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Strangers..? || Obey Me x Reader

A/N: This is part two! IT'S HEREEEE— (I am very pissed off, my work got deleted and I had to redo everything 😭)

TW: Angst, Swearing, Spoilers

READER IS NOT MC

It had been three weeks since the student [Name] [Lastname] disappeared. The RAD student council and the exchange students seemed a bit... different since.

None of the other students knew why, but the air around RAD seemed colder. More distant. They never really interacted with [Name], so why would they?

Diavolo sat at his desk, rereading the letter that was sent to him six days after they were reported missing.

Its contents talked about their predicament, how they were framed, how they weren't of this universe, and how they chose them. The letter didn't help with much other than to clarify things...

When the letter arrived, he questioned Barbatos as to why he remained silent.

Barbatos' reply was understandable, but did he not realize how this affected the exchange program? Diavolo's dream?

"I am sorry, young master," was what he got instead. Diavolo understood, but it was frustrating nonetheless. Even he had practically ignored the demon (or human, apparently).

When word got out among the council members and the exchange students... It was messy. Each responded in their own way, but put together it leaned more to the guilty side.

They never expected to see [Name] [Lastname] again.

In an alley near the Royal Academy of Diavolo, the air crackled as a blue portal appeared. It flickered once, twice, then a third time before a figure stepped out of it.

The figure sighed, "Once again... Once again, I'm in this fucking Hellhole."

You had no idea why you agreed to this in the first place. Was it because, despite everything, you still loved Obey Me? Was it because you hoped for that slim chance of finally being someone important to them?

They sent you here as a punishment. Now they send you back so you can have your happily ever after?

What was this, a fairy tale? You knew better this time.

LUCIFER:

He never really knew them... why should he care? Weren't they just a stranger?

But then he realizes how horrible they must've felt when they knew the people around them but were treated like nothing.

Lucifer felt conflicted.

His usual aura still felt diminished in a way, even if he didn't understand why.

Some say he felt guilt, but his pride would always rebut with a "I am not feeling guilty. Stop that nonsense."

And for some time, he didn't.

It wasn't until he saw them again, in front of the same set of doors and hallways, that he felt an ache.

Was it guilt? No. It couldn't be.

Nonetheless, he brushed it aside with a greeting and a smile. He was surprised, but it wasn't anything too big to make such a fuss about.

"Welcome back," he would say, "I hope you've let Diavolo know about your return?"

Nothing too big. Nothing that indicates he missed them. But then again, he barely knew [Name], so that was a given.

He'd just tried to talk, but they brushed him off with their own indifferent gaze. Just like he did when they had first met.

He didn't take it too personally, but they were now under his radar.

Over time, he'd watch them from a distance, noting small things about them all the while keeping an eye on MC.

He didn't know what sparked the sudden change. [Name] didn't either. But he soon found himself wanting to talk to them.

To get to know them.

But each time he tried, they would shy away. They'd run.

They'd fucking treat him like a stranger...

Was this how they had felt?

Before, the firstborn would ignore them out of pride. Out of indifference. Because they didn't seem special.

He brushed them aside. He had forgotten about them.

This time, he was the one chasing, and they wouldn't look back.

MAMMON:

The demon wouldn't have known anything was wrong if it weren't for his brothers' changes in mood.

"I don't know that person!" he'd protest, but then the second-born would remember.

He'd remember how they'd make him feel important.

He'd recall how he ignored them.

Why did he do that again?

Oh, right. Out of fear. Fear of becoming weak, and fear of caring. It was stupid, he'd admit.

Which is why when he saw that demon human again during the same history class, his eyes were wide open in alarm.

"You're back," he'd comment, "Of course, you'd be back! You'd never leave the Great Mammon!"

Previously, he had never realized they were human, and as one of the Seven Avatars, he took it upon himself to watch over them.

He disguised it by asking [Name] for a pencil.

Mammon was confused as to why their gaze grew unfocused.

Hey, are you listening? The Great Mammon was asking for a pencil! Oi, does he need to call Lucifer or somethin'?

It never occurred to him that they would be reminded of before.

It just didn't click with him. After all, why would [Name] care? They barely knew him.

Or so he thought.

The second-born learned of their situation when he overheard Lucifer and Diavolo talking.

He felt... oddly happy, for some reason.

The Great Mammon was famous in another world with fans like [Name]? Sweet!

But then he realized what they had gone through.

