1. Luciferās seems like a standard rich people look room and I love the fireplace. Exactly eight chairs at the table so he can fit MC and each other his brothers šš
2. Mammon honey your drinking is getting out of hand and itās looks like we live in a casino/club
3. I legitimately looooove Leviās. Cute little microwave. Deadass at the bottom of an ocean somewhere. Mysterious glowing cabinets definitely not deadly.
4. I like to think Satan took inspiration form MCās room for that tree. Also finally has some cat decor and as expected more books. I noticed Satanās been given a very earthy vibe. He has a lot of plants and flowers and his new casual outfit does too.
You look down at your tiny paws, horrified.
The bookshelves loom over you menacingly and you remain frozen, with no idea how to get yourself out of this mess. You need to find one of the brothers (preferably Lucifer) to help you out. But how were you going to make them realize it was you? You'll think about that when you find them.
You skitter across the halls of the House of Lamentation, acutely aware of just how many things could kill you now that you were about the size of an orange. Each little noise makes your heart skip and every shadow seems like a threat.
You find one of the brothers in the living room. Unfortunately, it was Asmo.
Amber eyes meet yours and the Avatar of Lust lets out a shriek that belongs in a horror movie.
"Why the hell are you screaming?!" Belphie, who was napping under the coffee table, grumbles in annoyance as he shoves his face into the pillow and pulls the sides up to cover his ears.
Asmo stands up on the couch, screaming like a damsel in distress. "A MOUSEā! WHY IS IT MOVING LIKE THATāLUCIFERā!!!"
Footsteps thunder down the hall as Beel comes to Asmo's aid.
"Why are you screaming like that?" He looks down at you, and you both have a staring contest for a few seconds. "Oh."
You know that look on Beel all too well. So, you make the wise decision to run before he can turn you into a mouse kebab.
'Nope, not today', you think to yourself as you narrowly escape Beel lunging at you. You zip across the floor, running over a very startled Belphie. You masterfully slip between Satanās legs (who had just reached the site of chaos). āWhat is all this noiā¦ whatāā
The stair case is so close. If only you could find Luciferā
You feel yourself bump into something, before being lifted into the air. You come face to face with Mammon. You frantically wave your little paws at him. Maybe he'll understand you. "This is what scared ya?", he says in a bored manner. "Iām tossinā this thing outāOUCH WHAT THE HELL?!"
Mammon clutches his hand, rubbing the area where you bit him, as you fall out of his grasp and make a mad-dash up the stairs, towards Lucifer's room.
You vault over Levi's feet as he cracks his door open. āCan you all shut up Iām trying toāAHH!!"
And then a thought enters your mind. If none of the brothers, even Mammon, can recognize you, what are the chances that Lucifer will? And if Lucifer caught you, there would be no escape. You pause for a second and change your trajectory, running toward sthe other end of the hall instead. Maybe you should hide out in your room. Try and use your D.D.D to contact Solomon.
Thankfully, you left the door open. You slip into your room and climb up your desk in an attempt to find your D.D.D. And you nearly cry with relief when you do find it lying next to your homework.
You manage to put in your password and unlock it. Now, to open the messaging appā
Mammon bursts in. "Hey, get outta' MC's room!!"
"Wait, it's using their D.D.D??", Levi follows in after.
"Look, it's typing something!!", says Asmo, peeking out from behind Satan.
You have managed to open one of the brother's chat and type out your name. It took quite some effort to reach the keys with your short hands but you finally sit down with relief when you see realization flash in the brothers' eyes.
"Wait...MC??" begins Beel. You squeak at him angrily. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you." He looks like a sad puppy now. Mammon looks equally as guilty. You can't help but forgive them.
"Jump twice if you're MC", says Belphie, now wide awake. You jump in spot twice. "Spin." He says with that shit-eating grin. You spin around, glaring up at him. "Hmm, still not convincing enough. Squeak three times."
"Oi, stop messing with them." Mammon lightly smacks the back of Belphie's head.
"Now that I think about it, theyāre kind of cute!", Asmo leans in, eyes sparkling . You glare at him like 'Really, bitch? You were the one screaming your lungs out a few seconds ago.' The fifth-born pays no heed as he scoops you up in his palms, cooing at you. "Ooooh, you'd look so cute with a little bow!"
āPut them down,ā Satan said sharply, eyes narrowed. You feel anger radiate off of him. Asmo doesn't take chances.
