COMFORTING MHA BOYS WHO AREN’T USED TO BEING LOVED
pairing(s): neito monoma, denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou x gn!reader
warning(s): hurt/comfort, brief mentions of insecurity, bakugou cursing ofc, i want to give monoma forehead kisses so badly
KATSUKI BAKUGOU
“idiot, what the fuck are you-” katsuki cursed as you dabbed at a wound near his shoulder blades. “ow! fuck, i can do it on my own.”
“shut up and let me help you,” you muttered, grabbing another towel and pressing it to the wound, earning a hiss from the blond. “stay still! i can’t help you if you keep moving, you can’t even reach it on your own.”
katsuki wanted to argue, but you weren’t wrong. he couldn’t reach the lower back of his shoulder even if he wanted to. “fine,” he spat. “just- shit, ow! hurry up.”
you followed his directions, quickly dabbing at the wound and wrapping a bandage around his chest. “is everything alright? does anything feel weird?”
katsuki stood up, more than ready to leave the room. “i’m fine, let me go-”
“make sure to check in with recovery girl one time before leaving, alright?” you grabbed his wrist before he left your dorm. “i know you already went, but just to be safe-”
“alright, fine!” katsuki scolded, pulling away from your hold. why was he agreeing so easily? that wasn’t right, was it because he was tired? “fine,” he repeated. “i’ll- i’ll go now.”
you nodded, opening the door for him to leave. “alrighty then, go.”
but for a reason katsuki didn’t know (but still hated), he stayed, frozen. “uh,” he managed. what was wrong with him? sure, it was a quite a few hours past midnight, but that couldn’t do that much of a number on him, right? “thanks.”
“no problem, katsuki,” you said, before giving him a quick hug. “alright, see you tomorrow.”
katsuki leaves the room–
–and bakugou katsuki will never (ever) admit this out loud, but the warmth of your embrace grants him a feeling of comfort, and he thinks of it every night.
Ever since Eren started being around Zeke, he had been absolutely insuferable. You knew that this wasn't him, but you also knew that everything he talked about was vengance. You wanted to believe that there was something else to this whole situation, that he was still the passionate, good man you knew, but he was making it harder and harder everytime.
He wouldn't talk to you, or listen to you, so you stopped bothering. The last couple of weeks, you had been going out with Mikasa and the guys to the tavern. Having some drinks helped all of you to pretend that things weren't falling appart.
As you were chatting with Jean, a guy approached you and asked you to dance with him. You didn't think it would be a bad idea since the guy seemed more friendly than flirty, he probably noticed your sad face and felt bad for you. You glanced at Jean and he nodded, he seemed happy that you got to do something that wasn't being misserable. The dance was going pretty good, the man was being very nice, trying to distract you by making a conversation. Suddenly, you noticed how everyone in the tavern got quiet instantly, but you didn't pay much attention to it... Until you heard him.
"What's going on?" Eren. His face was completely covered in pure anger, but you didn't know if he was angry at you, the guy, or at himself. The man backed off the moment he saw Eren. These days, everyone seemed to fear him. Your boyfriend sighed at the man's reaction, as if he was disappointed with himself. Without saying another word, he gently took your hand in his and looked at you. "Ere-" you started, but were cut off quite quickly. "Just for tonight. Let me be free just for tonight. You can go back to hating me tomorrow morning." He said, almost apologetically. You placed your hand on his cheek. "I can't hate you." And with that, he pressed his forhead against yours and giuded you into a slow dance, as he used to do. You didn't know what awaited for you two, but you were going to enjoy his warmth for as long as he allowed you to.
LEVI ACKERMAN
Levi was a busy man, humanity's strongest soldier was always required somewhere. However, it had gotten considerably worse lately. You literally hadn't seen him at all for the past couple of days. He would get home when you were already asleep, and leave before you woke up. You missed him.
However, Levi hated the whole situation even more. He's a dedicated man, he absolutely hates neglecting you. You are his top priority, and it worries him that you may think otherwise. That's why he decided to take a day off, try to compensate you for all the lost time. The captain thought it would be a good idea to go looking for some flowers at the market, so that's what he did.
He was picking some of your favourite flowers when he heard a laugh that he was able to recognize absolutely anywhere. It was you. He forgot that this was the day you usually went out shopping. As he was about to get away from the market to keep the fact that he was joining you for the day as a surprise, he realized that it was someone who was making you laugh. The guy selling you apples was joking about how he already knew exactly how you liked them because of how often he sees you... Oh.
Levi forgot about his "surprise" plan and decided to approach you two. You were quite startled when you felt the familiar strong hold of his arm around your waist, and a smile appeared all over your face as you looked at him. "Levi!" He couldn't help but smile a little at how excited you were to see him... The smile faded away quickly, though. It was soon replaced by his signature death stare as he looked at the man in front of you. The skin of the poor seller went pale immediately. Without looking away, your boyfriend began, "I got today off. We should get going if we want to make the most of the day." And with that, he gently guided you away from the market.
for @humans-are-weird-by-an-alien who requested a datables version!!
includes: simeon, solomon, barbatos, diavolo x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
rated t | m.list | pt 1 | pt 2
warnings: half-joking threat of violence, swearing, awful cat puns
a/n: hope you like it! it did tun unexpectedly serious and sincere for a moment there but i hope it flows well <3 my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req!
leviathans-watching’s work - please do not repost, copy, or claim as your own
How do demon brothers react to MC's pet rat that is named Barbatos?
Mc has a pet rat named Barbatos
Gender-neutral reader. Mc brings a new pet back to the house of lamentation. A rat named Barbatos.
Content warnings: None that I know of
Lucifer:
Lucifer is oh so disapproving. He gives you his standard warning glare when you present your pet rat to him.
“Luci, this is Barbatos.” You grin holding the rat up to Lucifer.
“You shouldn't be so brazen as to make fun of a demon, Mc.”
He’d make you get rid of it, except he can see how attached you are to your pet. “You may keep it if-”
“I wasn’t asking permission, Lucifer.” You glare.
He just sighs “Keep it in your room Mc, we wouldn’t want Barbatos to see him and go on another cleaning spree to get rid of your pet.”
Despite his disapproval, Lucifer is secretly quite amused.
And when you have the audacity to introduce Barbatos to rat Barbatos he has to leave the room to hide his laughter at Barbatos’s horrified face.
Mammon:
When you introduce Mammon to your pet rat he cackles. “You-you named him Barbatos?!” He gasps between fits of laughter. “Man Mc, you’re more demonic than I thought.”
Mammon would love to put rat Barbatos in his hamster ball while Barbatos is in the house of lamentation. Or better yet, the next time he visits the castle so that Barbatos is distracted enough for Mammon to steal something valuable.
He would never actually do it though. He can see how much you care about your pet and doesn’t want to put him in any danger.
He will beg you to introduce your rat to Barbatos though. And when you do Mammon is nearly in tears from laughter at Barbatos's reaction.
Levi:
Levi doesn’t even realize you have a pet rat until he hears you say you have to clean Barbatos’s cage. He stares at you in shock “M-mc, did you just?... Do you actually? How in the three realms did you get Barbatos in a cage?!?” What the hell kind of weird role play are you into? He doesn’t connect the dots until you come back into the hall with a hamster ball, place it in his hands and ask him to watch Barbatos until you finish cleaning his cage. Oh, Barbaros is your pet rat.
Levi actually feels a little bad for Demon Barbatos. He knows it’s just a joke but...Mc, you know how much he hates rats. It’s not that he doesn’t find it funny, it’s just that he hopes you won’t take the joke too far. And worries that Barbatos might ‘remove’ your pet if he finds it.
Despite his worries, Levi has to fight a smile when you happen to have rat Barbatos out of his cage when Diavolo and Barbatos visit. Demon Barbatos has backed himself into a corner as far away from you as possible and is looking at you in absolute horror as you coo at and hold your pet.
Satan:
Satan Loves the irony. “Please tell me you did this on purpose.” Satan has an absolutely wicked side, and he isn’t afraid to indulge it every once in a while. In his mind, a few harmless little pranks involving Barbatos having to interact with you and rat Barbatos is an opportunity too good to miss.
Satan might be more of a cat fan, but he has no problem with rats. He’ll hold him without any hesitation and even builds him little obstacle courses and mazes.
He just so happens to have built rat Barbatos a maze on the living room coffee table on a day when he knew Diavolo and Barbatos would be visiting the house of lamentation. Barbatos walks in just as rat Barbatos is happily munching on the first of many treats in the maze. Barbatos nearly screams when he sees you and Satan laughing and encouraging a rat. Satan actually has to excuse himself for a few minutes in order to get control of his laughter.
Asmo:
“That's simply cruel, darling.” Asmo chides, although he has a wicked gleam in his eyes as he says so.
He isn’t exactly pleased that you have a pet rat… He isn’t afraid of rats, it’s just that he associates them with being unclean.
Asmo is openly amused that you’ve named your rat Barbatos. He wants to see Barbatos’s reaction to the rat so he invites Barbatos to your room just to see his reaction to your pet.
While he doesn’t want the rat in his room, Asmo is strangely enchanted by your pet running on the wheel in his cage or in a hamster ball in your room. Eventually, he gets over how gross rats are, or more like rat Barbatos becomes the exception to the rule. Asmo will use his powers to enchant your pet and teach him tricks. It's not unusual to find Asmo cooing at rat Barbatos while feeding him bits of carrot or other treats.
Beel:
“Mc, don’t you know how much Barbatos hates rats? I don’t think it’s a good idea to name your new pet after him.”