Mammon was greedy, yes, but he wasn't cruel. He wanted to make up for what he'd done before.

After all, what celebrity would he be if he didn't help his fans?

But why was [Name] avoiding him? What did he do wrong?

"...[Name]?"

He just wanted to make things right― wasn't that enough?

LEVIATHAN:

He wouldn't be in school anymore.

It wasn't that he dropped out; he would just be at home resuming his online classes.

The third-born didn't care much about the demon, ever since he got back into the safety of his room, the thought of them left his mind completely.

So when he learned of the letter, everything stilled.

That was a fucking human?!

Good job making him even more self-conscious and guilty, he would act more nervous around MC, ashamed for how he treated one of their kind.

But it wouldn't affect him too badly― they were gone, anyway.

That was until he bumped into them one day, when he was browsing a store for any new Ruri-Hana merchandise.

Apparently, the human was looking for [Insert Anime], and they just so happened to bump into each other.

"Uah! What are you doing here?!" He didn't mean it in a bad way― the person just startled him, but nonetheless, they shrank back and walked away.

"Wait― Wait! I didn't mean it like that! [Name]!"

He tried calling out for them, but they had already left the store.

He felt dejected as he followed the human out of the store, trying to tell them that it was dangerous to go off alone in Devildom like that.

But then he realized, they knew. They knew. They knew each other before they arrived, interacted with them, and were treated as a stranger.

It never really clicked until now.

He linked it to how he would've felt, the envy, and to see MC get close with all of them, while being MC in another world.

He wondered how they hadn't snapped yet.

Or maybe they did, and he didn't notice. He probably wouldn't have cared back then, either.

Leviathan called out to the human.

The human never turned back.

SATAN:

Who would've thought the mighty Satan, the demon of Wrath, the fourth-born, was affected by the disappearance of another demon?

After all, Satan himself didn't.

When he heard the news, he didn't even match the face to the name.

Who was this [Name] [Lastname]? Were they important?

How come he's never heard of them before?

But then, Satan became alert. The Avatar of Wrath had wanted to see for himself what had caused Lucifer's change in mood.

So he began comparing every little detail.

And he realized, one day, when he was strolling through the library.

Wasn't there a demon a while ago?

He vaguely remember walking through the very exact row of shelves, and coming across a demon who was studying their ass off for one of his subjects of interest.

They were there for the day after.

And the day after.

And after.

But now they weren't... Satan frowned. How long had it been since they'd disappeared?

He couldn't help but feel an empty piece inside him, telling him he had messed up and lost what could've been a valuable friend.

He scoffed. How could he? He didn't even know them.

It wasn't until he was walking down the halls, a stack of newly checked-out books in hand, that he met the human again.

[Name] [Lastname], their face struck a familiarity when they crashed into each other again, and books fell onto the ground.

This seemed familiar, did it not?

It seemed they thought so too.

Because the moment he sighed and looked up to comment on something, they were gone.

He understood that the last time the human had bumped into him, they had been yelled at.

He just wanted to talk, so he waited for the time he would meet you again.

He never really did.

ASMODEUS:

Who knew that Asmodeus wouldn't know of the demon whose name was uttered out of their mouth?

Who would've known that said demon became so popular among the RAD Student Council and the Exchange Students?

No one did, and the fifth-born didn't either.

Which is why he wanted to find out what exactly made this... demon so popular.

After all, Asmodeus was usually the one in the center of the drama― and he's never even heard of this [Name]!

But something about them struck a chord of familiarity in his head... He had his huge network of connections, surely he'd find something.

And he did. The Avatar of Lust learned of who [Name] was, and he remembered something he had forgotten for some weeks now.

The demon who asked me for advice...

He had asked for their name, but his Lust and narcissism just shut them out completely.

Oh.

Asmodeus was someone popular. He was famous― a celebrity who had broken hearts (and beds) countless times. A simple rejection such as this shouldn't have left as much impact as it did.

So why, why does he feel so bad?!

It's like this feeling that told him he made a mistake― lost a valuable friend, yet he doesn't even know them!

Wait... he doesn't... know... them...

Oh.

It suddenly clicked for him what Lucifer had meant when he said they were treated as a stranger.

It was such a horrible thing, wasn't it?

The next time they saw each other was when [Name] had brushed past him in the hallways.

They didn't look back at his calls, the words telling them to give him a chance to be their friend.