āWho dared to put a curse on you? Iāll make themāā continues Satan.
You hang your head low in shame.
Satan pauses, his anger dissipating and turning into...amusement? Maybe a bit of disappointment? "You did this to yourself, didn't you?"
You squeak pitifully.
Lucifer enters the room, annoyed beyond measure. āWhat is the meaning of all this chaos? Why is there a rat on MC's desk?"
He takes a look at the scene. The message written on the D.D.D. The oddly calm mouse on the desk.
He looks at his brothers.
Their faces clearly answer: Yes, Lucifer. It is exactly what you think it is.
You squeak again.
Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose. "...wonderful."
Mammon has never walked so carefully in his life. You are asleep in the front pocket of his jacket, curled up into the softest little ball. Mammon is trying very hard not to jostle you. Asmo peaks into Mammonās pocket every once in a while to coo at you, only to be swatted away by the second-born. āTheyāre sleepinā, be quiet!ā
The seven reach purgatory hall. Lucifer presses the door bell. You wake up from your slumber and poke your head out of the pocket and are met with the sight of Solomon looking directly at you while Lucifer explains what's going on.
Solomon takes you in his hand as you climb out of Mammon's pocket.
āOh my, look at you!ā Solomon brings you up to his face, eyes lighting up. āDo you have any idea how hard it is not to squeal?ā
"Please don't", says Belphie.
"Just fix 'em up quickly. No shady business", warns Mammon.
Lucifer looks at you, comfortable in Solomon's palm. "I trust that you will help turn them back without further... complications."
"When have I ever caused any trouble, huh?", Solomon smiles at the group. They give him very unimpressed looks before Solomon pushes them all out of Purgatory Hall, their complaints falling of deaf ears. Mammon lingered the longest, only relenting when you looked up at him reassuringly.
The door shuts. Solomon looks down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement. He slowly lifts his palms up, lifting you up along with them. "Behold my mighty apprentice, feared across realms."
You stare at him.
Oh, you were adorable. Maybe he'll keep you like this for a short while, just to have fun.
You accept your fate.
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You have escaped Solomon's study, like a professional mouse, because you have āØprioritiesāØ. You were definitely not going to lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
You navigate around Purgatory hall with your tiny little feet skittering on the ground till you find what you were looking for. Or rather, who you were looking for.
Simeon feels something soft bump into his leg. He looks down and sees a little mouse looking up at him with...familiarity?
"Oh. Hello there, little one."
You squeal internally.
You climb onto the couch and press your head against his arm.
Simeon laughs quietly, putting down his book. āWell, arenāt you affectionate?"
Simeon gently rubs your head with a finger. You stand up on two legs and place your paws on his hand. "You must like attention." He gently scoops you up and strokes your fur. You immediately melt into his palm. Oh. Yes. This was the good stuff.
And that's how Solomon finds you fifteen minutes later. Absolutely basking in the angel's affections.
"Oh, I see. So this is what betrayal feels like."
You jump up at Solomon's voice, making Simeon gently pat you in an attempt to calm you down.
"Hello, Solomon. I found this little mouse wandering around. Theyāre very polite. A little angel, really."
"Is that so?", replies Solomon as he pries you away from Simeon. You try to wriggle out of his hands and back to Simeon's, but to no avail.
"Does it happen to be yours?", asks Simeon.
"Well, it does happen to be my apprentice."
"Apprentice...?"
Simeon takes a closer look at you. You try to hide your face.
"MC?"
Simeon blinks once; then laughs, warm and surprised. āOh my. That explains the affectionate behaviour."
"Imagine my heartbreak. One moment theyāre safely with me, and the next I discover theyāve abandoned their dear teacher to go snuggle with an angel. Do humans not suit you anymore, my dear apprentice?"
As much as you love and appreciated Solomon, you do feel like punching him right now. But you can't really do that in this form, can you? So, you resort to glaring instead.
"How did this happen? Them turning into a mouse, I mean.ā asks Simeon.
"Hmm, that's what I'd love to know too." Solomon looks down at your angry little face as he says that. "Hey, stop looking at me like that. Not my fault you got caught being a simp."
"What does that mean? 'Simp'?"
You glare harder, daring Solomon to say anything else embarrassing.
"Someone who is very...affectionate, let's say." Solomon replies.