“But he already responds to Barbatos. Don’t you, boy,” the rat squeaks in response to you. Beel shrugs.
Beel doesn't want Barbatos to think your pet is a wild rat and try to get rid of it. So he secretly warns Barbatos about the rat so he isn’t so shocked when he sees it.
Beel shares his healthier snacks with rat Barbatos. When giving him new food, Beel always checks with you to make sure it is safe to give to him.
Belphie:
Belphie actually likes your new pet. “Man Mc, you must be pretty brave to name a rat after Barbatos,” Belphie laughs when you introduce him to your new pet.
Despite finding the whole situation hilarious, Belphie warns you to keep your pet away from Barbatos. “It’s for his own safety,” he says, “If Barbatos finds a rat in the house of lamentation he’ll try to eradicate it. I don’t know if he’d wait long enough to find out it is a pet, not a wild rat.”
If Barbatos ever does meet his rat counterpart Belphie will revel in the chaos. But he doesn't want to risk you being sad if something happens to your pet, so he won't encourage such a situation to happen.
My inspiration for today's chaotic MC was @impinthecloset
Gender neutral MC
Warnings: a very chaotic MC, a very stressed Lucifer, swearing
We all know Dia wants friends!
And we all know that he wants people to stop acting like they're walking on egg shells when they're near him!
Yes, he is the prince, but give this man some love goddammit
But that's where you come in! The only person who looked straight into his eyes and said "we're best friends now"
My boy's day was saved by you and he couldn't stop grinning happily the entire time
Of course as his first new best friend you don't fail to notice that he doesn't like the special treatment he gets from everyone around him so you change things up a bit
Everyone: Good morning, my lord
You: Hey, bestie!
Lucifer nearly fainted because of your audacity, but Dia beamed
He absolutely loves it when you make finger guns and compliment him on things the other ones wouldn't dare to even think about
"Love the new suit. It makes your ass look great."
"MC, if you don't stop saying these-"
"Lucifer, I think I'm allowed to compliment my best friend's ass."
Dia is crying tears of joy and the entire scene looks overall pretty fucking confusing for outsiders
"MC? Do you think Lucifer genuinely likes me or simply pretends to do so?"
"Of course he likes you. You're best boy."
My mans doesn't understand half of what you're saying to him, but please don't stop
You're giving him daily serotonin boosts by just pointing your finger guns in his direction or winking at him
You two have matching heart shaped sun glasses
How did you convince him to wear those? Easy
"Trust me my dude. This is the latest fashion in the human realm."
Dia slowly, but surely adapts to your chaotic energy and the strange nicknames
"Bro."
"Yea, bro?"
Lucifer is starting to lose his mind and Barbatos doesn't know how to deal with it
It's the first time ever to see the butler so confused and lost by mere interactions
The first born pulls his lord aside to have a serious talk with him
"Lucifer, you gotta chillax."
His eye is twitching. Did the human teach him that word? It doesn't even exist!
It's safe to say that Lucifer did not chillax that day
DIA LIVES FOR YOUR CHAOTIC WAYS OKAY YOU'RE GIVING HIM ONE SEROTONIN BOOST AFTER ANOTHER
You spot him in the halls of RAD and that's when shit goes down again
"BEST BOY"
Immediately knows it's you, because who else would shout best boy at the future king of hell?
His expression changes from serious politician to a giggly...well, best boy
Late night walks are a must
"Diavolo, can I be honest with you?"
He freezes, because you never call him by his full name. Desperately tries to remember if he somehow made you upset with something, but he just can't find anything that would explain your drastic change of behavior
Your serious tone scares him too and don't get him started on the look on your face
"I'm really glad that I met you, do you know that? I wasn't sure if I could do this exchange programm, but you're making it so easy and I'm actually starting to enjoy it down here, you know? If someone would have told me back then that I'd become best friends with the devil I would have laughed, because honestly? I can't even order food or drinks without shitting my pants. So thank you. I mean it."
YOU MADE BEST BOY CRY
Get ready to get the strongest bone crushing hug in your life
Part 2 Brothers React to MC Activating The Pact Mark
Warnings: Blood, Violence, Protective Demons
LUCIFER
He feels nothing.
Nothing isn't quite the word to the demon's current predicament. He indeed does feel something, but it's not anger nor sadness. Nor happiness, not even despair or hope in his heart.
He's tethering between acceptance and refusal. The words don't sit quite right on the demon's tongue. Lucifer isn't ready to accept that he will never be able to see them again, but then if there's nothing in his heart that must mean that he's already yielded.
Right now, cursed music flows from the vinyl, and Lucifer lets the music drown him.
In one hand a bottle of Demonus—to stop the numbness in his mind as the demon takes another sip. During these times he would feel the pact mark lighten up, just as it did countless times before.
He was a fool for trusting the hope in his heart.
Even if he wasn't able to be summoned, Lucifer still was pacified. He couldn't see them, but at least he knew they were alive.
He used to know.
It stopped.
Lucifer noticed the intensity waver, the attempts grew weaker and lesser, and then it vanished.
Like you.
He wanted to cry, at that. He wanted to scream and shout and hope there was hope, that even the tiniest evidence was there, that you were alive and breathing and—
A shadow wolf howls in the night, startling the demon. Lucifer shakes his head before taking another swing from the bottle. The music does little to soothe his nerves, but the Demonus makes up for it.
"Hah?!" The demon groans, having fallen on the ground; and without the chair there, his behind unfortunately suffers, and the bottle spills.
With alcohol wetting his shirt and trousers, Lucifer grimaces as he gets up. And then, his world is turned upside-down.
"Oh—I—I," He mutters, running towards where you lie on the ground. "I—I'm so sorry."
He mumbles to himself, hastily inspecting you for injuries. Your lips are turned upwards in a smile, and you watch the demon through weary eyes as he checks for wounds. Given your exhausted state, you are able to make out your Morningstar's voice, more worried then you've ever heard.
You cough, startling the demon's movement, who flinches away in fear he has hurt you.
"Don't—" You tremble, wincing when the movement hurts, and yet, you reach out a hand to touch Lucifer.
"Don't be sorry."
At your words, the demon gapes at you; and yet, all the same, he holds your hand close to his face, letting the warmth of your skin calm down the turmoil within.
He has never looked more beautiful.
"I was scared," He confesses, letting you brush your thumb against his cheekbook. The action is soothing—and Lucifer momentarily closes his eyes.
"I was scared that you...."
The word lies heavy in the air. The demon doesn't need to speak any more, because both of you know what could have happened.
You smile. "But I'm here, am I not? I tried, and didn't realise that I didn't have enough magical energy in my body at first. Didn't realise it depleted when they—"
Lucifer's eyes harden.
"They who?" The demon whispers from gritted teeth, his mind already conjuring ways in which to make the filth that dare to harm you suffer until their last, useless breath.
"Ow—Luci, too tight!"
The demon immediately softens the grip on your hand, not realising that in his anger he nearly squeezed your hand in two; and given his strength, it would have been awfully easy to crush the bones in your hand.
"I'm sorry," He apologizes, rubbing circles into the place where he'd gripped your hand previously.
"It's alright." You smile, realising that he's broken the record for apologising. You would have cracked a joke, if he didn't look so worried.
"How did you...?"
"Was walking in the streets, and then everything went black. And the next thing I knew I was in a place never seen before," At your memory, Lucifer snaps his head around to observe your surroundings. There's trees, a damn lot of vegetation, probably the heart of the Devildom forest. "I wasn't able to summon any of you, even when I tried," You laugh, the sound forced from your chest. "But it worked."
For a while, both of you just stay there, savouring each other companies after such a long separation. Lucifer cradles your head in his hands, pulling you close until your head is on his chest, and his arms are wound tightly around you.
But just like all good moments, this one has to be interrupted too.
The wolves howling breaks the demon out of his reverie; and only then Lucifer realizes that this isn't a safe place for you to be.
"Let's go home," He mumbles, careful with your head as he stands. You lean closer, burying your face in his clothes.
And in that moment, the weight in his hands is a welcome one.
MAMMON
He's never been more angry.
Anger wasn't a emotion one would associate with Mammon. He bickered, gloated and got strung up from the ceiling by the toes, but never once lost his temper.
But this sight tells the opposite.
"Filth," The demon grits out, throwing a mangled body into the open drain. The thud is a sound that makes the others flinch.
Fear, because the white-haired demon was supposed to be an "easy" demon, one who trailed after witches, slave to their demands. There was no reason to be afraid of the second born, but only now do the demons realize what a grave mistake they have made.
"Ya dare to touch my human," Mammon growls, biting off each word as he tears a demon's wings away from the base. "Ya dare to harm 'em."
"You're gonna regret it."
True to his word, he maimed every single demon that dared to harm you. Screams and cries occupied the air in the alley, until only blood and bodies were left.
Squishy footsteps, shoes coated with blood walk towards you, and gentle hands cradle your head.
"I'm so sorry," Mammon mumbles, burying his face in your hair as he lets out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. "I couldn't get to you fast enough."
Ignoring the scent of blood on his hands, you lean back to hold his face. Splatters of red stain his cheek, and you wipe it before gazing into his eyes, full of worry and concern, red with tears.
"Shh, shh, I'm here, see?" You hug the demon whose shoulders shake with sobs; finding yourself tearing up as well. "I'm here Mammon."
"I was supposed to protect you—hell—I was given one job and I couldn't even be with you! You—You were trying to summon me and—"
"And you came," You declare, trying to comfort the demon. "I finally summoned you, and you came. You came and saved me."
