggled, their own sheets betrayed them. The silent butler only showed up once MC gave up. He strutted over putting a soft but surprisingly stern hand over their shoulder as he went about taking care of them. Any words of protest fell on deaf ears. It was his duty to protect him, and not even MC could stop him. 

Simeon

He had no idea till he noticed that MC hadn’t been to school for a few days now. When he brought it up to the brothers, they explained how MC had staggered back home one night, hand completely busted, and they wouldn’t tell anyone why. For MC’s safety, and just for the brother’s peace of mind, MC was to stay home until further notice.

Simeon’s an angel, so peaceful, anger isn’t something he fully understands, but he felt a burning pain in his chest. Why didn’t anyone tell him immediately? Was he just supposed to figure this out himself? It had been quite a long time since Lucifer had seen Simeon frown so deeply before, eyes cloudy with distress.

Simeon had never missed classes ever. He was always much too early, much too eager to stick to regulations. So when he ended up skipping class, it shocked Luke to his core and caused Diavolo to make a note that an angel had broken the rules to go check on a human. This program was turning up all sorts of surprises.

MC was pleasantly surprised to hear the soft knocks on their door, vastly different than any of the ways the demons announced themselves. Simeon strode in, radiating warmth, carefully grasping their hand in his, and gave it a gentle kiss. The pain MC had felt no longer existed. Simeon explained that it was still best if they heal on their own, but at the very least, they wouldn’t feel pain. He would be there to make it all go away. 

He’s around MC now much more frequently, guarding them, keeping them from harm. From that point on he urges MC to let him know when things happen.

Solomon

He had been teaching MC more about magic. Not only did he think it would be beneficial for his human companion, but it would sate some of his curiosity. He wanted to learn more about MC, about their capabilities, testing to see in what ways their previous angel ancestor had changed them.

He knew they had a hard time driving out their power, so he tried different methods to assist them, methods they could use on their own. Magic rings, chants, wands. Unfortunately, once something worked, all their built up power flooded out of them at once, their temporary wand exploding into shards, and the bones in their hand following suit.

He used some of his magic to heal up what he could, being careful not to go too far or he’d overwhelm MC’s already weakened body. MC couldn't tell what was running through his head as he had them supported and cradled with one of his arms, the other one hovered over their hand. Magical circles and sigils running over their skin as it rushed to heal them. While his face seemed calm, his eyes looked a bit darker, missing the mischievous glint in them. They were tighter, laser focused, serious.

After he did what he could, both of them promised not to mention it to anyone, for fear both of them would never hear the end of it, or worse. While MC walked themselves home, Simeon used magic to keep an eye on them from his room, taking note what happened with him today. His mouth tight, arms folded across his chest, watching as the remnants from MC’s faulty makeshift wand burned rapidly in the fireplace. 

Luke

He has absolutely no idea how humans work or how weak they are. So when he heard MC had a broken bone, he didn’t even fully understand what that meant. Broke...a bone? He knew the word broke didn’t sound pleasant, and when he finally went to go see MC, his little head almost exploded.

Their body broke?? Human’s bodies could break like that?? And they couldn't just have it healed immediately??

He blamed the demons most definitely, but MC had never ever been so entertained when the little angel pointed at each and every one of the brothers--Lucifer included--and chewed them out. Each of them had different expressions. Belphie looked exhausted, Beel looked downtrodden, Asmo didn’t even seem to be paying attention. Satan looked like he was only focusing on not destroying Luke right then and there, Levi looked mortified, Mammon was the only one arguing back, and Lucifer was stunned speechless that a creature barely higher than his waist was giving him a lecture.

Until MC is fully healed, Luke makes sure to bring plenty of freshly baked sweets right to their door, not noticing seven pairs of glowing glares while he lingers in the house of demons.

[prideful-sins]

What They Like Orally: Brothers + Diavolo HC’s SMUT

Also what their Cum is like cause I’m a cum whore

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Lucifer:

He loves to push your head down just that little too far so he can hear you gag on his cock, you only know that because Lucifer sniggers under his breath when it happens

Threading your hair in his gloved fingers and taking a fistful to control your movements with is also a favourite, it gives him full control and makes sure he get’s something he wants

Lucifer keeps his hips steady so there’s never any unnecessary thrusting, his thighs close you in and keep you locked.

He’s calm and composed, his loads are large and thick, he doesn’t have much time to relieve himself sexually between these sessions

Mammon:

Mammon can’t keep himself composed while you’re down there, he’s a blushy mess as you take him in your mouth, but the one thing that drives him crazy? When you pump him cock, look him in the eye, and bite your lip.

He can’t keep his breath steady at all, his thighs and hips jolt and thrust as you bob your head up and down him, he tries to compose himself so he doesn't appear weak but he just can’t help it

Me mutters your name over and over and cums quickly

His loads are small and liquid, he has sexual dreams about you very often and wakes up to pleasure himself

Leviathan:

Leviathan’s hips are the worst, he can’t control them even a little. You have to pin his hips down to even try to keep him steady. His tail wraps around your legs or your stomach, desperate to draw you closer to him in some way.

He loves it when you roll your tongue over the slit of his dick, licking up his precum and staring him in the eyes with lust drooling from your pupils.

Leviathan’s hands are always gripping the nearest thing at his sides, be it his jacket, headphones, armrests, he will grab literally anything.

Levi takes a little bit of time to cum, hes nervous and takes a little while to get into the rhthym.

He cums in one load, stringy and thick with moans and whimpers littering the room, he jerks off every few days so he’s not pent up, not until he falls for you and finds it hard to beat off to anything but you

More under the cut!

Satan:

Satan is in control. He loves to be standing, having you on your knees, hands clamped onto his hips. You do all the work, his hands merely caress your cheek playfully, teasing you with his hands.

Licking up from his balls to his shaft will earn you a very audible moan, if you time it right he may even whisper your name

Outside Satan is calm and composed, but inside he’s unravelling, lip biting and furrowed brows as his body rebels against him, muscles trembling as he finally cums in your mouth

Satan takes his time to cum, watching you work for it, earning it, making sure you deserve it

He cums in spurts, thin and liquidy, spraying around a little, his fingers dig into your shoulder and his back hit’s the wall to keep him upright and composed as best he can.

Asmodeus:

The avatar of Lust knows what he wants, but he wants you to have a good time giving it to him. His hands thread through your hair, massaging your scalp and comforting you, making sure that you’re comfortable. If you’re enjoying it he’s enjoying it even more.

Asmo likes to lie down when you give him oral, he can let himself go and know that you’re loving it.

One of his favourites is when you kiss his stomach and jerk him off, your other hand pinching one of his nipples.

Asmo can expertly control his hips and thrusts, helping along with the rhythm, the tip hitting the back of your throat but no gag in sight.

He moans your name, like a melody in the wind, it tastes like a sweet bourbon warming your very soul on a cool winters night and only spurs on your own arousal.

He cums loudly, but he doesn't scream in pleasure, it’s a rehearsed scene he’s played a thousand times and perfected. His load is massive and thick, it’s sweet and addicting as you swallow.

Beelzebub:

Beel can lift you with one hand and he is very aware of how strong he is so he doesn’t like to have his hands on your head while you’re pleasuring him, he doesn’t want to lose control and push you too hard  unless you ask him to do that

He’s a whiner, hating it when your mouth leaves his dick for too long. Beel will pout and moan your name with puppy dog eyes, and how could you resist?

He loves to know you’re hungry for his dick, and especially his cum, feeling your teeth slides lightly against the skin drives him wild, his hips jolt as you suck him off, he can feel how ravenous you are for him.

Beelzebub’s loads are the thickest, they’re small but so thick, his moans loud and roaring as he releases, hands clenching at the shirt he has between his teeth.

Belphegor:

Belphie had a lot of wet dreams, more since falling for you, he humps the mattress, or pillows he’s sleeping in. His dreams are so vivid he’s not always sure he’s awake so when you’re sucking him off he get’s a little bratty.

He sniggers and pushes his hips into you, sticking his tongue out between his teeth as you look up at him but as you continue he loses himself.

He mewls and unravels, burying his face in his pillows or the crook of his arm, feeling your tongue roll around the head with your thumb massaging a vein at the base, and your other hand fondling his balls softly. 

Belphegor’s hips jolt every so often when he’s truly enjoying it, panting and softly moaning before cumming abruptly, biting into the closest thing to his mouth to stop him from being loud.

He cums one thin stream with droplets, his cock twitches the most out of his brothers.

Diavolo:

He’s not a prince of a country, he’s the prince of a whole realm. He has a strong bloodline with even stronger genetics, his cock is girthy and long, you can barely fit half in your mouth but fuck if he doesn’t like to see you try.

He loves to take you into closets at RAD and demand you please him, nothing can like you, not anymore.

