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***It's almost nostalgic to go back to the original timeline again. The last time I wrote a fic concerning it was There and Back Again, the first Obey Me fic I ever wrote. I've always been curious about what happened to the original brothers/what they felt after MC never came back to them. Throw the commonly used headcanon of "The brothers can feel MC's pain through the pact" and well, this is that. I hope you enjoy it! This one is long and painful, so please remember to take care of yourself and practice self-care before, during, and after reading. Love you guys! Read safely***
SPOILERS FOR LESSON 16
Summary: As MC is sent to go back in time and find answers for Diavolo, the brothers are left to wait for their return. Time ticks by and the pact holders grow more anxious until things go dreadfully wrong.
CW: Heavy Angst, descriptions of pain, injuries, and suffocation/choking, character death, GRIEF, Scratching at arms (Mammon)
Mammon had nearly dug a hole in the ground with how much he was pacing.
His hands twitched by his sides, longing to do rip at his hair or at the very least do something. There was a constant, uneasy, buzzing that itched under his skin like a never-ending current of electricity was running through him and his hammering heart was the jacked-up battery it was powering.
A distant part of him could make out the sound of his brothers bickering to one another, complaining about their own stress relief habits and you, but his head was too muddled with worry to make it out.
You had been sent to the past, alone. He knew that you were strong and capable, but he also knew how reckless and downright stupid you could be at any given moment. You were always willing to take the risk and dive in without a second thought, so long as it was for the betterment of others. Mammon knew this better than anyone else, it's why he wanted, no, he needed to be there with you and watch your back.
Instead, here he was, grumbling to himself like a pathetic moron while you were off doing Diavolo knows what.
He groaned, glancing over at his brothers for a moment, taking note of how they were all staring at a blushing Levi with perplexed expressions when he felt it.
An invisible, constricting, force wrapped around his body with a frightening grip.
Mammon's breath hitched as the others froze. "Do... Do you guys feel that?" He winced as it grew tighter.
Asmo whined and nodded as he shivered and shook out his limbs. "Yeah, it's so not comfy. It feels all kinds of wrong."
All of them gasped as what felt like razor-sharp claws dug into their necks, and yet there wasn't a single mark or bruise on any of them.
"What," Levi wheezed as he scratched at his throat, trying to alleviate the force constricting around it. "What is going on?"
Satan hissed, feeling the claws sink deeper into his skin and slice at his nerves. "I-I don't know. But, ugh, but if it's affecting all of us, it has to be something we have in common. Think. Wh-What's something we all share?"
Mammon paled as it hit him. "Fuck. MC," the others turned to him, eyes wide as they all came to their own realizations. Mammon shook his head, taking steps back towards the manor as something wrapped tightly around his middle. "We all have a pact with MC. It's the-the pacts. This is happening to MC!"
Without another word, Mammon sprinted towards Barbato's room, his shoes slipping on the polished marbled floor as he turned corners.
He found himself tumbling to the ground, crying out as pain exploded in the centre of his spine. He trembled as he rose back to his feet, gritting his teeth and pushing himself to keep moving towards Barbatos, towards you, even as he felt his back snap in two.
He slammed the bedroom door open, the others following closely behind him as he glared at Barbatos, Lucifer and Diavolo. "Bring them back. Now."
The three demons blinked at the panting brothers in shock. "I'm sorry, that's not possible." Barbatos stated, eyeing them all with a critical gaze. "They have to complete their task-"
"It wasn't a fucking question!" Mammon shouted, baring his teeth at the butler as he switched into his demon form. "Bring them back, or I swear-"
"Mammon." Lucifer scolded as he stepped between Mammon and Barbatos. "Enough. Calm yourself. What in seven rings is wrong with you?"
Mammon never got to answer as the door slammed open once more, and a pale Beelzebub marched in. "We have to get MC! They're hurt!"
Diavolo tensed at the words as the severity of situation made itself known. "What do you mean? How do you know that?"
"We don't have time for questions," Satan spat as he came to stand beside Mammon. "Barbatos either let us go to them or bring them back. No-" he was cut off as his eyes bulged and he let out a strained noise.
Levi whimpered as his legs wobbled beneath him. "They can't breath," Leviathan choked as tears welled up in his eyes. "W-We can feel it in their pact. They- They're-"
"They're dying," Asmo gasped, a hand resting securely at the base of his neck. "Oh god, Lucifer please. Do something."
Mammon growled as he went to charge past his brother, "Fuck that, I'm doing something now."
Lucifer grunted as he caught his lunging brother, quickly transforming into his own demon form to counter his strength. "Mammon, nothing will be able to get down if you don't calm down and think clearly."
"Think clearly?!" He roared as he continued fighting against Lucifer. "How do you want me to think clearly when I can feel the only person that actually fucking cares about me being murdered and I can't do a single damn thing?! Let me go, Lucifer! I'm getting them back!"
Barbatos forced his expression to remain neutral as he stood in front of the stairway leading to your door. "We can't do that. It's bad enough that I sent MC back without any training or studying. If all of you went back, as emotionally riled up as you are, you would undoubtedly be seen by your other-selves and create a paradox."
Satan seethed as he glared at the butler, "Did you not hear the part where we said MC is dying?!"
Diavolo placed his hands out in a pacifying manner out towards everyone. "We need to calm down. We won't be any use to MC if we're all fighting like this."
Beelzebub let out an animalistic growl at the man as he shifted into his own demon form. "We're no use to them just standing around either! You have no idea what they're going through! They're-"
Beel didn't get to finish as all the pact holders in the room suddenly cried out, each one moving to grasp a different location on their body, a different mark that had previously been branded into their very souls. Each of them froze as they felt something break and whither inside of them.
No one moved. No one spoke. The five bonded demons waited to feel something. Even if it was the agonizing pain that had been burning through them moments ago, it was better than this emptiness.
But nothing came.
A shuttering gasp came from Asmodeus as a shaking hand covered his mouth. He silently shook his head while ugly, fat tears flowed over his cheeks, yet he made no movement to wipe them away. "No," he breathed. "No, no, no, no, no," a hand tangled carelessly in his locks. He found himself struggling to breathe as his eyes darted around the room looking for the non-existent trace of you.
Asmo giggled as you all but ran into his room and threw yourself onto his bed. "Why hello there to you too~" he teased as he took a seat beside your groaning body.
You pouted and turned your head to look up at the demon. "School is hard."
Asmodeus felt his heart warm, realizing that you had come to him for comfort in your time of need and placed your head into his lap while he ran his fingers through your hair. "I can't say I'd be too much help with academics. Usually, people go to Satan for these kinds of things."
You melted into his touch as he began to massage the top of your skull. "I don't want to study right now though. I'm too stressed. I just need to relax," you opened your eyes to give him a positively adorable puppy dog expression. "Can we please have a spa night? Just the two of us?"
Asmo laughed and leaned forward to rub his nose against yours in a butterfly kiss. "You don't have to beg, MC." He smiled lovingly at you as he pulled back and basked in the flustered expression on your face. "You know that I'm happy give you all of me if you just say the word~"
"Asmo!" You both burst into joyous laughter as you swatted him with a pillow. Asmodeus couldn't remember the last time his heart felt so full.
A sob slipped past his lips despite his best efforts as Asmodeus stumbled towards the closest wall.
Lucifer looked at his brothers's states in concerned panic. "What happened? What's wrong?" He tried to ask, but nobody was in any condition to answer.
Beelzebub roared and forced his way past a protesting Lucifer as he shoved Barbatos aside and ripped the door open, only to be faced with a solid wall. He broke the door off its hinges and threw it across the room, letting it smash in smithereens against the wall. "MC!" He screamed as he moved to the next door. "Open the door! Come back! Please! MC! Come back!"
Diavolo barely managed to duck out of the way as another door went soaring over his head. "Barbatos!" He shouted over to the fallen butler.
The teal-haired demon nodded and waved his hand. Magical chains rose up and wrapped themselves around the rampaging Avatar of Gluttony. Beel howled and thrashed against the chains, screaming and fighting as he blindly tried to get to you.
Beel stumbled into your doorway, his eyes frantically searching the darkness for you. He froze as he saw your still body laying in your bed.
He cautiously moved closer to you, eyes fixating on the consistent rise and fall of your chest. "MC?" he whispered.
You groaned and threw an arm over your forehead as you turned onto your back and glanced over at Beel. "Beel?" You yawned as you spoke. "Wh-What's going on? It's like," you peered over at your alarm clock and gaped as you saw the time. "Beel! It's 3 in the morning! Why are you waking me up?"
Even though you were yelling at him, Beel couldn't help but slump in relief at the sound of your voice. "I had a nightmare," he admitted. The annoyance instantly fell from your face as concern took its place. You sat up and patted the bed beside you for him to join you.
Beel wasted no time and took his place beside you, sighing in content as you snuggled into his side. He wrapped an arm around you held you close. "Normally they're about Lilith or Belphie, but this time it was you," he pressed his lips tightly together as his grip tightened on you. "Some of the students at RAD attacked you, and all I could do was watch. I wasn't able to move or reach you no matter how hard I tried. They...They killed you and there was nothing I could do about it."
You softly shushed him as you traced comforting circles into his hands. "It wasn't real, Beel," he looked down at you with wide eyes, adrenaline still coursing through him at the memory of the dream. You smiled softly at him and moved his hand to cup your cheek. "I'm okay. I'm safe. How could I not be? I have one of the best demons in all of the Devildom looking out for me."
Beel scooped you up in his arms and held you close as he buried his face in your neck. He felt your arms wrap securely around him as you mimicked the action. "I'm here, Beel," you whispered gently. "I'm right, here."
Beel bellowed as he curled into himself, eyes squeezing shut at the memory.
Barbatos grunted at the effort it was taking to both maintain your doorway and restrain Beelzebub. He flickered his eyes over to Diavolo. "What's happening? I can't maintain this for long."
Diavolo desperately looked around the room, trying to find answers. His eyes met Lucifer's and he frowned. "You know them best. What do you think happened?"
Lucifer looked over at the screaming form of one of his youngest brothers and felt the blood drain from his face. "MC..." His eyes snapped over to the others as the reality of the situation finally sunk in. "Oh my God."
Satan swallowed down the lump in his throat as he senses thundered around him. It was too much. He could still feel the phantom pain of someone strangling you and mutilating your body. His ears were ringing with the sound of Beel's cries and the his own pounding heart. His mouth opened and shut as his chest heaved and hands trembled by his side.
It was too much. Too new. Satan knew anger. He knew wrath, but this was more than that. This was his heart sinking into the cold murky depths of the deepest trench and being torn into shreds by predators. This was a child being abandoned in a dark forest with not even the sound of beasts to keep him company. This was standing hopeless across the street, unable to do anything as his home and everything he loved burned to the ground.
It was grief. Regret. Sadness. Despair. Loneliness. Heartbreak.
He clenched a hand onto his shirt as he found himself struggling to breathe.
Satan glared over at you as his door creaked open and you peeked your head in. Rather than flinching away, you simply smiled softly and entered, revealing the tea tray you were carrying.
Satan growled in warning as you set down the tray beside him and took a seat across from him. "I'm not in the mood, MC," he snapped.
You nodded and picked up one of the teacups as you leaned against the chair. "I know. You just got done yelling at Lucifer. I thought you might want some tea and company to calm down a little,"
His lip curled as he snarled at you. "What I want is to be alone. I'm angry. You shouldn't be here right now. Did you learn nothing from the time I threatened you?"
You shrugged and took a sip of your tea, saying nothing more, but not moving. Satan glared at you, the traces of his rage towards his brother still swirling in his veins.
As he watched you drink your tea without a trace of fear on your face, he slowly felt himself cool down. He let out a shuttered sigh as he picked up his own teacup and took a sip. It was only when he went to go put the cup down did he notice his hands were shaking and something wet was trickling down his face.
"It's not fair," he whispered. You remained quiet, looking at him with your full and undivided attention. "Lucifer thinks he knows everything and because of that h-he just bosses us around with no regard for what we actually want and it's infuriating! And then when I snap, when I give in to my sin and yell at him, it just makes things worst. He looks at me like he was expecting it to happen! Like this- this being of wrath is all I am!"
He looked up as he felt your hands cup his cheeks, he hadn't even noticed you had moved closer to him. Your sincere eyes glittered at him affectionately as you tenderly wiped the tears from his face. "You're not your anger, Satan, and you're not Lucifer."
Satan felt his lip tremble as he placed his hand over top of yours. "Then who am I?"
You smiled softly and kissed his forehead. "You're Satan. The smartest demon in all the Devildom. Lover of cats and books," he felt his breath catch in his throat as you grinned at him. "You're my friend and a loving brother. That's who you are. Don't let your anger or Lucifer or anyone else ever change that. You're more than just your sin."