The bodies lying on the ground are evidence.
"Ya don't get it," Mammon whispers, closing his eyes as his eyebrows furrow. "You nearly died in there."
You press a kiss to the space between his brows.
"But you came and saved me, didn't you Mammon?" You affirm, the question being more of a statement as Mammon opens his eyes.
"My first man."
At that name, Mammon presses a kiss to your head.
"I'm here now, aren't I?"
"Yes," The demon breathes, inhaling your scent to help him calm down his demonic instincts. "You're here and you ain't goin' anywhere."
"I am not," You mumble, exhaustion overcoming you after that ordeal. "I'm right here with you."
Seeing your tired state, Mammon tucks you closet to his body. With one arms supporting your neck and the other your legs, you already feel drowsy in his embrace. You've always felt safe in them.
His wings flap, preparing to take flight.
"We're going back home."
LEVIATHAN
The ocean is in turmoil.
The waters never seem to rest; when the waves are eerily silent that means a storm is approaching.
And right now, the ocean is furious.
Screams are drowned out by the rippling waves against the ship, whatever bodies that do manage to escape are swallowed up by the notorious fiend of water known as Lotan.
The Admiral of Hell's Navy stands tall as the demons under his command slaughter the scum that dared to commit such an atrocity.
A sharp kick to one demon's face makes him recoil and fall to the floor, which is already drenched with crimson.
Before he can cover himself with his hands, another sharp blow to his side makes him throw up blood. A garbled scream escapes, before another stab of pain makes itself known.
"You dared to harm the human under Lord Diavolo's protection."
A whip from a tail shatters the bones in his ankle, resulting in a broken scream from the demon.
"You dared to kidnap the human under our protection."
A hand is already dragging back the demon who tried to escape. Screaming and begging, he's thrown at the Admiral's feet.
"You dared to harm my friend."
The tail wraps around his waist, tight, constricting his lungs as the demon uselessly gasps for air. Leviathan stares at the filth writhing from a mere squeeze of his tail. His eyes are narrowed, not even a glint of nervousness in them.
Because this is not the shut-in otaku, this is the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, Leviathan.
Levi is not feeling very merciful right now.
Without even letting the scum beg for his life, his teeth come to latch on his neck, and then the demon falls to the floor.
The rat has received its poison.
Wiping off the blood with a towel, Levi nods to his men; and then he's off.
Too fast to be walking, too slow to be considered running.
The heel of his boots make sharp sounds against the floor as Levi opens the door, letting out a sigh when he sees your form in the bed. The demon's shoulders sag as he adjusts the covers.
Citrine eyes gaze at your sleeping form, and Levi runs a hand through your hair. Merely hours ago, you were about to be killed, if not for the sea creatures informing him of the demons in the ocean.
To think they could get away with hurting you.
But you're here, Levi assures himself. You're here in his ship, you're breathing and—and he's here and no one can harm you.
He won't let that happen.
SATAN
Furious isn't quite the right word to describe it.
If anything, Satan's more than furious, utterly hell-bent on destroying the pathetic excuse of the demons who thought they could hurt his human. His wrath rolls off from him in waves, and the green in his eyes is the storm, raging and deadly.
Brutal and harsh are his movements, you notice, clutching his jacket that the blonde demon had wrapped around you before taking care of the "pests."
You bury your head in your arms, the scent of his jacket calming you down, but not enough to wholly ignore the screams and whimpers coming from the dark alley. Blood stains the cobblestone there, the crimson liquid seeps into the cracks that will require the aid of the rain to wash it away.
"H-Help me!"
A voice startles you, and you snap your head towards the source of the noise. In the moonlight, you can make out the demon that kidnapped you. He's drenched in blood, wounds from claws and bruises coat his body. The baffling part is, that he's begging.
"Save me! He's going to—"
A scream cuts him off as a clawed hand comes to grip his leg, nails digging into the open wound. A garbled scream rips past the demon's lips, and emerald eyes glare from the shadows.
And then, the screaming increases.
You try to muffle the sounds.
Ultimately, the voice reaches a crescendo before it finally stops, and the night is quiet once again. If not for the blood, it seemed like a maiming didn't take place.
The blonde demon steps out of the shadows.
In this moment, he truly looks like the Avatar of Wrath.
"Satan," You reach out, attempting to grab hold of the demon, but then he flinches away, as if burned.
"Don't," He mumbles, and you can see the way his hands ache to hold yours; to hold you close gently and press a kiss to your head, cradle you after being separated for so long like his brothers are going to do.
But there's the blood on his hands.
The demon wasn't so bothered before, and yet you're here now and you've seen that side of him. The demonic side that he hid away carefully, but now its revealed it's ugly head to you.
You hesitate for a brief moment. "You can touch me. I don't mind," You murmur, and yet, Satan doesn't move. He stands rooted to the spot, as if mesmerized.
And then, his shoulders start shaking.
They start off slow, at first, until they tremble violently and tears fall from his eyes that the blonde demon doesn't bother to wipe away.
Yet, you do.
You wipe the tears with the pad of your thumb, ignoring the blood.
"Let's go home," You murmur, holding Satan's hand—covering his hand in yours, holding on tight.
The demon lets out a shaky breath, before giving you a soft smile.
ASMODEUS
Asmodeus never lost hope.
Not even once, in comparison to his brothers who drowned in despair. He kept hanging on, because his heart told him to.
"MC," He mutters, gently wiping the blood splattered on your face with a handkerchief. "You're here."
A breathy laugh. "Yes, I'm here, Asmodeus."
The demon has never smiled so brightly before as Asmodeus takes in your scent; burrowing his face in the crook of your neck and staying there for a few moments that he can spare.
But when he smells blood, his pupils widen.
He removes his head from your neck. "Who hurt you? Tell me their faces and I'll ensure they won't hurt—"
"Not right now, Asmo. Not right now." You mumble, not able to stretch your arms to their maximum capacity to hug the demon, but Asmodeus gets the hint, and he's right back at your side.
"I felt you," The demon whispers against your skin, his hands gently cradling your side. "I felt you trying to summon me."
You smile. "I did. I tried a lot of times, but my magical energy was low, and it was exhausting."
"But then you finally managed to call for me."
You nod, resting your forehead against the demon's own, finding solace in the simple action. It's been too long.
"Everyone else misses you."
"I know. I miss them too."
You can only imagine the relieved look on everyone's faces after you come back home. You're pretty sure you won't be allowed to go outside without one of the brothers accompanying you, but it's in good intentions.
"You've got bruises," The demon states, holding your wrist gently as he observes the marks. Then, Asmodeus presses soft kisses on the bluish-purple areas, as if alleviating your pain.
If you're being honest, most of the pain in your body is long gone by now.
"Who was it?"
"A demoness. Seemed jealous, and the next thing I knew my magical energy was being drained."
The furrowing of the demon's brows tells you that the witch is in deep shit.
It dissapears the moment it came.
"I'll take care of that, dear. But first, let us get home and take a bath. The dirt is sticking to my skin!"
You laugh.
BEELZEBUB
He can't lose another.
Beel's already lost one person in his life, and he can't lose you too. He can't lose two.
"Beel!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around the ginger-haired demon to break him out of his reverie. You rest your head on his taller frame, and for a moment Beelzebub stiffens.
Then, as if waking up from a trance, he hugs you tighter than he ever has.
"I'm so sorry," He mumbles, pressing a kiss to your head. His hands are hovering over your frame—from your head to your waist, inspecting for any harm. "I wasn't able to be there, I—I thought for a moment that you had died and—and you weren't able to summon me anymore and—"
"Got exhausted," You mumble, the fatigue of the events that took place overcoming you.
"Oh," Is all Beelzebub says as he notices your current state. Apart from a few bruises, he's glad that no other injuries are there. Your frame leans on his larger one, and the demon cradles the back of your head with his hand.
"What about the demons?" You question, remembering that the demons that abducted you had suddenly become very quiet before Beel's arrival.
You attempt to turn your head, but the hand doesn't let you.
"Don't look," Beelzebub states, tucking your head further in his frame as amethyst eyes gaze at the mess on the ground. But it's nothing that some shadow wolfs and vultures can't take care of. Nature has its ways.
You scared him, when you went missing. Beel had sworn an oath to protect, but even with his physical prowness he wasn't able to save her. He couldn't bear to lose you too; but fate was kind to him.
You were able to summon him, and Beel noticed the shift in his surroundings as he pounced on the demons; for your scent on them was overpowering.
His D.D.D. pings, and Beelzebub hastily takes it out loud, and smiles at the caller ID.
"Whose it?" You turn your head barely enough to look; but the demon places the device to your ear.
"Beel? Where are you?"
BELPHEGOR
"I shouldn't have left you alone."
It's more of a statement directed towards him than you. He shouldn't have been sleeping when you had gone out in the streets of the Devildom; despite fully knowing it was dangerous.
Belphegor wipes away the remnants of blood on his hands before latching himself onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He's checking for injuries, his grip light as a feather. His head rests on your chest, feeliing the reassuring thumping of your heartbeat.
"Beel was worried," He mumbles, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. "Lucifer and the others turned everything upside-down, they were troubled."
"And what about you?"
"I was scared."
Scared, fearful, more desperate than the others. Belphegor spent nights waking up from dreams that made his throat constrict. It felt like the world was crashing down, but Belphegor couldn't let out a sound during those moments.
"You summoned me just in time."
The demon declares, intertwining his fingers with your own. If you feel the trembling of his hand, you don't comment on it.
"You felt me trying to summon you?"
