#whb angst

[sparkbeast20]

After the creation of Paradise Lost

Back in heaven

Michael: ...

Lucifer's Voice: I am fallen...

Michael: *Breaths in*

Lucifer's Voice: I was born as the son of mornings yet set into the afterlife

Michael: *Breaths out*

Lucifer's Voice: I have failed heaven with my arrogance, and will repent in Hell.

Michael: *Breaths in* ha *Breaths out*

Lucifer's Voice: I love you, My brother. Which is why-

Michael: *His breathing start to get be rapid*

Lucifer's Voice: I will give you one last chance....

Michael: *Start to hyperventilate, as his eye start to frantically shake and be unfocused*

Lucifer's Voice: Return

Michael: *Can't breath anymore, so he slop onto the nearest wall and grab his face as he hyperventilate*

Lesser angel: *Walks by* Oh-

Michael: *Immediately stop as soon he hears the lesser angel*

Lesser angel: Seraph Michael-

Slice!!!

Michael: *Cuts the angel's head off within seconds* Shut up... Shut up!!!

Michael: EVERYONE SHUT UP!!!

All the angels in the surrounding area froze in place and slowly backs away.

All from two...

Gabriel and Raphael: ...

Michael: *Both eyes are tearing up*

Gabriel: *Takes a step closer* Michael...

Michael: *Looks up at him, with his eyes dead*

Gabriel: I think you need to rest- Gah!!

Michael: *Grabs Gabriel by the throat*

Michael: Are you going to abandons heaven too? Brother!

Gabriel: *Struggling to breath as he try to pry open Michael's hands off his throat*

Michael: *Turns to Raphael*

Michael: What about you, Hah? Are you going to abandon Heaven? ME!

Raphael: ...

Michael: WELL!!!!

Raphael: *Monotone voice* You're killing Gabriel.

Michael: *Looks back at Gabriel, seeing his brother's face starting to turn blue*

Michael: *Close his eyes, before letting go and storming off*

Gabriel: *Gasping as he grab his neck*

Raphael: *Watched Michael before looking at Gabriel*

Raphael: ... "We will never be the same again"

[rae-pss]

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . me x rara canon (i'm delulu). i can't deny my interest in this motherfucker any longer. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 424 words, angst, reader hates themself, very much possible ooc raphael.

—i should hate you... not be like this with you.

you murmured weakly into the crook of raphael’s neck, inhaling the weirdly comforting scent of his. your hands increased their grip on the front part of his white t-shirt.

—i know, believe me, i know.

his strong arms wrapped around your figure with a gentleness unknown to him, strange to the red angel.

—but, you don't. you can not do it.

even without looking up, you could sense a sideways smile spreading across his face.

his certainly cocky attitude and tone of voice made something grow in you, burning deep in your chest. it was anger, a fervent anger towards yourself at what you knew you felt. 

how could you have fallen in love with him? with one of those who tried to kill you? How insensitive could you be to end up feeling that way towards one of the enemies? a bloody seraph who had killed so many, who had irreparably harmed your friends...

with all your strength, you closed your fist and hit his chest, both knowing that this blow would never hurt him.

you didn't understand how that happened, but you couldn't help but feel your heartbeat rise at the thought of him.

—i loathe you.

you told him, vainly trying to deny the obvious, trying to convince yourself that what you were feeling wasn't real.

a hand on your chin, lifting it, and his crimson orbs meeting your own brought you out of your whirlwind of thoughts. then, raphael clicked his tongue and, delicately in each of his movements, the palm of his hand rested on your cheek, cupping your face. the soft touch of the pad of his thumb on your skin, a watery sensation accompanying it enough to make you realize the tears that at some point began to descend from your eyes.

—do you despise me enough to shed tears? do you detest the idea of us that much?

he asked, still keeping that damn smirk on his face. although, you couldn't disregard the tenderness in his gaze as he observed you. the same one that intensified when he hugged you again. this time, his right hand ended up behind your head, guiding it towards his chest, letting you hide from the world’s cruel irony with his own body as your personal shield; His left arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close.

his hand gently caressed your hair, seeking to calm your crying as soon as possible, not liking the idea of tears staining your face at all.

[d34dlysinner]

Just read Bloodshed beelzebub's complete unholy board story parts.

Let's say... if you're "very" vanilla and want to read the entire story... be prepared once you unlock it. (Talking abt the smut part, which i won't talk about in this post.)

SPOILERS UNDER CUT

Anyway SOME BEEL ANGST/INFO

So in bloodshed Beel story you meet unconscious beel at a graveyard with literal THOUSANDS of gravestones.

Beelzebub got hurt trying to protect one gravestone. The answer to why he protected it, he said: "It's myself who loved Solomon."

Eventually at the end, Beelzebub has to leave for who knows how long since it's dangerous to stick with him. Which is sad since it definitely doesn't seem as if he "wants" to leave. He has no problems leaving, but you can sense some sadness in the way he words it in the story.

After leaving Beelzebub, MC asks Amon about the one grave Beelzebub tried to save.

Turns out that ALL those graves are Beelzebub.

The one he protected was his version who met Solomon. Maybe it was one of many that met Solomon, maybe it was the only one that met Solomon. All it said was that it was a version of him who loved Solomon.

