awooga

used to be otomeyuu, going through a blog update early 20s, into pokemon, obey me, cult of the lamb, and ikemen series

[evol-ghost]

Hey! Name is Ghostie, I go by they/them! 20 years old and wanted to make a new blog for Ikemen and other otome games! NO MINORS PLEASE, we get freaky here and I will block.

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Pintrist OC Boards:

Yume (Ikesen)

Mercy (Ikepri)

Yuuma (Obey Me)

[zephyrchama]

It's nice to say "I love you" — Beelzebub likes to tell you that when the two of you are alone — but there's an even better phrase he likes to hear.

You said it to him one random night, very late into the night. He was watching a movie on TV that piqued your interest so you decided to stay. It was long, though. Demons have a different sense of time than humans do. Their movies can go on for hours and hours.

The film was interesting, no doubt about it, but your eyelids grew heavy and you began listing to the side. The spicy chips and savory snacks Beelzebub continued to offer did nothing to ward off exhaustion. His upper arm became your pillow as you sunk back into the couch cushions. At some point you even began snoring. It was hard to hear the movie.

The credits began rolling long past midnight.

Beelzebub whispered, "Hey." He slightly wiggled his elbow until you raised your face, eyes half-closed. Your cheek was red from being pressed against his bicep, and his arm suddenly felt cold without you on it.

"Want me to carry you back to your room?" he offered. There was nobody with more experience carrying sleeping people than Beelzebub. He was proud of his skills.

You shook your head.

Beelzebub did not want to leave you in the living room. You deserved privacy and a chance to sleep in. He moved his arm again when he felt you slide against him, slumping your shoulder into his side and nuzzling your face back into sleeping position.

Beelzebub made an executive decision. "I'll take you back, let's go."

Part of a chip rolled onto the floor when he stood up. You toppled over onto the open couch seat with a cranky groan but didn't put up a fight when he scooped you his arms.

"I wanna stay with you," you sighed, reluctant for your journey to the bedroom to end. Your legs dangled over his arm, occasionally bumping into each other. You grabbed the front of his shirt in a weak grip.

Beelzebub eyed you, tired and somewhat delirious in your current state. Defenseless.

"I don't think that's safe," he responded. Strong as you were, you were no match for him if you didn't have the mental clarity to wield your pact magic.

"But you make me feel safe," you replied, letting his shirt fabric fall through your fingers as you brought your hand down.

Beelzebub carried you down the hallway a little further and then slowed to a stop. A flush was spreading across his face. His stomach started doing flips and his muscles tensed.

Here was a demon, a fierce, malevolent entity with misdeeds so vile that history would only preserve them through terrified whispers. In his arms, a human. A being of skin and bones who was fated to last no more than a century. One wrong move in the Devildom and you were done for.

His heart felt like it was melting. The weight of your words was heavier than you were, weighing on his mind like a mountain of sand. Nobody had told him that in a very, very long time. Even for a demon. He made you feel safe. You made him feel a certain way, too. Though he couldn't put it into words as easily as you could.

Beelzebub brought you up higher and nestled you against his chest so he could rest his chin on your head. Your breathing was slow, so you must have dozed off again. Or maybe you were never fully awake to begin with.

He had to get you to bed, to tuck you in and make sure you fell asleep in the privacy of your own room. Beelzebub decided along the way that you might feel safer if he stayed with you. It would be cramped but you would feel warmer, and his body could shield you from nightmares, and he could tell you he loved you first thing in the morning when you woke up. That sounded nice.

[cttstaroryx]

Happy pride!!

And also happy (late) birthday to our pride king Lucifer!

[waltnut]

1B for diavolo plssss (luv your art btw ^^)

His smile is lethal, istg 🫠

[radarchives]

[poanist]

When your brother is angry w you but still you need to be cunty

[celestial-mephisto]

Shhh don't bother him, he's brooding. What do you think he's thinking about?