Belphegor's form freezes. His eyes widen, mind fearing that it's a cruel dream all over again and that he'll wake up in the attic with tears running down his face.
But then he feels your heart beat.
"Belphie—oomfph!"
The demon has latched himself to you even tighter than before. He's holding you in fear that it's all a dream.
"I felt it all," He mumbles. "You woke me up from my sleep in doing so."
You chuckle, and Belphegor finds himself smiling at the sound. Oh, how he's missed this.
Hello! Could you do some continuation of the hc's where Mc has gone missing? Where one day the brothers feel Mc trying to activate the pact mark and summon them? For some reason they can't, but this means that Mc is indeed alive somewhere, so the brothers at least have new found hope
Brothers React To Missing MC Activating The Pact Mark
They were dead, blipped out from existence, leaving behind a broken family who mourned their demise, with nothing but despair in their hearts. But then, the pact mark is activated.
Brothers and Dateables React To Missing MC
LUCIFER
The clock ticks.
It always does, with its incessant pattern that the demon wouldn't normally pay attention to, but today it makes Lucifer threaten to tear at the papers in frustration.
These reports are never-ending, just like his misery. A blotch of ink against the paper makes him growl in frustration.
It's lonely without you. Lucifer held it together the first time they fell, but now you're gone and the ropes of sanity in his hands are slipping. He doesn't remember the last time he had a peaceful sleep, for it rarely came, and when it did nightmares accompanied it.
Cursing himself for not focusing at the task, Lucifer picks up the pen which had been thrown on the ground. But as soon as the tip touches the paper, he feels it. He feels power flowing through the pact, faint and weak but there.
Lucifer nearly jumps from his desk, wide-eyed as he waits to be teleported to their location. Finally see their face and see them alive.
But as soon as the rush comes, it goes away.
His head nearly collides with the desk as Lucifer kneels on the floor, the remnants of their energy making his heart beat faster.
They're there, they're trying to summon him. They're alive, missing, but alive and breathing. Hope flows throw his veins as Lucifer shakily gets up. They're alive and they're trying to summon him, they miss him and he misses them, it's been so long since he last saw them and he wants to see them they're alive and they're not gone—
His brothers must be assembled immediately.
MAMMON
Your shirt lies in his lap, tears on it having long dried, but the aching in his heart hasn't.
He bargained in dark alleys and dingy clubs, hell, he was ready to give up his card, but it only yielded him despair.
He was their first man, their protector, and he let them die. He let them get killed. He wasn't there. They died and not even the body was found to bury.
Fresh tears dampen the shirt.
If only you were alive, what he wouldn't give for you to come back, he'll give his life if it means you'll live, he'll rip his heart out if it means if you'll come back. If only you could summon him.
Summon.
Mammon feels it. A heartbeat, a faint chanting of an incancation, just a bit more, a little more energy and he'll be there, just a bit more force and he'll be teleported, just a bit more—
Silence.
The shirt lies forgotten in his lap as Mammon gasps. They're alive and they're trying to summon him. He won't let them leave him again, he won't.
This time, the tears that flow from his eyes are of joy and not despair, of relief and not pain. Mammon doesn't realize that he's screaming or that he's babbling words at his bewildered brothers until he calms down and chokes out syllables.
They're alive.
LEVIATHAN
The screen flashes "Game Over" in large letters.
Leviathan wants to throw his controller at the computer, destroy the very thing that holds dreaded and loved memories. But he doesn't have the energy to move.
The picture of them and him cosplaying as the famous pair of TSL makes something in him shatter. His Henry, now gone and dead. He's nothing without them.
Just a useless, worthless demon who sulks and cries.
His throat is dry, maybe from the constant crying earlier, but Levi doesn't have the energy to grab the bottle and drink.
But then, he feels his heart best faster.
A foreign energy, one not felt in a long time, now thrums through his veins and makes him open the bottle and glug the liquid. Only when the container empties does some sense of consciousness float in Levi's mind. The energy is theirs.
But as soon as it comes, it disappears.
But Leviathan doesn't fall on the floor after their essence leaves his soul, he remains standing, something in his heart bursting with joy as he nearly screams.
Something warm and soothing brews in his heart. Hope brews, revitalising and strengthening him.
They're alive.
SATAN
Torn.
Torn, that's what Satan sees. Torn are the books in his room, torn are the curtains and the mattress, torn is the cover, torn is his heart.
Even this book failed to provide any answers. Knowledge was supposed to empower someone, invoke respect and power, but it failed this time.
Revival of the dead isn't possible.
He tried, at first, to use the pact and channel his energy to them so they could remain alive, but their soul wasn't there. Gone. He roamed and read, threated and searched, but no answers came.
If only he could have held their hand one last time.
Satan sighs as his claws drag through the stone walls, untouched spots now hard to find. The silence hangs heavy in his room, and Satan nearly curses as he barely manages not to trip on a stray book, and when he leans down to pick it up his pupils dilate.
He can feel the chanting, the summoning spell and their energy, their soul.
But it fades away, for it is too weak.
But the newfound hope in Satan isn't. Nearly screaming like a madman, the blonde demon grins as he rushes outside, words already spilling past his lips.
They're alive.
ASMODEUS
The library is a mess.
It always has been, since they...died. Satan nearly tore all of the books in two if not for him and Lucifer stopping him. He had lashed out, angry, hopeful, but only back then.
There's not a speck of hope now.
He could go, forget this room with its messed-up books and torn furniture, leave and throw himself in the spotlight, where he would be adored and loved. But other's love didn't mean anything to him, because it was only your love that truly mattered.
Asmodeus sighs as he gathers the last of the pages, and prepares a spell to mend them. "May the torn pages of these manuscripts before me—oomfph!"
A garbled sound leaves him, and the demon staggers before resting a hand on the wall to compose himself. It's like the breath has been knocked out of his lungs, and new energy flows through him.
Warm, comforting, familiar—something that he loved, and still does.
His MC.
He can feel the incantation being muttered, a spell to summon demons, and Asmo closes his eyes, praying that he'll see them when he opens them again.
Asmodeus blinks.
Once.
Twice.
Frantic eyes looks around the room. The same books, the same chairs, the same torn—no!
No, he wants to cry out the word, each syllable echoing in the room, but Asmodeus doesn't make a sound. He only smiles, as tears stream down his face.
There's hope.
BEELZEBUB
The house is never this quiet.
Usually, there would be a cacophony of shouts and laughter at this hour, with Mammon and Leviathan running around as the others watched or interfered. There was joyous laughter and screams, something which was noisy but comforting. Something which felt like home.
But home has never been so silent before.
The water boiling interrupts him, and Beelzebub says nothing as he gently takes out the noodles, careful not to break them when he puts them in the pot.
But the noodle breaks in two in his hands as his eyes widen.
Barely a flicker, yet still there, trying to make itself known. A faint heartbeat, slow, but there.
You're there.
The ginger demon nearly screams at the discovery before quietening himself, fearing its a dream, but when the noodles break even more in his hand and his heart beats even faster does Beel relent.
The impact is jarring, so heavy that it throws his twin out of his slumber, who rushes downstairs to see what exactly has taken place.
Belphegor doesn't understand the joy thrumming through his veins when he feels his twin rejoice.
BELPHEGOR
His heart beats loudly.
Fast, as if he's gone and ran in the house, creating a ruckus. But he's the personification of Sloth, and Sloth rarely runs.
So why does he feel the pounding in his chest?
Belphegor sighs as he lazily rubs his eyes, still in the daze of sleep. For a moment, he thinks Satan's gone and ravaged the house again. His brothers would often ask him to aid in cleaning up. But the demon would decline, for the books were torn when they couldn't find a solution, and the furniture was broken in despair and anger.
It was the fourth-born's way of mourning.
Belphegor's was sleeping the days away. Usually he wouldn't wake up so easily, but the sudden thrumming in his chest makes him grumble as he hastily gets up.
And then, the demon's eyes widen.
Belphegor nearly falls off the bed as he jumps, a newfound vigour in every step as he stands straight, closes his eyes shut and pleads to be summoned.
It's you whose trying to summon him, it's you whose alive and breathing, not dead, it's you whose calling out to him.
The demon doesn't succeed in stopping the gasp that spills past his lips, a silent wail caught in his throat as he falls silent.
No sounds escape Belphegor.
Only when he opens his eyes and places a trembling hand on his chest, feels the beat of his heart, only then does the demon fall to the ground.
He screams, shouts as tears fall from his eyes—he can't tell whether they're from relief or happiness, but Belphegor's damn sure they're from hope.
Hope, that he will give his brothers too now that they surround him in worry.
How would the brothers and dateables react to missing Mc? Like one day Mc just disappeared and they can't find them no matter how hard they try. Totally angst :)
Brothers And Dateables React To Missing MC
They're gone. Dissapeared one day, without any signs of a struggle. No matter hard they search, how much they plead, they're nowhere to be found. Their soul is gone.
LUCIFER
On the outside, Lucifer may appear stoic and collected, but he's slowly delving into despair. No matter how hard he looks, they're nowhere to be found.
He doesn't know what happened, except that MC dissapeared from their room, gone, without any signs of a struggle or message. Lucifer doesn't even know if they've been kidnapped or..killed.
There's a rage brewing in his eyes as he devises a plan and a search party. With his connections, his brothers, and even the power of Lord Diavolo and Barbatos MC must be found... right...?
Lucifer eventually realized the search was hopeless, when he touched his pact mark and tried to reach out to MC, but he didn't even feel anything.
Were they gone..? Were they in the Celestial Realm? Travelling through dimensions? Barbatos and Simeon's face told him all that he needed to know.