This could also mean that the... who knows how many... thousands of Beel's share memories in a way. Seeing how much he tried to protect the memory of Solomon.

Also... Beelzebub owes Lucifer something and I want to know what it is...

[livelaughlovesubs]

Do you still accept a request? If yes. Then can you make an angsty one with Leviathan from WHB. Like Levi just actually threatens MC the whole time, so what would he react if MC really dying and almost die in the same way he's been threatens MC with.

Hey dear, sorry it took a while cuz I’ve been busy but here it is! Hope you like it (some of it was inspired by his bloodshed card)

Levi x reader (?)

Warning: angst, one sided crush, you die (wow)

Btw I didn’t proofread this. Sorry

[—] How dare you [———]…?

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“You, why are you here.” A sinister voice echoed through the huge halls. The pitch was deep and filled with menace, it got louder with each passing second. “Ask your subordinates, they were worried about you.” You replied. Soon the owner of that voice appeared, facing you with a nonchalant expression. It was dead silent, before you felt something tightening around your neck and pulling you into the air. “U-ugh, fuck!” A rope wrapped around your neck, tight enough for your air to be snapped off. You looked him dead in the eyes, it was always unpleasant meeting him. The male did a motion with his fingers, then the mysterious rope disappeared back to the ceiling. Your body hit the ground, loud pants and gasps followed.

It was awful how he seemed to do whatever he wanted, even if it was at the cost of another’s comfort. While you were slowly getting back onto your feet, leviathan smirked at you. His face showed a neutral expression with a hint of satisfaction flashing across his features. You wanted to hit him, but that would end in another near death experience so you ignored him. After standing up and fixing your attire, you turned around and said, “they want you to take a break. Do what you want I don’t care.” Levi glared at you when you started to walk away, “where do you think you are going?” Instead of stopping and answering him, you acted like you didn’t hear him and continued. You just wanted to get out of this suffocating situation as soon as possible.

The rope from before attacked you again, cutting off your air once more, “gaHhh..!” A chocked out groan left you, your throat hurt from all this bullshit. “I didn’t say you could leave did I?” It sounded like he was mocking you. Dear ancestor, fuck you. This was the second time already, in what, ten minutes? When you escaped the noose again you clenched your fists, mumbling under your breath, “one day you are going to be the death of me.” This time, he didn’t stop you again and let you disappear behind the doors. A gentle smile creeped onto his lips.

You despised him. Sure, the devils were all weird and unique but he was more than that. He was unreasonable and violent, not to mention arrogant. Just the thought that you had to stay in this god forsaken country for another week made your blood boil. Foras and a maid were coming to your direction, the female devil was pushing a cart decorated with various dishes. “How’s his majesty leviathan?” The pink haired male asked as soon as he noticed you. “As unbearable as ever.” You didn’t understand how or why they were this loyal to him, he didn’t hypnotise them did he? Foras obviously noticed your frustrated expression and asked you about it. “What could it be other than your king. Sigh I’ll leave first.” This wasn’t good for your health, being angry all the time.

After that encounter you made your way back to your bedroom, and the two devils went into Levi’s office. They placed down the plates, before their king came and sat down at the table. He chewed on his food, while foras was standing behind him. “Your majesty leviathan,” he began, “pardon my insolence, but may I know what you think of that human?” “They are Solomon’s descendant, there’s nothing else worth mentioning.” Levi responded with a serious expression. “I see.”

Even though hades wasn’t your favourite place, you couldn’t deny that there were nice things about it too. It was also very fun to mix in with the population and observe the habits of devils. The most eye catching part about them must be the noose they all wear. Each nation does have their own unique laws. “I wonder why they all wear a noose, is it their fashion?” You asked yourself, when suddenly someone answered you, “it’s to honour his majesty leviathan! This is a Symbole of our trust and loyalty!” Quickly you turned around, about to raise your fist to punch whoever was behind you. The sun shone onto his skin in a picture perfect way, it made his golden locks shine even more than normally.

“Barbatos?” “Oh did I surprise you? I saw you walking around so I came closer!” He smiled brightly, barbatos stood out a lot at the palace, because everyone was so gloomy while he was… dazzling, in a good and bad way. “Anyway, to answer your question, we all wear a noose for his majesty.” The man said. “So that he can chock you whenever?” You remarked, finding that purpose rather questionable. “Haha! That’s a nice touch, but it’s actually so that we are prepared for his majesty leviathans death.” “Prepared? What do you mean?” Barbatos grinned at you as he answered you once again, “if he dies, then we will die with him by hanging. All of us.”

Your eyes widened at that statement. Their loyalty was greater than what you initially thought. “All of them? Did Levi want this?” “No, it was what we agreed on when we decided to follow him.” Barbatos looked a little sad now, as if he was remembering the old days. “…his majesty leviathan is more than what meets the eye. There must be a reason after all why we follow him.” A small child ran past you, he also wore a noose. “Even children.” You whispered under your breath. This was unreasonable and crazy, to think all these people would die for him. It felt like a stone dropped onto your heart, weighting down on it.

You still didn’t like him. No questions asked. But you felt something else too, some form of respect or admiration. He alone had to shoulder the lives of so many people, it was a burden you would never take upon yourself. Those thoughts of understanding and pity for him were washed away as soon as you entered the palace. A noose like the ones you saw on the streets wrapped around your neck, strangling you. “Arghh! Fuck!” You cursed him in your mind, did he see you as a stress ball of some sort?