[theragamuffininitiative]

Source:

Keep Android Open

Advocating for Android as a free, open platform for everyone to build apps on.

Among the many reasons I am clawing my life back from Google.

[lovetei]

Beelzebub: I'm sorry for always eating tables and pillars. Unfortunately, I have to or else I'll start killing and eating people instead.

[staff]

A note from the Tumblr team

A few weeks ago, a small but higher-than-normal number of accounts were mistakenly suspended. The suspensions were quickly reversed, but our response wasn't good enough, and we want to say more.

We're sorry it took us this long to address this. Trust and safety issues are difficult to discuss publicly, and we can’t share details about specific individuals or how our systems work without exposing Tumblr to bad actors. But caution led us to say too little, too late.

We’ve heard from members of the trans community on Tumblr that they were disproportionately impacted, and that deserves a direct response. According to 3rd party researchers, Tumblr’s userbase has the highest proportion of LGBTQIA+ folks on social media, so it makes sense that when something goes wrong, those communities might feel that disproportionate impact.

One thing we want to emphasize is that we do not moderate people's identities. We moderate behavior. We know that identity shows up across a Tumblr profile in many ways, from followed topics to the flags people put in their bios, and more. However, these signals play no role in how our moderation systems make decisions. We monitor those systems for evidence of bias and take corrective action when we find it.

We understand that the communications sent to affected users, and our broader silence to the community, didn't meet the standard people expect from us. That feedback is fair, and we apologize. We've updated the messaging sent to people impacted by these incidents. We are also overhauling our process with a goal of responding to mistaken suspension appeals within 24 hours, and have instituted an ongoing internal review of how suspensions and appeals are handled.

Going forward, we're committed to finding a better balance: being more transparent with our community about issues that matter, even when we can't share everything.

Tumblr belongs to everyone. We take that seriously, and we intend to earn back your trust. We are not afraid to have tough discussions with you or make updates based on your feedback, though on occasion, it might take some time.

To the people whose accounts were affected, and to the members of our trans community who felt targeted: we are truly sorry.

Tumblr Staff

[missstrogen]

Providing my own data on this issue, since i have had the pleasure of gathering a great amount of evidence on this event:

a small but higher-than-normal number of accounts were mistakenly suspended

Two hundred within five minutes.

The suspensions were quickly reversed

Some suspensions were reversed.

We’ve heard from members of the trans community on Tumblr that they were disproportionately impacted

Correction. All members harmed but one were trans women, specifically, not just "members of the trans community".

We moderate behavior.

All members terminated were terminated after following one specific blog, created a few hours before. The "behavior" you moderated was following a trans woman's new blog.

However, these signals play no role in how our moderation systems make decisions.

Then explain why trans women are disproportionately banned on false grounds. What happens if someone gets mass reported by transphobic userrs? Why have you chosen to restore the account of a kiwifarmer, known hate group, and ban yet more trans women? Explain your decisions.

We are also overhauling our process with a goal of responding to mistaken suspension appeals within 24 hours, and have instituted an ongoing internal review of how suspensions and appeals are handled.

Going forward, we're committed to finding a better balance: being more transparent with our community about issues that matter, even when we can't share everything.

Since this event, trans women have been terminated at greatly accelerated rates, on more and more openly false grounds. Their appeals have been denied often without any human oversight, recieving a denial within seconds, or not recieving any answer.

To the people whose accounts were affected, and to the members of our trans community who felt targeted: we are truly sorry.

I don't believe you.

[shootingstarrfish]

they just dropped all the character visuals out of nowhere woah hello

[cherryxblossxms]

Hnnnhhhhnbhvh thinking of magical pocket pussy and the obey me boys

[devildomwriter]

Some of My Favorite Diavolo Interactions #1

[zephyrchama]

Obey Me! MC x The 7 Rulers | Attacked MC

This is darker than my usual stuff! Please watch out for themes of angst, violence, gore, pain and suffering. Each brother is represented under the read more. I'll have something silly posted tomorrow.