He stands against the wall, watching you try your best to fit him in your mouth, but he loves it when you take him to the back of your throat and look up at him with those eyes of yours, they say sorry but there’s that hint of lust that makes him want to fuck you.

Diavolo’s hips move of their own accord, he tilts his head back and let’s himself guide your head. One time you lifted his thigh over your shoulder and that drove him crazy.

He comes alot  and you have to swallow it all or he’ll make you pay next time, he’s made that point quite a few times. His cum tastes sweet so really? You don’t mind at all.

Sometimes he can go multiple times so be ready.

[indiavolojones]

Diavolo eats a pomegranate while Lucifer works. Lucifer doesn’t realize that the plate of pomegranate seeds that’s just been steadily growing is, in fact, for him. 

alternate summary: serving/sharing fruit with another is one of the most tender shows of love in the world and i am a soft, gentle soul that just wants canon-compliant-ish domesticity somewhere in the 1800s?? idk, they’ve known each other a damn long time. u_u 

2.2kish words, G, dia/luci, #no warnings apply except for like, idk, a sizzle of diavolo thirst on lu’s part. we can angst later, y’all

Special thanks 2 @canonlucidia for being 1) my rock and 2) my resident lucifer expert that wrote the report line and lastly 3) just being so, so good with lore and patient with me when cv brain go wuh??? 

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A memory, a snapshot in their thousands of years spent at each other’s sides, the scene burned into his mind. 

Not all their moments are stretched to the extremes, interactions eternally caught in fire and brimstone. Some of them rest here, in a gentle domesticity that Lucifer is hesitant – and rightly so – to acknowledge. 

Here, with the two of them alone in Lucifer’s office, is a tentative, trembling contentment that Lucifer has yet to fully take apart in his mind. 

Lucifer sits at the desk with almost painfully perfect posture, as lamented by Diavolo, several sheets of parchment paper drying in front of him. A small white plate with intricate gold designs burned into the glaze rests nearby. Diavolo pulls out a blade from thin air, cutting it into a ripe pomegranate with the practiced efficiency of someone who grew up with the trees keeping him company.

“I will not be re-writing these reports if you make a mess,” Lucifer says apropos of anything Diavolo might do, on purpose or otherwise. 

The admonishment in his voice half-hearted at best, even as he warily eyes Diavolo slicing the fruit open. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Diavolo quips, returning a cheeky grin, slouched over the empty side of Lucifer’s spacious desk as he cracks open the pomegranate into fours. 

Diavolo opted for his human form today, which is a laughable concept to Lucifer in itself. Diavolo’s aura can barely be contained by him in his demon form, but to see his essence stifled into a mortal’s appearance… Diavolo’s human teeth are always a little too sharp at first glance or in one’s peripherals. His gold eyes are too molten to match any human shade. 

Pair it with Diavolo’s inability to sit on anything without it becoming a throne – sprawling with languid, regal grace as natural as breathing, much to Lucifer’s annoyance – and discretion is a difficult request. 

Lucifer has called him out on his slipping control of the glamours before, especially in the instances where they find themselves working in the Human Realm, the risk of detection a very real threat. Not that many princes are discrete, but Lucifer supposes that if he expected someone to spill out past the seams, it would be Diavolo, who has always been larger than life in both personality and power. 

Despite a grandiose description, Diavolo’s attire does not reflect his status. His outfit is more fitting for a common human rather than the next ruler of Hell. 

The other is dressed in indecently tight trousers and a loose, finely-woven off-white tunic that dips low on his sculpted chest. Cording at the hem of the shirt drapes over his exposed skin, and Lucifer offhandedly wonders why they even bother getting Diavolo fitted for garments if he’s just going to wear things too loose, too tight, or forego most clothes altogether. 

In the past, Lucifer might have asked why are you here? or don’t you have your own work to do? All such inquiries have been shut down with a colorful multitude of responses, displaying the future king’s creativity. 

Some honorable mentions being:

Diavolo’s wild claim that Barbatos was staging a coup, and clearly, Lucifer was the only one who can fight off someone with control over time. Lucifer had asked when Barbatos was hosting the next recruitment session, which led to a troublesome, if not amusing, outburst from Diavolo.

A somehow unionized group of suitors threatened to storm down the palace gates for his hand in marriage. Diavolo was merely hiding in the safest place, for once they believed he was not home, they would give up and leave! 

"A curse, Lucifer. It was a curse!" If more than two pairs of eyes were to witness Diavolo, he would surely burst into flames. That's why he tried to hide behind the door when Barbatos came to collect him!

Nowadays, when Lucifer can’t kick Diavolo out of his study/Barbatos is off running the household and can’t drag him away, he allows himself to lean into giving Diavolo a hard time – nothing unbecoming of their stations, nothing disrespectful – but enough to give Lucifer quiet vindication. 

It serves him right, for all the grievances he causes Lucifer on a daily basis. 

(Levi calls it teasing, but Levi has not left his quarters since the last major war killed one of his favorite authors before a series was finished, so what does Levi know of social interaction?) 

“If you’re in need of something to do, Barbatos and I found a few errors in your last few missives…” Lucifer begins. 

Diavolo, surprisingly, doesn’t jump to the bait.  

There are no witty remarks that come from the future king’s lips, only the lazy upward curl of a smile and a contented hum in return. 

Unused to the lack of a response from the other, Lucifer glances down at the small plate, Diavolo's cultivated pile of seeds gathered in the shallow puddle of juice.

Another pomegranate seed plinks onto the plate, and Lucifer watches through his peripherals as it topples the delicate balance of the seeds already there. 

He narrows his eyes at it briefly, as if it holds the answers to his obvious questions, but says nothing. Diavolo works at a steady pace, humming quietly under his breath as his nimble fingers pluck seeds from the fruit. 

For a while, they go on like that. 

Diavolo alternates between quietly munching on seeds and adding to his growing plate. Lucifer scribbles away at the parchment, his clean script much more legible than Diavolo’s own. 

Diavolo deserves an award, Lucifer thinks, for the longest amount of time spent not getting into trouble in Lucifer’s recent memory. Perhaps he should be more suspicious of the other’s uncharacteristically quiet nature, but Diavolo looks at ease with his menial task.

Diavolo’s tune continues, a soothing, low cadence to his voice offsetting the relative quiet of Lucifer’s quill scratching at the parchment. It’s a waltz, syrupy sweet and with a dreamlike quality as Diavolo’s humming carries the notes into creation. 

It casts a spell with charisma alone, and Lucifer doesn’t notice when his hand stills, quill hovering over the page as he tries to recognize the tune. A smile twists the prince’s lips, his lips stained darker with the sweet purple nectar.

Diavolo doesn’t hesitate in his motions, only glancing up at Lucifer through his lashes. Lucifer’s breath involuntarily catches in his throat.

Lucifer does not think about how Diavolo’s fingertips are stained as well, stained deeper than the curve of his lush lower lip. Does not think about the juice dripping down his tanned skin, drying sticky on his wrists. It is in the middle of these not-thoughts, their gazes catching in passing, that Diavolo speaks.

“20%.” 

“What?” Lucifer startles, despite himself, brows cinching with narrowed eyes. Diavolo reaches down with one long, purple-dyed finger to point at the line where Lucifer’s quill has stopped. The smile only grows, Diavolo tilting his head to the side as he reads the line off of Lucifer’s report.

“‘The sixth circle has under reported their amaranth yield again this quarter, their numbers being off by roughly,” He pauses for dramatic effect, which Lucifer finds wholly unnecessary considering this is a report, not a performance, ”20%.’”

Diavolo purses his lips, before it turns into a huffed laugh, “It’s probably because they pay tithe to Beelzebub. You should talk to him about that.” 

His eyes and hands go back to the fruit in front of him. Lucifer does not admit that the next part of his report was about to mention that it is likely due to his hungriest brother.

Saved from having to formulate a response, there’s a knock at the door, and Barbatos’ muffled voice on the other side calls, “Lucifer? Have you seen Prince Diavolo?” 

Diavolo’s posture immediately jerks up, and then his shoulders curl in on himself, like a child that knows he’s been caught. Barbatos is, most definitely, here for Diavolo. 

Lucifer is absolutely not relieved at the distraction. He levels Diavolo with a singular stare that somehow says I’m not covering for you, and nearly rolls his eyes when Diavolo returns a pained look that begs please?

A strange, out of place idea has Lucifer wanting to concede to Diavolo’s whims, to pretend that no one is there. Ridiculous. As they sit in the silence, there’s a moment where Diavolo’s eyes light up, as if thinking that Lucifer might actually help him out –

“He’s in here,” Lucifer says, because of course he is. All three of them know there’s no way that he wouldn’t be, and Diavolo deflates. 

It’s clear from the slight, upwards quirk of Barbatos’ lips that he knows Lucifer’s hesitation. Lucifer bristles at the thought, at Barbatos’ ability to always see more than is shown. 