“You. how dare you leave without a notice.” The blond haired devil threatened, his gaze switched to barbatos who was standing beside you. In the blink of an eye, he was also hanging from the ceiling. Though compared to you, he seemed to enjoy it. “Ah-..! Your- majesty leviathan..!” “Silence, hang.” Barbatos’ red rope tightened again, any more and it would snap his neck in half. You struggled yourself, slowly feeling nauseous and dizzy when he still didn’t grant you permission to breath. “You-”

Before Levi could finish his sentence, the huge window behind him crashed down. The glass shattered and flew everywhere, Levi raised his arm to protect himself. One of the bigger glass shards cut through the rope by which you were hanging, coincidentally helping you escape. “Hah-haa..! Hah..” you gasped, desperately trying to fill your lungs with air. The noose was still around your neck, but you were in too much panic to get rid of the knot. Barbatos cut through his rope when he saw the window breaking. Foras and glasyalabolas stormed into the hall second after, along with other devils.

Angels. You heard one of them mumble. “Angels..?” Your mind was still dizzy from the lack of oxygen, with great difficulties you stood up. “Kill all the devils you can see! And that human too!” One of the white winged creatures yelled. Moments after a fight broke out, the two races were fighting and killing each other. Some of the demons died, and so did some of the angels. You stumbled a little, it was still difficult to breath with how tight the noose was, so you grabbed a glass shard laying on the ground and tried to cut it. Hurting your hand in the process. “Ugh.. bloody hell! The fuck is this?!” Somehow the rope didn’t want to be cut, the shard was covered in your blood before you made any progress.

Everything was happening so fast, you weren’t able to take in all the information yet. Your heart was pounding, working to its utmost to provide your body with the much needed oxygen. What should I do, what should I do? You asked yourself. Looking around to see if you could find a weapon. Maybe throw the shards after them? But what is you miss? Fuck fuck fuck. This is just the worst. Damn this brand of yours, this stupid thing Gabriel left you with.

Levi and the others were killing one angel after another, bloody feathers flew around the hall. Suddenly you saw an angel sneaking up to Levi, without thinking about it, you ran towards the creature, pushing it away. This action shocked the male. He kept a calm but furious face the entire time, but now he had a shocked expression. “What are you doing?! Get out of my way, I can handle it myself.” Wow, so much for a thanks. You were still panting, running like that with limited air was too much. “You are useless in this battle, go hide in that room, I’ll clear the way.” He shouted at you, well, he wasn’t wrong, you really couldn’t do anything. Even if it left a bitter taste admitting it.

Just as you got up and prepared to run, one of the angels grabbed the end of the noose and flew into the air. Once again you were being tossed around like some toy. “Ugh!!” Levi reached out to you, but instead you kicked him away. “You! Why did you do that you dumbass!” He took a few steps back, and a sword landed right in front of him. “Don’t you- dare die! I don’t like you Levi, but if you die, I’ll fucking hate you. I’ll curse your soul! Ughh!!” You didn’t get to talk much when an angel with a scar interrupted you, “Tsk, you annoying pest!” He was the one who threw the blade. Afterwards he screamed to his colleague, “kill that human! They have the brand of sir Gabriel!” And with that, you were hanging from the ceiling. The angel who carried you whispered, “please don’t struggle too much.. I’m not that strong.” What a dumbass, as if you’d listen. You trashed around as much as you could, the high was scaring you but angels were scarier.

Now everyone was panicking. The devils because you were on the verge of dying, the angels cuz they were losing their numbers, and you because your consciousness was fading away. Is this the end? Really? Dying in a dishonourable way like this? Suddenly you saw black, only darkness was before your eyes. Haha.. to think you will die while protecting that asshole. Fate truly is unpredictable.

“Save [——] first!” “How [———] you!” “[———] y/n!!” Seems like the battle wasn’t over yet, but you could really understand anything they were saying. Only bits of their conversation was reaching you. You wanted to yell it to him, though it was impossible in your condition. Instead of shouting you whispered with your last breath, “Levi, don’t you dare die, I’ll strangle you if you do.” “Hmm?” Your enemy listened to your words, getting distracted by them for a bit. During that short vulnerable moment, Levi attacked his wings, causing him to crash to the ground. “You worthless insect..” Foras called out to Levi right before he could kill that angel, saying, “your majesty! Solomon’s descendant.. they are dead.”

He froze. What. Dead? You humans really are weak, so breakable and weak. Dead. Dead, just to save him, again. “You! What were their last words?!” Those words were directed to the half dead thing on the ground. The devil turned his head around and stepped onto his half dead corpse. With how much blood he lost, it was only a matter of time before he finally dies. “You better open your mouth, it’s a warning.” Levi demanded, ready to heal and then torture him. “…don’t die- hu.. or they will strangle you.” That angel murmured in his last breath, then he got stabbed by glasyalabolas. The expression on Levi’s face was indescribable. Shock, anger and grief all mixed together until it was a perfect blend. What he experienced in that moment was something worse than when he escaped heaven. Once again he wasn’t strong enough to protect anyone. Once again he still needed others, who are weaker, to sacrifice their lives for him. He didn’t change, nothing changed, not in all these centuries. Was this perhaps his fate as a king? Hah… if only he wasn’t born ‘special’. It’s suffocating.