"Ah, I see. MC does, indeed, appear to be a 'simp', then."
Solomon does a very good job holding back his laugh as you let out a mortified sound.
"Anyways, we will take our leave. I still need to find a cure to this." He says finally.
"Yes, that's important. Take care, both of you." Simeon resumes to reading his book as Solomon carries you out of Purgatory Hall and into the Devildom street.
You squeak at Solomon with confusion. What is he up to now?
"You know, I'm kind of hurt", says Solomon, with exaggerated dramatics. "Leaving me all alone to go snuggle up to Simeon. Especially after I spend hours working hard and trying to find a cure for you. Truly heartless."
You give him your best puppyāerāmouse eyes (?).
"Ah, how can I stay mad at that face? But, I can't really let go of what happened. You still need to make it up to me, you know?"
Solomon puts you on his shoulder, earning a few curious looks from demons going about their day.
"Oh, don't worry, my dearest apprentice. I'll only have a bit of harmless fun."
Barbatos' eye twitches as he looks at Solomon, and you, comfortably perched on his shoulder. "Why", he begins, voice laced with absolute disgust, "have you brought that thing here?"
If looks could kill, you'd be a dead mouse by now.
"Please remove it immediately."
āOh, come now. Theyāre harmless. Would you like to hold them?ā Says Solomons, as be brings you closer to the butler.
You feel the urge to hide in Solomon's sleeves.
Barbatos goes rigid. āI despise rā 'you-know-what's,ā he says evenly.
"Now, now, that is no way to talk about my dear apprentice. Also, theyāre a mouse, not a rat."
"...Apprentice?" Barbatos finally takes a closer look at you. "I see."
He takes a step back, eyes glowing with ancient power. āThen there is no need for this nonsense.ā
Time seems to warp around you, and a second later, you find yourself sitting on the floor back in your human form. You were unharmed, albeit a bit dizzy. Barbatos helps you up.
"I was having so much fun. And you just had to go and do that..." Solomon says in a disappointed manner. "Still, I guess it is quite a rare opportunity to see the Barbatos perform his time magic."
Barbatos chooses to ignore Solomon, instead checking on you to ensure you were feeling alright.
As fun as it was seeing the rather stoic butler try so hard to maintain his composure, you do feel kind of guilty. āBarbatos, Iām so sorry I didnāt mean to make you uncomfortable.ā you say sheepishly.
āIt is forgiven,ā he says immediately. "I was just preparing tea for the Young Master. Would you like to join him? I'm sure he would be delighted"
"How come I never get inviā" begins Solomon.
āSolomon, you may take your leave now.ā
Solomon sighs dramatically. āYou ruin all my fun.ā
A/N: Locked in so hard that I didn't even realize how long this became. Just sat here for three hours straight. This might be the most random fic I've written yet. But hey, I thinks it's pretty cute and i got to write all my favourite characters in one fic so yay.
[As per the results of the poll, i decided to keep this as one single post]
Solomon watching Barbietoes and Mouse!MC interact be like:
HC that the brothers hate Solomon, collectively, not over the centuries of experiences theyāve shared with him, the shady stuff he does, or even the idea that heās their competition over you.
They hate him because of a simple spell he taught you;
It all started when you had to go to a job interview snd felt like youād look more put together with all of their demonic sigils hidden. You mentioned it to Solomon half-jokingly once and he taught you a quick spell to make them temporarily invisible.
You donāt even mention it until one day Lucifer is starring daggers at your arm, wondering where the hell hisāthe avatar of prideāsāsigil went.
You explain that Solomon taught you a spell to get rid of it for a bit and all the brothers at the table roll their eyes, grumbling and staring at you, cursing him under their breaths.
Asmo sighs and complains about having to deal with this with his other pact owner, noting that heās upset at Solomon every time his sigil is hidden.
It was dark. Then again, it was always dark in the Devildom. You dug your arms out from under a maze of blankets and reached for the DDD left charging above your pillow.
"It's 3AM," Lucifer told you. His voice sounded groggy and cracked on the last syllable.
You stopped reaching for the phone. Instead, your arms found Lucifer, who pulled you into a tight embrace as you curled your wrists around his shoulders. It was too dark and you were too tired to see much more than a red glint in his narrowed eyes, but you could feel the heat from his body and the rumble in his chest when he spoke.
"We can stay in bed for a few more hours."
That sounded good.