Barbatos does not startle easily – in fact, Lucifer believes he can recall maybe a handful of times that the other has reacted with little more than resigned acceptance or rueful amusement. 

It wounds his pride, in a sense, to have Barbatos walk in on a scene like this (like what? Diavolo slowly working at Lucifer’s carefully constructed walls, trying to carve a contented little spot in Lucifer’s life? Yes. Lucifer is aware.) and have his reaction be anything less than shocked. Appalled? 

Perhaps aghast, that Lucifer too has fallen to the whims of his lord. 

Unless Barbatos thought that Lucifer would cave from the beginning, Lucifer realizes, and it sours his expression in the slightest. 

“Barbatos!” Diavolo grins, still slouched over the edge of the desk like it pains him to have good posture. 

“I have been looking for you, my lord,” Barbatos says, his voice as even and polite as ever. 

“I’ve been taking a break!” 

“It’s been four hours since you said you would be right back, sir. I thought I would help you find your way, since you seem to be having some trouble.”  

Diavolo, a devil of almost immeasurable power and status, has the gall to look sheepish in front of his butler and aide. He glances big, pleading eyes at Lucifer as if asking for help again, and Lucifer cocks one brow, saying nothing. 

A beat of silence passes, before Diavolo suddenly exhales loudly, tossing his hands (one of which is holding a knife, and the other a pomegranate, and juice splashes on the desk alarmingly close to his nearly-finished report) into the air. 

“Okay, okay! I’m coming,” Diavolo concedes, still brimming with amusement as he easily disposes of the empty pomegranate husk with his magic. Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he wipes the remnants of sticky juice off the blade and his fingers, staining the pristine white purple. 

“Let’s stop by the kitchens on the way there, Barbatos. Fruit has only made me realize how famished I truly am!” Diavolo says, placing the handkerchief down and stretching his arms up as he stands. 

“I can bring something to your office, my lord.” Barbatos shoots down the attempt at escape, and Diavolo tsks under his breath. 

“You’re too smart, Barbatos,” Diavolo says, walking towards his butler and patting one hand on the other’s shoulders, “You know all my tricks by now.” He nods sagely as they walk to the exit of the room. Barbatos gives a soft sigh. 

“We both know that’s not true, my lord.” 

Lucifer watches, unafraid to admit to himself that he finds some amusement in Diavolo’s plight, before he realizes the mess that Diavolo has left behind. 

“Your – ” Mess? Pile of fruit seeds? Penchant for completely derailing Lucifer’s productivity? Whatever Lucifer had intended to say is cut off by a dismissive wave of Diavolo’s hand and a cheerful slant of a smile on the other’s face. 

“Those are for you!” Diavolo laughs, and Lucifer doesn’t have the opportunity to get a response in before Diavolo whirls into the hallway, Barbatos shutting the door after him with a soft click. 

Lucifer sits in silence, listening to the muffled, familiar chatter between the two, fading as they travel further from the door. He tells himself that this is to make sure that Diavolo has truly left, not for any other frivolous, flowery reasons that his brothers might claim, were they to know of his lingering gaze on the plate, the stained handkerchief Diavolo left behind. 

The plate of pomegranate seeds rests in the corner of his desk, still untouched.

Lucifer ignores it until the candles in the room burn dangerously low, the only indication of time passing thanks to the endless twilight of the Devildom. When he finally decides to stop, he rolls his neck to alleviate the stiffness, eyes fluttering shut at the tension. 

When they open again, his gaze lands once more on the plate. 

This time, it stays. 

Alone in the privacy of his office, Lucifer props an elbow unceremoniously on the table. He brings his hand to his chin, gloved fingers tapping at his lips. More silence passes, a decision is made. Lucifer tugs off the glove of his right hand.

For him, Diavolo had said. 

Lucifer isn’t particularly fond of pomegranates. 

The flavor isn’t anything amazing to him, and they’re much too messy, but there’s a strange, perverse pleasure beginning to blossom inside him at the fresh memory of Diavolo devoting his time to a task solely for Lucifer, understanding coloring where there was once muted shades of gray.  

Kings are servants to their kingdoms, but there’s an undeniable intimacy in the act of servitude for one. 

It makes the initial burst of flavor on his tongue all the more sweet. 

[indiavolowetrust]

Hello, how are you? I was just thinking on a short HC about summer in which MC went to the beach on a "weekend mini vacation" with Lucifer, Diavilo and Barbatos and their thoughts (individually) upon seeing her in a small and pretty bikini and later their reactions while she "oh so innocently" eats a devil crush super spicy mango popsicle looking at them with a sly smile 🏖🍦🤭 Thank youu 💕

Hi, love, thanks for sending in an ask! I mashed the thoughts of seeing her in a swimsuit and watching her eat a popsicle into one scene for ease of narration. These are divided into each perspective, with each one written in second person. I also took a bit of liberty with the writing.

I hope you like it!

LUCIFER

Humans are not ravishing creatures. Humans are neither entrancing nor enthralling. Humans are neither breathtaking nor -- nor stunning, for whatever damned reason there ever could be for one to appear as such. Humans do not have the ability to seduce a magnificent demon such as yourself in such a bewitching manner, to nearly bring you to your knees, or to bring all your thoughts to a screeching halt upon catching sight of her. Such a capability on her part should not be possible, much less thinkable, for humans are but simple, stupid beasts. For humans are nothing more but pawns between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm, and you are quite possibly the most magnificent demon that the Devildom has ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

Yet here she is, standing in direct contrast to those sentiments. Your eyes flicker to her once, and she smiles at you.

God, she is irritating.

The human begins to bound towards your place on the boardwalk, perhaps seeing your glance towards her as an invitation, and you do your best not to stare at the more indecent parts of her as she does so. Despite the frigid air of the Devildom, the human has decided upon wearing a rather miniscule bikini. It is yet another aspect of her that -- no, it does nothing but vex you. The human does nothing but try to incense you at every turn.

“Want one?” she offers, proffering what appears to be a popsicle in her hands. “The lady at the counter said she only had two more in stock, so I thought I’d grab one for you. If -- if you wanted it, that is.”

The popsicle in her hands begins to melt slightly. Your eyes most certainly do not trace the path the sticky juice makes against the curve of her breasts.

You shake your head. “No, but I appreciate the offer. I’m not one for sweets.”

She raises a brow. “Suit yourself then,” she says, regarding the two popsicles in her hands. A moment, and she pops one into her mouth. Her very soft, wonderful mouth. “I’ll see if Lord Diavolo wants it.”

The human turns on her heel, beginning to head back towards the small place you, Diavolo, and Barbatos have settled on the beach. You let out a small sigh of relief at that, despite your inability to ascertain exactly why. As strange as her human methods of communication are, you cannot help but find it --

Your body shifts before your eyes can even register the motion, and you twist yourself just so beneath her to prevent her from crashing into the boardwalk. A slight squeak of surprise, and you realize that she has dropped the two popsicles against her body. Another moment, and you realize the position that you two have placed yourselves in.

The sticky juice of the popsicle has stained her mouth just enough to give it the appearance of a flush there. Crushed parts of the treat trail down her barely clad form. Her hands are only slightly propped against you, giving you a rather inappropriate view. She smiles -- in a sly manner, perhaps -- and despite yourself, you find an uncharacteristic heat beginning to rise to your cheeks.

Irritating, you think to yourself. She is only irritating. Endearing shouldn’t be the word for this.

DIAVOLO

You peruse the options on the ice cream stand, humming slightly. While you know little of human confectionaries -- other than the wonderful treat that is a filled cigar cookie -- you are sure that the human would enjoy something more local. Something a bit more typical of the Devildom’s tastes. And so your eyes flicker to and fro on the menu before you, your decision stuck between a particularly spicy mango popsicle and a scoop of nightbloom ice cream.

“You don’t have to put that much thought into it,” says the human from beside you. “I’m not that picky. Either is fine.”

“Nonsense!” you respond. “Sharing culture through food is one of the best ways of doing it!”

You glance at her for a moment -- taking in the image of revealed skin, the bikini, the pursing of her mouth -- before looking away once more, attempting to preoccupy yourself with the decision. It is likely typical in human cultures to show so much skin, likely. A symptom of her culture. You have gathered at least that much from her lack of a reaction to her own image.

This choice of image, you decide, is not an attempt to seduce you. The future king of the Devildom, besides, should not be so weak as to such tactics to --

The human steps in front of you, leaning slightly over the counter. It is an excellent view. Enough to distract you from your very important cross-cultural mission of sharing tastes in confectionaries.

“Could we do the, um --” the human looks at the menu, double-checking the name, “-- the mango one? Two of those, please.”

The demoness shoots her a many-toothed smile. “Of course! Anything for my lord and his lady.”