Barbatos was the one to break the silence first, clearly worried for his king, “your majesty-” “and that because of the noose?” The devil with the deer horns talked to himself while leaving his subjects in confusion. “They died, by my hands.” He said sternly. “Because of me, again. Again again again. How often does fate want to repeat itself?” This time Foras opened his mouth first, “it isn’t your fault, your majesty-” horror washed over his attendants as tentacles and an ominous aura emerged from leviathan, was the palace going to break again was what they thought, but that idea quickly vanished when Levi turned around. “It feels like I just escaped that place yesterday. When I still wasn’t ‘leviathan’, but devil number 89. Ah. My eyes hurt.” It was the first time they saw their dear king cry.

[liyuee-qixing]

"In fact; I'm fucking terrified."

Scenarios: Characters with GN! MC freezing as a trauma response.

Characters:Satan, Leviathan

C.W/T.W: Trauma, implied abuse, implied abandonment issues. might be ooc

DISCLAIMER!!:i DO NOT romanticize depression,trauma,or any mental health in any ways,as I suffer from it too for the past year. This fic was made with no intentions to insult any person or community.

Author Note:my head is so dizzy I'm might pass out

Satan

Gehenna,a country with more violence tendencies than the other,a cruel country with it's people fist made of iron. Not to mention the nation streets were filled with Angels and bodies decay,the smell of old blood fill in your lungs in just any seconds you step in the alleys and streets.

You should've used to it by now,you better be used to it. But you didn't,when Satan or Sitri killed an angel right Infront of you, usually you shut your eyes tight,but this time.. it was different.

The angel blood splattered right Infront your eyes,the gory scene you were forced to see is enough to make you feel like puking,just enough for the past experiences to play back in your mind.

You cannot hear Satan or Sitri words,hells,or shout,you freeze there,the now broken,gory description of the angel body were right Infront of you,the smell hit your nostrils,inhaling,exhaling,your eyes started watering.

"maybe if I was a better child.."your trains of thought were quickly read by Satan,he immediately know that your actions was a trauma response.

He jumped Infront of you,taking your hand in his,as he wipe your tears away,not with panic.

"look, we're in this together, it's all will be alright"

He made sure from the day on, you'll never feel something such as bad to yourself,to never remember the shady blood tainted past of your,to forgot an old scars.

"how are you?" "I believe you" "take it slow" sweet affirmation pouring from his mouth just ensure your comfort,his hand finding your hair to stroke in a meanwhile.

Leviathan

You've heard worse; useless,ugly, undeserving,was nothing new to you, it's a daily things you receive everyday on your plate,you always gulp them down without fighting back, without any words, without telling anybody; because you have no one. Your body slowly reduced into a jar of unstable emotions with passing days.

Why are you surprised when Leviathan words were stabbed into you at right that moment,you thought you were used to it by now? Did you seriously thought Leviathan is going to protect you,just as he said? How dumb,in the end you'll have no one,again,nobody,your breath hitched as more of his insult fell down from his serpent tongue

You? The descendants of Solomon? The oh so great king of kings? Crying because you thought somebody is truly your friend and now insult are seeping through his mouth? How immature,you reflect no great ruler of all kings,your eyes twitching trying to suppress your tears

Say something,but your lips quiver and tongue back away, desperation is eating you alive,the results of not having any friends and being bullied come rushing stabbing at your heart,that sure to bleeds, without realizing, you're already crying Infront of the great leviathan,silently, without any sounds,you just stood there,in middle of the room,hands reaching out for him,but not moving.

You wanted to scream,yell,beg for him to not leave you,the look of concerning did not fit his handsome face,his insults stopped for a seconds,as he stare at you blankly,you wanted nothing more than to scratch your skin,tear it apart and disappear,you want nothing more than to not feel the way you feel right now.

"I need to do better for you"

Levi might not know how to immediately deal with you suddenly freezing,he'll let one of the nobles deal with it having to put his envy down for a moment just for your own sake

Though it seem dumb and childish for him,he tries to ensure that he is your friend from your point of view,he tries to not insults or say things that he doesn't mean or know wouldn't end good,doesn't mean you can have another friend though

"ermmememrmrm this is ooc as shit" how do you feel if I shove 60 tennis balls down your throat>_<

[skyeslittlecorner]

Duty of a right hand man: Bael

My clock says it's angst time, and since I am cursed with the ability to arrange the letters of the alphabet in a certain order, I am going to share it with you. These boys lives in hell and I’m gonna make it literal. I'm sorry, Bael, but you're perfect for this. Words count: 724 Warning: cruelty, blood, indication of death

꧁*:･ ✡ ･:*꧂

Slashed bodies of angels littered the street at Bael's feet. Limbs and torsos, chopped with a whip, lay in dead silence; white feathers were lost in the snow, which had soaked up red with pools of blood. It was not the first and not the last time that a self-proclaimed legion entered Avisos. Today there were more of them than ever, but they were no wiser. Bael relaxed his hand. He didn't need a weapon as the last noises of the battle had died down moments ago. Naberius should organize the medics, Stolas collect the wounded, and Amon get rid of the enemy remnants. The boys were a crazy but well-oiled machine. He sighed and slumped against the wall. Just a moment. He needed to breathe.