He was the eldest. He had to be collected and be the pillar of his family, even if he was falling inside. So Lucifer hardened his emotions as he tried to pull his family together, even if they lashed out at him.
Lucifer hide himself away, distant and cold. He refused to be pitied, even if Asmodeus and his brothers shot him knowing glances.
He gave his heart twice. And lost it twice. It was buried with MC now.
Despite how cold he seems after their 'death', the vinyl playing in his room didn't do a good job at covering the sounds of bottles shattering and wails escaping.
MAMMON
He couldn't quite believe it. They were in their room, and the next thing...they had dissapeared? Where? By whom? Were they kidnapped? Were they....okay?
He was desperately trying to do something, call their phone or search the house along with his brothers, but they weren't there.
With the search party his brother had organised, he devoted himself to looking for them, but the determination fizzled out when he desperately tried to touch the pact mark, to feel anything of MC's, their heartbeat, their soul, but he was met with silence.
Mammon almost attacked Barbatos when he confirmed they weren't coming back...their soul was wiped out from existence...
He refused to believe it. But he had to, eventually, when he was forced to.
He was MC's first man, for hell's sake! He was supposed to protect them!
Mammon threw himself into his sin, with even more ferocity, but even the witches pitied him, claiming one whose soul is gone can't be brought back.
He nearly killed the witches in disbelief, only when he was dragged back to the house by Lucifer did he collapse on the steps, crying as he begged MC to come back.
Some of MC's possessions are with him now, which he guards with his life. They're the only reminder Mammon has left of them, and he'll protect it.
LEVIATHAN
There's nothing he can do expect wring his hands and hide away in his despair.
He was frozen, tongue-tied as he looked on in shock. Only when he was reminded of his position did he spring into action. His soldiers were summoned, and they ventured into the Devildom waters. If MC was found, they were to be brought back and the kidnappers brought: dead or alive.
But it soon became clear they weren't coming back, when he had ventured into the deepest depths of the sea, and in a desperate attempt, tried to use their pact. But he was met with dangerous silence, just like the ocean.
When even a Prince and an angel couldn't find MC, how could he? He refused to accept they weren't existing anymore, and for a long time the Devildom waters were dangerous to be in, for anyone who's ventured in was drowned by the waves.
He retired to his room, defeated and tired. Levi was in a haze for days, refusing to accept their death. Only when he tried to call them on their D.D.D., and he didn't hear their voice, only then did he fully take in the fact they were gone.
For a long while, he couldn't even sleep, trying to ignore reality by diving into his virtual world, but on seeing MC's controller, the screen shattered.
Everything in his room reminded him of them. The pillow they liked to sleep with, the game progress Levi had saved with them, photos of him and MC cosplaying...
The only sound from his room is the music from his video games, and if one looks closer they can see the dark circles under Levi's eyes and his grumpiness. He refuses to accept reality, choosing to dive into the fictional world.
SATAN
He did not take MC's dissapearance very well. By 'very well' he was fuming as he tried to control the immediate anger that came. He was stuck in that haze for a long time, cursing himself and his brothers for not watching over MC.
Only when he was harshly reprimanded did he spring into action, putting his knowledge and skills into action. Satan pulled out a map of the Devildom, marking all the places where MC could be and lead the party in searching for clues, and with the aid of his connections.
But when all his brothers eventually began to fall down one by one, he had to too....The search was leading to nowhere, and for the first time his knowledge failed him.
Despair set in when Satan tried to feel the pact power, but he felt nothing on MC's side. They were gone, blipped out of existence, not even a fragment remaining.
He turned to the sorcerer, but even he couldn't say anything. It all led to anger, as Satan destroyed half of the house, with claw marks and torn fabric in every corner.
His room suffered the same fate. Countless books were torn when they couldn't bring MC back. Eventually, the anger turned to sorrow as he wept in his room.
It's almost like what he was before. Wrathful, lashing out in an instance. Satan's far too gone now to come back...whatever's left of them in this world, he'll protect it.
All the feelings and scenery he knew with MC are gone now, dead, buried with them. And they can't come back, nor can MC, nor can the last bit of humanity in him.
ASMODEUS
He was in a frenzy when he found out MC was missing. Trying to call them, searching the House, all in vain.
With his connections, he tried to look for them, but they weren't found. Not by him or his brothers efforts. On a stormy night, he eventually mustered the strength to try and use the pact, but when he was met with silence, he broke sobbing.
The power was so intense that Solomon rushed to see where his friend was. Asmodeus was begging the mage to find out where MC was, but the look of despair on his own face said everything....
For days, all he did was weep, until his appearance was one of red eyes and dried tears on his cheeks. The House was silent, save for the occasional destruction by Satan.
Eventually, he tried to pull himself together, making meals with Beelzebub and ensuring that his brothers sit down and eat something, even if they rushed out storming.
His glamour is gone, replaced by a broken demon. Asmodeus doesn't go out, he can't, and most of his time is spent clearing up the mess created in the House and trying to comfort his brothers.
He's mustering up the strength because that is what MC would have done, and wanted. Their room lies undisturbed, not a speck of dirt, with a spell to ensure it never decays, and that the leaves of the tree remain fresh as ever.
BEELZEBUB
They..MC...they won't, they can't...he can't let this happen again...he can't.
When he found out they were missing, he stormed outside, in his search for MC he desperately tried to look for them. He can't lose them too, he lost Lilith already.
Only when he tried to use their pact, did he finally realize it. They were gone. Not even a fragment of their soul remaining. Beel screamed as he fell down, sobbing and defeated, failed to protect his family.
The pain alerted Belphegor, who rushed to where his twin was, and his face also made Belphegor realize the one thing he was refusing to: MC was gone.
Both grieved in their pain, just as they had after the Fall. Belphegor slept most of the time, and Beel, apart from eating carefully preserved all their belongings.
A memorial was made for MC, and Beel spent most of his time there. A part of him hoped for a sign, an assurance that MC watched over them like Lilith did, but it was the same part that died when he remembered that their soul was gone.
He and Asmodeus cooked together, and he tried to ensure Belphegor ate to maintain his health, and he and Asmo sent the trays to their brothers rooms.
One time in the night, his hands instinctively reached for the bag of chips MC liked, and Beelzebub had to quieten his sobs as he retreated, finding comfort in Belphegor who hugged him tight as they both wept.
BELPHEGOR
All his sleepiness dissapeared when he found out MC was missing, as Belphegor immediately sprang into action. He's observant, and together with Satan they searched spots where MC could have been.
But no matter how much he looked, searched, threated, killed, MC was nowhere to be found. The brothers gave up their search one by one, and at last Belphegor was the only one standing.
He nearly threated Diavolo, if not for Beel stopping him.
Why were his brothers giving up? Didn't MC mean anything to them? Countless thoughts ran in his mind until he tried to reach them through the pact, and felt nothing. Empty, harsh silence.
That was all it took for him to kneel and give up. He felt Beel's pain, and the look in his eyes must have been one of despair because then they both were sobbing.
He refused to talk, choosing to sleep his pain away. Only thing was the pain still tormented him. Sometimes he dreamt of Lilith, and sometimes MC. Those nights were the worst.
A part of him dissapeared with MC, and sometimes when he was awake he would slink to their memorial, where Beel would often find him asleep.
The attic becomes the place Belphegor sleeps the most in now, away from pitying glances and his brothers.
DIAVOLO
He was helpless, despite his power and influence. MC just dissapeared, and now they weren't being able to be found.
The Devildom is dangerous, and Diavolo did his best to ensure that it would be safe. But it seems there were cracks in his ship, because the water seeped through.
Lucifer had organised his brothers into a search party, as Diavolo supervised. Barbatos was looking through different realities, every possibility or decision that yielded this outcome.
But the search was futile, and Barbatos bowed to his Lord as he confessed there was nothing he could do. MC's soul was gone, dissapeared from existence.
Diavolo has seen structures fall, empires crumble and blood be shed. Death didn't effect him much. But it does now. His shoulders feel heavy and there's a weight on his heart he can't describe.
It's his helplessness, he can't even do anything, revive them or give them another life, because their soul is gone, just like their physical body.
A memorial was made in honour of MC, with the best luxurious and materials royalty could provide. They had a special place in everyone's heart, and so will they in the palace and the House of Lamentation.
Diavolo visits on nights when he simply can't get MC out of his mind, telling them about a new human game or tradition he discovered, about how the brothers are faring, ignoring the trembling of his own voice.
BARBATOS
The one demon who could control time and choose realities, now helpless against fate. Fate that he once couldn't avoid, and now MC couldn't.
The brothers tore through the Devildom as Diavolo supervised, while he himself tore into timelines, searched through realities where this couldn't have happened.
But no matter what choices were made the outcome was same. Eventually, he had to wrung his hands and admit defeat.
The desperation in Lucifer's eyes was a mirror of his own: despondent.
Lord Diavolo had a memorial made for MC in the castle, and one was at the House of Lamentation. A room hidden by a spell, visible to those who cherished them.
He took special care in dusting each item, treating it with fragility and as if it were sacred, which it was. There was no body to bury, no soul for judgement, only their physical possessions.
Barbatos pretends not to see the Prince wander into MC's memorial late at night, because he does so himself.
Every single item of theirs- a tea cup or even the silly spoon they had given him as a gag gift is treasured, hidden away in remembrance.
SIMEON
He can't even turn towards Father, because their soul simply doesn't exist. Not anymore.