You blink. “Oh, she isn’t --”

It’s a bit too late. The two popsicles that the demoness hands the human have been pierced with a small, heart-shaped toothpick -- a trend in the Devildom’s world of confectionaries, it seems -- and once again there is that knowing smile. You reflexively grin at her in turn, attempting to hide whatever embarrassment there may be in your demeanor. The brilliance of your expression, however, does nothing to dissuade her from teasing you further.

A dozen more needle-like teeth make themselves known. “Have fun on your date!”

You realize, minutes later, exactly why the demoness had chosen to stick the toothpick into the popsicle.

The human licks and sucks at the frozen treat, her tongue forced to wind its way around the obstruction in the popsicle. You cannot help but stare at her even as you begin to enjoy your own. It drips slightly down the curve of her lips as she does so, giving the skin there an especially glossy appearance. Accompanying the sound of her mouth with a salacious air. Forcing your thoughts to go somewhere else completely -- somewhere that is not decidedly anything to do with an innocent excursion on the beach. When she has just finished sucking away at the tip of the popsicle, her mouth now fully stained with the juice, she turns to you with a sly smile.

You realize that this human is attempting to seduce you.

Much to your embarrassment, it is very, very effective.

BARBATOS

It is certainly not the first time that you have seen such a display. A lifespan that spans nearly the length of two or three millennia has done well enough to dull your response. Outwardly, at least. You have seen an innumerable number of succubi and incubi alike, their writhing, naked bodies free of any imperfections. Demons and monsters of all sorts have approached both the old king and the prince of the Devildom many, many times, further lessening any reaction you might have. Plump demonesses who may have just as well have stepped out from a Renaissance painting, perfectly sculpted incubi who could stand as the perfect image of athleticism, elusive monsters with the ability to take on any and all appearances they might have thought attractive to the king -- you’ve seen it all.

Perhaps that is why something stirs in you now.

“Come on, you don’t have to be reserved all the time!” the human says, grinning. She partakes of a spicy mango popsicle, the remnants of which drip onto the bare skin of her sternum. Which is expected, given the rather immodest garment that she wears now. “I could’ve saved you one.”

“I am merely accompanying my lord. It would be inappropriate.”

She quirks her lips to one side. “I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t notice. And we aren’t even in the castle right now.”

“My professionalism extends to wherever my lord may be at the moment.”

The human frowns at that, clearly disappointed, but says nothing else on the matter. It is a welcome change from her incessant questioning and urging, one would think. A moment of peace and quiet. Yet you feel a pang of guilt for refusing her in such a manner.

As expected of a human, she is a rather messy eater. Her tongue draws itself slowly up and down the length of the popsicle, encouraging small portions of juice to flow down both her hand and the curve of a breast. It shines against the bare skin. Despite yourself, you cannot help but study her.

Her body is rife with imperfections. Stretchmarks line both her hips and  thighs, with the most prominent ones positioned more outwards on her body. There is also the hint of cellulite flecked across her derriere. Fading scars from some childhood accident, you surmise, cross a shoulder, standing out from the otherwise unmarked skin around the area. Dimples make themselves known on her cheeks when she turns the popsicle this way and that, as she eats it with a rather strange method, and you can discern the slight unevenness on her features. Unlike the incubi and succubi that you have grown accustomed to over the centuries, this human bears none of that set perfection.

She smiles at you the moment she catches you staring, the barest hint of a more sly nature apparent in the expression. A painfully obvious attempt at seduction.

It is a completely unnecessary gesture. Her imperfection has long intoxicated you before she had ever thought of doing so.

[obeyme-kaidii]

Lesson 25 Summary (2/2)

(part 1 HERE)

MC and Mammon explore a carnival with Little D Number 2.

Mammon explains how the carnival works to MC, and then reminisces about a time he took Beel and Belphie to a carnival when they were still in the Celestial Realm.

Number 2 then explains that the reason Diavolo and Lucifer are at the carnival is to track down this illegal casino that is rumored to operate behind the scenes. This information makes Mammon a wee bit uncomfortable and he tries to get out of helping Number 2, claiming he has other plans.

MC asks that Mammon stays though, so he relents and agrees to accompany them to keep them happy. Number 2 of course teases Mammon about being such a pushover, and Mammon threatens him (a pattern that will surely repeat itself multiple times during their trip).

Upon arriving at the carnival Mammon complains, and Number 2 starts to narrate/translate what Mammon is really thinking - much to Mammon’s displeasure. When a carnival ghost takes a surprise photo of Mammon and MC together, Number 2 teases Mammon further by stating that the ghost said they looked like a happy couple.

Pleased to have his relationship with MC acknowledged as a couple, Mammon calms down and takes a minute to look at the photos being sold and realizes that they are too expensive for him. MC then offers to buy it for him and Mammon “accepts their tribute”.

Number 2 then turns to MC and asks them if they are in fact dating Mammon. The question surprises Mammon and you’re given the option of agreeing or disagreeing. (I of course agree because I love Mammon to bits 😍)

If MC agrees and acknowledges their relationship with Mammon, Number 2 teases Mammon by asking them if they are sure if they want to settle for Mammon. At which point Mammon goes on the defensive and proudly declares his love for MC.

Number 2 drags the pair along to various carnival attractions, including a crane game featuring a “zombie iguana” (I need fan art of this please, it sounds adorable). He starts to nag Mammon about winning him a prize, and finally Mammon caves (because he’s a softie) and wins an iguana for both MC and Number 2.

As the trio continues to wander around the carnival, MC gets shoved into Mammon and he offers them his hand to stop them from getting lost or falling and being hurt. Number 2 doesn’t let the opportunity pass to tease Mammon once again about how sweet he is on MC.

Number 2 then begins to share about his life at the palace. Apparently Barbatos is a rather tough boss. And Little D Number 1 and Number 4 really don’t get along well. And each of the Little Ds is an individual, tyvm, with their own personality.

He then describes Lord Diavolo as the only one that shows them kindness. And even when Barbatos is angry with them, and scolding them, he’s still smiling the same as ever (which is all the more terrifying). Mammon agrees with Number 2 and his assessment of Barbatos.

Mammon then reminds Number 2 of what they are supposed to be doing (looking for Diavolo and Lucifer). Number 2 suggests that perhaps they should try looking inside some of the attractions (because that makes perfect sense 🙄). He laments the fact that they don’t know where the illegal casino is located, because if they did things would be easier. Mammon accidentally lets slip that it’s tough to find because they change the location every year.

Number 2 then suddenly has an idea as to where Diavolo and Lucifer could be and drags MC and Mammon off to a haunted house. Mammon is absolutely not happy about this at all. But Number 2 assures them it’s a good spot to look since the casino was next door at the House of Mirrors last year.

Mammon quickly starts to fall to pieces, since he’s scared out of his mind, and the tsundere act is dropped as he seeks support from MC. Of course Number 2 is still hanging around and doesn’t miss the opportunity to spook Mammon.

When Mammon tries to make a run for it, he realizes he can’t let go of MC’s hand at all. He starts to panic a bit at that (but at least stopped freaking out about the haunted house for the moment), and Number 2 reminds him that Lucifer is a pro at removing curses, so he’ll be fine as soon as they can find him. Of course Number 2 doesn’t miss this opportunity to narrate Mammon’s inner thoughts and tease him further about the fact he secretly wouldn’t mind being stuck holding MC’s hand.

As they continue exploring the haunted house, they eventually reach a place that has two different paths. Number 2 spooks Mammon again, and Mammon threatens him once more. After the path splits for a second time, Mammon seems to have calmed down a little and realizes it’s awfully quiet. It doesn’t take long for him and MC to realize that Number 2 is no longer with them and they are on their own.

Mammon and MC next find themselves in a room that looks notably different from the rest of the Haunted House. A disembodied voice calls out to them and claims their bond will now be tested.

The voice goes on to explain that it will ask Mammon and MC questions about the other, and if they should fail to answer the questions correctly that they’ll be fed to a horde of zombies.

The first question goes to MC, and it’s about the name of the figurine that Levi wanted that Mammon had won and refused to give him (mentioned in season 1, the answer is Seraphina). Mammon’s question is about who MC danced with after Lucifer while at the retreat at Diavolo’s castle (it was Solomon, whom Mammon resented for some time because he had wanted to dance with MC first).

Having answered both questions correctly, Mammon starts to celebrate only for the celebration to be cut short by the roar of zombies. The voice then tells him that the zombies aren’t really in their control so they aren’t exactly safe.

Mammon starts to panic as the roar of the zombies grows closer. You’re then given the option of distracting Mammon several different ways, the most romantic of which is to hug him first, and then kiss him.

Now somewhat calm (well, worked up for a different reason at least), Mammon is able to think more clearly and hightails it out of the haunted house and to safety, with MC in tow.

Once safely outside, Mammon and MC reunite with Number 2. Turns out he had managed to find his way out sometime ago, and was now enjoying an ice cream while he waited. Mammon is understably upset that Number 2 just abandoned them after leading them into the (completely unnecessary) haunted house. So Number 2 promises that the NEXT place he takes them will surely be the right one.