Things would be much easier if Beel were with them. Either him, or Descendant of Solomon. Bael felt a strange stinging just above the hip when he thought about them. They didn't see each other often. He didn't have time for that, and they seemingly didn’t care about it. They were almost always with Beel, busy with God knows what; probably with everything but their duties. Although after all the time Bael had spent as a false king, maybe ruling wasn’t Beelzebub duty anymore. To negotiate, to fight, to reign. It's just... it would be nice to have someone by your side. Of course, he was neither surprised nor angry. Who wants to work when they can party and travel? And apparently with someone who's worth it?

The pain intensified and nausea rose in his throat. He was Beel's best friend, he agreed to leave everything and do anything to help his King and Avisos. Just those... thoughts started to come more and more often. Today they were especially torn and mixed. That’s why Bael preferred to be so busy that he fell asleep standing up. A disloyal regent? This country deserves better.

He took a rasping breath. A cloud of steam rose from his lips, danced over the chest and blurred in cold air.

In needed to distract himself he tried to stand up, but his legs somehow refused to obey.  Fire seems to burn in his side, making it more and more unbearable. He took out his phone and stared at Beel's number. It would be a holiday if he answered. For a moment, emptiness filled Bael's head like cotton, vast and foggy. Slowly, he dialed the number of the second person who came to his mind. And who possibly would like to spare some time for him.

“Hello?”

“MC, who’s calling?”

“Don't be interested, it’s my business!”

Two voices of two people whom Bael considered his closest. Probably if Beel hears him, he'll hang up immediately.

“Nevermind. Bael, what’s up?”

“I... Avisos... Avisos is doing great.” He gripped his side. His hand might as well have been a red-hot rod stuck in his ribs. He slowly realized why it was so painful. Sticky blood flowed through his fingers. As the puddle of redness was growing on the frozen sidewalk, he stared hypnotized. So much… Where did it come from? 

“This failure of a man just tried to feed me with a fried cockroach.”

“Come on baby, it’ll be funny!”

The snow melted into the red liquid, but Bael felt no cold. Every breath burned. Each breath made him feel lighter. Indeed, funny…  The voices of the argument also became quieter. 

“I just... it’s good to hear you. Both.”

“Bael! Tell them, you would trust me, wouldn't you? I promise cockroaches tastes great and are full of protein.”

“I would.” He closed his eyes and added in his thoughts: I always did.

Slowly through the muffled mind a smells begin to tickle his nose. The iron scent of blood, the lilac stench of angelic bodies. His eyes were open, but instead of darkness, everything turned white. It was as if the steam from his mouth had completely obscured the view. He couldn't follow the conversation anymore, but those two voices made him feel... cozy. As if they were right next to him. As if the pain had almost stopped choking him.

With the last of his consciousness, he put the call on speakerphone before his hand fell to his side. His head dropped. Snowflakes stuck into his chilling body like needles.

The last thing he wanted to remember was them. Hearing both of them, happy and safe… maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

[sulumuns-dootah]

⋆｡°✩ Opening Requests ✩°｡⋆

Tommorrow I'm posting the last one of my hc's for all the demons and from there on I'd like to create more specific content. I haven't written anything in a longer while, so I'm sorry if my writing isn't perfect from the get go, but I'll surely get into the swing of things in no time. I'm not shying away from writing (or trying to write) anything. Not even some extreme stuff - but i do have my limits. I'll specify my boundaries in my Masterpost, which I should make before the end of the week.

Feel free to slide into my asks or dm's with a request for hc's or fics for any of the demons.

I'll be gone for the weekend, so I should be able to get to them next week.

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[hakugin0]

Might be slightly misremembering but isn't it stated Satan only uses the blood of those who love him in combat. Which means in theory it's possible that the blood of those who don't love him doesn't react to his powers.

Imagine that's the reason why he doesn't bite MC to try to use their blood. Yes he doesn't want to hurt them in a way that can't be healed or that they both wouldn't derive pleasure from, but he's also afraid of the possibility of them not loving him. Yes they are his but what if it's just him who feels like that. He always tells them he likes them, but have they ever done so?

[honeybyte]

the prayer

[sweeteaacakes]

Lucifer-nation, Andrealphus-nation and Raphael-nation.

Our beloveds

How are we feelin' knowing that Lucifer loves his brothers who among them is Raphael while Andrealphus wants to kill Raphael? And you know Raphael's perspective?

[2af-afterdark]

Property

Content: Sitri & GN!MC, Angst, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 703

A/N: Again, not smut but the game is 18+ so it goes to the adult blog.

You were Solomon's child before you were a person. Whether you knew it or not, that had been the case from the moment you were born; both the first time from your mother's womb and second when you had to accept a different life to save your best friend. The moment you took your first breath, Hell unknowingly looked toward the human world in reverence and Heaven looked on in condemnation. Your existence was only a continuation of a dead man's.

Child of Solomon was the better name some called you by. At the very least, it acknowledged that you were a descendant of the man who owned your life. It was a tacit admission that you were a replacement meant to live up to a legend rather than the man himself.