"Wait― We can talk about― Wait, [Name]!"

But it was too late; they were already gone.

BEELZEBUB:

Beelzebub was the sixth-born, the one who scared people on the outside but was an absolute sweetheart once they got to know him.

Which is why he always sat at the table [Name] once did, gazing at the empty seat with a guilty expression.

He had begun taking extra food with him, in case he (or [Name]) didn't have enough to eat.

Yet, they still disappeared.

Did... Did he do something wrong?

They could tell him if he did, he would've apologized and try to make things right.

He would, really!

The Avatar of Gluttony would sometimes sit with MC or one of the other brothers (mainly Belphie) at the exact table, and they would tell him about their day.

[Name] was helping Belphie with his test?

Belphegor had told him about their routine, but Beel never really thought much about it other than gratitude.

Now he just felt guilt.

So when the human reappeared at the corner table, he was surprised.

They weren't eating anything, despite looking hungry, so he fished out a chocolate bar from his pocket (the same one he had first given them) and placed it on the table.

"You look hungry," he'd say again, "Welcome back. We missed you."

He wasn't oblivious to the way their eyes sparkled with unshed tears, or the way they seemed to shrink back, as if scared to do anything.

It was at this point that he noticed they had no human scent, which was hard to mask to a demon like him.

But he didn't ask, because he had no place to.

They treated [Name] like a stranger, so respecting their privacy was the least they could've done.

But the next day they were gone again.

What did he do wrong?

"[Name]?"

BELPHEGOR:

Belphegor wasn't one to care.

Everything was the same. The same classes, the same lectures, the same people.

The classrooms were the same, the seating arrangements were the same, the chatter was the same.

He still sat by the empty desk where [Name] would've been.

As a demon of Sloth who wasn't supposed to care, he was absolutely pissed that everyone still went on as if nothing was wrong.

As if one of their classmates didn't disappear off the face of this fucking universe.

But then again, [Name] was punished with the punishment of forever being the background character.

The notes for the subjects and his previous notes were all placed neatly in the desk.

No one dared to sit there― the last one who did died in their dreams.

Funny how they cared about that bitch instead of a classmate who did nothing wrong.

The seventh-born was guilty, very much so, that he ended up spending most of his time with Beel (even more than he already did).

The days blurred together until one day it didn't.

Until [Name] was there, sitting at their desk and staring at the notes in confusion.

As if they hadn't left.

"Those are for the subjects you missed," his voice called out, causing their head to snap up. "We're glad you're back, [Name]. Though you got a lot of subjects to catch up on, and I never did get to thank you for your notes."

He pretended not to notice how [Name]'s eyes welled up, how their posture shrank in comparison to before.

He tried not to acknowledge the gaping hole in his heart, one that begged for them to become friends.

He was a part of the problem, after all.

DIAVOLO:

The Prince of Devildom (soon to be crowned King), Diavolo, was a very busy demon.

He had a kingdom to manage, business associates to meet with, and a school to run.

Not to mention the loads of paperwork he splits with Lucifer.

But the Prince refused to let anything like this slip ever again.

[Name] [Lastname] was a student, someone who was hiding under the radar and was punished unfairly for something they didn't do, and he hadn't noticed.

He had failed, both as a principal and as a Prince who wanted to bring peace to all three realms.

The student had been a human. A fucking human in the realm of demons.

"They were a human," he said one day as he confronted Barbatos, "You knew, didn't you? You knew, so why didn't you say anything?"

Diavolo had asked, yes, but he already knew the answer.

After all, as much as Barbatos wanted to serve him, the butler was the Demon of Time. His job was to guard the timelines, etc, even if his loyalty lied to Diavolo alone.

The letter had explained everything, from [Name]'s punishment to why they were given it, and how they would soon return as compensation.

He didn't agree with their decision and system, but he understood why.

One of the worst punishments for someone would be loneliness. So why not give a 'murderer' the punishment of being ostracized by the very people they love?

It was a fitting punishment for those who do such horrible things, yet hard to overcome for those wrongfully accused.

Turning their weak links against them before turning their mind on themself. An interesting strategy.

He hated how it worked. He never saw [Name], even after they returned.

He didn't realize until later that they were avoiding him. He didn't understand why.

[Name] liked them as characters, right?

So why are they running away again?

SIMEON:

Simeon was an angel with a lot of experience with demons.

He, however, never really expected there to be much difference with [Name].