Favorite scenes -

Levi fangirling

A date with Mammon

A gift for Mammon

Mammon’s love confession

Holding Mammon’s hand

Distracting Mammon

[honnybunnie]

Sprained Knee 1: Arguements

The first two to enter the room were Asmo and Satan, they ran to you on opposing sides. Still in a crawling position, you whimpered a bit, trying to adjust from stomach to butt. Mid adjust you skidded the injured knee on the floor. You whined harder. Amso is ready to help you balance, and Satan folding a pillow in half to level your leg

Asmo: my darling mc, what happened to you.

A scarlet color surfaced on your face, very embarrassed that you hurt yourself during a workout session. Already hearing Beel saying that he knew this could happen. Pain still over lapping the embarrassment

Mc: *tears in eyes* I slipped while working out.

The pain was too great to endure, but the thought of them thinking your weak and fragile was a tad humiliating.

Satan: Asmo, where's Lucifer we are going to have take her to the human world to get examined.

Asmo: ehhh?.. I cant say I know where he is, I just know he went with Diavolo after dinner.

More footsteps approach but this time very calculated and normal paced.

Diavolo and lucifer set foot into the room, lucifer handling a first aid kit. Approaching you, while taking a ace bandage in hand placing the kit on the bed.

Diavolo: Mc, im sorry to hear that you are injured. Lucifer insisted that I head home and he would asset the predicament. But I had to make sure our dear student was okay. Is there anything I can do.

Mc: Do you have a hospital here?.

Lucifer: *scoffs* What business do you have in a demon hospital. *wrapping the bandage ever so carefully around your knee.*

Diavolo: Now, Lucifer she doesn't know that they don't treat humans here. Its best to go to the human world.

Asmo: oh honey thats why satan said earlier you need a human hospital.

Satan: It would still be quite a trip since its on the other side of town.

You acknowledge this information. Knowing if any demon saw easy prey like you, there would be trouble weather or not if any of the brothers were with you. But still its not like anyone can carry you, it would put pressure on the back of th knee which would cause unnecessary pain.

Diavolo: Mc, Lucifer and 2 brothers can escort you to and from the hospital in the human world.

After all the brothers invaded your room it wasn't long for an argument to brew in the room. All the brothers were now complaining that they should go. Mammon saying he was ya first, Levi saying that as best friends he was definitely going, Satan and Asmo retorting that they were the first to arrive on the scene, Beel saying he should go because its fault for even letting you work out alone, and finally Belphie saying he hasn't had enough time with you..

In the end you choose Beel and Belphie to go with you above the surface. Satan and Mammon got to go to London not to long ago, and promised Asmo that he can be the first to take care of any needs upon returning home. To his delight and to the others it seemed like a fair decision.

You'd be lying if you said getting to the human hospital wasn't tiresome, all the energy that was used to bounce on one foot while beel and Belphie helped with balanced. You swear this was the most determined you have ever seen the twins. Not complaining that they were tired or hungry. After an hour of constant resting and sharp pain, you got to sit on a chair.

Lucifer handed you a clipboard with some information already filled out. Interesting really, he didn't seem to be the type to know you well. He was the only one you hadn't made a pact with. You filled in the rest of the information for him to hand in. Belphie promptly sitting next to you, giving into sleep placing his pillow on your shoulder and sleeping. While Beel staring at into the assorted snacks in the vending machine.

You stare at Lucifer who is sitting across from you shaking his leg with impatience, though he will not look up from his DDD. Punching in character after character into a text maybe. If you knew anything about how hospitals work your gonna be here a while, longer than the walk.

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

Love Story of a Fangirl 7/10

Chapter Summary: The End begins and you bet everything on the one demon whose entire existence is a monument to Heaven’s failure.

Previous|| First Chapter

[Chapter 7: We Took an Oath]

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In the aftermath of the reveal, you sat by the window seat and calmly ruminated on the words the witch had given you. It was a rare moment of peace between the four of you, Mammon was sleeping on your shoulder, Lucifer and Satan engaged in a quiet conversation.

You stared at the passing scenery outside as your hand tightly held Mammon’s hand in yours. Barely three months had passed since you arrived in Devildom and made pacts with most of the demon brothers. There were times when you thought of them as a pain in the ass and definitely considered throwing salt and holy water at them but you would not deny the amount of fun they brought to your life.

“Mmmm” You glanced at Mammon and felt yourself smile.

He was really a different person when asleep. You remembered how easily he cried at the sad scenes during the play and when he’d go and seek out your affection.

You turned and looked at Lucifer and Satan, both of them watching you. And though you could not grasp the thoughts in their mind, you knew that you had shown them something worth considering and you didn’t mind. Beyond the easy guise of a playful love, and the mindless infatuation of a human… your deep regards for Mammon was perhaps the only truthful thing you’ve ever had.

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In the comfort of his room, you accompanied Satan in practicing his speech. You were his rapt audience, attentively listening to his cadence while he delivered a truly magnificent speech in regards to the Exchange Student Program. At the end of it, you applauded him for his efforts and sincerely praised his speech writing.

“But are you really fine with me, using Mammon and you as an example of its ongoing success?” Satan worried.

“Yep,” You assured him “For Mammon and I to develop this much would bring a lot of benefits to Diavolo’s plan. Besides by having this said in an assembly is the same as Diavolo approving of our relationship.”

Your pleased smile, one Satan only ever saw when you were being crafty, appeared and made him laugh in surprise.

“It seems that I don’t have to worry about you too much” Satan said, silently applauding how you had gained more than what you gave.

“You’re welcome then~!” 

You were unrepentant for your scheme, you added, “Though I’d like it if you keep this a little secret~ Barbatos is a tough one to deal with once our interests no longer align.”

Satan was surprised with your apparent honesty. You could only smile wryly at him and answer his unspoken question, “The truth is that something big is going to happen soon...I have a hunch it has to do with Belphie.”

Whatever easy atmosphere he had was replaced by seriousness, “What do you mean?”

“I’ll most likely push Lucifer’s bottom line soon...and you know how much he cares for all of you so...when that time comes I want your help to deal with the aftermath. Other than Mammon, you’re someone who has a good control of his emotions.” You told him what you wanted.

“...just what did you do?”

“I can’t tell but I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Satan, when that time comes...can I rely on you?”

“Why not Mammon?” 

“Because when it comes to me...Mammon would rather hurt himself than let me suffer any grievances” You could only look at the ground sadly.

Before Mammon you wouldn’t have cared less if someone died for you but Mammon had changed you, he made you care for him and by extension began to honestly care for his brothers and the others as well. It was only inevitable that you’d put his well-being above yours.

“...You...really care for him that much?” Satan hesitantly asked as he looked at you.

You had dropped all pretenses of being invincible for a human. It wasn’t like that time on the ride home where he had caught a glimpse of your softness that was only ever reserved for Mammon. Satan didn’t doubt for a second that if given a choice you’d easily forsake everything else for Mammon.

That if push comes to shove, all else was irrelevant and unnecessary compared to Mammon.

It was a terrifying yet equally amusing thought. He wondered how much could you change, a mere human, that they happened to meet. Satan knew that you were aware of your transient life, that a hundred years to you was a mere blink of an eye for them.

“If...there was one thing I could ask of God...it would be Mammon.”

Your confession hang heavy in the air. The solemnity of your tone, the weight of your love for a damned. Satan looked at you in the eye and peered into your soul, wanting to judge for himself how much you had meant such words. And through your eyes he saw truth that you kept even from yourself.

“I swear, upon the pact that we made, that I, Satan, will assist you in your goals. My dear ambitious Master, you can entrust this matter to me.”

You smiled and left his room. There was still a dinner celebration that you needed to prepare for.

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[solartranslations]

Jolly 4/23: Cursed Power, Tarocco

The one talking to Jolly as he continues his research is…

~*Scene: Alchemy Room*~

Jolly: You’ve been watching my experimental equipment for some time now…

Jolly: Is it that enjoyable, Elmo?

Elmo: Yes, Jolly

Jolly: Just, make sure not to touch that container carelessly

Jolly: That is something very important to me

Elmo: Okay, I understand

Elmo: …It looks like, a baby

Jolly: Does it?

Jolly: That’s one of you

Jolly: When they come out you can play together

Elmo: When will that be?

Jolly: Well…if they grow up quickly like you, you can play very soon

Elmo: I want to play together soon

Elmo: …It’s boring all by myself

Jolly: You don’t like being in this room?

Jolly: I gave you many books so you wouldn’t be bored

Elmo: It’s fun reading books though

Jolly: Hm…it really is

Jolly: I chose books that would enable you to acquire language and knowledge…

Jolly: I started with children’s picture books, then novels, technical books, and even dictionaries

Jolly: You’d read everything and forget about the time

Jolly: In the end, you even showed interest in my alchemy books

Jolly: That surprised me

Elmo: That book was difficult for me…

Jolly: Of course you wouldn’t understand it

Jolly: Even among adults, there are few who can really understand it

Jolly: And there’s only a mere handful of people who can apply it

Elmo: A book with so many characters I’ve never seen isn’t very interesting

Jolly: Then, what kinds of books were interesting?