Satan found himself instinctively running through the breathing exercises that you had taught him. He whimpered and grasped at the spot where his pact mark should have laid. He barely had any time being yours compared to his brothers. He couldn't have lost you.
He looked up at Lucifer and reached out for him.
Lucifer's eyes widened at the gesture, but without hesitation, he rushed over to Satan and took the blond into his arms. Satan fell into his chest and let himself mourn.
Leviathan wasn't doing much better. His mouth opened and closed with words that just wouldn't come out. He wanted to scream. He wanted to call for you. He wanted to plead to an unlistening father to give you back to him, but no words left his lips.
He could distantly feel one of his hands repeatedly tapping his red, frowning pin as he choked on the tears lodged in his throat.
He silently shook his head, internally praying that this wasn't real. That maybe this was a dream. Maybe this would be like in the anime when there was a plot twist that brought the main character back to their sidekick — that brought Henry back to the Lord of Shadows.
"You don't stand a chance, foul villain!" Levi smirked as he pointed his sword at the mannequin standing in the middle of his room. "Even if you've taken down my brothers and slain my serpent, you will not win today. For I have something they didn't!"
Levi stood in proudly and waited, but nothing happened. He frowned and glanced over his shoulder. "I-I said, for I have something they didn't!"
"Oh shit!" You suddenly jumped out of the bathtub, decked out in the matching Henry costume to the Lord of Shadows one that Levi was wearing and awkwardly waved your sword. "That's right, for he has me! Henry, conqueror of... of..." Your eyes flickered over to Levi before you let out a loud groan and slumped your shoulders. "I'm so sorry, Levi. I keep messing this up."
Levi sighed and dropped his stance as he stepped out of character. "This is the third time, MC," he flushed as he fiddled with the handle of his sword. "I know this kind of Otaku stuff isn't for everyone. If you're bored or not into it, you can always leave. I wouldn't blame you if you-"
"Levi, no, no, no, no!" You quickly blurted out as you took him by the shoulders. "I love spending time with you and getting to take part in your passions. It means that I get to learn more about you and share something that you love! I promise you, it's nothing like that. I'm just not used to this kind of stuff, you know?" You lifted up your sword and held the blade out to him. "Do you think the Lord of Shadows can be patient for his Henry and help them not look like a fool?"
Levi blushed as he clanged the side of his sword against yours and smiled. "I'll always wait for you. Promise."
Leviathan sobbed as he looked desperately over to Mammon. He knew that if anyone knew what he was experiencing, it was him. The two of them had always been the ones closest to you. You were theirs long before you were anyone else's.
Mammon just stood there. Unmoving and unreacting to anything around him.
"Good morning, oh Great Mammon. How blessed I, a mere human, am to be blessed by your presence."
"Sh-Shaddup!"
Mammon was barely breathing. His fingernails dug into the skin over his heart, leaving indents on newly cleared skin where your mark once lay.
"Okay, okay I give!" laughter so beautiful none of the songs of the heavens could ever begin to compete "You're the best! The Great Mammon! You're my favourite and my one and only protector!"
"Damn right, I am! And don't you forget it!
It was like a void had swallowed his soul and spirit and left only a shell of the fiery, infuriated demon that had stood there just minutes earlier when... when...
"I can't believe Lucifer tied you up again and then just went to bed!" He couldn't remember the last time he saw someone so angry in his defence. "Doesn't he know how dangerous it is to leave someone hanging upside down for so long?! Come on, let's get you down from there."
"Th-Thanks, human. I guess you ain't so bad."
He could feel something pushing against his chest, begging to be let out, but he was still too shocked to acknowledge it. Too in denial of the truth. The truth that you had... you were...
"Hey, I'm real grateful for you, you know?" A smile so bright and sincere, he swore he'd never need to see the sun again. "If it wasn't for you, I don't know where I'd be right now. You really are amazing, Mammon. Don't let your brothers or anyone else ever tell you otherwise."
"...You're just sayin' that."
"No, I mean it." Smooth hands that ignited fireworks under his skin in a way that he had never felt in his thousands of years as a demon. "You're kind. You're clever. You're so caring to those around you. You protect me and make sure that I'm safe." His heart had never skipped a beat like this before. "I'm so lucky to have you, Mammon."
"Mammon?" Levi barely managed to whisper as he lightly pulled on his older brother's jacket. He whined as Mammon didn't react, but continued staring into open space with dull, expressionless eyes. Things seemed to calm for a moment, as everyone finally noticed the vacant state of the second born. "M-Mammon?"
"Go back and undo it," Mammon croaked, his watery eyes were staring at Barbatos, but there was no sign that he was actually taking in anything around him. "Y-You can control time. You can go back, a-and we can grab them and stop them f-f-from whatever just happened and-" he stumbled over a choked sob as he finally looked, really looked, at the butler.
Barbatos couldn't help but gasp at the shattered expression before him.
"Please. I need them. Y-You have ta get them. Please. I-I have so much I never told them. You have to-"
"Mammon," Lucifer gently spoke. Mammon jolted back, bumping into Levi, as Lucifer placed a hand on his shoulder. The eldest brother frowned in concern. "If they're gone, you know there's nothing we can do. I'm sorry but, MC's gone. They're dead."
The little string of denial that was holding up the fragments of Mammon's heart together broke, and a wail of pure grief filled the air as Mammon collapsed to his knees.
Levi and Lucifer were by his side, holding their brother in an instant, Satan and tearful Asmodeus were quick to follow, and a newly freed Beelzebub hurried over the moment he was able.
As much as they teased and poked fun at Mammon for his obvious feelings for you, they couldn't deny that you and Mammon had a bond long before the rest of them did.
Mammon shuttered, his nails scratching down his arms as he screamed out all the agony that filled his very being. "I-I can't lose them!" He cried as Lucifer tightened his arms around him. "I need them! I love them! I-I love them and they're-"
Lucifer didn't say anything. There was nothing he could say that would provide even the slightest bit of comfort to his most treasured brother. He didn't have a pact with you like the rest of them. He had no idea what they had just went through. He never got to know you like they had and now, he realized, he never would.
Leviathan whimpered beside Mammon and curled himself against his side, embracing him as closely as he could. Mammon sobbed and latched onto him. "What do we do?" He asked no one in particular. "MC's g-gone. They're, they're d-dead," he choked on the words. "I don't know what to- What happens now?"
Tears flowed down Satan's cheeks as he gripped onto Asmo's hand and kept his other hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "I-I don't know. Everything's going to-to be different."
Beelzebub sniffled as he momentarily released one arm from its hold on a majority of his brother to wipe at his face. "We'll figure it out. We'll... We'll do what they w-would've wanted and figure it out t-together. No brooding alone, o-or hiding. W-We stay together."
Asmo nodded and pulled both Beel and Satan into a hug as he cried into Beel's shoulder.
The brothers weren't okay. They wouldn't be for a long time. You were dead, and your absence left a gaping hole that they weren't sure they could ever fill.
You had brought a sense of happiness, security, reassurance, friendship and, most of all, love into their lives that they had been starved of for so long. With you gone, they were forced to open up to one another and rely on their family.
In all the darkness that your death brought, it was a warm comfort knowing that your impact, your legacy, lingered with them in a way that they hoped would make you proud.
In the traces of the family that you had helped reforged, the brothers could smile and find peace knowing that even if their marks had long since faded, you were never truly gone.
***Please don't kill me. Also, please look after yourself, get some water, some comfy blankets, tissues needed, and make sure you're okay. Love you guys. I hope that despite all the angst, you enjoyed this fic. Thank you so much for all the love and support! -B***
***I have decided that I like these little short fics for in between my full length fics as they allow me to play with poetics. Sooooooo, I hope you all enjoy. -B***
Summary: You feel that you're ugly. Asmodeus believes that you are beautifully wrong. Ft. Chubby MC
CW: Body Insecurities/Dysmorphia, Intimate body descriptions/SFW body worship, and suggestive/sensual content(as per usual with Asmo)
It's half past midnight, and you came walking into Asmodeus's room. Normally he'd scold you for ruining his beauty sleep, but there was something in the way that you shifted nervously from foot to foot that kept his mouth shut.
"Asmo," his name so typically sweet from your lips now tainted with uncertainty. "How do you ... How do you do it?"
"Do what, love?" He asked as gently as he could.
His caution seemed to have been warranted as your bottom lip trembled as your fists clenched by your sides. "How do you love yourself?" Your breath caught as you weakly gestured to your body. "How ... How do you love me? This. All of this."
Asmodeus froze, his mind screeching to a halt.
To him the answer was simple and yet so deeply complex. How could he not love you?
Forget your stunningly brilliant personality, or the way your kindness changed the spirits of every single person you met.
You asked about your body. Your radiant, glorious body that even now was glowing in the dim candlelight of his room like the ethereal celestial deity that you were to him — regardless of the sweatpants that hid those tantalizing thighs and the stained, oversized shirt that gently caressed the peaks of each of your curves.
He was so distracted by the mere thought of you that words failed him, and in his silence you assumed the worst.
"I know, it's a strange question. And I swear, I promise Asmo, that I'm not fishing for compliments. But you and the boys are all so ... gorgeous! And you all somehow have abs and perfect teeth and perfect jaws to go with your perfect bodies and I just- I'm all rolls and stretch marks and lumps and it's disgusting!" Guilt swelled in his chest as tears glistened in your eyes like fireflies skimming the tops of lakes. "I don't understand why you'd choose me. S-Someone who's ugly a-a-and fat a-and-"
Those toxic words were suffocated under Asmo's pillow-soft kiss as he carefully took your face into his hands.
"None of that, dear." He whispered as his amber eyes searched deeply into your own for some semblance of an explanation for what could've brought this on. "Do not speak about yourself like that."
"But-"
He hushed you immediately with another paralyzing kiss as he gently set you on the edge of his bed. Your words were pulled from your tongue and stolen by his as he leaned away and left you breathless.
He tangled your fingers together and inspected each your hands as he tilted his head. "When I first laid eyes on you, I was instantly intrigued. You were frightened and new and so horribly confused, but you were also devastatingly beautiful."
You cocked an eyebrow as a frown dug at the corners of your lips. "You're just saying that. I'm fat-"
"You say that like that has to be a bad thing." He quickly counters with a peck to your knuckles. . "Yes, you have fat on your body." His expression softens as you wince at his words. "And I am so sorry your society has taught you that's a bad thing. Fat and Beautiful are not antonyms."
"I don't understand" you said, and how it hurt to see that you genuinely meant that.
"Allow me to put it this way," his fingers began to trace up your arm. "Humans have never once been able to agree on what they find, truly beautiful. Even today, in some cultures a full-bodied person is a symbol of a healthy, fortuitous person and is thus found deeply attractive. All throughout history, the image of the perfect body has changed more times than you can count on your lovely hands. So saying one body type is more attractive than the other is frankly ridiculous."
He pressed firm kisses up the length of your arm — as though murmuring his words against your skin could seal them there forever. "Putting all your worth into what a single indecisive society run by humans of all species thinks is a terrible waste of time and horrible for your skin," he couldn't help but smirk as a small laugh escaped your lips. The laughter quickly ceased as he took your chin into his grasp. "But it's clear that poisonous teaching has already gotten to you and that you truly believe what they have taught you. The issue isn't just their words anymore," he leaned forward and pecked the top of your head. "It's what's in here. Though it will take time to completely undo all you've been taught, let tonight be the first step towards proving that you are beautifully wrong about yourself."
And he did exactly that. He spent the next few hours spilling words of poetry about the body that he oh-so-loved to worship.
He painted the rolls and curves of your body as the very hills that compose of the natural wonder that you are. The acne you had, and the scars that remained, were your stars and he would spend the evening turning them into constellations if you would give him the chance.
You said that you're ugly, and the ravine-like marks that snake down ever-so-soft curves were terrible and he genuinely didn't understand how you could say such things about something that looks so fucking delicious. Each line was a teasing path that his tongue begged to trace, and if that was something you would never allow he would simply help you find love for the lightning bolts on your thighs, that you so disdainfully called thunder, through his words.
His thumb stroked the delicate curve of your jaw and neck as he thanked it for being the perfect accent to your gorgeous face and rounded cheeks.
With every word he planted a carefully placed kiss in hopes that a garden of love would grow just as strongly and beautifully as you.
And most importantly, he thanked each and every part of you for composing the timeless masterpiece that was his partner, and he prayed to whoever was listening that he could spend the rest of his days studying your artistry and committing every detail of you to memory.
***This is the closest thing to smut I have ever written, why does Asmo always bring this out? I so sincerely hope you guys enjoyed it and are liking these little snippet fics. Thanks for the love and support! -B***
***We're baaaack! So excited to be working on this series again! I hope you're all as happy about this as I am, even though I know it has been so so long since we last look into the lives of Harper and MC. But I suddenly got inspired to revisit them because this series really is one of my favourite things I've written on this account and it would be a shame to leave it unfinished and honestly, I need to get back to writing more. So let's go! -B***
Summary: MC wasn’t pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won’t stop gawking at her.