Of course, they were much nicer than normal demons, but he just thought it was about how they were raised.

Just not with the whole penalty thing.

Simeon couldn't help but connect this with a book he wrote outside of the TSL series, something sad and poetic.

It connected with his fanbase a lot, so he'd say it was a success.

Nonetheless, Simeon was at a loss for what to do. The entire situation involving the stranger penalty was a foreign subject to him.

He also couldn't help but feel extremely guilty.

He was one of the only angels in the Devildom, and he had failed to watch over them, even less so than the actual demons there.

Oh, God, I hope they're alright...

His emotional health and self-esteem would've taken a massive hit if they weren't.

Even more than they would've, anyway, but he had a feeling they wouldn't back down so easily.

And Simeon was right: they were back a couple of weeks later.

... With a diminished courage and esteem, while shrinking back as if they're scared of the beings around them.

"Oh, you poor soul," he would mutter, before making his way to their desk.

Belphegor had fallen asleep again, and [Name]'s eyes widened even more when he came up to them, "It's nice to see you again, [Name]. Was your trip alright?"

It was the first time he had asked about them, and he felt horrible about it.

Though it was never too late to fix what he had helped to break, right?

Though it seems that the poor soul wouldn't be able to heal to how it was before, just like in the book.

LUKE:

Wait, where was [Name]?

Luke was a young angel, one so pure and innocent, and he was the first one to realize his friend (even if Simeon was the one who told him their name) was nowhere to be found.

At the time, he didn't think too much of it.

Maybe because they were a demon, and they had their own business to tend to.

So he waited.

And waited.

Until he found a note sticking out of his locker one day from [Name], explaining everything.

'I'm sorry I told you so late, but it wouldn't have done much different...'

He was heartbroken.

"Wait, [Name]..." he had begun to cry, much to the surprise of Simeon and Solomon.

"C-Come back... I didn't mean whatever I said about demons, just don't leave..."

They were surprised, to say the least, but it was a given. Luke was the closest to [Name], after all.

Please...

But he was guilty. So damn guilty. Was it because he failed to protect them?

A human in the Devildom.

Was it because of his comments about how demons were not to be trusted?

Was it because he treated them as a stranger, even if he saw them as a friend?

When he saw them again in the hallway, Luke tackled them into a giant hug.

"I'm sorry!" he would cry, "I didn't mean to make you feel bad! I-I should've h-helped you when y-you were getting chased― I-I'm s-so sorry!"

They would hug them back, even if their expression screamed something that couldn't be repaired so easily.

SOLOMON:

The great and powerful sorcerer Solomon, the one with pacts to seventy-two demons, affected by the disappearance of one measly not-demon?

Ha, he could laugh.

But he won't because it did. Not that he'll ever admit it, though.

You see, the not-demon had a... special relationship to him. Solomon won't say that he was concerned; he couldn't be.

The sorcerer noticed the day they disappeared. Luke did, too, and in such a way that it brought Simeon's attention to the situation as well.

When the news had gone out around the Student Council and the Exchange Students, his entire demeanour faded.

To have such a fate placed upon them... It was something that could cause a normal human to break so easily.

It was a surprise that [Name] would be able to stand all of that.

Or maybe they didn't, and broke in private where Solomon couldn't see.

It didn't matter (that much) to him.

What mattered was that they were a human in the realm of demons with a demonic aura despite not having any aptitude for magic.

So, being the most powerful sorcerer to, like, ever exist, Solomon found out pretty quickly.

And when they returned, he would confront them for the first time, a smile on his face.

"You must be [Name], right?" he would ask, the same smile he had on when he met MC. [Name] stiffened, "You've built quite a reputation among the exchange students and the student council..."

He would never admit that he cared― at least not at first.

But when they had begun to avoid him, he finally let himself realize that he had cared about them.

In all his years of living, Solomon was constantly left behind, whether by death or by some other force.

He thought [Name] would've understood.

But, he guessed, I must've been too hopeful this time.

MC:

MC's life was not that different.

What could they say? It wasn't like they interacted much with [Name] in the first place.

But they felt guilty.

They had learned of what happened to [Name], beaten and bruised.

They found out about their situation, how they were falsely accused and punished with such a horrible thing.

It was... sickening, for lack of a better word.

They wanted to apologize― to fix things after they left [Name] alone to fend for themselves.

They, a human representative, left a fellow human to fend for themself against a group of demons.