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You ran.

Your chest burned, as though your rapidly beating heart would give out from the strain at any moment. You couldn’t remember a time when you ran this desperately. It was a struggle to pull air into your lungs, but you fought the dizziness and the pain as you pushed forward on a bleeding leg.

Your ankle was bruised and twisted, these unfamiliar roads were not flat and well-paved like the main streets were. Brick and mortar storefronts you’d never seen before passed by in a blur. Every corner led to a new turn that pulled you deeper into the shady Devildom backstreets. Lights were few and far between and the stars in the sky could hardly shine between looming buildings that made the streets look narrower and narrower.

You ran as fast as you could, but it all felt so slow. Your head throbbed. Tears or blood or a combination of both, you couldn’t tell, mixed with sweat and slid off your dirt-covered face, leaving a perfectly traceable trail in your wake.

Something was chasing you. Something with a desire to kill and a shrill laugh that echoed in your ears. Something that hunted humans for sport and fancied you as its new target. The Devildom was full of these things and you had been blissfully unaware until now. The being had caught you off-guard on the way home from a long day at RAD. You were naive, the capital was supposed to be safe and you hadn’t expected this to happen despite knowing the Devildom was dangerous. 

Whatever the reason, none of it mattered. You just needed to run. A streak of something dark blue whizzed past your ear, slicing cartilage. You couldn’t jerk away fast enough to avoid it.

Stumbling around a corner, you blindly fired a retaliatory blast of magic at it. The creature cackled as your attack ricocheted off a wall. Rubble and ash rained down on you. You were too busy squinting over your shoulder to notice that this street was a dead end until your legs finally gave out and you tumbled onto the hard rock, shoulder-first. It hurt. There was nowhere to hide and nowhere to return to. This was it.

It would have been impossible to chant an entire magical preamble and get to safety or do a proper summoning. Your thoughts were too jumbled, overridden by panic. Your voice was hoarse and your vision was fading. The attacker’s footsteps were close. You inhaled, forcing a breathful of dust and blood down your raw windpipe as you shouted his name into the sky. 

Lucifer

Everything turned black as night.

Ah, you thought. I’m done.

You slumped into the road, a defenseless mortal wad of pain and anguish, angrily resigned to your fate. In a half-conscious state of deliriousness, you could hear Lucifer’s voice. He sounded madder than that one time he caught one of Asmodeus’ stalkers lurking around the house.

“You have some nerve, targeting my family.”

A gust of hot wind rolled over you. Dirt and sand bounced off your hand. The thought of Lucifer being mad was a strangely small comfort. Though it was something you always avoided, it was also familiar. You'd had to stop Lucifer from overly punishing his brothers on more than one occasion, and even been the source of his ire a number of times. You would rather live through a thousand more of his lectures than simply be torn apart in this obscure alleyway.

“Know your place,” Lucifer scowled, his voice a deep thundering rumble that cut through the creature’s screams.

You couldn’t process what was happening. Your muscles were locked up, everything hurt, your energy was sapped and time seemed to nebulously stretch on forever. You couldn’t even register the pitch black void in front of you as Lucifer’s outstretched wings, shielding you from the utter torture your tormentor was now facing before he ended their life. How very typical that Lucifer would show no mercy to a threat.

Your body was just trying to survive. It paid no heed to the maelstrom of magical power brewing, to the wickedly powerful demonic energy filling the alley. You don’t even know how you came to be cradled in Lucifer’s arms, bundled in his coat. Only that, when you came to, he was wiping your dirty cheek and slicking back matted hair to gaze into your unfocused eyes. His eyebrows were knit together in immense worry. His frown lines were deeper than usual, drawing a sharp border around his grimaced teeth. It was quite unlike him.

Yet there was no time for this. You were being chased. You tried to turn your head, to look over Lucifer’s shoulder and find where that hunter was lurking, oblivious to how the muscles in your neck refused to cooperate. Lucifer’s hold on your back tightened and he tucked you against his chest.