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You didn't know how you continued to get yourself into these situations, but fuck your luck had to improve at some point, right?
Evidently, that day was not today as you now stood in the entrance way of the Prince of Hell's castle. The Prince was the entire reason why you were trapped here with a bunch of unnecessarily prying, stubborn demons and not in your lovely apartment where you and your precious sister were actually safe.
At the very least, perhaps this would give you the chance to have a few choice words with his royal highness yourself.
You smile slyly at the thought as you take a bouncing Harper's hand into your own, earning a side glance from Lucifer.
The morningstar moves subtly closer to you. "I want you on your best behavior," he murmurs as he looms next you and reaches out to open the next set of doors. "I'm watching you."
Even as you roll your eyes, your stomach tightens around itself.
Entering the castle, you are surrounded by lavish walls, paintings taller than your entire body, gold and marble engulfing every inch of surface that you can lay your eyes on, and lush red velvet curtains adding emphasis to every arched window.
Yet despite all it's beauty, there's a cold heavy aura that fogs up the air around you buries itself in your lungs.
It's power. Pure, immeasurable power, built on the foundation of eons of loneliness and damnation. You tighten your grip on Harper, unsure of what you'll find around this corner or the next.
"MC! HARPER!"
You can't help but shriek at the sudden shout of your name before a white blur rushes up to you and clings onto you. You quickly push it off and blink as you see exactly who your attacker is. "Luke?"
The small angel beams and opens his mouth, but is suddenly yanked back by a scowling Mammon. "Hey! What's the big idea runnin' up and huggin' MC like that? Ya tryin' to scare 'em to death?"
Luke growls and squirms in Mammon's hold. "Lemme go! I was just saying hi!"
Levi huffs and rolls his eyes from his place in the back of the group. "Ugh! This is why I hate normies."
You narrow your eyes at the sudden reminder of Levi's presence before placing a hand on top of Mammon's arm, making eye contact with him as Luke continued to thrash. "It's fine Mammon. I don't mind."
He strangely gets tense at the casual, yet affirming. His eyes firmly fixed on the still hand, waiting for ... something. But when it stays there, and doesn't move, his cheeks warm and he roughly sets Luke down before looking away. "Whatever."
Luke takes a split second to glare at Leviathan and Mammon, inching closer to you. "I'm so happy you're okay," he huffs as he brings his attention back to you. "Everyone was talking about what happened at the competition," his eyes glisten as his bottom lip wobbles slightly. "I wasn't there to protect you and you got hurt! I'm supposed to keep you safe, but I-" he wipes furiously at this eyes as he struggles to take in a deep breath. "I won't leave your side again! I'll be the best guardian angel ever!"
"I'm sorry, guardian angel?" Satan, who has been nothing but silent toward you since the competition, finally speaks up. "What all this about?"
Mammon nods firmly. "Yeah! Since the fu-" he glances at Harper, "fiddle sticks when do you need some one else as a protector for ya? Ya know it was Satan and I that looked out for ya when Levi went psycho!"
Leviathan winces.
Luke steps forward before you can even get the chance to speak. "And a great job you all did! I heard they were bed ridden for days!"
"Hardly even a day," you mutter, but it doesn't go as ignored as you would hope as you hear Satan scoff from behind you.
"Only because you refused to actually listen to the advice of those you demanded to protect you and then continuously throw yourself into danger."
The words hit directly to your pride as you feel your haunches rise. "What are you even on about-"
Satan raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "Oh don't act so ignorant-"
"MY FRIENDS!" You flinch as a loud, bellowing voice calls out. At the top of the stairs, ever cloaked in crimson, stands Lord Diavolo with his butler, Barbatos. You feel Harper cling tighter to you, and you wrap your own arm around her in response.
The Prince beams a slightly tense smile as he comes down the staircase. "No need for raised voices. We're here for celebration and relaxation, are we not?"
You bite your tongue, eyes not once leaving Diavolo as he and his butler join everyone at the main level. Lucifer bows his head. "I apologize for my brothers and the humans," you bite your tongue harder at his words.
Simeon finally enters the room with Solomon behind him and moves closer to Luke and places a hand on the top of his head, giving Diavolo a smile. "You know how protective young angels can be," curiously enough, you catch his sapphire eyes glancing knowingly at Lucifer before returning to the Prince. "I assure you we are working on it." Luke pouts as Simeon ruffles his hair.
Diavolo laughs so loudly the painting shake slightly. "Indeed I do," he beams before clapping his hands. "Let us leave this meaningless arguing behind us! Now that we're all here, perhaps we should go ahead and explain how this retreat is going to work."
The butler steps forward, his hands perfectly positioned behind him. "Certainly, My Lord." his teal eyes scan over the group before him. "The aim of this retreat is for demons, angels, and humans to intermingle so that each may gain a better understanding of the other."
Mammon scoffs and nudges you as looks over at you and Harper. "Well we're stayin' the night, I say the best way to intermingle is by havin' a pillow fight."
Harper gasps sharply, her eyes positively glowing at the idea. "A pillow fight?! Can we?!"
You sigh, giving Mammon a displeased look and lightly shake your head at your sister. "We'll have to see. Let's see what Mr. Barbatos has to say."
"As I was saying," Barbatos continues coolly. "I'll begin by explaining what we have planned for each day of the retreat," he gestures to a hall to the right. "After you've taken your belongings up to your rooms, we'll begin with a tour of the Demon Lord's castle, where you'll have a chance to learn about Devildom history. We'll be serving Devildom cuisine for dinner tonight, and I've take the liberty of volunteering to prepare tonight's meal myself."
You tilt your head at the statement as you assess the butler. Did he want a gold star for that? Wasn't it literally his job as a butler? Lucifer's heavy nearby presence and Beelzebub's praise for the offer was enough to make you keep your thoughts to yourself. Though you glance down as Harper tugs at your sleeve. "Are we gonna have to eat bat eyes or something?" She asks, looking a little green.
You snort and pull her closer to you. "Nah. But maybe you'll have to eat ghost tear soup." You chuckle quietly as Harper makes gagging noises at the thought.
"Tomorrow we'll be having a scavenger hunt," Barbatos continues. "Each day, we plan to have a representative from one of the three worlds prepare a meal for us."
You blink at the statement. Great. So now the 'relaxing' retreat now consisted of you needing to break into groups and most likely get lost in this absolutely haunted castle, and then be forced took enough food to feed thirteen people with one of those people being the literal embodiment of greed. Fucking amazing.
And yet Barbatos continues with that eerie smile on his face. "So tomorrow, Luke will be making food from the Celestial Realm. I'm sure it will be quite a treat."
Harper gasps and looked over to her best friend. "You're cooking tomorrow?! Oh I can't wait to try your cooking! I bet it will be so yummy!"
Luke was positively glowing under the praise. "Of course it will be! The celestial realm has only the best food and I've been practicing really hard!"
Simeon chuckles. "You should see the amount of test baked goods we have at Purgatory Hall. There's hardly any room left in the fridge."
The room silenced as a loud growling noise rang out from Beel. He simply hummed as he held a hand over his stomach. "I will gladly help you out with that problem."
Simeon nods to the demon. "Sure. There's far more than the three of us will be able to eat, and it'd be a shame to put it to waste," his blue eyes glance back over to Luke. "Now remember Luke. You're making dinner. This means you have to make more than just sweets, understand?"
Luke's cheeks burn bright red as he pout. "Awwwww, okay."
"Incidentally," Barbatos's voice regathered everyone's attention, "there will also be a dance following dinner tomorrow."
Okay, someone really has to get better at passing memos because what the absolute fuck? These are the kind of things that would be nice to know in advance. You certainly didn't pack anything dance appropriate, and you didn't have anything packed like that for Harper either. Not to mention being in a loud overcrowded room with a bunch of demons sounded like a literal nightmare.
But you could hardly maintain your anger as Harper squeals. "A dance?! Like a ball! MC, we're gonna go to a ball like Cinderella!"
You forced a smile on your face for her. "We sure are kiddo. And by the sounds of things we're probably gonna be cooking up a storm the next day too."
Barbatos nods at you, a sheen of something that you couldn't quite put your finger on in his eye. "Very astute, MC. As our human representative, you will be in charge of cooking on our third day," he tilts his head as he looks at you. "Though you sound surprised. I did send notice regarding our plans."
Lucifer sighs. "Mammon, I believe I told you to let MC know about this?"
You slowly turn your head to look at Mammon, the sole reason for your current suffering, as he scratches the back of his neck, face bright red. "H-Huh? Wait a minute, didn't I um mention that? N-No? Well THAT'S weird, ahahahahaha," he laughs awkwardly.
You groan and face palm, wincing as it aggravates your still sensitive head. "It's fine, I guess. You were distracted. I'll figure it out."
He at the very least has the sense to look at least slightly guilty.
Barbatos clears his throat. "Well then. Why don't we move on to room assignments."
Right. To put icing on this already peachy cake, you were going to have to share a room and actually sleep around some of these people. You sigh and nod in acceptance. "Right," you look over to Mammon and Satan. "Harper and I share a room with you two? Maybe Luke too, since I imagine it's gonna be pretty hard to separate the two of them."
Satan purses his lips like he's about to say something in response to that when Barbatos speaks up once more. "Actually MC, your room assignments have already been arranged. I'm afraid this not a situation where you get to choose your roommates."
Your breathing paused, grip tightening on Harper as you stare at the demon butler. "What?"
He just continues to stare at you with that stupid smile that you now very much wanted to wipe off his face. "Yes. Lord Diavolo will be staying with Lucifer,"
"Doesn't he have his own bedroom here?"
"You have your own bedroom here," you and Lucifer speak in sync, sharing matching frowns. "Why share a room with me?" Lucifer continues with exhaustion tinging his voice.
Pure glee fills the Demon Lord's expression as he smirks at Lucifer. "Why do you think? Because this is a retreat of course!"
You roll your eyes as Lucifer grumbles, at least taking mild pleasure in the ass hats annoyance, and instinctively making eye contact with Satan to get his reaction as well, before looking away.
"Then Solomon, Satan, and Mammon will be sharing a room." you feel Mammon stiffen behind you, immediately getting defensive and see Satan's own expression sour. It's not ideal, but you could make it work. You and Harper would probably be paired with the angels so it's-
"Simeon, Asmodeus, and MC will be paired," Your heart dropped and your eyes immediately widened.
"Wait," you breathed.
"Meaning that Beelzebub, Leviathan, Luke, and Harper will be the final group."
"Hold on a second!" You bite out, gripping tightly onto Harper as you glare at the sly, arrogant looking butler who still continues to smile at you like he was anticipating your every reaction. It made goosebumps raise on your neck as you snarl. "That's not happening,"
"MC," Lucifer began testingly.
"NO!" You shout pointing defensively at Lucifer. "Don't. That is not happening. Harper stays with me. That's the deal."
Diavolo hums as he observes you. "This is part of the exchange program, MC. We are simply trying to get everyone to get to know each other a little better. Fear not. Your little sister will be safe with her dear friend, Luke, and-"
"And those two-" You gesture to Beel and Levi in disbelief. "One who has not stopped staring at her since we arrived and the other who literally knocked me unconscious just last week!" They both let out noises of protest but you refuse to give it any consideration. "Nope. Not happening. Try again."
Mammon nodded in agreement and stepped forward. "Y-Yeah! I should swap rooms with Asmodeus!"
Satan let out an aggravated sigh and shook his head. "No, you moron. You should swap rooms with Levi and stay with Harper. I should swap rooms with Asmo."
Mammon gawks at the blond. "I- You- Why do you get to- I mean I'm the-"
Demons. For Christ's sake. You run your hand through you hair as you glare at them. "You're both wrong. You should both switch with Levi and Me so that I'm with Harper," your hardened stare turns back to Diavolo. "And if you had any idea of what the hell has been happening in that house since we arrived, you would know this and let this be the arrangements!"
Barbatos's expression darkened as he stepped forward. "Please mind your tone around my lord," his voice resonates in a way that leave you with no choice but to snap your mouth shut. "I am afraid you have no say in this. The room assignments were carefully selected with everyone's best interest in mind, including yours and young Harper's."
You grit your teeth, ready to fight on this, when Harper taps your arm. "It's okay, MC," she smiles up at you. "Luke is your guardian angel, remember? He's like super good at protecting," Hardly comforting considering even Simeon said that Luke was not supposed to be a guardian angel yet. "And, Leviathan can't be a meanie anymore, remember?" Like you could forget. The stupid pact mark itched like a rash every night.
Besides, this all still left one demon in that room who was unaccounted for.
You glare over at Beelzebub, only to find him already staring at the two of you because of fucking course he was. He swallowed thickly and gave what was probably his best attempt at a comforting smile. "I promise Harper will be okay."
Yeah. Like you could trust that.