He himself looked for them in the Celestial Realm, like the brothers did in the Devildom. Each district was scrutinised, turned upside down as Simeon searched. But when he turned to Father, he got to know the Truth.
It's a fate worse than death, having your soul wiped from existence. Did they travel through the astral plane and got lost? Did someone hurt them...?
But one thing was clear: they were gone. The determination turned to helplessness when he saw Lucifer's pleading gaze.
Luke was inconsolable, and Solomon could be seen shaking whenever MC's name was mentioned. Countless nights Simeon woke up to screams from Luke's room, when the cherub had nightmares.
He has MC's handkerchief that they dropped one day but never returned to collect. It's preserved with a spell, in a hidden drawer in Simeon's room.
He tried to connect to Lucifer, but the latter has shut himself up in his room, cold and harsh as ever. Even Father failed him now....
There's nothing he can do except pray and hope they found peace, even if tears fall from his eyes as he weeps, even if the ground shakes with the fervency of his prayers, he hopes they found happiness.
SOLOMON
Perhaps this is the pain that an immortal being has to go through, to watch others crumble and fall while he remains to collect the pieces.
Asmodeus's call made him gather his materials as he set off to the Human world to search for MC. Every corner was searched, every aquantince contacted but it was futile.
They were kidnapped...right? They were just kidnapped, their soul was still intact... right? Solomon never thought he would have found himself praying that MC was just kidnapped, but....
He hoped they had been found. He tried calling Asmodeus. But the second he asked about MC the voice on the other side broke into sobs.
That confirmed his suspicions...and Solomon threw the phone as he fell on the ground. What happened to them? Were they dead? Their soul could be revived, right?
But there was no soul remaining to put in a physical body....
He delved through texts and spells, only to sink further into helplessness. He doesn't even know of their fate! He can't even do anything.....
Solomon felt pain through his pact with Asmodeus, and he rushed to where his friend was, only to find him weeping as he begged Solomon to find a way.
There was nothing he could do..
He truly never moved on, creating a memorial for them in a corner of his room, where he come to talk to them about his day, or something he thought they would like. He ignores the tears leaking down his cheek when he realizes they can't even hear him.
warnings: death, seggsual jokes😏, mc bein a true chad, they could be possibly ooc
there was an attack. an unpredictable one, where mc had been cornered on an unsuspecting street. a demon— a hungry and vicious one at that— had taken one look at them and lunged at them. the demon left gashes and teeth marks all over their body, but bolted before they could finish the job; the ominous footsteps approaching the scene had scared them into not finishing their meal.
MC is left bleeding out, laying on the cool cobblestone within the alleyway. one cough spews blood into the air, causing MC to slightly choke on the crimson liquid pooling in the back of their throat. their hearing fades in and out, as does their vision; the sight of the dark sky has frayed edges like a burnt photograph.
so this is it, they think to themselves.
muffled screams, the sound as if their head was underwater. the voice is one they recognize, a voice they’ve grown fond of.
he rushes over, dropping to his knees next to them. he had a feeling something would happen, but not even his gut instincts could prepare him for such a sight.
lucifer
- lucifer tries to keep calm, panic never helped a dying man. but there’s so much blood, is there a way to save them right now? his mind was racing a mile a minute, questions whirring past without answers.
- “lucifer,” MC coughs, blood dribbling from their lips, “there’s something i must tell you.”
- lucifer is quick to try and silence them,“MC you shouldn’t be wasting your breath-“
- “no, listen to me,” MC strains weakly, “lucifer i…i know you don’t wash your ass in the shower.”
- he’s taken aback by their comment. he almost doesn’t know what to say, they’re dying and now they’re talking about him washing his-
- “wha-“ he tries to speak, but they cut him off.
- “w-wash your ass, gross musty demon boy…”
- their pulse can no longer be found. and neither can lucifer’s dignity.
- when lucifer returns to the house of lamentation in a gloom and breaks the news to his brothers, all of them are devasted; completely broken.
- “lucifer, d-did they have any last words?” satan asks, trying to keep his voice steady.
- lucifer’s face darkens as he lowers his head, a red tint across his cheeks. he doesn’t dare answer.
- “lucifer? tell me what they said.” satan urges.
- “….”
- satan is beginning to lose his patience, gritting his teeth, “what did they say?!”
- there is no way lucifer can actually tell them, but he knows they won’t stop asking until he reveals the truth. he’s conflicted.
- meanwhile, MC watches from beyond stifling a laugh. will lucifer ever be able to pass on their last message? they may have to spend eternity watching to see.
mammon
**i sent this one to @obeythebutler already but i wanna use it again because i can’t stop laughing at it**
- his human? that's his human? bleeding out in the alleyway? it doesn't feel real, this can't be real.
- words are flying out of his mouth faster than he can comprehend them. chants of their name, pleas for them to stay alive, stutters of disbelief. he wonders if he'd be able to get them human medical services in time, there's no way he's letting them die here! they're not dying on his watch.
-mammon's state of denial as he cradles their head in his lap almost causes him to miss their quiet voice. he gasps, straining to hold back his sob as he looks down at them.
- "mammon...i have something to say, before i-"
- "no MC don't talk! you'll choke-- oh god, it's so big! h-how-"
- MC cuts his ramblings short by calling his name. he instantly stops, his lip quivering and tears running down his cheeks. they cough, splatters of blood landing on their chin. and then, they smile.
- "that's what she said."
- the color fades from their eyes. the smile slowly falls, the muscles in their body in full relaxation. they're gone.
- mammon can feel a laugh bubbling in his esophagus, but what comes out is a mix of a sob and chuckle. they're dead, but even when dying they were funny. how unfortunate.
- mammon goes back to the house of lamentation that night, absolutely heartbroken. the moment keeps replaying in his mind, and the more he remembers it, the harder he cries. but a wobbly smile somehow always makes it's way onto his face at the killer delivery.
- he explains to his brothers what happened, violent sobs racking his body. the brothers are speechless, each of them processing the news in different ways. lucifer, as much as he wants to scold mammon and hang him by his feet, he simply asks if they had any last words.
- "t-they said...that's what she said!" mammon wails.
- belphie, who was trying to muffle his cries, instantly starts snickering. goddamnit, MC, he thinks.
- they watch from beyond, laughing at belphie's conflicted state. at least they left them with a lasting memory of how goated they are.
levi
- the rare time levi leaves his room, just to have his vision filled with the sight of MC's bloody body. no amount of video games could prepare him for this.
- he's almost scared to touch them, like contact from him would make it worse. the tears fall from his eyes before he can attempt to stop them. he's frozen. what is he supposed to do? they're dying!
- his eyes spot the giant gash on their stomach, causing the color to drain from his already pale face. this is a lot more than what ruri-chan bandaids can fix.
- "levi..." they cough, springing levi from his thoughts.
- "y-yes MC! i'm right here, i-it's gonna be okay!"
"levi...find candice." they weakly say.
- "c-candice? who's candice?" he asks with a watery voice.
- levi doesn't leave his room hOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHO CANDICE IS??
- "f-find...candice." they repeat with a cough.
- "w-who's candice?!" he asks again, a bit frantic.
- "candice...weiner fit in your mouth." MC smiles, a chuckle taking up their last breath.
- levi sits there speechless, from both disbelief and disgust. he can't believe such a lame joke could be their last words, but at the same time he's ashamed he fell for it.
- his tears fall onto their cold skin like a light rain shower and his cheeks burn. how is he supposed to explain this to his brothers? it's both devastating and embarrassing!
- MC watches from beyond, a slight smirk sitting on their lips. they beat him at his own meme game. a victorious day indeed.
satan
- he's gonna rip them to shreds. whoever did this is not living to see another day. they did this to them...
- satan's wrath was boiling, rising to the surface. he holds MC in his arms, their cold body only making his heat to intense temperatures. he almost doesn't know what to say. there's nothing he could say to make this any better.
- he wracks his brain for any spells he remembers that can rapidly heal someone, but he struggles to remember the ingredients and incantations in his panicked state.
- "satan...it's okay." MC smiles weakly.
- "no! no, MC, this isn't okay at all!" he exclaims.
- he grits his teeth, trying to maintain his composure in front of them. his anger won't help right now, he knows this.
- "i'm gonna die. it's okay, satan."
- "how can you say that?" he practically whispers, a lump building in his throat.
- "listen please. i...need to say something." MC pleads with a cough.
- "stop...talking. please." satan screws his eyes shut, his cries being ignored.
- “i love you, satan. you...and you’re tiny peepee”
- his eyes fly open. they said what?
- they stop moving, their breath no longer able to be felt. satan feels so conflicted; on the one hand he feels completely devastated. on the other, he feels anger towards the demon who did this to them. and on the other other hand he feels offended that they called his dick small.
- the tears continue streaming down his face as he deadpans. that's not what you said last night, he thinks. he quickly shakes his head, no they just died! but my dick isn't small! goddamn you, MC.
- MC watches from beyond cackling. they can only imagine the thoughts going through satan's mind, they can practically hear them all.
asmo
- asmo has never run so fast. he was instantly by their side, shaky hands careful when touching them. his new nail polish color was eerily similar to the color of their blood.
- asmo had found himself rendered speechless around them a couple times, but none of those memories could compare to this one. he always said red was their color, but now he couldn't stand the sight of it.
- "oh MC! oh my god, what happened? w-what do i do?!" asmo's questions were rapid firing, before quickly coming to a halt.
- MC's quiet, straining voice reaches his ears, "a-asmo, unlock my D.D.D."