“It’s alright now,” he said. The Avatar of Pride’s voice, full of conviction, sounded like he was trying to assuage himself just as much as you. “I have you.”

“Lucifer?”

It seemed too good to be true, but he nodded in response. From the weak sound of your voice, his shoulders untensed just enough that you could feel them curve in around you.

“I have you,” he repeated. “Rest easy now. We’re going home.”

Mammon

There was a confusing flurry of movement as Mammon placed himself between you and the attacker. The Avatar of Greed looked uncannily menacing with fury in his eyes and an unforgiving scowl on his face. Air from his wings kicked up debris, turning the thin alleyway into a wind tunnel.

“How dare…” He snarled, clenching his hands into fists so hard that his veins popped under his skin. “How dare you touch what’s mine.”

The creature turned tail to run, clearly outmatched, but its fate was sealed the instant Mammon appeared. He caught up in a single leap while winding a punch that sent your attacker flying down the road, into the wall of the building on the corner. It collapsed, sending chunks of brick crashing to the ground while Mammon continued after it.

He didn’t plan ahead, he just moved. Millennia of fighting experience and a massive innate talent made this demon a horrifying predator, something you luckily didn’t see often. Mammon sent a burst of magic to further block the road and created an explosion, shooting smoke and flames into the air. The fiend had to pay dearly, and Mammon would make sure to collect.

You could hear stone getting tossed aside, scattering across the pavement, and heavy whacks as he beat into the monster. The tables had been turned, there was nowhere for it to escape. Mammon’s knuckles ran black and red with its blood, which coagulated between the bent prongs of his rings as he finished the job, bringing the heel of his boot down upon the creature’s skull. An undignified ending for an undignified piece of trash.

Mammon was back at your side before the dust from the fallen wall settled, crying your name, falling to his knees as he lifted your shoulders and pulled you into his lap. He ran his hands over your face, over your arms, down your back in a panicked appraisal. All body parts accounted for.

“That hurts,” you mumbled through a busted lip. Everything hurt. Especially when Mammon gasped in relief and clutched you into a full-body embrace. You wished his jacket didn’t have so many cold metal studs.

“Man, you can’t scare me like this! Moron! Idiot!” he yelled into your shoulder while a warm tear rolled onto your arm. “Why didn’t ya call for me sooner? You could’ve died! How’m I ever supposed to let ya out of my sight if you’re gettin’ in trouble like this, huh!?”

Leviathan

There was a scream, but not from you or your attacker. Leviathan didn’t expect to be summoned into his worst nightmare. One calm moment he was mindlessly collecting daily game bonuses and the next instant his DDD was falling into the street as he stared at your unmoving figure.

You were still breathing, however, there was no time to stop and confirm that. Every kind of anxiety bubbled its way to the surface as Leviathan’s body moved on its own. His teeth clacked together and he couldn't swallow. His tail lashed from side to side, cracking like a whip as heavy raindrops began to flood the alleyway.

Whoever did this was not going to escape. As though playing through a game he'd beaten a dozen times before, the Avatar of Envy’s eyes expertly locked on to his target. For a moment, all they did was stare at each other. The creature’s grin narrowed along with Leviathan’s eyes, and by the time it decided to escape Leviathan had already decided on its fate.

The creature got swept off its feet by a rising flood that came out of nowhere. Even if it could breathe under water, it would not survive the pressure for long.

Leviathan turned his back to hover over you, gloved hands shaking. A deluge cascaded down the alleyway, sparing only the two of you in your own little magic bubble. Heavy stones that had sat for centuries were carried away like pebbles. Building foundations cracked. The roar of water was deafening and drowned out the airless screams of your pursuer, but Leviathan could only hear the heartbeat pounding in his own ears. What was he going to do? What could he do?

A trickle of water had soaked through the dirt, turning part of the dry ground beneath you to mud. Unacceptable. Before he could even think of a proper plan, Leviathan scooped you into his arms and leaned you against him, cradling your head in the least awkward way he could imagine.