"She better be," you spat, and whipped your head around to look at Leviathan. "Leviathan-" you begin calling on the newest power within you.
"There you go again," you hear Satan mumble behind you, and immediately whirl around to face him.
"What?! There I go what?!"
"ENOUGH!" The floor shook under Lucifer's voice as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "How long do you all plan on goofing around? What's decided is decided. Time to take your belongings up to your rooms."
You bare your blunt teeth at the demon, but he is entirely unphased. "Not until-"
"Not until nothing," he bites back, narrowing his eyes at you, and in that second you feel a wave of infernal energy, far stronger than the presences of Mammon and Satan that you've become accustomed to, bare down at you as if trying to make you kneel beneath it. You felt your legs wobble against it, your heart pounding inside your ears. "Lord Diavolo has spoken. As a student of the exchange program you will listen. Luke will be with Harper. Now go."
If there was one thing you hated more than anything it was being told what to do. It always sounded far too much like the powdered wig judges and suit wearing care workers who always said that they were doing what was best for both of you, even if it never was.
You hated even more that, much like then, you didn't have a case in this situation.
"MC," your eyes snap over to see Simeon smiling gently at you. "Would you like to walk Luke and Harper to their rooms with me? Then we can unpack together."
A tightness began forming in your throat, and you could feel your hands trembling, even as they continue to hold onto Harper. Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod stiffly, and allow the angel to lead the two of you out of the room.
You weren't sure you were going to survive this weekend.
***And that is our first dive back into Sister's Keeper! Thank you all so very much for your patience with this. I know it has literally been over a year, and so much has happened, so I really appreciate the support and love that I still get from you guy. You're all truly the best. I'll see you in the next part! Love yas! -B***
***We're baaaack! So excited to be working on this series again! I hope you're all as happy about this as I am, even though I know it has been so so long since we last look into the lives of Harper and MC. But I suddenly got inspired to revisit them because this series really is one of my favourite things I've written on this account and it would be a shame to leave it unfinished and honestly, I need to get back to writing more. So let's go! -B***
Summary: MC wasn’t pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won’t stop gawking at her.
Previous Part, Series Masterlist
You didn't know how you continued to get yourself into these situations, but fuck your luck had to improve at some point, right?
Evidently, that day was not today as you now stood in the entrance way of the Prince of Hell's castle. The Prince was the entire reason why you were trapped here with a bunch of unnecessarily prying, stubborn demons and not in your lovely apartment where you and your precious sister were actually safe.
At the very least, perhaps this would give you the chance to have a few choice words with his royal highness yourself.
You smile slyly at the thought as you take a bouncing Harper's hand into your own, earning a side glance from Lucifer.
The morningstar moves subtly closer to you. "I want you on your best behavior," he murmurs as he looms next you and reaches out to open the next set of doors. "I'm watching you."
Even as you roll your eyes, your stomach tightens around itself.
Entering the castle, you are surrounded by lavish walls, paintings taller than your entire body, gold and marble engulfing every inch of surface that you can lay your eyes on, and lush red velvet curtains adding emphasis to every arched window.
Yet despite all it's beauty, there's a cold heavy aura that fogs up the air around you buries itself in your lungs.
It's power. Pure, immeasurable power, built on the foundation of eons of loneliness and damnation. You tighten your grip on Harper, unsure of what you'll find around this corner or the next.
"MC! HARPER!"
You can't help but shriek at the sudden shout of your name before a white blur rushes up to you and clings onto you. You quickly push it off and blink as you see exactly who your attacker is. "Luke?"
The small angel beams and opens his mouth, but is suddenly yanked back by a scowling Mammon. "Hey! What's the big idea runnin' up and huggin' MC like that? Ya tryin' to scare 'em to death?"
Luke growls and squirms in Mammon's hold. "Lemme go! I was just saying hi!"
Levi huffs and rolls his eyes from his place in the back of the group. "Ugh! This is why I hate normies."
You narrow your eyes at the sudden reminder of Levi's presence before placing a hand on top of Mammon's arm, making eye contact with him as Luke continued to thrash. "It's fine Mammon. I don't mind."
He strangely gets tense at the casual, yet affirming. His eyes firmly fixed on the still hand, waiting for ... something. But when it stays there, and doesn't move, his cheeks warm and he roughly sets Luke down before looking away. "Whatever."
Luke takes a split second to glare at Leviathan and Mammon, inching closer to you. "I'm so happy you're okay," he huffs as he brings his attention back to you. "Everyone was talking about what happened at the competition," his eyes glisten as his bottom lip wobbles slightly. "I wasn't there to protect you and you got hurt! I'm supposed to keep you safe, but I-" he wipes furiously at this eyes as he struggles to take in a deep breath. "I won't leave your side again! I'll be the best guardian angel ever!"
"I'm sorry, guardian angel?" Satan, who has been nothing but silent toward you since the competition, finally speaks up. "What all this about?"
Mammon nods firmly. "Yeah! Since the fu-" he glances at Harper, "fiddle sticks when do you need some one else as a protector for ya? Ya know it was Satan and I that looked out for ya when Levi went psycho!"
Leviathan winces.
Luke steps forward before you can even get the chance to speak. "And a great job you all did! I heard they were bed ridden for days!"
"Hardly even a day," you mutter, but it doesn't go as ignored as you would hope as you hear Satan scoff from behind you.
"Only because you refused to actually listen to the advice of those you demanded to protect you and then continuously throw yourself into danger."
The words hit directly to your pride as you feel your haunches rise. "What are you even on about-"
Satan raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "Oh don't act so ignorant-"
"MY FRIENDS!" You flinch as a loud, bellowing voice calls out. At the top of the stairs, ever cloaked in crimson, stands Lord Diavolo with his butler, Barbatos. You feel Harper cling tighter to you, and you wrap your own arm around her in response.
The Prince beams a slightly tense smile as he comes down the staircase. "No need for raised voices. We're here for celebration and relaxation, are we not?"
You bite your tongue, eyes not once leaving Diavolo as he and his butler join everyone at the main level. Lucifer bows his head. "I apologize for my brothers and the humans," you bite your tongue harder at his words.
Simeon finally enters the room with Solomon behind him and moves closer to Luke and places a hand on the top of his head, giving Diavolo a smile. "You know how protective young angels can be," curiously enough, you catch his sapphire eyes glancing knowingly at Lucifer before returning to the Prince. "I assure you we are working on it." Luke pouts as Simeon ruffles his hair.
Diavolo laughs so loudly the painting shake slightly. "Indeed I do," he beams before clapping his hands. "Let us leave this meaningless arguing behind us! Now that we're all here, perhaps we should go ahead and explain how this retreat is going to work."
The butler steps forward, his hands perfectly positioned behind him. "Certainly, My Lord." his teal eyes scan over the group before him. "The aim of this retreat is for demons, angels, and humans to intermingle so that each may gain a better understanding of the other."
Mammon scoffs and nudges you as looks over at you and Harper. "Well we're stayin' the night, I say the best way to intermingle is by havin' a pillow fight."
Harper gasps sharply, her eyes positively glowing at the idea. "A pillow fight?! Can we?!"
You sigh, giving Mammon a displeased look and lightly shake your head at your sister. "We'll have to see. Let's see what Mr. Barbatos has to say."
"As I was saying," Barbatos continues coolly. "I'll begin by explaining what we have planned for each day of the retreat," he gestures to a hall to the right. "After you've taken your belongings up to your rooms, we'll begin with a tour of the Demon Lord's castle, where you'll have a chance to learn about Devildom history. We'll be serving Devildom cuisine for dinner tonight, and I've take the liberty of volunteering to prepare tonight's meal myself."
You tilt your head at the statement as you assess the butler. Did he want a gold star for that? Wasn't it literally his job as a butler? Lucifer's heavy nearby presence and Beelzebub's praise for the offer was enough to make you keep your thoughts to yourself. Though you glance down as Harper tugs at your sleeve. "Are we gonna have to eat bat eyes or something?" She asks, looking a little green.
You snort and pull her closer to you. "Nah. But maybe you'll have to eat ghost tear soup." You chuckle quietly as Harper makes gagging noises at the thought.
"Tomorrow we'll be having a scavenger hunt," Barbatos continues. "Each day, we plan to have a representative from one of the three worlds prepare a meal for us."
You blink at the statement. Great. So now the 'relaxing' retreat now consisted of you needing to break into groups and most likely get lost in this absolutely haunted castle, and then be forced took enough food to feed thirteen people with one of those people being the literal embodiment of greed. Fucking amazing.
And yet Barbatos continues with that eerie smile on his face. "So tomorrow, Luke will be making food from the Celestial Realm. I'm sure it will be quite a treat."
Harper gasps and looked over to her best friend. "You're cooking tomorrow?! Oh I can't wait to try your cooking! I bet it will be so yummy!"
Luke was positively glowing under the praise. "Of course it will be! The celestial realm has only the best food and I've been practicing really hard!"
Simeon chuckles. "You should see the amount of test baked goods we have at Purgatory Hall. There's hardly any room left in the fridge."
The room silenced as a loud growling noise rang out from Beel. He simply hummed as he held a hand over his stomach. "I will gladly help you out with that problem."
Simeon nods to the demon. "Sure. There's far more than the three of us will be able to eat, and it'd be a shame to put it to waste," his blue eyes glance back over to Luke. "Now remember Luke. You're making dinner. This means you have to make more than just sweets, understand?"
Luke's cheeks burn bright red as he pout. "Awwwww, okay."
"Incidentally," Barbatos's voice regathered everyone's attention, "there will also be a dance following dinner tomorrow."
Okay, someone really has to get better at passing memos because what the absolute fuck? These are the kind of things that would be nice to know in advance. You certainly didn't pack anything dance appropriate, and you didn't have anything packed like that for Harper either. Not to mention being in a loud overcrowded room with a bunch of demons sounded like a literal nightmare.
But you could hardly maintain your anger as Harper squeals. "A dance?! Like a ball! MC, we're gonna go to a ball like Cinderella!"
You forced a smile on your face for her. "We sure are kiddo. And by the sounds of things we're probably gonna be cooking up a storm the next day too."
Barbatos nods at you, a sheen of something that you couldn't quite put your finger on in his eye. "Very astute, MC. As our human representative, you will be in charge of cooking on our third day," he tilts his head as he looks at you. "Though you sound surprised. I did send notice regarding our plans."
Lucifer sighs. "Mammon, I believe I told you to let MC know about this?"
You slowly turn your head to look at Mammon, the sole reason for your current suffering, as he scratches the back of his neck, face bright red. "H-Huh? Wait a minute, didn't I um mention that? N-No? Well THAT'S weird, ahahahahaha," he laughs awkwardly.
You groan and face palm, wincing as it aggravates your still sensitive head. "It's fine, I guess. You were distracted. I'll figure it out."
He at the very least has the sense to look at least slightly guilty.
Barbatos clears his throat. "Well then. Why don't we move on to room assignments."
Right. To put icing on this already peachy cake, you were going to have to share a room and actually sleep around some of these people. You sigh and nod in acceptance. "Right," you look over to Mammon and Satan. "Harper and I share a room with you two? Maybe Luke too, since I imagine it's gonna be pretty hard to separate the two of them."
Satan purses his lips like he's about to say something in response to that when Barbatos speaks up once more. "Actually MC, your room assignments have already been arranged. I'm afraid this not a situation where you get to choose your roommates."
Your breathing paused, grip tightening on Harper as you stare at the demon butler. "What?"
He just continues to stare at you with that stupid smile that you now very much wanted to wipe off his face. "Yes. Lord Diavolo will be staying with Lucifer,"
"Doesn't he have his own bedroom here?"
"You have your own bedroom here," you and Lucifer speak in sync, sharing matching frowns. "Why share a room with me?" Lucifer continues with exhaustion tinging his voice.
Pure glee fills the Demon Lord's expression as he smirks at Lucifer. "Why do you think? Because this is a retreat of course!"
You roll your eyes as Lucifer grumbles, at least taking mild pleasure in the ass hats annoyance, and instinctively making eye contact with Satan to get his reaction as well, before looking away.
"Then Solomon, Satan, and Mammon will be sharing a room." you feel Mammon stiffen behind you, immediately getting defensive and see Satan's own expression sour. It's not ideal, but you could make it work. You and Harper would probably be paired with the angels so it's-
"Simeon, Asmodeus, and MC will be paired," Your heart dropped and your eyes immediately widened.
"Wait," you breathed.
"Meaning that Beelzebub, Leviathan, Luke, and Harper will be the final group."
"Hold on a second!" You bite out, gripping tightly onto Harper as you glare at the sly, arrogant looking butler who still continues to smile at you like he was anticipating your every reaction. It made goosebumps raise on your neck as you snarl. "That's not happening,"
"MC," Lucifer began testingly.
"NO!" You shout pointing defensively at Lucifer. "Don't. That is not happening. Harper stays with me. That's the deal."