Elmo: Um well……

Elmo: …Oh. That book was the most enjoyable!

Elmo: Historia Regalo!

Jolly: Ah. The one about Regalo’s history and landscape

Jolly: That book I provided, thinking it would be useful in teaching you about this island and the lives of its people

Elmo: There’s lots of pictures, it’s very pretty

Jolly: So that’s why you said you wanted to go outside so badly

Elmo: …It’s because I wanted to see the real thing

Jolly: I had business that day, so I couldn’t accompany you for the whole day…

Jolly: But, you followed my instructions and came home on time which was a relief

Jolly: Since you were born, I’ve been observing you

Jolly: I can say that you are a child who doesn’t cause me trouble

Jolly: But, I’m honestly amazed at Elmo’s growth

Jolly: He came out of the container in perfect human form, and in no time…

Jolly: He’s acquired language and knowledge remarkably, and was able to perform impossible actions shortly after birth

Jolly: He’s so perfect, even I feel somewhat uneasy

Jolly: This result is truly magnificent…

Jolly: Since you aren’t a burden on me, you are a help to me above all

Elmo: I’ve been helpful?

Jolly: Of course. You’re not aware? How adorable

Jolly: Even though you’ve perfectly mastered the power of “The Tower”…

Elmo: The power of “The Tower”…

Jolly: Yes, the reason you were born in this world, is to host the power of the Tarocco…

Jolly: It was correct to jump into the contract without hesitation

(*smirk) Jolly: You succeeded in contracting “The Tower” without any difficulty

Jolly: You continuously use the power unconsciously

Jolly: A regular human would have collapsed already

Jolly: Your emotional strength is limitless

Jolly: The amethyst I implanted in your body makes that possible

(*pat pat)

Jolly: What, are you looking for it?

Jolly: There’s no point in putting it close enough to the surface to be touched

Jolly: In order for you to always manifest your power…right

Elmo: So, Jolly. What is it that I can do?

Jolly: What you can do…you mean the power you were given?

Jolly: It’s something very convenient to me as well

Jolly: It’s the power to create strong, invisible barriers

Jolly: It only reaches the range of this laboratory for now but…

Jolly: If we can improve your power with research and your own growth, it’s possible for the range to be extended

Jolly: It could envelope the entire mansion, and I’ve considered its ability to protect the entire island someday

Jolly: If we can defend against the invasion of foreign enemies, the burden on the Family will decrease

Elmo: Um…that’s complicated, and I don’t really understand…

Elmo: But, that just means I should listen to whatever you say, right Jolly?

Jolly: That’s right, Elmo

Elmo: If doing what you say means I’m useful to you, then I’m happy with that

Jolly: Yes. Your existence is extremely beneficial

Jolly: Even with the effective range currently limited to this laboratory, I can keep unwanted visitors away

Jolly: …It protects me

Jolly: You’re a good boy

Jolly: But, if you push yourself to hard and something happens, it will be a problem

Jolly: How do you feel? If anything feels strange, report it to me right away

Elmo: I’m fine

Elmo: I want to learn more and more

Jolly: Well, well. You’re quite ambitious

Jolly: Oh yeah, on the day you went out, how was it walking around the island?

Jolly: You were probably able to properly absorb anything you couldn’t gain with just the knowledge I gave you by actually seeing it

Elmo: Yup. I saw a lot of things that were in the books

Elmo: The sea, the city streets, the church…the real thing was really pretty

Elmo: I met a lot of other people too. I talked to them too

Elmo: Oh yeah! Diavolo! I just learned it that day!!

Jolly: Diavolo? …You mean the devil? When and where did you learn that word?

Elmo: It was when I was listening to stories with everyone…at the church

Jolly: Everyone?

Jolly: Does that mean, you made friends that day?

Jolly: Tell me everything that happened

Elmo: Yeah, sure. It was really fun. At first…

~*Flashback: Fiore Street*~

(*whack)

Boy A: Oww~

Girl A: You okay?

Boy B: It’s because you didn’t watch where you were running

Boy A: Shut up! It’s because you’re so slow. It’ll start if we don’t hurry

Girl A: What’s wrong? Are you okay too?

Boy B: Are you hurt?

Boy A: !? It’s your fault since you didn’t move

Boy B: No, it’s yours too

Boy A: I didn’t do anything wrong!

Elmo: Th…thanks

Girl A: It…doesn’t look like you’re hurt

Elmo: Hm? Yup! I’m fine! I was just startled a little

Boy B: You’re so thin. I can’t believe you’re okay after he bumped into you!

Boy A: …Hey, we have to hurry~! We won’t make it!!

Girl A: Yeah, you’re right. Everyone’s probably there already

Boy B: What are you spacing out for? It’s time for Piccolino

Elmo: Picco…lino…?

Boy A: Huh!? You don’t know!?

Boy A: Seriously!? There isn’t anyone who doesn’t know about Piccolino!

Boy A: …Actually, I’ve never seen you before. Did you come here recently?

Elmo: Yup, that’s right

Boy A: Oh, okay!! Then we can go together today!!

Boy A: Since you’re spaced out like that, you’re not busy right~?

Girl A: ! Yeah, it’s fun! Let’s go together!!

Girl A: The important guys that protect the island will be there

Boy B: They tell us lots of stories

Girl A: They listen to our stories too!

Boy B: Like if we have any troubles and stuff…

Girl A: If you ask stuff you don’t know, they’ll answer everything! You learn a lot

Boy A: Learn! That’s boring

Boy A: What do you think we were playing when they were telling that story?

Girl A: Huh!? You mean when we were listening to that really interesting story!?

Boy A: Everyone plays games! It’s really fun!!

Boy B: And the snacks are really yummy

Boy A: Yeah, really good! Even better than the biscotti my mom makes!!

Girl A: There’re so good!

Boy A: Come on, let’s run!! It’s going to start!

Boy A: Hurry!!!

~*End Flashback*~

Jolly: So, you participated in Piccolino

Jolly: Piccolino being the event that the Family holds for children

Jolly: Hmph…. So you made contact with other users of Arcana powers before I could introduce you…

Jolly: So those with special powers do attract each other…

Jolly: I believe Luca and the others were on duty that day…

Jolly: So. What is this Diavolo?

Jolly: What stories were you told at Piccolino?

~*Flashback: Church Inside*~

Debito: A kid who lost his parents came to a church looking for help from the Arcana Famiglia……

Girl A: ……

Debito: There, the kid met the Diavolo…but he’s a kid, right?

Debito: The kid didn’t think he was a Diavolo…

Girl B: ……

Pace: ……

Debito: Unfortunately…by the time he noticed, the kid had become the Diavolo’s servant…

Boy A: ……

Luca: ……

Debito: …Afterwards the kid lived hidden in the darkness…he became Belzebu

Boy A: ……

Debito: The Diavolo comes to this church looking for servants even now…

Boy B: ……

(*dramatic effect) Debito: Look, he’s over there!!!

(*hoot!) Fukurota: Hoot

Boy A: …AHHHH!!

Girl A: WAHHH!!

Debito: Come on, don’t be scared. Fukurota, your timing is perfect

Boy A: Huh!? I-it wasn’t real!?

Debito: No. I didn’t say it wasn’t real

Debito: Now, I’ll teach you how to recognize Diavolo

Boy A: …*gulp*

Debito: Diavolo’s right eye shines

Debito: If you see the right eye shine…it’s over…

~*End Flashback*~

Jolly: Diavolo’s servant…? His right eye shines…?

Jolly: Debito…! That’s so unnecessary…

Jolly: I understand what happened

Jolly: We don’t need to talk about Piccolino anymore

Elmo: Um…but…

Jolly: What? You want to continue talking about Debito’s ridiculousness?

Elmo: No.…Um…it’s not about him…

Elmo: Jolly, there’s something I wanted to ask you…

Jolly: What?

Elmo: Um…it’s about a girl…

Jolly: A girl? This was at Piccolino?

Elmo: Yup. She had red hair…and an owl with her…

Jolly: Oh. You mean Felicita

Elmo: Felicita…?

Jolly: Did Ojou-sama do something?

Elmo: …That day. I had fun meeting a lot of people but…

Elmo: But only when I met her did I feel weird

Elmo: When I looked at her, I felt nervous somehow

Elmo: Even though there wasn’t anything when I looked at anyone else…

Elmo: I don’t know…how I should say it…

(*smirk) Jolly: …Hah

Elmo: Don’t laugh, Jolly! I’m sick, right!?

Jolly: Sick? Who said that?