The worse of the names given to you by the devils was-

"Solomon?" Sitri spoke through your alcohol-filled mind.

You turned your hazy attention toward him, feeling each and every one of your muscles throbbing in your head as you did. Even the ones in your fingers somehow pulsed in your brain louder than even the yelling and cheering of all the devils crowding the bar for their nightly – although it more often seemed to be hourly – celebration.

“Heeeeeeey Sitri,” you said with a voice that was loud enough to make your head throb. “What are you doing here?”

“We came together.”

“Oh, right.” Because Satan was busy and you needed an escort to wander around an active war zone. 

Sitri was reliable enough to have Satan's trust without too much fighting. At the very least, he was good at keeping you from being swarmed by every other devil in the bar all at once that wanted to catch a glimpse of Solomon. It was still awkward when they turned their heads each time he called for you though.

You held out your half finished drink to him with a lazy smile. “Want some?”

His cheeks flashed a deeper hue than the pink of his eyes. “You would offer some to me, Solomon?”

“Yeah. I would.”

You. Not Solomon. Maybe he would offer Sitri his drink when he was so smashed that he was seconds from passing out, but you wouldn't know. All you knew was that you were the one offering it right now and that you were too tired to try to correct Sitri on who you were. Again.

“You are as generous as ever.”

Because you would always be Solomon and never yourself. You were hunted because Heaven saw you as a long dead man. You were protected because Hell loved that men. You gave devils hope because you were his second coming. You and every action you took were an echo of him.

“Hey, Sitri?” you asked. “Do you like me?”

His pink eyes went wide for a brief moment before the softened. “Of course I like you, Solomon.”

And that was all you needed to hear to know that you weren’t even an afterthought in his mind. Him and most other devils that didn't even give you the dignity of being Solomon's descendant rather than his continuation.

“I like you too, Sitri.” And you wished you could say that without knowing that he and every other devil wouldn't give a damn about you if you hadn't happened to have been born the Child of Solomon. 

You laid your head against the cool, sticky bar table, too tired to move or lift it back up. "I want to go home," the honesty induced by the alcohol in your system said.

"Of course, Solomon. I'll help you." He set down the now empty glass that you hadn't seen him drink from and gingerly grabbed your arm to help sling it around his shoulder and lift you to walk. "We'll return to the palace soon."

"Mhm." You nodded without correcting him.

You didn't want to return to Gehenna's palace. You wanted to leave Hell altogether. You wanted to go back to the one place where you would always be yourself rather than some ideal of a man you had never met before.

You wanted to be somewhere you weren't simply the Child of Solomon. Or, worse yet, Solomon himself.

[pineapplesneedrights]

... okay but this song.... but it's MC to Sitri.. specifically this part

You took a star to bed

Woke up with me instead

You must have felt so damn deceived

When you made up a version of me that you thought you loved

But I am not your Aphrodite

Pleeeeease tell me you see my vision- like just the fact that he doesn't see the difference between Solomon and MC- that they are the same person-

Like just that fact ALONE is such good food for angst scenarios.

Like like like what if he finally FINALLY sees MC as MC and not Solomon and like- he immediately looses intrest bc MC is not and has never been Solomon but he's just been so delulu to ever notice it until just one day it just... hits him- raaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

[d34dlysinner]

Angst time 😀🔫

How would the King reactions be if MC died on the battlefield.They won the war but they lost the one thing that meant dear to them?

(MORE AAANGST!!! T^T)

Tw: mentions of suicide.

Satan:

He held your lifeless body close to him as everything around him started to settle. He knows that he should feel proud about winning. He should feel haply that it's done, but did he really win when he lost you? He should have done better, he should have protected you better. His mind was a mess and it was conveyed through his moods. Demons were already used to his mood swings, but they only got worse the moment you died on the battlefield. If Satan could he would have started a war again, but he knew that he would lose more and make the situation worse. Sitri even talked him out of it multiple times.

He at times also wished that he could join you or revive you, but something like that also wasn't simple. His nobles, in the meantime try everything they could to either get you back or to calm Satan down. He is known for being a violent, angry yet kind king. Now everyone knows him for being constantly violent and emotionless. His kindness and controlled self faded each time with his mood swings. And each time his mood swings became worse because of your unfair and sudden absence.

Mammon:

He couldn't understand how you died on the battlefield when all of them tried their best to block you from the attacks. Somehow you still were killed at the end. He couldn't shed a tear at the situation as his anger overpowered his sadness. He scolded and even accused some others for not protecting you well enough.

Eventually when he calmed down he decided to put your resting place on the spot you died. It was the last place he saw you alive and he wants to keep the memory that you existed.

His nobles tried to cheer him up, but the benevolent king couldn't feel happy knowing that he somehow still lost. He started getting more greedy with his possessions, especially ones he gave to you. Whatever he gave to you should stay yours. He didn't want anyone to taint or steal it. Thus he let's only trusted demons guard your grave and only a select few visit your grave stone. He didn't care if anyone else wanted to see you because "they loved you" he only wants demons there he could trust well enough to respect the state of your grave. He will punish anyone that disrespected you.

Beelzebub:

He blames himself. He should've stuck to you as glue. He knew that you were human and thus not as tough as the demons or angels and he still left to do other things and defend others. He thought someone else would protect you well enough.