Diavolo hums as he observes you. "This is part of the exchange program, MC. We are simply trying to get everyone to get to know each other a little better. Fear not. Your little sister will be safe with her dear friend, Luke, and-"
"And those two-" You gesture to Beel and Levi in disbelief. "One who has not stopped staring at her since we arrived and the other who literally knocked me unconscious just last week!" They both let out noises of protest but you refuse to give it any consideration. "Nope. Not happening. Try again."
Mammon nodded in agreement and stepped forward. "Y-Yeah! I should swap rooms with Asmodeus!"
Satan let out an aggravated sigh and shook his head. "No, you moron. You should swap rooms with Levi and stay with Harper. I should swap rooms with Asmo."
Mammon gawks at the blond. "I- You- Why do you get to- I mean I'm the-"
Demons. For Christ's sake. You run your hand through you hair as you glare at them. "You're both wrong. You should both switch with Levi and Me so that I'm with Harper," your hardened stare turns back to Diavolo. "And if you had any idea of what the hell has been happening in that house since we arrived, you would know this and let this be the arrangements!"
Barbatos's expression darkened as he stepped forward. "Please mind your tone around my lord," his voice resonates in a way that leave you with no choice but to snap your mouth shut. "I am afraid you have no say in this. The room assignments were carefully selected with everyone's best interest in mind, including yours and young Harper's."
You grit your teeth, ready to fight on this, when Harper taps your arm. "It's okay, MC," she smiles up at you. "Luke is your guardian angel, remember? He's like super good at protecting," Hardly comforting considering even Simeon said that Luke was not supposed to be a guardian angel yet. "And, Leviathan can't be a meanie anymore, remember?" Like you could forget. The stupid pact mark itched like a rash every night.
Besides, this all still left one demon in that room who was unaccounted for.
You glare over at Beelzebub, only to find him already staring at the two of you because of fucking course he was. He swallowed thickly and gave what was probably his best attempt at a comforting smile. "I promise Harper will be okay."
Yeah. Like you could trust that.
"She better be," you spat, and whipped your head around to look at Leviathan. "Leviathan-" you begin calling on the newest power within you.
"There you go again," you hear Satan mumble behind you, and immediately whirl around to face him.
"What?! There I go what?!"
"ENOUGH!" The floor shook under Lucifer's voice as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "How long do you all plan on goofing around? What's decided is decided. Time to take your belongings up to your rooms."
You bare your blunt teeth at the demon, but he is entirely unphased. "Not until-"
"Not until nothing," he bites back, narrowing his eyes at you, and in that second you feel a wave of infernal energy, far stronger than the presences of Mammon and Satan that you've become accustomed to, bare down at you as if trying to make you kneel beneath it. You felt your legs wobble against it, your heart pounding inside your ears. "Lord Diavolo has spoken. As a student of the exchange program you will listen. Luke will be with Harper. Now go."
If there was one thing you hated more than anything it was being told what to do. It always sounded far too much like the powdered wig judges and suit wearing care workers who always said that they were doing what was best for both of you, even if it never was.
You hated even more that, much like then, you didn't have a case in this situation.
"MC," your eyes snap over to see Simeon smiling gently at you. "Would you like to walk Luke and Harper to their rooms with me? Then we can unpack together."
A tightness began forming in your throat, and you could feel your hands trembling, even as they continue to hold onto Harper. Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod stiffly, and allow the angel to lead the two of you out of the room.
You weren't sure you were going to survive this weekend.
***And that is our first dive back into Sister's Keeper! Thank you all so very much for your patience with this. I know it has literally been over a year, and so much has happened, so I really appreciate the support and love that I still get from you guy. You're all truly the best. I'll see you in the next part! Love yas! -B***
***We're baaaack! So excited to be working on this series again! I hope you're all as happy about this as I am, even though I know it has been so so long since we last look into the lives of Harper and MC. But I suddenly got inspired to revisit them because this series really is one of my favourite things I've written on this account and it would be a shame to leave it unfinished and honestly, I need to get back to writing more. So let's go! -B***
Summary: MC wasn’t pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won’t stop gawking at her.
Previous Part, Series Masterlist
You didn't know how you continued to get yourself into these situations, but fuck your luck had to improve at some point, right?
Evidently, that day was not today as you now stood in the entrance way of the Prince of Hell's castle. The Prince was the entire reason why you were trapped here with a bunch of unnecessarily prying, stubborn demons and not in your lovely apartment where you and your precious sister were actually safe.
At the very least, perhaps this would give you the chance to have a few choice words with his royal highness yourself.
You smile slyly at the thought as you take a bouncing Harper's hand into your own, earning a side glance from Lucifer.
The morningstar moves subtly closer to you. "I want you on your best behavior," he murmurs as he looms next you and reaches out to open the next set of doors. "I'm watching you."
Even as you roll your eyes, your stomach tightens around itself.
Entering the castle, you are surrounded by lavish walls, paintings taller than your entire body, gold and marble engulfing every inch of surface that you can lay your eyes on, and lush red velvet curtains adding emphasis to every arched window.
Yet despite all it's beauty, there's a cold heavy aura that fogs up the air around you buries itself in your lungs.
It's power. Pure, immeasurable power, built on the foundation of eons of loneliness and damnation. You tighten your grip on Harper, unsure of what you'll find around this corner or the next.
"MC! HARPER!"
You can't help but shriek at the sudden shout of your name before a white blur rushes up to you and clings onto you. You quickly push it off and blink as you see exactly who your attacker is. "Luke?"
The small angel beams and opens his mouth, but is suddenly yanked back by a scowling Mammon. "Hey! What's the big idea runnin' up and huggin' MC like that? Ya tryin' to scare 'em to death?"
Luke growls and squirms in Mammon's hold. "Lemme go! I was just saying hi!"
Levi huffs and rolls his eyes from his place in the back of the group. "Ugh! This is why I hate normies."
You narrow your eyes at the sudden reminder of Levi's presence before placing a hand on top of Mammon's arm, making eye contact with him as Luke continued to thrash. "It's fine Mammon. I don't mind."
He strangely gets tense at the casual, yet affirming. His eyes firmly fixed on the still hand, waiting for ... something. But when it stays there, and doesn't move, his cheeks warm and he roughly sets Luke down before looking away. "Whatever."
Luke takes a split second to glare at Leviathan and Mammon, inching closer to you. "I'm so happy you're okay," he huffs as he brings his attention back to you. "Everyone was talking about what happened at the competition," his eyes glisten as his bottom lip wobbles slightly. "I wasn't there to protect you and you got hurt! I'm supposed to keep you safe, but I-" he wipes furiously at this eyes as he struggles to take in a deep breath. "I won't leave your side again! I'll be the best guardian angel ever!"
"I'm sorry, guardian angel?" Satan, who has been nothing but silent toward you since the competition, finally speaks up. "What all this about?"
Mammon nods firmly. "Yeah! Since the fu-" he glances at Harper, "fiddle sticks when do you need some one else as a protector for ya? Ya know it was Satan and I that looked out for ya when Levi went psycho!"
Leviathan winces.
Luke steps forward before you can even get the chance to speak. "And a great job you all did! I heard they were bed ridden for days!"
"MY FRIENDS!" You flinch as a loud, bellowing voice calls out. At the top of the stairs, ever cloaked in crimson, stands Lord Diavolo with his butler, Barbatos. You feel Harper cling tighter to you, and you wrap your own arm around her in response.
"Hardly even a day," you mutter, but it doesn't go as ignored as you would hope as you hear Satan scoff from behind you.
"Only because you refused to actually listen to the advice of those you demanded to protect you and then continuously throw yourself into danger."
The words hit directly to your pride as you feel your haunches rise. "What are you even on about-"
Satan raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "Oh don't act so ignorant-"
The Prince beams a slightly tense smile as he comes down the staircase. "No need for raised voices. We're here for celebration and relaxation, are we not?"
You bite your tongue, eyes not once leaving Diavolo as he and his butler join everyone at the main level. Lucifer bows his head. "I apologize for my brothers and the humans," you bite your tongue harder at his words.
Simeon finally enters the room with Solomon behind him and moves closer to Luke and places a hand on the top of his head, giving Diavolo a smile. "You know how protective young angels can be," curiously enough, you catch his sapphire eyes glancing knowingly at Lucifer before returning to the Prince. "I assure you we are working on it." Luke pouts as Simeon ruffles his hair.
Diavolo laughs so loudly the painting shake slightly. "Indeed I do," he beams before clapping his hands. "Let us leave this meaningless arguing behind us! Now that we're all here, perhaps we should go ahead and explain how this retreat is going to work."
The butler steps forward, his hands perfectly positioned behind him. "Certainly, My Lord." his teal eyes scan over the group before him. "The aim of this retreat is for demons, angels, and humans to intermingle so that each may gain a better understanding of the other."
Mammon scoffs and nudges you as looks over at you and Harper. "Well we're stayin' the night, I say the best way to intermingle is by havin' a pillow fight."
Harper gasps sharply, her eyes positively glowing at the idea. "A pillow fight?! Can we?!"
You sigh, giving Mammon a displeased look and lightly shake your head at your sister. "We'll have to see. Let's see what Mr. Barbatos has to say."
"As I was saying," Barbatos continues coolly. "I'll begin by explaining what we have planned for each day of the retreat," he gestures to a hall to the right. "After you've taken your belongings up to your rooms, we'll begin with a tour of the Demon Lord's castle, where you'll have a chance to learn about Devildom history. We'll be serving Devildom cuisine for dinner tonight, and I've take the liberty of volunteering to prepare tonight's meal myself."
You tilt your head at the statement as you assess the butler. Did he want a gold star for that? Wasn't it literally his job as a butler? Lucifer's heavy nearby presence and Beelzebub's praise for the offer was enough to make you keep your thoughts to yourself. Though you glance down as Harper tugs at your sleeve. "Are we gonna have to eat bat eyes or something?" She asks, looking a little green.
You snort and pull her closer to you. "Nah. But maybe you'll have to eat ghost tear soup." You chuckle quietly as Harper makes gagging noises at the thought.
"Tomorrow we'll be having a scavenger hunt," Barbatos continues. "Each day, we plan to have a representative from one of the three worlds prepare a meal for us."
You blink at the statement. Great. So now the 'relaxing' retreat now consisted of you needing to break into groups and most likely get lost in this absolutely haunted castle, and then be forced took enough food to feed thirteen people with one of those people being the literal embodiment of greed. Fucking amazing.
And yet Barbatos continues with that eerie smile on his face. "So tomorrow, Luke will be making food from the Celestial Realm. I'm sure it will be quite a treat."
Harper gasps and looked over to her best friend. "You're cooking tomorrow?! Oh I can't wait to try your cooking! I bet it will be so yummy!"
Luke was positively glowing under the praise. "Of course it will be! The celestial realm has only the best food and I've been practicing really hard!"
Simeon chuckles. "You should see the amount of test baked goods we have at Purgatory Hall. There's hardly any room left in the fridge."
The room silenced as a loud growling noise rang out from Beel. He simply hummed as he held a hand over his stomach. "I will gladly help you out with that problem."
Simeon nods to the demon. "Sure. There's far more than the three of us will be able to eat, and it'd be a shame to put it to waste," his blue eyes glance back over to Luke. "Now remember Luke. You're making dinner. This means you have to make more than just sweets, understand?"
Luke's cheeks burn bright red as he pout. "Awwwww, okay."
"Incidentally," Barbatos's voice regathered everyone's attention, "there will also be a dance following dinner tomorrow."
Okay, someone really has to get better at passing memos because what the absolute fuck? These are the kind of things that would be nice to know in advance. You certainly didn't pack anything dance appropriate, and you didn't have anything packed like that for Harper either. Not to mention being in a loud overcrowded room with a bunch of demons sounded like a literal nightmare.
But you could hardly maintain your anger as Harper squeals. "A dance?! Like a ball! MC, we're gonna go to a ball like Cinderella!"
You forced a smile on your face for her. "We sure are kiddo. And by the sounds of things we're probably gonna be cooking up a storm the next day too."
Barbatos nods at you, a sheen of something that you couldn't quite put your finger on in his eye. "Very astute, MC. As our human representative, you will be in charge of cooking on our third day," he tilts his head as he looks at you. "Though you sound surprised. I did send notice regarding our plans."
Lucifer sighs. "Mammon, I believe I told you to let MC know about this?"
You slowly turn your head to look at Mammon, the sole reason for your current suffering, as he scratches the back of his neck, face bright red. "H-Huh? Wait a minute, didn't I um mention that? N-No? Well THAT'S weird, ahahahahaha," he laughs awkwardly.
You groan and face palm, wincing as it aggravates your still sensitive head. "It's fine, I guess. You were distracted. I'll figure it out."
He at the very least has the sense to look at least slightly guilty.
Barbatos clears his throat. "Well then. Why don't we move on to room assignments."