Elmo: The man who hid his eye…

Elmo: He said I was “inflicted with love at first sight”!

Elmo: I’m sick with something called that!

Elmo: If I’m sick, I might not be able to help you anymore, Jolly…

Elmo: That’s why I wanted to ask you

Elmo: Is it really true?

Jolly: That Debito…he got carried away and exaggerated something unnecessarily

Jolly: But, for Elmo to harbor such feelings for Ojou-sama…very interesting

Jolly: I know, Elmo

Jolly: Just as Debito says, the feeling you have that you can’t understand is

Jolly: Being “inflicted with love at first sight”. It matches

Elmo: What! Am I going to die?

Jolly: You won’t die. Debito talked like it was an illness, but there isn’t anything wrong with you

Jolly: You told me you felt fine earlier, right?

Elmo: Yes. And, it doesn’t hurt anywhere…

Jolly: That’s how it is, Elmo

Jolly: Don’t worry about it. There was no mistake in what I said

Elmo: Yeah, okay. I’m going to be fine!

Elmo: So it really was a match with being “inflicted with love at first sight”!

Jolly: In any case…I can’t believe he’s grown enough to feel such emotions…

Jolly: It’s like he’s perfectly human…

Jolly: If I can make them like Elmo, I can create homunculi one after another…

Jolly: Elmo, I’ll give you more siblings

Jolly: If you have lots of friends, you’ll be happy

Jolly: For now, I ask that you not disturb me

Elmo: I told her that I wanted to meet her again

Elmo: Can I go tell her about what you taught me, Jolly?

Jolly: Sure, I don’t mind

Jolly: An outing that I didn’t know of would be a problem. You should go see Ojou-sama

Elmo: Yes! Thank you, Jolly

Elmo: I’m going to look for her!

Jolly: Make sure nobody sees you in the mansion

Elmo: Okay. I’ll go now

~*Scene: Vivace Plaza*~

Elmo: Ah! Miss!

Elmo: So this is where you were, I was looking for you

Giorgio: Oh? You were looking for Ojou?

Elmo: Yup. I wandered all over town…but, I’m glad~, I finally got to see her!

Simone: Looks like you have some important business then

Elmo: Yup, we promised. That we wanted to see each other again!

Elmo: So, I have something I want to say to her

Antonio: Well, well. You’re even popular among children

Raphaelo: So, what did you want to say to Ojou?

>…Will you hurry?

(No Amore)

>Tell me if you want?

(+10 Amore Jolly)

>We meet again

(+20 Amore Jolly)

Elmo: Huh……

Simone: Whoa! Ojou? Isn’t that mean for such a little kid?

Elmo: Okay! I’ve been running around all day so I could do that!

Giorgio: Wow~, Ojou is so cruel to even such a small child!

Elmo: Cruel…?

Simone: Ah~, it’s fine! That’s not a word a good kid needs to remember!

Elmo: Since I promised…I’ve been working hard so we could definitely meet again!

Antonio: …You’re admirable. Sticking with something you decided on is important

Raphaelo: …Aren’t you exaggerating?

Elmo: So, Miss!

Elmo: Apparently I’m “inflicted with love at first sight”!!

Felicita: !

Giorgio: Who is with who? You mean you are with Ojou?

Elmo: Yup!

Simone: Well then, I guess we should leave you two alone

Simone: Ojou! We’ll go ahead

>That might be a bit of a problem…

(+10 Amore Jolly)

>Thank you

(+20 Amore Jolly)

>…Since you’re a kid, I think you should act more like one

(No Amore)

Elmo: I…see…

Elmo: Um? Is the problem, that you don’t…know me very well?

Elmo: Okay! Then! I could talk to you more…

Elmo: You want to know more and more about me, right!

Elmo: Really!? …Ehehe…

Elmo: I’m really glad I got to meet you today…

(*shock) Elmo: Huh…….

Elmo: Did I…say something weird…?

Elmo: I guess I didn’t study enough…

Elmo: You see, Jolly taught me about how I feel right now!

Felicita: !?

Elmo: Yup, of course! I know Jolly really well!

Felicita: *sigh*

Elmo: Huh? You think Jolly’s scary?

Elmo: He’s not scary. He called me a good boy and patted my head earlier

>I’m a little scared of him…

(No Amore)

>……So Jolly’s nice

(+20 Amore Jolly)

>You must really like Jolly

(+10 Amore Jolly

Elmo: Huh~! But he isn’t at all!

Elmo: I mean, he told me a lot about you?

Elmo: Yup! He’s really nice!

Elmo: I’m sure he’ll be nice to you too

Elmo: Of course I like him!

Elmo: He’s so nice!

Elmo: Ah, I’m so glad I could meet you!!!

Elmo: I was able to say a lot of what I wanted to!

Elmo: See you then, Miss!

~*End of Scene*~

You have one Heart Voice. It can be heard within SPECIAL

(Continue to Jolly April 25)

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[justanotherdumpingground]

Chapter Reviews: January 15-19, 2019 + more stuff on RoD

Desire & Decorum Chapter 5:

Eh, it's okay. I mean, I'm glad I get to dance with Prince Hamid and hang out with Briar and the other love interests. Too bad I couldn't afford to spend some time with Prince Hamid alone, but because I won't get a clue, no huge loss. I'll do it someday, however.

Great. Lady Grandmother strikes back and, surprise, she wants me to go back to Duke Richards. I just think there must be some way to knock some sense into her. What I'm also wondering is how power politics will also play into this story, considering the fact that she talks like her hands are tied or something. After all, Duke Richards has a proper title, direct family connections to the royal family, and the influence to tip things in his favor.

The Heist: Monaco Chapter 7:

This is a fun chapter. I love the banter between Sybil and Anton. It's like they have potential to be a couple or something.

Anyway, working with Sybil was quite fun. It was thrilling to break into Ulrich's house and grab some tools as well as intel. It took me two tries to impress me, but it was worth it. Learning more about her was great as well because it allows me to feel an attachment to her. Here's hoping I can get to know the other crew members as well.

High School Story: Class Act Chapter 15:

Trevor, Clint, and Natalie are just... ugh. Clint and Natalie should stop stalking Rory and start getting a life. I never like them since they first appear. They come across as desperate for meaning in their lives by using Rory even though not everything has to revolve around him/her. It's rather pathetic. As for Trevor, he can get out of my sight because of his hostility towards me.

I'm impressed that Myra is running for president, but I'm wondering who her rival will be and how the election has to do with the theater club. Judging from Skye's horrified reaction, the rival candidate is someone hostile towards the theater club or a generally unpleasant character. My guesses are Morgan Jennings (kinda unlikely because she keeps things to herself for most of the time), Trevor (considering his hostility towards the MC), and Ace de la Cruz from the HSS app.

Regarding Class Act as a whole, it's fairly enjoyable even though the quality isn't super good. I miss my old gang in some ways, but I've learned to move on. Besides, I hate the school club formula in the trilogy because of its repetitiveness. Class Act is fine except that the theater club members except Rory, Skye, and Erin are utter jerks for not believing me in the first place. I hope the next book will be more fun.

America's Most Eligible Chapter 1:

Despite my wariness for this book, it feels so good to be back and see Bianca, Derek, Guilherme (Adam), and Tabitha (Mackenzie) again. Same goes for Jen. I'm already liking Eden for her friendliness despite her argument with Heath. The fact that I get to choose my own title was a fun addition.

Great, Ivy and Vince are back to stir up trouble. A part of me thinks making her a villain is unnecessary because of the nature of the series being a light-hearted reality show. Whatever that is, I'll see if I can get back to her.

As I've said earlier, I'm rather wary for this book because Book 1 was full of broken promises and wasted potential, and I wonder whether the next book will be like this as well.

It Lives Beneath Chapter 15:

Oh, this is intense. After the warning sign that the love interest's fates are determined in this chapter, I realize that this is the point of no return. It's a good thing I spent my diamonds on this book, particularly building up everyone's nerve scores to Tough as Nails, acquiring all collectibles, and befriending all pets. As a result, all four love interests are alive and well, and the tools they have come in handy.

Oh hi Noah! Glad to see you on our side this time. Pity it costs diamonds to recruit him, but it's worth it because I need all the help I can get to keep as many people safe as possible.

Diavolos the horse is back as undead? Creepy. It's a good thing I didn't have to spend diamonds to tame him because Imogen does it if she can still control animals. I guess I have to low-key thank the Society for her power as I keep it with Imogen through high nerve.

As for Astrid's death, I find it karmic in some ways (killing Josephine, manipulating Pine Springs into submission, to name a few), but I'm not celebrating that. After all, she still cares about her daughter and husband despite being a horrible person in general. I'm glad she and her husband have humanity in them while not getting redeemed. The same goes to Pierce and Margaret Sterling in Veil of Secrets. It also reminds me of Jocelyn Wu making more room for her schoolmates to escape in ILITW.