He decided to have a special day in Avisos to remember you by. He would feast that day and thank you for what you have contributed in his life. At times even wishing for your revival or some sort of reincarnation to happen, but he knows that a reincarnation wouldn't be the same as having you back again.

He could never forget what he said that day and even fears forgetting you after centuries.

Leviathan:

He watched your pale form and his bloodied hands trying to keep you alive as they pressed over the wound. He knew that you were gone, but refused to acknowledge this. He was angered. He wished that he never met you if he knew that this was going to be your fate. He wished that he could've protected you better and kept you alive. He wished that he could've killed or even tortured the angels that did this to you before they could've touched an hair of your form.

He gave you a proper burial. He seemed emotionless at times and very introverted to others. This only intensified when you died. His trusted demons knew what he was thinking as he even tried to join you at times. He knew that he should be happy about the war being done, but he couldn't handle losing you. He was jealous that you left him alone in his kingdom. He wished he could've followed you. He even started to think about his role as king. Since the war was done he shouldn't be needed anymore, is what he would think each time. He tried finding excuses to be with you again. The demons in Hades stop him each time. They love their king too much for this too happen. And they all would try and find ways to get you back.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Ok ok. So I don’t usually like angst but what about WHB mc finally breaking after Sitri time after time has only considered and called them Solomon. Maybe it hurts more because mc has fallen for him so him still not viewing mc as their own person hurts even more? Anyways yeah :) I’m still very annoyed that Sitri consideres the mc as Solomon in WHB :):):)

OH ALSO, it would be kinda cool if Sitri could like hear how mcs heart beat changes and stuff when he calls them Solomon or something around this lines, I was thinking about this all last night.

Ok, hi Nini 💗 how was your dayyyy?? 💗💗

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Heyyy, my day was pretty good, I like this idea so~ it will probably be short though. (I’m writing so much sfw stuff these days)

Annnd, idk how to write heartbeat, looked it up, and it said ‘lub’ and ‘dub’ soooo

~…..lub…..dub…..lub…..~

A steady heartbeat, rhythmic, like music to his ears. Sitri listened closely to your heart, he can read your mood like that. You were feeling bored, the beat was rather slow. He walked over to you, showcasing a gentle smile, “would you like some tea?” “Ah, sitri..! Yes, tea would be nice, thanks.”

~…dub…..lub..dub…..lub~

The pace got chaotic, but calmed down eventually, seems like you were deep in thought. “I’ll prepare it.” You watched his back while he heated the water, those baby blue locks looked so pretty in your eyes. He was a devil, yes, but even so he is definitely one of the most charming ones. You also liked how attentive he was, he always knew instantly how you felt.

~…lub….dub….lub….~

Your heartbeat got a little faster, were you impatient? He hurried up with the preparation, pouring the water over the leaves, then putting everything on a plate. Careful, diligent steps, not a single drop got wasted, how elegant. Sitri put the plate down on the table in front of you, he was still wearing a small smile. “Thank you, sitri!” You took a sip, and returned the smile to him. “My pleasure, Solomon.”

Ah… right. This time even you could feel your heartbeat drop. You’ve been tolerating him enough, everything with no fail, he always called you by that name. It was as if a needle pierced your heart, as if it got cut down and thrown out. He was attentive, but he was delusional, and that hurt. It hurts a lot.

~…lub-dub….lub….dub..lub…~

The rhythm got hieratic, sitri’s eyes widened a little, was it the effects of the tea? “Solomon-” “stop, sitri, don’t utter that name.” “What do you mean, Solomon?” “Stop it, don’t call me by that name.” “Humans are so strange, why don’t you want me to call you by your name?” “Because it’s not mine!” Maybe it was because of your already shitty mood, but you snapped. “What..Solomon-” “stop! stop..stop, just, stop it…”

~dub-lub..dub…lub..dub-lub~

Ah, what a… raging heart, fast, uneven. It sounded painful, why? This always happened whenever he calls your name, so he thought it was ‘normal’. But this time, you didn’t have an ounce of sympathy, there was only disappointment. “Sitri, think about it, do I look like Solomon to you?”

~lub..dub..lub-dub…lub~

It got louder, it sounded expectant, you told him to think? Right, your appearance wasn’t the same, but the soul, the heart beat, it was the same. You are Solomon, maybe only a reincarnation, but you were him. “I don’t understand, you are Solomon, there is nothing to change about it.”

~lub-dub…lub-dub..lub~

Now it sounded like.. you lost hope? At what, what do you want from him? He didn’t understand humans- no, he didn’t understand you. “Sitri, I need time for myself. Leave.” “But-” “no, sitri, you don’t understand, I just want you to…” he looked at you expectantly, you could see that his eyes were filled with confusion. “To leave me alone for now, please.” Why couldn’t he understand, is he actively refusing to understand? You don’t want to hurt him, and you know he doesn’t want to hurt you neither, though this just won’t work. The devil listened to your heartbeat a last time, you were wavering between two sides, he definitely did something wrong, but what, what should he do, should he just leave? Maybe that’s for the best. So he did, letting out a deep sigh, face twisting into a sad one, and closing the door behind him.