Your breathing paused, grip tightening on Harper as you stare at the demon butler. "What?"
Right. To put icing on this already peachy cake, you were going to have to share a room and actually sleep around some of these people. You sigh and nod in acceptance. "Right," you look over to Mammon and Satan. "Harper and I share a room with you two? Maybe Luke too, since I imagine it's gonna be pretty hard to separate the two of them."
Satan purses his lips like he's about to say something in response to that when Barbatos speaks up once more. "Actually MC, your room assignments have already been arranged. I'm afraid this not a situation where you get to choose your roommates."
He just continues to stare at you with that stupid smile that you now very much wanted to wipe off his face. "Yes. Lord Diavolo will be staying with Lucifer,"
Pure glee fills the Demon Lord's expression as he smirks at Lucifer. "Why do you think? Because this is a retreat of course!"
"Doesn't he have his own bedroom here?"
"You have your own bedroom here," you and Lucifer speak in sync, sharing matching frowns. "Why share a room with me?" Lucifer continues with exhaustion tinging his voice.
You roll your eyes as Lucifer grumbles, at least taking mild pleasure in the ass hats annoyance, and instinctively making eye contact with Satan to get his reaction as well, before looking away.
"Then Solomon, Satan, and Mammon will be sharing a room." you feel Mammon stiffen behind you, immediately getting defensive and see Satan's own expression sour. It's not ideal, but you could make it work. You and Harper would probably be paired with the angels so it's-
"Simeon, Asmodeus, and MC will be paired," Your heart dropped and your eyes immediately widened.
"Wait," you breathed.
"Meaning that Beelzebub, Leviathan, Luke, and Harper will be the final group."
"Hold on a second!" You bite out, gripping tightly onto Harper as you glare at the sly, arrogant looking butler who still continues to smile at you like he was anticipating your every reaction. It made goosebumps raise on your neck as you snarl. "That's not happening,"
"MC," Lucifer began testingly.
"NO!" You shout pointing defensively at Lucifer. "Don't. That is not happening. Harper stays with me. That's the deal."
Diavolo hums as he observes you. "This is part of the exchange program, MC. We are simply trying to get everyone to get to know each other a little better. Fear not. Your little sister will be safe with her dear friend, Luke, and-"
"And those two-" You gesture to Beel and Levi in disbelief. "One who has not stopped staring at her since we arrived and the other who literally knocked me unconscious just last week!" They both let out noises of protest but you refuse to give it any consideration. "Nope. Not happening. Try again."
Mammon nodded in agreement and stepped forward. "Y-Yeah! I should swap rooms with Asmodeus!"
Satan let out an aggravated sigh and shook his head. "No, you moron. You should swap rooms with Levi and stay with Harper. I should swap rooms with Asmo."
Mammon gawks at the blond. "I- You- Why do you get to- I mean I'm the-"
Demons. For Christ's sake. You run your hand through you hair as you glare at them. "You're both wrong. You should both switch with Levi and Me so that I'm with Harper," your hardened stare turns back to Diavolo. "And if you had any idea of what the hell has been happening in that house since we arrived, you would know this and let this be the arrangements!"
Barbatos's expression darkened as he stepped forward. "Please mind your tone around my lord," his voice resonates in a way that leave you with no choice but to snap your mouth shut. "I am afraid you have no say in this. The room assignments were carefully selected with everyone's best interest in mind, including yours and young Harper's."
You grit your teeth, ready to fight on this, when Harper taps your arm. "It's okay, MC," she smiles up at you. "Luke is your guardian angel, remember? He's like super good at protecting," Hardly comforting considering even Simeon said that Luke was not supposed to be a guardian angel yet. "And, Leviathan can't be a meanie anymore, remember?" Like you could forget. The stupid pact mark itched like a rash every night.
Besides, this all still left one demon in that room who was unaccounted for.
You glare over at Beelzebub, only to find him already staring at the two of you because of fucking course he was. He swallowed thickly and gave what was probably his best attempt at a comforting smile. "I promise Harper will be okay."
Yeah. Like you could trust that.
"She better be," you spat, and whipped your head around to look at Leviathan. "Leviathan-" you begin calling on the newest power within you.
"There you go again," you hear Satan mumble behind you, and immediately whirl around to face him.
"What?! There I go what?!"
"ENOUGH!" The floor shook under Lucifer's voice as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "How long do you all plan on goofing around? What's decided is decided. Time to take your belongings up to your rooms."
You bare your blunt teeth at the demon, but he is entirely unphased. "Not until-"
"Not until nothing," he bites back, narrowing his eyes at you, and in that second you feel a wave of infernal energy, far stronger than the presences of Mammon and Satan that you've become accustomed to, bare down at you as if trying to make you kneel beneath it. You felt your legs wobble against it, your heart pounding inside your ears. "Lord Diavolo has spoken. As a student of the exchange program you will listen. Luke will be with Harper. Now go."
If there was one thing you hated more than anything it was being told what to do. It always sounded far too much like the powdered wig judges and suit wearing care workers who always said that they were doing what was best for both of you, even if it never was.
You hated even more that, much like then, you didn't have a case in this situation.
"MC," your eyes snap over to see Simeon smiling gently at you. "Would you like to walk Luke and Harper to their rooms with me? Then we can unpack together."
A tightness began forming in your throat, and you could feel your hands trembling, even as they continue to hold onto Harper. Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod stiffly, and allow the angel to lead the two of you out of the room.
You weren't sure you were going to survive this weekend.
***And that is our first dive back into Sister's Keeper! Thank you all so very much for your patience with this. I know it has literally been over a year, and so much has happened, so I really appreciate the support and love that I still get from you guy. You're all truly the best. I'll see you in the next part! Love yas! -B***
***We're baaaack! So excited to be working on this series again! I hope you're all as happy about this as I am, even though I know it has been so so long since we last look into the lives of Harper and MC. But I suddenly got inspired to revisit them because this series really is one of my favourite things I've written on this account and it would be a shame to leave it unfinished and honestly, I need to get back to writing more. So let's go! -B***
Summary: MC wasn’t pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won’t stop gawking at her.
Previous Part, Series Masterlist
You didn't know how you continued to get yourself into these situations, but fuck your luck had to improve at some point, right?
Evidently, that day was not today as you now stood in the entrance way of the Prince of Hell's castle. The Prince was the entire reason why you were trapped here with a bunch of unnecessarily prying, stubborn demons and not in your lovely apartment where you and your precious sister were actually safe.
At the very least, perhaps this would give you the chance to have a few choice words with his royal highness yourself.
You smile slyly at the thought as you take a bouncing Harper's hand into your own, earning a side glance from Lucifer.
The morningstar moves subtly closer to you. "I want you on your best behavior," he murmurs as he looms next you and reaches out to open the next set of doors. "I'm watching you."
Even as you roll your eyes, your stomach tightens around itself.
Entering the castle, you are surrounded by lavish walls, paintings taller than your entire body, gold and marble engulfing every inch of surface that you can lay your eyes on, and lush red velvet curtains adding emphasis to every arched window.
Yet despite all it's beauty, there's a cold heavy aura that fogs up the air around you buries itself in your lungs.
It's power. Pure, immeasurable power, built on the foundation of eons of loneliness and damnation. You tighten your grip on Harper, unsure of what you'll find around this corner or the next.
"MC! HARPER!"
You can't help but shriek at the sudden shout of your name before a white blur rushes up to you and clings onto you. You quickly push it off and blink as you see exactly who your attacker is. "Luke?"
The small angel beams and opens his mouth, but is suddenly yanked back by a scowling Mammon. "Hey! What's the big idea runnin' up and huggin' MC like that? Ya tryin' to scare 'em to death?"
Luke growls and squirms in Mammon's hold. "Lemme go! I was just saying hi!"
Levi huffs and rolls his eyes from his place in the back of the group. "Ugh! This is why I hate normies."
You narrow your eyes at the sudden reminder of Levi's presence before placing a hand on top of Mammon's arm, making eye contact with him as Luke continued to thrash. "It's fine Mammon. I don't mind."
He strangely gets tense at the casual, yet affirming touch. His eyes firmly fixed on the still hand, waiting for ... something. But when it stays there, and doesn't move, his cheeks warm and he roughly sets Luke down before looking away. "Whatever."
Luke takes a split second to glare at Leviathan and Mammon, inching closer to you. "I'm so happy you're okay," he huffs as he brings his attention back to you. "Everyone was talking about what happened at the competition," his eyes glisten as his bottom lip wobbles slightly. "I wasn't there to protect you and you got hurt! I'm supposed to keep you safe, but I-" he wipes furiously at this eyes as he struggles to take in a deep breath. "I won't leave your side again! I'll be the best guardian angel ever!"
"I'm sorry, guardian angel?" Satan, who has been nothing but silent toward you since the competition, finally speaks up. "What all this about?"
Mammon nods firmly. "Yeah! Since the fu-" he glances at Harper, "fiddle sticks when do you need some one else as a protector for ya? Ya know it was Satan and I that looked out for ya when Levi went psycho!"
Leviathan winces.
Luke steps forward before you can even get the chance to speak. "And a great job you all did! I heard they were bed ridden for days!"
"Hardly even a day," you mutter, but it doesn't go as ignored as you would hope as you hear Satan scoff from behind you.
"Only because you refused to actually listen to the advice of those you demanded to protect you and then continuously throw yourself into danger."
The words hit directly to your pride as you feel your haunches rise. "What are you even on about-"
Satan raises an unimpressed eyebrow. "Oh don't act so ignorant-"
"MY FRIENDS!" You flinch as a loud, bellowing voice calls out. At the top of the stairs, ever cloaked in crimson, stands Lord Diavolo with his butler, Barbatos. You feel Harper cling tighter to you, and you wrap your own arm around her in response.
The Prince beams a slightly tense smile as he comes down the staircase. "No need for raised voices. We're here for celebration and relaxation, are we not?"
You bite your tongue, eyes not once leaving Diavolo as he and his butler join everyone at the main level. Lucifer bows his head. "I apologize for my brothers and the humans," you bite your tongue harder at his words.
Simeon finally enters the room with Solomon behind him and moves closer to Luke and places a hand on the top of his head, giving Diavolo a smile. "You know how protective young angels can be," curiously enough, you catch his sapphire eyes glancing knowingly at Lucifer before returning to the Prince. "I assure you we are working on it." Luke pouts as Simeon ruffles his hair.
Diavolo laughs so loudly the painting shake slightly. "Indeed I do," he beams before clapping his hands. "Let us leave this meaningless arguing behind us! Now that we're all here, perhaps we should go ahead and explain how this retreat is going to work."
The butler steps forward, his hands perfectly positioned behind him. "Certainly, My Lord." his teal eyes scan over the group before him. "The aim of this retreat is for demons, angels, and humans to intermingle so that each may gain a better understanding of the other."
Mammon scoffs and nudges you as he looks over at you and Harper. "Well we're stayin' the night, I say the best way to intermingle is by havin' a pillow fight."
Harper gasps sharply, her eyes positively glowing at the idea. "A pillow fight?! Can we?!"
You sigh, giving Mammon a displeased look and lightly shake your head at your sister. "We'll have to see. Let's see what Mr. Barbatos has to say."
"As I was saying," Barbatos continues coolly. "I'll begin by explaining what we have planned for each day of the retreat," he gestures to a hall to the right. "After you've taken your belongings up to your rooms, we'll begin with a tour of the Demon Lord's castle, where you'll have a chance to learn about Devildom history. We'll be serving Devildom cuisine for dinner tonight, and I've take the liberty of volunteering to prepare tonight's meal myself."
You tilt your head at the statement as you assess the butler. Did he want a gold star for that? Wasn't it literally his job as a butler? Lucifer's heavy nearby presence and Beelzebub's praise for the offer was enough to make you keep your thoughts to yourself. Though you glance down as Harper tugs at your sleeve. "Are we gonna have to eat bat eyes or something?" She asks, looking a little green.
You snort and pull her closer to you. "Nah. But maybe you'll have to eat ghost tear soup." You chuckle quietly as Harper makes gagging noises at the thought.
"Tomorrow we'll be having a scavenger hunt," Barbatos continues. "Each day, we plan to have a representative from one of the three worlds prepare a meal for us."
You blink at the statement. Great. So now the 'relaxing' retreat now consisted of you needing to break into groups and most likely get lost in this absolutely haunted castle, and then be forced cook enough food to feed thirteen people with one of those people being the literal embodiment of greed. Fucking amazing.
And yet Barbatos continues with that eerie smile on his face. "So tomorrow, Luke will be making food from the Celestial Realm. I'm sure it will be quite a treat."
Harper gasps and looked over to her best friend. "You're cooking tomorrow?! Oh I can't wait to try your cooking! I bet it will be so yummy!"
Luke was positively glowing under the praise. "Of course it will be! The celestial realm has only the best food and I've been practicing really hard!"