You nodded and burrowed your face into the warm space between his chin and the pillows that smelled like Lucifer's body wash.
Lucifer touched his lips against your forehead. They stayed there as he sighed, mouthed something akin to "I love you" against your scalp, and his breathing transitioned back to the slow, deep breaths of sleep.
MC was the bravest person they knewā headstrong and calm under pressure. Someone who faced down Lucifer's wrath without a flinch. Someone who had the heart to forgive Belphegor despite everything that happened. A puny mortal who was plucked from their home without warning, yet survived, and even thrived, among demons like them.
So, when their scream echoed through the halls of the House of Lamentation, the brothers knew not what to do.
Mammon, MC's self- proclaimed first-guy, and the fastest among his brothers, arrived to their aid in a matter of milliseconds. His mind had jumped to the worst possibilitiesā MC was hurt, possibly crying.
What he had not expected was MC standing on their chair, a thick spell book clutched in their hands like a weapon, eyes anxiously scanning the floor near their bookshelf.
"ARE YA' OKAY?!"
"IT WENT UNDER THE SHELF!!!"
"...huh???"
And then, it crawled out, in all it's six-legged glory. It's giant brown body (undoubtedly disease ridden) dragged along the floor, presenting an ugly sight. It's antennae twitched, as though searching for it's next victim.
The terrified noise that MC let out confirmed that this creature had, indeed, been the cause of their distress.
Mammon didn't blame them. He wasn't a huge fan of roaches himself. Especially this giant, unsightly species that had seemingly had taken over the Devildom recently.
"GET RID OF IT PLEASE." MC pleaded from atop their vantage point. They looked close to tears.
Mammon had struck gold. This was the moment he would swoop in like a hero and kill the pest as if it were no big deal; and save MC from their distress. Would he get an 'Oh, Mammon! You're so brave!' in return? Or a hug where he goes 'there, there, MC, I dealt with it' while patting their back? Maybeā if he was truly luckyā a kiss? His brothers would all watch from a distance, green with envy, wishing they had been the one to arrive first. Oh, it gets him excited to even think about it!
Mammon stood up a little taller.
"Don't worry, MC! For the Great Mammon is here!" The Avatar of Greed puffed out his chest, and took a brave towards the pest. He took off one shoe, ready to strike it, when suddenlyā
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHā"
āit started flying.
The next thing MC knew was that Mammon was standing right behind them on the chair, his hands latched onto their shoulders in a vice-grip while they both screamed.
The roach remained airborne for a few seconds, zig-zagging with no regard for logic, or personal boundaries. Finally, it landed on the side of the bookshelf. A deafening silence followed.
The duo remained frozen atop the chair, staring at the roach. The roach stared back, antennae twitching. The creature puffed out its wings occasionally, as if taunting them. Mammon's grip on MC's shoulder turned painful, but neither of them dared to get down from their safe spot.
MC was about to ask Mammon whether they should take this chance to run out of the room, whenā
*SMACK*
A slipper came down from above with full force. The defeated adversary fell down to the floor on its back, limbs twitching pathetically as it took its final breaths.
Their saviour was none other than Beelzebub, who was holding a giant slipper in his hand. He examined the dead corpse for a few seconds, till he was absolutely certain that the enemy had been eliminated.
MC nearly burst into tears from relief. But, unfortunately, before they could properly thank him, a series of snorts and barely-contained giggles coming from the doorway cut them off.
Yes, the brothers had all been silently watching the chaos unfold, until Beelzebub took pity on them. And judging by the delighted looks on their faces, "The Great Roach Incident" would be talked about in the House of Lamentation for the rest of eternity.
MC as a sheep who keeps running in front of people while they're walking and sits down in their direct path. Especially if they're carrying food or laundry.
Lucifer, lightly touching MC with the side of his foot: "MC, move out of the way please so I donāt trip on you."
MC, eyes enormous: "you KICK mc? you kick mc's body like the football? oh! oh! cocytus for luci! cocytus for luci for One Thousand Years!!!!"
Imagine being a normal demon in Devildom and managing to piss MC off, and suddenly the entire government is breathing down your neck. Devildom Prince and his Butler, the freaking seven demons of Avatars of Sins, the strongest Sorcerer of Humanity, high ranking Angels, and also a literal Grim Reaper. Wait, don't forget MC's admirers cuz they canonically got a lot of 'em.
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