- asmo's eyes widen, his hands quickly reaching for their D.D.D, "oh yes! let's call lucifer, he can get human medical service-"
- when asmo unlocks the device, his frantic speech is cut off by the loud techno of a song. he freezes. what's going on? why is this song playing? and why can't he turn it off? THERE'S AN EMERGENCY WHAT'S GOING ON-
- "MC i-i can't turn off the-"
- "we're no strangers to loooove, you know the rules, and so do iii~" two voices sing from a small distance behind asmo.
- asmo's head darts to the opening of the alleyway expecting to see the owners of the voices. they sounded oddly familiar. he watches the shadows grow on the cobblestone, but before he can see anyone appear, he feels a weak hand on his cheek.
- he turns back to MC, the tears in his eyes making it very hard to see them. their voice fills his ears, but he doesn't really know how to feel about it.
- "never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, n-never gonna run around and...desert you..." they sing, their eyes slowly closing.
- their hand drops from his face, the cold feeling of their skin leaving his cheek. he sobs; he can't believe they're gone. in utter disbelief and immense grief, he hears the two voices from earlier grow closer. he turns his head towards them and his eyes widen at who it is.
- "never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna-- woah woah asmo what happened?" solomon asks, looking down at MC.
- "they're dead! and this stupid song hasn't stopped playing!" asmo wails, gesturing to the discarded D.D.D
- "oh my goodness, stay here asmo! we'll grab human medical services!" simeon exclaims before he and solomon run out of the alleyway.
- the song finally stops playing for some reason, leaving asmo to grieve in silence. his sobs fill the air as he pulls MC's lifeless body closer. he can't believe they're gone...at least the song stopped, though
- or so he thought. another song plays instead, the techno once again filling the air.
- "i just died in your arms tonight~"
- asmo starts wailing even louder
- meanwhile, from beyond MC struggles to hold in their laughter. they didn't necessarily mean for that song to play, but the irony was too rich.
beel
- no. no, not again. oh god, not again!
- those are the only thoughts running through beel's head when he finds them. his vision narrows and all he can see is MC and the blood pooling around them. please, not them! not another, he thinks.
- his hands immediately start applying pressure to the biggest gash on their body as he frantically asks them what happened. a conflict in his mind of wanting to hear their voice, but not wanting them to speak and instead save their breath. the questioned slipped out his mouth before he could finish processing it.
- "i-it was ligma, beel." they reply weakly.
- ligma? were they a new student at R.A.D? he's surely never heard of them. beel shakes his head, those thoughts don't matter right now.
- "d-don't speak anymore! save your breath MC!" beel frantically exclaims, seeing the blood continuing to spill through the cracks in his fingers.
- "it was ligma." they repeat, coughing up blood.
- "ligma?" he asks, assuming the name is important.
- "yeah, l-ligma...ligma balls." MC practically whispers, their last breath stolen with the wind.
- "MC? MC! no, please no!" beel cries.
- their last words struggle to process in his brain. ligma balls...whoever they are, they won't go unpunished.
- for the first time that beel can recall, he's not hungry; not in the slightest. the grief swimming in his stomach has consumed every square inch. ligma balls, you won't get away with this.
- from beyond, MC watches with a smile of amusement. they know beel would be a bit too dense for the joke, so they look forward to seeing what events will take place due to the mysterious ligma balls
belphie
- he must be dreaming. yes, that must be it. another nightmare, but this time about MC and not lilith. yes, it's all a nightmare.
- but if it's a nightmare, how come he can clearly feel the silkiness of their hair, and the blood coating his hands when he tries applying pressure to the large gash on their chest. no nightmare could feel this real, out of every one he's ever had, it's never been so surreal.
- the disbelief makes his mind spiral, blaming himself again for yet another death. if he would've went with them tonight then he could've protected them, and he wouldn't have to sit here with this annoying lump in his throat.
- only one thought in his mind remains a constant; vengeance.
- "w-who did this to you?" he asks shakily.
- "belphie it was-" they pause, coughing up blood, "it was joe."
- a name. belphie can feel his hands shaking, but he can't tell if it's from his anger or his panic.
- "WHO'S JOE? I'LL KILL THEM-" belphie grits his teeth, but they cut him off.
- "joe mama..." MC says, breathless.
- the rise and fall of their chest stops, water droplets mixing with the blood splattered on their face.
- belphie's shoulders shake, his sobs mixing with a silent laugh. what kind of person makes a joe mama joke while they're dying? MC, apparently. he can't tell if he's more impressed that they pulled off the joke or pissed that he fell for it.
- damn MC, what a chad. you'll be dearly missed.
- they watch from beyond with a smirk, they finally fuckin got him. if the circumstances were different, MC would be rubbing it in his face.
Hey! I recently came across your blog and I love your Obey me! HC so much☺️☺️ if its okay could I request the Obey me! Brothers + dateables reacting to MC hugging them, nuzzling closer and then saying “you smell like home”🥺🥺 thank you!!💕
The Demon Bros & Undatables: Reacting to MC calling them home :’)
Lucifer
• You’ve had a long day, and Lucifer is the only one who you know can cheer you up
• So you go to his office, walking in without knocking first, something you only did when you really needed him (which he knew)
• When he hears his door open he looks up with irritation, but then seeing it’s you he gets up and walks over to you with his arms open
• “MC, what’s wrong” his voice is soft and reaffirming, and you let yourself be wrapped in his arms
• You don’t answer at first, just listening to his heartbeat in his chest and enjoying the smell of his cologne
• “You smell like home” you whisper against his chest, and at that moment he swears he’s never felt love stronger than what he feels for you
• He does Not tear up. No sir not him!
• He tightens his arms around you a bit and kisses the top of your head, truly speechless at what to say
• “Then stay with me forever” he whispers, and you nod into his chest
Mammon
• He’s walking you back to your room in the HoL after the two of you got dinner together, and you’re chatting about the meal and how the waitress you had was really pretty
• You arrive at your door, and you turn towards Mammon and hug him tightly, your head resting against his shoulder
• “Mmm, you smell like home” you comment to yourself, realizing after a second that he definitely heard you
• Big blush boy wraps his arms around you tighter than he ever had before
• “Sheesh MC, you’re gonna make me blush” he jokes, but his heart felt like it could explode he was so happy
• You hug for longer than the two of you usually did and you both fell asleep thinking about each other :)
Leviathan
• You were laying in his bed, his arm around your shoulders as you leaned into him, watching the newest episode of an anime
• You zoned out during the commercial break, resting your head against his chest
• “You smell like home, Levi”
• If you think Mammon blushed, you have no idea how hard Levi blushed
• He didn’t know what to say, and you thought you could feel the heat from the blush on his face
• You looked up at him and sure enough, his face was redder than you’d ever seen it
• You kissed his cheek, figuring you might as well really make him blush ✨
• He honestly blacked out a little lol
Satan
• You were reading in the library with him, you head on his lap as the two of you read your respective books
• It was getting late, so you closed your book and turned towards him, snuggling in his lap and closing your eyes
• His hand fell against your head, and he played with your hair as he continued to read
• “Home..” you whispered, a small smile crossing your face
• “Hm?” he hinted for you to repeat yourself
• “You smell like home” you repeated, opening your eyes and looking up at him
• He tried not to blush, but you knew him well enough you could see though his facade
• He held your gaze for a moment before moving his hand down to cup your face, eyes saying more than his words ever could
Asmodeus
• You’re spending the night in his room after a self care night, currently choosing which movie to fall asleep to (or talk through the night to)
• You decide on a meodicre movie from the human world, so it wouldn’t keep your attention too seriously
• He opens his arms for you, and you snuggle against him
• “Asmodeus...” you start
• “Yes?” he looked to you smiled
• “You smell like home” you pressed a light kiss to his chest and laid your head back down
• He was silent for a moment, then speaking “I’m glad you feel safe here, in my arms, MC”
• You end up talking about your lives throughout the night (yk one of the chats you have with someone until like four am about anything and everything)
Beelzebub
• You’re leaning against his arm in the kitchen as he snakcs, rambling to him about how frustrating classes had been
• “Mmm, but you smell like home, so I feel way better now that I’m with you” you end your rant and wrap an arm around his, holding onto him tightly
• He’s so touched :’)
• He isn’t great with words, though, so he leans over and kisses the top of your head and offers to make you your favorite food from the human world (or have it delivered)
• You smile into him, “That’d be great, Beel. Thank you”
Belphegor
• You whisper it as you’re falling asleep with him after a long day of classes and errands for Lucifer
• “You smell like home...”
• Not much wakes him up when he’s about to fall asleep, but a confession like this does the trick
• He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder (or the back of your neck if you’re comfortable with that)
• “Thank you, MC” he whispers to you as you drift into a nap
Diavolo
• He’s working late into the night again, but he finished all his paperwork early so he can sit in bed with you as you sleep
• You scoot over and rest your head against the side of his thigh, not wanting to disturb his laptop but wanting to smell the comforting smell of your favorite demon
• “Dia...you smell like home” you whisper against him, and he almost thought he didn’t hear you right
• A human ?? Making his heart feel like this ??