With that said, I have this theory that Kyle Garza and Deirdre Mallory will reappear as zombies, along with Josephine's victims since Pine Springs's founding. After seeing Diavolos as a zombie, I guess it's possible. Another theory I have is that the zombie bears and elks used to inhabit the area on the lake before its creation, though the chances of them being Josephine's first victims are high as well.

In short, awesome chapter! Can't wait for the showdown and to get my hands on the rune armor.

A Courtesan of Rome Chapter 11:

By this point, I'm admitting that I don't enjoy MC's storyline as much as Delphinia's. In fact, MC's story feels rather dragged because of the lack of resolution on playing the senators against one another. To me, the highlight is seeing Victus meet Syphax, and I'm eager to see how it all plays out when they fight.

By the way, why is there the Colosseum? Shouldn't it be on Imperial times instead of Republican times? I get that Pixelberry will take historical liberties to suit the narrative, but the presence of gladiators doesn't excuse this inaccuracy.

Anyway, let's see what the next chapter will be like.

The Elementalists Chapter 14:

No surprise that it was a birthday surprise, but at least Atlas can be properly introduced to the main group. It was a great moment with him.

As for Beckett, I'm not surprised that he's the one using the mirrors, though with good intentions even when he messed up. When he said that joining the group was the worst thing that ever happened to him, I felt really uneasy about that. Shreya nailed it when he said it. I mean, how would you feel if you find out that one of your friends say that being part of the group is a horrible moment of their life? Becca didn't say that, and neither did Victoria or any of the more acerbic love interests except Nick Peralta (Bleurgh!) I might as well switch to Griffin, Shreya, or Aster.

Nevertheless, I still spent diamonds for the premium scene with him. I replayed other books in order to get 30 diamonds, in case it will be steamy. Imagine my surprise when I realize that it costs 20 diamonds instead. Well, it was kinda sweet but also a bit of a bummer that my MC got cockblocked just as things were starting to get hot and heavy. There's always another chance for him.

Speaking of the upcoming attack on Thief championships, I'm becoming more sure that the one up to no good is Everett Merkseyer. So far, he has a unique face and dismisses the idea of incidents during Thief tryouts.

Speaking of Ride or Die, I'm becoming more wary of it. I know that there are people, particularly on Instagram, who are excited for it, but I'm not. It's bad enough that there will be no option to pick gender despite the premise giving no excuse for that. It's even worse when the trailer was released because it shows the MC planning to abandon her perfect life just to follow Logan, which comes across as stupid. Chances are that if Pixelberry continues to shove Logan on the player, I'll just play for diamonds instead. Here's hoping Mona will get enough screen time and proper development.

[obeyme-kaidii]

Lesson 23 Summary

After spending some time with each of the brothers, MC accompanies Solomon to the Celestial Realm.

**SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT**

Simeon sends MC a message in the group chat with Luke, inviting them and Solomon to come to the Celestial Realm for a visit, since they are already in the Devildom. Luke is super duper excited about this visit, and promises to bake lots of goodies for MC while they are there. 

MC approaches Diavolo and requests permission to travel to the Celestial Realm, and he quickly agrees - it seems Simeon had already contacted him regarding his plans to invite MC. And Diavolo assures MC that asking him for his approval was unnecessary since they are only an exchange student, but he appreciates it nonetheless.

Later that day, MC returns to the House of Lamentation to inform the brothers of their travel plans. The responses range from excitement on their behalf and concern for their safety; Mammon being upset at the simple fact that Solomon is the one that gets to travel at their side.

Mammon then suggests he travels with them, but Satan is quick to point out that it’s highly unlikely that would be allowed to happen given the circumstances under which they left the Celestial Realm in the first place. Belphie claims that surely Diavolo or Lucifer could pull some strings so that at least one them can join MC on their trip to their former home.

Mammon then offers a solution - MC will randomly pick from a set of cards Mammon just so happens to have on hand, and whichever card they draw will determine who is their traveling companion. Mammon claims the cards are numbered 2-7, so all the brothers quickly count off and claim their corresponding number.

Of course, it’s Mammon’s card that MC ends up drawing. But Belphie calls into question the validity of his selection. Beel, at the direction of Satan, pins down Mammon while Satan pries the cards away from - confirming that Mammon did in fact cheat, to the surprise of no one.

Lucifer then enters the dining room, and quickly renders Mammon’s cheating a moot point when he asserts there is no way in hell (haha see what I did there?) that they would ever let any of them set foot inside the Celestial Realm.

He then goes on to explain that it isn’t their father he is worried about - but actually Michael. His brothers tease him of course, saying that Michael loved him dearly and would probably only want updates on how he’s been doing and possibly new photos. But Lucifer insists that encountering Michael would be nothing but trouble “for a certain someone”.

The first time I read this scene, I actually thought that Lucifer was referring to Diavolo. But now that I’m writing this summary, I believe he may have been referring in fact to MC based on Mammon’s reaction. Lucifer seems to think that drawing Michael’s attention to MC could in fact be dangerous. 🤔

As MC prepares to leave for the Demon Lord’s castle, all the brothers gather around to wish them safe travels. Some offer a bit of parting advice, while others request souvenirs, and all express a desire for them to return quickly.

Lucifer then accompanies MC to their meetup with Solomon, since he apparently has a meeting with Diavolo that was already planned. Upon their arrival, they are greeted by Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos. After exchanging pleasantries, Barb escorts Solomon and MC to the Gates for the Celestial Realm.

As soon as they arrive, Simeon and Luke greet MC and Solomon. They all go back to Simeon’s home (?) where Luke serves up a special “apple cream tart” of his own invention. Simeon and Solomon tease Luke about how much he’s been baking since he’s returned from the Devildom, and Luke snaps at Simeon, telling him if he is gonna complain he doesn’t have to have any (LOL).

Luke informs MC that Michael was actually looking forward to meeting them. Solomon wonders aloud where Michael is, and if he could call him “Mike”. Luke takes great offense to this nickname, stating that Michael is far too important to be addressed as such. MC learns from Simeon that Lucifer and Michael were actually equals - leading the Celestial Realm’s legion of angels - back in the day.

Unfortunately it seems Michael is busy and unable to meet MC during their visit. A sacred spring in the eastern region of their realm has started to run dry, and Michael had gone to investigate. Simeon laments the fact that Michael is unable to make an appappearance, stating that he probably could have shared all sorts of stories about young Lucifer - stories that poor Simeon is scared to repeat on his own for fear of what Lucifer might do to him if he were to find out.

Simeon then informs MC that he and Luke are actually supposed to be returning to the Devildom for a visit as well - much to the surprise of Luke whom Simeon had forgotten to tell.

Later at RAD, MC is explaining to Levi, Asmo, and Beel that Simeon and Luke have come back with them. Lucifer finds the group milling about the halls and informs them that there is a Student Council meeting after school, and MC is required to attend as well, per Diavolo’s instruction.

At the meeting, Diavolo unveils his plans for the annual school festival and appoints MC as the head of the festival planning committee. He then goes on to request that MC think about some suggestions as to what the Student Council can do as part of the school festival, to be discussed at the next meeting.

As the meeting draws to a close, Diavolo points out that Belphie is absent. This angers Lucifer and he instructs MC and his brothers to track down Belphie, or they’ll go without dinner.

One by one, the brothers make excuses as to why they can’t help Beel (who is absolutely not going to miss out on dinner, even if it means handing over Belphie to Lucifer 😂) - and just when Asmo is about to slip away, Beel grabs him and forces him to help.

The trio searches high and low at RAD, to no avail and decide to head back to HoL and see if Belphie perhaps already returned home.

For reasons that are not entirely clear to me, Beel, Asmo, and MC struggle to find where Belphie could possibly be hiding. It’s only after the group splits up (with Asmo seizing the opportunity to slip away and do his own thing), that MC ventures to the attic and finds Belphie asleep in his old room.

Belphie wakes up when he senses MC entering the room, and teases them about waking him with a kiss. It’s not long before Beel comes along as well, relieved to find Belphie, with Asmo not far behind (presumably done with his after school beauty routine, having changed into his casual clothes).

After some more cheeky comments from Belphie, Asmo informs him that he’s in trouble with Lucifer for missing the Student Council meeting, which he clearly had forgotten about completely. Belphie doesn’t understand what the big deal is since he would have been asleep at the meeting anyways. He also expresses some lingering resentment towards the events of last year, stating that “it’s not like being there mattered” and “[his absence] didn’t change anything.”

Asmo puts an end to Belphie’s complaining and encourages the group to go ahead and make their way downstairs for dinner. Upon leaving the attic room however, they find themselves in the music room instead of the hall way. After going through a few different rooms, they find themselves in the music room once more - everyone very confused as to what exactly is going on.

Favorite scenes -

Capturing Mammon

Making demon boys cry

Beel grabs Asmo

Beel’s dinner is threatened

Belphie is a cheeky brat