[luv3rrx]

Angst hours,

Zagan x GN!Reader

Cw; Blood,death

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You've been running for hours with Zagan,the angels were just too much too many,

You couldn't defeat them alone and Zagan couldn't stop them too,he held your hand tight as if he was scared of losing you

Losing a lover

But the thing is,you stopped running a long side with him,you were cold on the floor,Zagan abruptly stopped and looked at your body,

Your body that was soaked in its own blood, horror written all over his stoic face,he wanted to curse out the angels anyone that committed this horrible crime

He kneeled down taking your cold body hugging you as if you were still alive,

He wanted to feel some sort of warmth anything but to accept the fact that you were gone

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[skyeslittlecorner]

Duty of a right hand man: Sitri

As I promised, it's time to abuse this blue lamb.

Warning: self-harm

I totally did NOT mix up the posts and I did not post a wip here earlier that was almost half as long. Nu-uh. Not at all.

Words count: 906

꧁*:･ ✡ ･:*꧂

Demons, like cats, purr in two ways. Usually at the knees of the owner, when they are happy and rules the world. However, sometimes when a pet is dying, it purrs because the vibrations help soothe the pain.

When a soft growl reached Sitri's sensitive ears, what little sleep he had managed to catch faded away. The hospital wing stank of drugs, moonlight reflected off the white walls and bedding. But the worst was the constant noise. Sitri get used to the creaking of his mattress and rustling of quilt and pillow; he liked the whispers of the wind blowing into the curtains through the open window. Hospital? A lot of terrible beeping of machines, squeaking of wheels of the medicine cart and clanking drugs being given to other patients. Even the slippage of physiological salts from the drip into his veins irritated him. Anemia? And what about this? Next time, Buer will have to force him into a straightjacket before putting him in bed.

It took him a few seconds to locate the voice. Unfortunately, Buer must have been right about Sitri’s not-so-good condition, because his migraine couldn't have come from nothing... but still, he would recognize his king's voice at any moment. And he recognized it now too.

He turned off the IV, pulled the tube from his hand, and crawled out of bed. Once the vertical and horizontal lines stopped waving, he adjusted the blanket to make it look as if he was still sleeping in it, curled up. It should be enough for Buer to not notice for a while.

Silently Sitri walked through the halls of the castle, heading towards Satan's chambers. He heard more than he saw; more and more distinct murmur, rhythmic breathing and heartbeat. And also… he felt like his ears were ringing. Sounds doubled. Damn migraine.

He wanted to take some painkillers, but had to find out what happened first. His Majesty had a habit of behaving not entirely sensibly. Once he popped a whole pack of pills into his mouth and chewed them as if they were mints and not painkillers. That's why Sitri preferred to first find out what was happening and only then bring the *measured* medicines. 

He still had that strange feeling that his majesty's heart was beating twice. Without much thinking, he opened the door. The lamp was on in the office, but the chair near solid desk was empty. 

“Hey.” A warm, familiar whisper caught his attention. A beautiful voice that he would recognize anywhere. “Shh, I don't want to wake him up.”

“Solomon…”

Their pretty face twisted hearing his voice. As always. Solomon. He spoke without thinking as he couldn't get used to the fact that the first person he loved was no longer there. Childish? Yes. Could he handle it? No. They felt so much like him. Same soul, similar heart, similar voice. But Solomon faded away so long ago. Sitri wished this beautiful human didn't look so much like him. He wanted to love them as they were. And he loved, despite what thoughtlessly escaped his lips. But only he knew about it.

Unlike other demons, Sitri did not pay much attention to appearance. He cared little about eyesight. He felt the soul and heard the heart. They were the ones who spoke first, before the eyes could show the rest. And, unfortunately, this soul and this heart were identical to his long-lost love. First love. Unrequited love.

And now history repeats itself.

Losing something he could never have hurt bad enough the first time. Now, due to his own stupidity, he couldn't even hope for a second chance. Not when his majesty's head was resting on MC’s lap, not when they stroked him with a tender smile, and not when even their heartbeats synchronized. Sitri felt like an intruder during this intimate moment.

"Sorry." 

He withdrew quietly and closed the door. The pain pierced his chest, pierced his head, blurred his vision… or were they tears? Nevermind. 

Rage flowed through him like electricity. A demon as old as him, how could he be so stupid? Why would this poor human pay attention to him if he couldn't even learn to say their name? Why did he allow himself to hope at all? Why does he… No, he needed to free himself from these thoughts.

He raised his hand, looked at it carefully, and tear out the cannula. 

Blood spilled on the white sleeve. It hurt, but differently. Almost calming. Sticky red liquid flowed along his fang-scarred wrist, warm and thick. There wasn't much of it left in his dry body. If only he could get rid of the rest of it…

No. He had responsibilities. He was the guardian of Gehenna. Responsibilities... that might help.

Feeling a lump in his throat he turned on his heel. Throbbing pain in his hand briefly allowed him to focus enough to go to his own office. Buer did not rule in Gehenna. He couldn't force him to rest. And Satan... he had other things to do now. At least his king was happy, and that meant Gehenna was at peace. If Sitri had to lose them both, he was happy to lose them to each other.

Demons, like cats, purr in two ways. When they are happy and when they are suffering. But despite his excellent hearing, Sitri couldn't hear the soft growl that escaped from his own constricted throat this night.