They, a human exchange student, had ignored their look for help in favour of talking with Luke and Simeon.

They, as someone who [Name] had helped, didn't try to help them and left them for dead.

If the person would― could forgive them, they didn't know.

Mc wanted to make things right.

But when they met again, [Name] wouldn't meet their eyes.

It was astounding how such a thing― such a punishment― could do to an innocent person like them.

"[Name]? Are you alright?"

But [Name] wouldn't answer.

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th3r3dw00dtr33 · 12 days ago

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Tally Marks || TWST x Reader

A/N: Wow, so quick lmao...

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CHAPTER ONE: FISHING

PROL

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The door creaked open as you entered the Headmaster's office. Crowley, the ever incompetent bird, sat at his desk with portraits of the Seven behind him.

You wouldn't be surprised if those portraits could talk.

Crowley cleared his throat, interrupting your scanning of the room. It didn't matter, you were here for one thing, after all.

The man started, "So, Mx, how can I help you at this peculiar hour? You should be at your dorm, should you not? School starts tomorrow."

You frowned, "Uh, sorry, I was wondering if this is NRC?"

First, hang the lure on the fishing hook.

Crowley tilted his head in slight amusement, "Of course, yes. This is Night Raven College. I'm sure you were at the Welcoming Ceremony?"

The lure's smell wafts through the air, alerting the animals nearby...

You caught his little bout of amusement, "There was a ceremony?" You pretended to think for a bit, "Oh, I don't think I'm supposed to be here..."

The masked man grew confused, "You are a student, are you not? All freshmen were escorted by me to the Welcoming Ceremony."

The fishing line is thrown across the lake...

At this, you shook your head, "I'm not... from here. I kicked open the door to one of those... coffin things―"

"Gates. Those were gates."

The line bobs once...

You paused, "Right, sorry. I'm not― anyway, I kicked the door open, and ran out of the room 'cause I thought I was getting kidnapped..."

When you finished, he was in thought, "In all my years of teaching, I've never seen or heard of anything like this. And you said you're not from here?"

Twice...

You nodded, "Yes, I... uh, I'm not supposed to be at NRC. I'm actually from [City] in [Country]. I'm also not... the right age for an Arcane Academy."

And the fishing has begun.

The incompetent Headmage looked down onto the piles of paperwork that sat on his desk, and sighed. He stood up, making his way to you.

"You're not the right age? By the Seven, how old are you?"

When he asked, Crowley was already standing in front of you, looming over your form. His yellow eyes blinked as he registered how small you looked (though he could confirm you were taller than Riddle). "You are... young."

You grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, I'm thirteen... Is it alright for you to send me home? My parents must be worried about me..."

At this, Crowley nodded, "Of course, it is a disgrace for an institute such as us to make such an error... Though the Dark Mirror has never made such a mistake before."

He ushered you out the door, closing it behind him. You took this moment to place your phone in one of your convenient pockets.

The two of you made your way to the Mirror Chamber, with the Dark Mirror standing in the middle of the circular room. Crowley instructed you to stand before the Mirror and state your name.

But you didn't have to.

"[Name] [Lastname]... You are not supposed to be here..."

Both you and Crowley were surprised― this wasn't how things were supposed to go.

"Your soul does not belong on this plane... Yet your home lies in a place even I cannot reach..."

A beat, as if the Dark Mirror was thinking. You moved back, instinctively but slowly.

"With a compassion and will such as yours, your soul does not belong in any dorm..."

You don't know why you were here. You don't know how you got here. What god or unknown deity decided 'Oh, hey! Let's torture this child and send them to the world of a video game!' ?

"The one who sent you here... They have given you the liberty to change many things... May luck be with you..."

'The one who sent you here?' Now that was something different... It was pretty intriguing how the Mirror responded to your unvoiced question.

After a moment, Crowley looked at you with a perplexed expression (or as perplexed a masked man could express). "Where did you say you were from, again?"

You adjusted your phone, "[City] in [Country], sir."

"[City] in [Country]... I have never heard of that place before..." Crowley muttered, "The Mirror has never made such a mistake― a child from another world!"

'Who isn't old enough to attend NRC?' You thought grimly, "So... What's going to happen now?"

Crowley pauses, seeming to be at a loss for words, "Well― uh, I guess our only option is to let you stay here... I have a place. Follow me."

The fish has been baited.

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