Simeon chuckles. "You should see the amount of test baked goods we have at Purgatory Hall. There's hardly any room left in the fridge."
The room silenced as a loud growling noise rang out from Beel. He simply hummed as he held a hand over his stomach. "I will gladly help you out with that problem."
Simeon nods to the demon. "Sure. There's far more than the three of us will be able to eat, and it'd be a shame to put it to waste," his blue eyes glance back over to Luke. "Now remember Luke. You're making dinner. This means you have to make more than just sweets, understand?"
Luke's cheeks burn bright red as he pout. "Awwwww, okay."
"Incidentally," Barbatos's voice regathered everyone's attention, "there will also be a dance following dinner tomorrow."
Okay, someone really has to get better at passing memos because what the absolute fuck? These are the kind of things that would be nice to know in advance. You certainly didn't pack anything dance appropriate, and you didn't have anything packed like that for Harper either. Not to mention being in a loud overcrowded room with a bunch of demons sounded like a literal nightmare.
But you could hardly maintain your anger as Harper squeals. "A dance?! Like a ball! MC, we're gonna go to a ball like Cinderella!"
You forced a smile on your face for her. "We sure are kiddo. And by the sounds of things we're probably gonna be cooking up a storm the next day too."
Barbatos nods at you, a sheen of something that you couldn't quite put your finger on in his eye. "Very astute, MC. As our human representative, you will be in charge of cooking on our third day," he tilts his head as he looks at you. "Though you sound surprised. I did send notice regarding our plans."
Lucifer sighs. "Mammon, I believe I told you to let MC know about this?"
You slowly turn your head to look at Mammon, the sole reason for your current suffering, as he scratches the back of his neck, face bright red. "H-Huh? Wait a minute, didn't I um mention that? N-No? Well THAT'S weird, ahahahahaha," he laughs awkwardly.
You groan and face palm, wincing as it aggravates your still sensitive head. "It's fine, I guess. You were distracted. I'll figure it out."
He at the very least has the sense to look at least slightly guilty.
Barbatos clears his throat. "Well then. Why don't we move on to room assignments."
Right. To put icing on this already peachy cake, you were going to have to share a room and actually sleep around some of these people. You sigh and nod in acceptance. "Right," you look over to Mammon and Satan. "Harper and I share a room with you two? Maybe Luke too, since I imagine it's gonna be pretty hard to separate the two of them."
Satan purses his lips like he's about to say something in response to that when Barbatos speaks up once more. "Actually MC, your room assignments have already been arranged. I'm afraid this not a situation where you get to choose your roommates."
Your breathing paused, grip tightening on Harper as you stare at the demon butler. "What?"
He just continues to stare at you with that stupid smile that you now very much wanted to wipe off his face. "Yes. Lord Diavolo will be staying with Lucifer,"
"Doesn't he have his own bedroom here?"
"You have your own bedroom here," you and Lucifer speak in sync, sharing matching frowns. "Why share a room with me?" Lucifer continues with exhaustion tinging his voice.
Pure glee fills the Demon Lord's expression as he smirks at Lucifer. "Why do you think? Because this is a retreat of course!"
You roll your eyes as Lucifer grumbles, at least taking mild pleasure in the ass hats annoyance, and instinctively making eye contact with Satan to get his reaction as well, before looking away.
"Then Solomon, Satan, and Mammon will be sharing a room." you feel Mammon stiffen behind you, immediately getting defensive and see Satan's own expression sour. It's not ideal, but you could make it work. You and Harper would probably be paired with the angels so it's-
"Simeon, Asmodeus, and MC will be paired," Your heart dropped and your eyes immediately widened.
"Wait," you breathed.
"Meaning that Beelzebub, Leviathan, Luke, and Harper will be the final group."
"Hold on a second!" You bite out, gripping tightly onto Harper as you glare at the sly, arrogant looking butler who still continues to smile at you like he was anticipating your every reaction. It made goosebumps raise on your neck as you snarl. "That's not happening,"
"MC," Lucifer began testingly.
"NO!" You shout pointing defensively at Lucifer. "Don't. That is not happening. Harper stays with me. That's the deal."
Diavolo hums as he observes you. "This is part of the exchange program, MC. We are simply trying to get everyone to get to know each other a little better. Fear not. Your little sister will be safe with her dear friend, Luke, and-"
"And those two-" You gesture to Beel and Levi in disbelief. "One who has not stopped staring at her since we arrived and the other who literally knocked me unconscious just last week!" They both let out noises of protest but you refuse to give it any consideration. "Nope. Not happening. Try again."
Mammon nodded in agreement and stepped forward. "Y-Yeah! I should swap rooms with Asmodeus!"
Satan let out an aggravated sigh and shook his head. "No, you moron. You should swap rooms with Levi and stay with Harper. I should swap rooms with Asmo."
Mammon gawks at the blond. "I- You- Why do you get to- I mean I'm the-"
Demons. For Christ's sake. You run your hand through you hair as you glare at them. "You're both wrong. You should both switch with Levi and Me so that I'm with Harper," your hardened stare turns back to Diavolo. "And if you had any idea of what the hell has been happening in that house since we arrived, you would know this and let this be the arrangements!"
Barbatos's expression darkened as he stepped forward. "Please mind your tone around my lord," his voice resonates in a way that leave you with no choice but to snap your mouth shut. "I am afraid you have no say in this. The room assignments were carefully selected with everyone's best interest in mind, including yours and young Harper's."
You grit your teeth, ready to fight on this, when Harper taps your arm. "It's okay, MC," she smiles up at you. "Luke is your guardian angel, remember? He's like super good at protecting," Hardly comforting considering even Simeon said that Luke was not supposed to be a guardian angel yet. "And, Leviathan can't be a meanie anymore, remember?" Like you could forget. The stupid pact mark itched like a rash every night.
Besides, this all still left one demon in that room who was unaccounted for.
You glare over at Beelzebub, only to find him already staring at the two of you because of fucking course he was. He swallowed thickly and gave what was probably his best attempt at a comforting smile. "I promise Harper will be okay."
Yeah. Like you could trust that.
"She better be," you spat, and whipped your head around to look at Leviathan. "Leviathan-" you begin calling on the newest power within you.
"There you go again," you hear Satan mumble behind you, and immediately whirl around to face him.
"What?! There I go what?!"
"ENOUGH!" The floor shook under Lucifer's voice as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "How long do you all plan on goofing around? What's decided is decided. Time to take your belongings up to your rooms."
You bare your blunt teeth at the demon, but he is entirely unphased. "Not until-"
"Not until nothing," he bites back, narrowing his eyes at you, and in that second you feel a wave of infernal energy, far stronger than the presences of Mammon and Satan that you've become accustomed to, bare down at you as if trying to make you kneel beneath it. You felt your legs wobble against it, your heart pounding inside your ears. "Lord Diavolo has spoken. As a student of the exchange program you will listen. Luke will be with Harper. Now go."
If there was one thing you hated more than anything it was being told what to do. It always sounded far too much like the powdered wig judges and suit wearing care workers who always said that they were doing what was best for both of you, even if it never was.
You hated even more that, much like then, you didn't have a case in this situation.
"MC," your eyes snap over to see Simeon smiling gently at you. "Would you like to walk Luke and Harper to their rooms with me? Then we can unpack together."
A tightness began forming in your throat, and you could feel your hands trembling, even as they continue to hold onto Harper. Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod stiffly, and allow the angel to lead the two of you out of the room.
You weren't sure you were going to survive this weekend.
***And that is our first dive back into Sister's Keeper! Thank you all so very much for your patience with this. I know it has literally been over a year, and so much has happened, so I really appreciate the support and love that I still get from you guy. You're all truly the best. I'll see you in the next part! Love yas! -B***
I just spent my breaks during work rereading Sister's Keeper AND somehow managed to find an AT LEAST TWO YEAR OLD hand written draft for part eight shoved in the bottom of my crafts drawer!
WE ARE SET BABY! With luck, I should have the next part posted sometime this week, maybe even today!
*** I wasn't entirely sure what to do with this request initially as I don't typically write human OCs besides MC, but I think I figured something out. Thank you for sending this in ❤ I hope you enjoy the fic! -B ***
Summary: MC wasn't pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won't stop gawking at her.
Part 2, Series Masterlist
You grimaced as your body slammed against hard marble floors.
One moment you had been watching over Harper, your little sister, play in the park, and the next you were falling.
A thud and a sharp cry rang out behind you. Harper.
You whipped around to see your little sister laying on the ground, tears in her eyes as she began to sit up. You instantly moved over to her and began to look her over for injuries. "Are you alright? Did you hurt anything?" You questioned as you eyed the red blotches forming on her arms and knees from the impact.
She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a squeak as her eyes landed on something behind you.
You tensed, preparing for the worst, as you slowly turned around.
Standing in the dark, courtroom that you appeared to be in, were five large, intimidating, seemingly male, figures who stood staring at you in a mix of shock, denial, and confusion.
The purple-eyed one took a step forward, his eyes blinking in disbelief. "L-Lilith?"
You suddenly realized it wasn't you they were gawking at.
You sneered at them, shoving Harper behind you as you reached for the small knife that you kept on your person. "Don't stare at my sister like that you, you pervs. Now tell me where the hell are we and what do you want?"
The men seemed to ignore your question as the tall, dark-haired one turned to the man in red. "What is the meaning of this? I thought we were only supposed to have one other student?"
"And why... how is one of them Lilith?" The purple-eyed one added on.
The man in red shook off whatever remaining shock dazed him and smiled gently at the others. "I'm unsure. But whatever's happening we'll figure it out," he turned to you and opened his arms wide. "Hello, MC. Welcome to the Devildom. My name is Lord Diavolo and-"
Before he could get any closer, you whipped out your knife and pointed it shakily at him. Harper whined from where she stood behind you, and you could feel her grip tighten on your back.
"Don't come any closer!" You hissed as you took a step back. You swallowed down the lump of terror in your throat as you noticed the dark one's eyes narrow dangerously at you and the blond smirk in the background. "Look. W-We don't want any trouble. We just want to go home. S-So just bring us back from where you took us, a-and we won't tell anyone about this."
The man seemed to be amused by your knife as his smile grew and he raised his hands in defence. "Now, now. No need for such aggression. We didn't bring you here to hurt you or anything like that. In fact, you were chosen for a once in a lifetime opportunity."
He raised an eyebrow as your knife remained fixed on him. "As I was saying earlier," he made a graceful swiping motion with his hand. You yelped as your knife went flying out of your grip and skipped across the floor. You reached behind you and kept Harper as securely hidden as possible. "My name is Lord Diavolo. You, MC, were chosen to be a human representative for an inter-realm exchange program here in the Devildom. You'll be placed under the care of Lucifer and his brothers, the seven Avatars of Sin," he gestured to the men behind him. "They will do their best to keep you safe as you complete your day-to-day tasks and duties at the Royal Academy of Diavolo."
Harper tensed behind you at his explanation and held onto you as though you were about to be ripped away from her grasp. You soothingly placed a hand on her arm as you glared at the so-called "Lord." "I don't care about your shitty exchange program. You kidnapped me and hurt my sister. I want to go home."
Lucifer's eyes flared at your tone. He took a step forward, as though he was about to charge you, but stopped as Diavolo raised a hand. He stared at you with a gentle expression. "I apologize. Your sister was not meant to get caught into the portal," he tried to glance around to you to get a better look at Harper, but you moved to block his sight. He smiled softly at your actions. "If it'd make you more compliant, we can send her home right away. But you will be staying with us for the next year."
"No!" Both Harper and the purple-eyed man shouted in unison as Harper shoved herself out of your grasp and moved in front of you.
"Harper!" You quickly pulled her closer to you, as you glared at the purple-eyed man.
Your sister struggled in your arms. "You can't take, MC! I won't let you!"
"Haper, please. I'm trying to protect you," you whispered in her ear, but she continued fighting.
The purple-eyed demon nodded in agreement with your sister. "Shouldn't we find out why she looks so much like Lilith? We can't just send her back!"
Harper froze in your arms at his words, and you growled as you held her tightly to your chest. "Look. I don't know who this Lilith lady is, but you're not getting anywhere near my sister, so back off!"
Diavolo seemed to consider the man's words as he peered down at Harper. "It is a curious development, isn't it?"
Lucifer groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do not tell me you're considering keeping both of them?"
Your heart stopped as Diavolo shrugged. "Why not? They don't seem to want to be separated, so it would be the best course of action."
"The small one isn't even old enough to attend RAD, my Lord," Lucifer spoke through gritted teeth. "It's pointless."
Diavolo grinned. "Beelzebub seems more than willing to look after her if needed," you frowned as he pointed to the purple-eyed man that has been curious about Harper.