• He hides his face in his hand for a moment before coming back to his senses
• “I’ll always be your home, MC. I promise” he said gently, moving a hand from his work to stroke your hair
Barbatos
• He’d had a longer day than usual with Diavolo, and you were practically asleep when he got into bed well past midnight
• “Mmm, welcome” you tease lightly, voice groggy
• “Go to sleep” he whispered, not wanting you to lose any more sleep than you already had
• You snuggled against his chest, appreciating his warmth, “You smell like home” you half consciously whispered
• ERROR: BARBATOS HAS STOPPED WORKING
• He holds you closer than he thought was demonly possible, whispering little words of affirmation to you as you fell asleep in his arms
Simeon
• You were walking around the park, holding hands and talking about your day
• The two of you passed a nice fountain, and decided to take a picture to remember your day together
• You moved closer to him, and suddenly your nose was filled with his scent
• “Simeon, you smell so good. Like, home” you commented, not expecting a blush to cross his face almost instantly
• “MC...” he was speechless, but just pulled you into a hug (and took a selfie of the two of you hugging, because he never wanted to forget this moment)
• “Thank you” he smiled the most genuine smile you’d ever seen, and you knew you wanted Simeon in your life forever
Solomon
• You’ve enlisted his help for cooking duty, and the two of you are working on your favorite dish from the human world
• He leans across you to grab a measuring cup, and you can’t help but notice how comforting and familiar he smells
• “Solomon, you smell like home” you turn and wrap your arms around him, inhaling deeply against him
• He !!
• “Awh, MC” he laughed lightly, “You should have told me sooner”, then setting down the measuring cup and wrapping his arms back around you
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A/N: I didn’t feel comfortable doing Luke w/this one just bc ,, he is a child and I would feel weird telling a child they smell like home yk ?? Anyways I ~loved~ this prompt hehe I hope you guys enjoy
acts like it isn’t a big deal and will get on with things like normal
but it actually is a big deal
in fact it’s the biggest deal he’s ever had to deal with
bc he never actually realised how much he relies on your hugs and kisses until you stop doing it
would probably go a week at most before he caves in bc how can you expect him to get through all that damn paperwork without you dropping in and giving him a smooch on the cheek
he’ll sit you down and talk through whatever he did to upset you, heck, maybe he’ll even apologise like man would get down on his knees just for you to touch him again
Mammon
“YA CAN’T TAKE THEM AWAY! YOUR KISSES AREN’T A PRIVILEGE, THEY’RE A RIGHT!”
he’s not wrong
it is his legal right for you to give him kisses and cuddles whenever he demands and if you don’t agree then you’re the most evil person I’ve ever come across
baby would be so sulky, like he’d sit cross-legged on the bed with his back to you and his arms crossed. he wouldn’t cry, but he would brood so heavily that it becomes more of a punishment for you than for him
man has puppy eyes and he knows how to use them
he’d promise to never sell your things again or never spend all his grimm or whatever he did to upset you, he promises not to do it again and will nag you to the end of the devildom for you to forgive him
and he also makes you promise to never do that again bc that shit really hurts
Leviathan
immediately locks himself up in his room and will not answer for anyone even if you get the password right
“of course you wouldn’t want to kiss a yucky otaku like me…” he mumbles and walks away from you
and this was all probably bc he watched the next episode of a show you watch together without you
I don’t wanna say he manipulates you, but he makes you feel really bad even if it was meant as a light-hearted joke
so you gotta ambush him when he finally leaves his room for food lmao give him all the smooches he deserves and let him know ur sorry for playing around like that
he’ll also apologise too, just make sure you’re not late next time or he’ll watch it without you again
Satan
no. 2 at acting like it’s not a big deal
but with satan he just knows you’re gonna come around eventually
don’t get him wrong he seriously does miss all the body contact - specifically hand holding - but this man ain’t weak and will tell you that you need to get over it to convince you to touch him again
obviously if he seriously upset you he will try and talk it out, but if not he’ll go to the garden and look for some cats to snuggle with instead
and then the day comes when you find him in the library reading and you sit on his lap, cuddling him. he is surprised bc damn that was quicker than he thought, but he hugs you back and gives you all the kissies in the world
he will never EVER let go of you after this, don’t even try and deprive him again
Asmodeus
pls this bby thinks you’re joking at first, or like this is a fun game you want to try so he’s down for it
but when he realises that you’re actually serious he is like “really? why tf would you be so mean to me?”
and he just… doesn’t care lmao. as if ur actually gonna get away with this haha stop it or you’ll give him wrinkles
he tries to be his cheery self until your done with your mood, but at night when he puts his arm around you in bed and you don’t snuggle into him… he will literally tear up
he doesn’t do it in a forceful way but he will still find ways to touch you throughout the day, like grabbing your hand when you’re not looking or running his fingers through your hair when you’re distracted and his heart melts at the moments when you don’t even realise so you can’t scold him
when you finally give him attention again he will be so happy, will literally squeeze you so hard you cant breathe
Beelzebub
first of all how dare you
secondly, it really must have been some mad shit for you to actually say no to him - like he ate your pudding or smth
we know how bad he gets when someone eats his food but none of that compares to you taking hugs and kisses away from him for doing the exact same thing
it’s just so cruel but at the same time he will just let you get on with it, of course he misses being all touchy with you but he loves and respects you so if you don’t wanna touch him that’s fine he says with a sad face
would definitely make it up to you tho - like he buys you any food you want, plans a fun date with you, helps you clean and rearrange your room whatever it is he is down
he doesn’t even realise that he’s being extra sweet to get those brownie points but hey at least his touch deprivation doesn’t last for more than a few hours
Belphegor
the last one who will act like it’s no biggie
y’all never acknowledge the softie that he really is but I do and I’m telling you he will cry in secret when you don’t cuddle him
it’s truly devastating - his entire day is ruined because you didn’t give him his morning kiss and so he is noticeably more cranky during the day
whether he apologises to get his privileges back or not depends - like if he understands he did wrong then he will muster the courage to apologise with a weak smile while grabbing your pinky and carrying his cow cushion in his arm, ready to just collapse and snuggle with you as soon as you forgive him
but if it was over something minor or petty then hell no there is no way he will apologise bc he knows you will come crawling back at some point. he’ll just sulk alone quietly until then
Hello! Can I request an MC who just pops out of nowhere? Like every time someone calls them, they're like "Hello!" and then startling the boys in the process. Thank you! Sorry if it's not too detailed enough.
MC Pops Out of Nowhere!
Lucifer
He's legit getting mini-heart attacks from your popping up from nowhere--
Where do you keep popping up from? He calls your name and you peek put from behind the skeleton and Lucifer's heartbeat increases.
Were they there the whole time?? Oh fuck they might know all the house hiding secrets---
One time Lucifer was drinking melancholy coffee and called for you but then you sneak out from under the table and now the vase nearby is on the floor --
His coffee almost soiled his trousers. Don't make Lucifer throw his coffee please.
In a hidden corner of the House of Lamentation, Lucifer is making a board, together with pinks and red lines to know exactly from where you pop out from. He's scared that if he'll call your name you'll jump from the walls--
Mammon
Are ya some kinda teleporting human or somethin'?! Always popping from nowhere.
Mammon feels that if he'll call your name in a crowd you'll appear from thin air. Or cling to his shoulders like a ghost and say 'hi!'
Legend says that all you need to do to scare Mammon is to call your name. And then a wild MC shows up out of nowhere and now Mammon is clinging to Lucifer and now there's a vase broken on the floor and it was Lucifer's favourite---
He could call your name while at R.A.D. and you'd pop out from a classroom. He'd mention you and you'd appear from the window. The day is not far when you spring from a table...
Leviathan
Levi called your name while gaming--with the door closed and no normies nearby, Levi could finally vent to Henry about you and the effect you had on him. After all, no normie ears should hear him..
But then you pop out from behind the shelf and Levi nearly falls out of his chair. Snek boi jumps three feet in the air before regaining his senses. Were you hiding in his room all along? Who let you in---
When this happens again and again, the demon is slowly getting convinced that you're some kind of teleporting being. That reminds him of an anime he watched last night, where the protagonist used to appear out of nowhere.
But that means he can see you whenever he wants!!
Satan
There was that little kitten, alone and scared. With a gentle hush, Satan picked up the feline and cradled it in his hand. With his free hand, he called for you. There's a stray kitten and--
But then you appear from behind an alleyway and greet him so loudly Satan's pretty sure his ears are still ringing. The kitten was safe, but the blonde demon nearly squawked.
Humans aren't supposed to be this... spontaneous...are they? Because Satan is slowly getting more and more surprised...
...Or maybe it's just a quirk of yours. Appearing like a cat out of nowhere. He finds it endearing.
Asmodeus
His brush was out of reach, and if Asmodeus would move it would certainly add another wrinkle to his clothes! Oh, MC, could you please be a dear and fetch that hairbrush~
That's what Asmodeus said, but he didn't expect you to actually pop out from supposedly thin air and hand him a brush! His lipstick is now on his cheek from the jerk his body gave--
Solomon is about to get a call real soon with a drunk Asmo on the other side in hysterics about how MC can teleport and appear.
Now you've gone and made him step on the book and that's Satan's treasured one and suddenly the room is getting warmer--
Beelzebub
He'd muttered your name one time while chewing on a burger. It tasted really good and Beel wanted to share it with you, but then you pop out of nowhere, and now his burger is crushed in two 😔
The demon doesn't understand how you manage to appear from nowhere, given that this ability of yours has his brothers scared.
One time he was lifting weights, and called from you from across the hall. But then you appear behind him and the demon drops the weights on his foot...
At least you helped him take care of his feet...
Belpheghor
Lure human upstairs. Make them free him. Kill them. Muahuahua.
That was the plan, until Belpheghor called your name, knowing you would be downstairs, and he blinks and you're standing in front of him.
Did...did they know teleportation magic so early? R.A.D. didn't teach that in the first year......
Although it sometimes makes his demon heart jump, it's more convenient for him! Belpheghor doesn't have to go look for you, all he needs to do is say your name and you'll pop out!
