Where the brothers react to a MC with weird insults.
āListen here you waxy, lemon-faced bitch-ā
There were two reasons why he didnāt set you on fire on the spot after you insulted him; one, no-one dared to insult him to his face, and he admire you for your gut. Two, your way of insulting was quite possibly the funniest thing he had seen in all his centuries of being alive.
Heād try to hide his smile, turning away from you and just walking away. Heād begin to run when you started to chase after him, unable to keep himself from laughing anymore.
āDonāt run away whileĀ Iām talking to you, bird man - I said stop running!ā
āYou lookinā like you came straight from the clown factory. Honk honk, bitch!ā
It wouldnāt resister in his brain at first - heād be too busy hyping you up to realize what exactly you said. After a few moments, heād find himself lowering his fists, looking at you inquisitively.
āWhat did you just say?ā heād ask you.
āDonāt just stand there, Mammon, hold my wig!ā
Mammon wouldnāt still completely understand your choice of fighting words until days later, when he was in an extremely important meeting with the rest of his brothers and Lord Diavolo. Heād remember you yelling the wordsĀ āhonk honkā and heād start laughing right then and there.
āMammon, weāre in a meeting,ā Satan would hiss at him.
āI know, Iām sorry! I just-āĀ
He would physically have to be removed from the student council room.Ā
Maybe it was the simplicity of your insult, or maybe it was the way you completely butchered a basic human curse word, but you had him reeling on the floor. Youād been stewing in your anger for a bit now, getting frustrated by the second, and the way all your rage was directed onto that one wordā¦
Heād be crying, completely abandoning the game you two were playing Ā as he pounded his fist against the floor. Youād be watching him with an unpleasant frown, crunching up your nose in distaste.
āKeep it up, snake man, Iām coming for your lizard ass next.ā
Heād only start laughing harder.
āIām gonna split you like a sundae with grandpa, bitch.ā
As the Avatar of Wrath, Satan was well-versed on a variety of insults and curses. Demonic, angelic, human, he knew it all. Color him surprised when you uttered those words under your breath before you attacked Lucifer.
Heād pull you off his screaming older brother, cackling loudly as he slung you over his shoulder and ran like a bat out of hell. Heād still be laughing when he barged into your room, tears streaming down his face as he barricaded the doors.
āI love you so much,ā heād whisper as Lucifer pounded on your bedroom door.Ā āPlease marry me, right now.ā
āYou look like if socks and sandals had a threesome with Voldemort and then you came out.ā
Heād be a little confused at your choice of insult, but that wouldnāt deter him. Heād hold your earrings and your shoes as you absolutely roasted the demon in front of you, cheering you on from a safe distance.
It would only be afterwards that heād question you about your choice of words.
āYou couldnāt call them a bitch and move on?ā
Youād only smirk, pointing at the demonās gobsmacked face.Ā āYou have to hit them where it hurts, Asmo,ā you said.Ā
āIām gonna roast his ass like rotisserie!ā
Beelzebub walked away the moment he heard you scream those words. Heād seen you angry before, and while he knew he should probably stop you from wreaking havoc on the Devildom, he knew he wouldnāt be able keep himself from laughing.Ā
He was used to fiery personalities - heād shared a room with his younger brother for centuries, having to deal with Belphegorās morning personality.Ā He could stop you with just a simple scratch on the head, and he probably should have but seeing you so angry, stomping your feet comedically on the ground as you chased Solomon around the schoolā¦Ā
Heād be cheering you on through his fits of laughter, following close by you as you hurled your strange insults at the wizard.
āY-You got no jams!āĀ
Belphegor prided himself in being the most knowledgable about the human realm than most of his brothers, but what in the absolute hellĀ did that even mean? Heād lower the object he was keeping out of your reach, eyeing you with confusion.
āWhat the fuck?ā heād ask.Ā āMC, what the hell does that mean?ā
Youād snatch your coveted cup of pudding, sticking your tongue out at him.Ā āYou look like if a cow and a scene kid did the nasty and their holy union produced you.ā His eyes would be wide when you placed a kiss against his cheek.Ā āDonāt steal my pudding, cow boy.ā
Heād definitely get you back later, but watching you walk away, he could only clap his hands in awe.Ā