"No," you snapped, causing everyone to turn to you once more. You sighed, squeezing Harper's shoulder as reluctant acceptance washed over you. "You're obviously not willing to send me home. Fine. But if you're keeping both of us here, my sister will not be leaving my sight. That is non-negotiable. I especially don't want him," you gestured harshly to Beelzebub. "Watching over her. Not after the way he's been acting," you settled your determined gaze onto Diavolo. "I don't trust any of you. But I want my sister safe. So long as she stays with me and remains unharmed, I'll do whatever you want me to do in this so-called exchange program. But the moment that changes, if she gets hurt or I don't know where she is, then I will make this experience a living hell for everybody involved. Is that understood?"
The wavy, light brown-haired demon in the back giggled at your words. "Your so cute when you get all fired up like that~"
The blond beside him snorted. "It's funny to see them think that they actually have a say in all of this. As if we can't just force them to do what we want."
"Asmodeus. Satan. Quiet. You are not helping." Lucifer snapped.
You raised an eyebrow at them as you tilted your head. "You think I don't have a say?" The room went quiet. "Because Lord Diavolo said this was an exchange program and that I was not to be hurt. According to that statement, you can't cause any harm to me. This whole program only works if I am treated fairly and actually comply with everything. If that doesn't happen," you confidently raised your chin. "Why, I imagine the entire initiative and whatever it stands for would fall to pieces." You looked Diavolo in the eyes in challenge. "Am I wrong?"
The prince laughed loudly at your bold statement. "Not at all," he shook his head in amusement as he looked over at Lucifer. "You made a wonderful choice, Lucifer. They will do well down here."
Lucifer seemed to disagree with the Prince's words.
Diavolo clapped his hands as he turned back to you. "It's a deal then. You will stay here and comply with your duties as an exchange student, and in return, you and your sister will be kept safely together under the care of the brothers."
You clenched your jaw, trying to calm your racing heart as Harper whimpered in your arms.
What had you gotten yourself into?
***Thank you so much for the request! This was really interesting to write. If you guys are interested in a part two of this, and possibly some angst regarding lesson 16, let me know and maybe I'll do a follow up 😊 Thanks for the support! Love ya guys! -B***
I shall be revisiting this series shortly! Stay tuned for the long awaited continuation of Sister's Keeper, we're we'll be exploring the "Asmodeus Act" and the Castle Arc!
Now's the time to catch up on the series and reread for a fun refresh on what our daring MC has been up to.
Happy Birthday B!! I pray I’m remembering your time zone right… (if i’m not just pretend I sent this at midnight your time, ‘kay?)
Been thinking a lot lately. Life is pretty strange. I’m about to finally move away from home next month, it’s scary but freeing at the same time!! My life is very different from what it was when I first sent you an ask all those years ago, but I would say it’s better now.
I just wanted to say thank you. Talking to you was always a highlight to otherwise bleak days. People with an aura as cheerful and welcoming as yours don’t come often, so i’m glad I got to know you. I hope the years to come are kind to you, B, just as you were kind to everyone here :)
Happy Birthday :)
Oh my goodness!!!
I am late at replying to this but thank you so so so much! You're so sweet!
We've both changed a lot, but growth is one of the most beautiful parts of life, in my opinion, and it has been so amazing to come back to Tumblr every now and then and still recognize you and the other wonderful friends I've made here. You're so sweet and it makes me so happy to read this.
Thank you for the birthday wishes!!
Based on my most recent fic ( What Hatred Sounds Like) I decided that my little terror Gloom needed a face!
So, here is some heart of our lovely ... creature ❤️
**Alright folks we are so back! I am heavily inspired by K-Pop Demon Hunters (If you haven't watched GO WATCH IT! It is absolutely incredible), along with a sprinkling of some research on ancient Japan and came up with this little premise for a series. Hoping that it will get everything flowing for me to go back to my other series as well. Love you guys and I hope you'll like this little comeback series**
Summary: MC was bored and honestly just trying to get out of their never ending student council duties when they're drawn in by strange ... melody. Curiosity has always been their strong suit, but maybe there are some things that are better left unknown.
Ft. Teen MC
In the Devildom, life thrived in the shadows. There was no sun. No holy light to bless them with its warmth and kiss their skin good morning. Only bitter cold and darkness that sank its fangs into each of its citizens every chance that it got.
MC had long grown accustom to it, come to enjoy it even. It was nice not having to worry about sun burn or being blinded by the sun. The artificial ways that the demons had come up with to illuminate their kingdom of pitch were beautiful and elaborate; from wrought iron streetlights, to oil lamps that possessed a violet flame. it was all so whimsical and gothically enchanting that MC could hardly bring themself to look away.
Of course, they were human, and still required the sun. So when they needed it, they could always skip up back to the human world for their biannual visit to Earth before returning back to place they now thought of as home.
But it also meant that on nights such as this, when they knew Lucifer was probably turning red with frustration of their absence from yet another dreadful student council meeting, but they quite honestly didn't care. Three years in the Devildom had really made them grow bored of the daily ins and outs of the House of Lamentation, and they were on the search for something new, something exciting! Something-
A small plucking sound, like a droplet of water gently falling into a still pond, hit their ears and they stilled.
In the darkness, it was almost as if sound was amplified, echoing through their ears as another chord was plucked and then another, a faint trinkle of a strum, and yet another. The melody continued, and MC did not even try to stop their feet from being pulled in by it's simple beauty.
Their feet clicked against the wet pavement, and they muttered a small illuminating spell to themself as they entered. Iridescent light reflected from their palms off the alleyway walls.
It was only then they saw it ... or her, they supposed.
A lanky figure curled up in the far back corner, her back against the wall. Long ebony hair that faded into shiny gold as it got closer to the ends, as straight and silky as ribbon, covered almost her entirety from view, What could be seen was delicate hands with long, bony fingers, capped with sharp, elaborately embossed, golden points. From beneath the veil of hair, a rectangular rod with three pegs stuck out. Each black peg was wrapped tightly with golden wire that ran down the length of the rod to a square base.
A shamisen, MC recognized immediately, noting the flat, yellowed bachi sitting in the person's other hand, which she used to continue to strum her somber melody.
Each pang and twing rang sharply through their very soul, as if it was crying out to them and them alone. They would have to be utterly heartless to walk away.
"Excuse me?" MC called over.
The music stopped in an instant, and with a heart-dropping crack the person's head turned to face them.
It was not a face that revealed itself to them, but a mask. They had seen crow masks before; people wore them to festivals and they filled every tourists shop back home. But they had never seen one like this.
Most of the crow masks they had seen were black. Elegantly painted with perfect, seamless strokes that fluidly decorated the smooth wood. This was not that.
The base was bone white and it had golden designs on it that seemed more jagged and sharp than soft. The mask had a long pointed beak that covered the musician's entire face with angular slits for the eyes where dim balls of golden light reflected in the center. It possessed a playful aura that did not match the woman's eerie presence at all. MC could see no string or tassels holding the mask into place, as if it was fixed there by sheer will.
Aside from the mask, the person was dressed in a simple yukata. It had no patterns and was black with the exception of the white obi tied around her waist. The bottom of the yukata was torn and near transparent along its hem and cuffs.
MC was nearly positive that they were looking at a ghost, and yet they had never seen a ghost quite like this. Certainly not one that was masked.
MC swallowed thickly. It had been sometime since anything had caused them to be so shaken within the Devildom. They took a deep breath and reminded themself that they were 16 now, and no longer the scared 13 year old that had first entered into this place. They were strong. The shadows were scared of them, not the other way around.
They held up their chin and looked straight into the light pouring out of the eye slits. "I like your song. It sounds really nice. Where did you learn to play like that?"
No voice came from beneath the creepy mask, as a faint breeze from the streets lightly blew the woman's hair behind her.
Rude. Actually. If you asked MC. But they supposed it was also rude to interrupt someone during their jam session, so really that was on them. "Sorry. Are you not in the mood for talking? I really didn't mean to bother you. I just heard you playing and couldn't help but check come check out. I'm MC. What's your name?"
Again nothing. Not even a breath.
At this point, MC was beginning to feel awkward. I mean, most people at least had some kind of reaction to hearing their name at this point! Who the hell did this lady think she was?!
MC huffed, unable to help a pout from forming on their face as they raised their hands up in defeat. "Fine! Fine! I'll leave ya alone. Your loss. Who would want to know about some creepy, weirdo anyway?"
Them. They did. They so very much did.
It was all they could think about. They zoned out during class, and barely listened to the boys gossip during meals. They were too focused on what this strange new mystery of theirs was! They needed to know!
They tried doing research on ghosts, crows, hell even sirens! But nothing seemed to quite match whatever this person was! All they knew was that it had to be a person. Even without words or proper eyes, there was this air of deep, concentrated loss and shame that radiated off of her. Ever since coming to the Devildom, there hadn't been a single mystery that MC wasn't able to solve, and they refused to let that track record become tarnished now!
So MC did what MC does best - sneak out without permission to sleuth around the city. Honestly, you would think the brother's would've invested in better security by now.
Gloom, as they had taken to calling the unknown creature, wasn't in the original alleyway where they had initially found her. It appeared the ghostly woman was nomadic and would take camp in places with low lighting and no people around. MC was only able to find her over and over again because they knew this kingdom like the back of their hand.
They would go out and find her every night, and every night Gloom would stare at them through the eyes of her mask, hands stilling on her shamisen. She never spoke. The most MC had ever heard from her is a soft, yet haunting hum that she would occasionally emanate before noticing MC's presence.
MC grew braver with each visit. Where they initially kept their distance, they eventually brought themself to come closer and lean against the wall beside her as they asked her their many questions. Who are you? What are you? Where di you get a shamisen? What's with the mask? Is it haunted? Are you haunted?
But still, Gloom never answered. They got a groan of annoyance once, but that seemed to be the closest they could get.
Still, they could tell that she warming up to them. Sometimes she would lean closer to them while they were telling a story. Or her hand would twitch and almost reach out to them while they vented. Almost. There were all these little things that MC knew meant they were getting through to her.
They never gave up. In a way, it was almost nice to have someone else besides the brother's that they could talk to for once. With Gloom not doing any of the talking, she was subjected to do all of the listening, and boy did MC have a lot to share.
The brothers began to take notice of MC's disappearances. They tried to track them or ask them where they had gone, but MC was determined to keep this little secret. It was nice to have something in the Devildom that was entirely theirs for once.
Months passed, and their visits only became more frequent until one day, MC did not come empty handed.
"Here!" They chirped as they plopped down beside the woman, holding out a small envelope. She hesitated it before plucking it between two fingers and looking curiously at the cursively written Gloom on the front. "Dia and the others are throwing this huge ball to celebrate my fourth year here in the Devildom! It'll be super fancy and in the palace with all kinds of food and dancing and-" Gloom lifted her instrument a little, and MC chuckled. "Yes! And music! You should totally come. I know ya don't like crowds, but it'll be really fun." They explained with a smile.
Gloom paused, the lights blinking behind her mask as she stared down at the envelope before looking to MC in confusion.
They shrugged as they rose back up to their feet. "Come or don't come. It doesn't make a difference to me, but ..." they feel their cheeks burn a little as they look down. "I haven't had someone just listen to me without tryin' to shove their own ideas into my head in a while and ... I dunno. I guess I enjoy hanging out with you."
The lights blinked again behind the mask.
MC graons. "Look. The ball is next week. I'll see you then!"
MC didn't see it, having already left, but as she looked down at the envelope, the lights behind Gloom's mask squinted with an unseen smile as an unspoken promise laid on her silent tongue. She joyfully began to pluck the strings of her shamisen as the breeze dance around her.
Across the city, oblivious to what is to come, Mammon feels a shiver run down his spine. He sits up from his bed and looks out his open window as a whisper of a melody flows around him like an old memory. His breath hitches.
He slams the window shut without hesitation.
***And there we have it! Part one and my official return to this fandom! This has been a lot of fun, and I cannot wait to continue this story with you all! I hope you all enjoy "Gloom" and look forward to the upcoming ball in the next chapter! See you all then! I love you all ❤️ -B***
I completed my Masters (my grad ceremony is monday!) and officially have a more "grown up" job that's not retail for the first time ever as I have now been hired as a content writer for a marketing company!
I have to get into the flow of things at the new job, but I'm in a really good place mentally and in life in general right now 🥰
Now I haven't touched this blog in a hot minute, and I can't make any promises — especially since I haven't touched Obey Me in general in god knows how long, but I miss writing creatively and this has always been a fun way for me to practice and have fun. So we'll see what lies in the pages of my future creativity.
In the meantime, I did want to say a huge thank you for all the support you all continue to show these fics. I still get the notifs every day, and it brings a smile to my face, knowing there're still people enjoying these stories. I see you all, and I treasure you.
Since I don't have writing to give ya'll, have some OC art (both my OCs and some friend's from DnD) that I have been messing with in my free time. (Yes the blond in first trio looks like Sanji. He is the face claim that his player in our campaign chose)
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