“H-hey… Say something?” It was hard for him to talk with tears welling up in his eyes that he couldn’t wipe away. He feared you were past the point of responding. His hands shook and his throat tightened.

The world sounded quiet inside the bubble, aside from Leviathan’s whimpering. You groaned and tried to move your foot, which swelled uncomfortably in its shoe. Leviathan nearly dropped you in relief.

Water, which had just begun receding outside, began falling anew from his eyes as he shakily repeated, “you’re alive! You’re alive!” and nuzzled his forehead against you.

Satan

Wrath flowed through Satan like wet ink on a page. If you asked him later what exactly happened, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. It was a blur to both you and him.

As soon as he laid eyes on you, weak and beaten and alone, Satan called your name. You didn't respond. He dug his nails into his palm, coiled his tail tightly around his leg, and called your name again. After the third time, he saw your finger move and could breathe.

Reason could wait for later. Something stirred in the shadows behind you and Satan really needed a punching bag.

The air grew thick with curses stacked upon curses, layered over one another into deadly combinations that would haunt a being into their afterlife. Though you weren’t the intended recipient, it became a miasma that settled over your skin like a fine blanket and turned your thoughts to haze.

Satan lashed out verbally, speaking the spells you couldn’t and damning the creature into a personal hell of his creation. He shouted his voice hoarse. When the creature could no longer move, or speak, or do anything, Satan tore it apart limb from limb. To complete and total shreds that could never be pieced back together again, until his fury ran its course and gave way to more unpleasant feelings. Desperation, worry, guilt and grief.

He was still mad. Mad at you for not summoning him sooner. Mad at himself for not being there when you needed him. Mad at the universe for being so cutthroat and unforgiving, for allowing such a thing to happen in the first place. It was a deep pit of unpleasantness and you were the one spark of hope that could keep him sane.

He couldn’t let that spark go out. Satan crouched next to you, hovering his hands over your injuries. “It’s okay now,” he said. “It’s gone. I’ll get you home.”

Where was he supposed to touch? He tried to puzzle out the best way to lift you without causing more pain, but no matter what he did, it would hurt. You cried out upon realizing your shoulder was dislocated and ankle most likely broken, shattering his heart into more pieces as he sifted you in his arms.

Satan grit his teeth once more and buried his face in your hair. He gripped you a little too hard, justifying it with the idea that it would stop your bleeding. “I’m sorry it hurts, but hang in there for now. You can be mad at me later.”

Asmodeus

“Hey, hon?”

Asmodeus sounded unnervingly calm. His usual bubbly demeanor was gone. That consistent high pitched energy he brought to every conversation had shifted. You thought you were hearing things. Maybe an angel was talking to you.

“Hon, I need you to look at me.”

Eyelids that felt like steel curtains refused to cooperate. Every time you wrestled your eyes open a smidge, they would fall shut again, blocking out the overstimulating world around you with a deep darkness.

“Stay with me, hon. Look at me. That’s right, just like that.”

You could barely make out Asmodeus’ gorgeous face practically glowing above you. Everything was too bright, and your ears rang as he continued, his voice ever so slightly cracking, “Look only at me and nothing else. Can you do that?”

Some noise of agreement welled out of your throat and Asmodeus grinned sadly. His beautiful demonic form took up your entire vision as your senses gradually, painfully, returned. You realized you were standing, propped up on your own two injured legs but leaning heavily into the crook of Asmodeus’ upper arm. His elbow provided support for your lower back and his hand stretched out between your shoulder blades.

There was a horrible gurgling sound close by, punctured by chokes and desperate gasps and the occasional snap. Your limited line of sight trailed down Asmodeus’ neck and followed his outstretched arm. You craned your neck, willing it to move, to see what was in his hand.

“Ah-ah, eyes on me,” he reminded you, sweet as sugar. “You don’t have to look at anything else. Everything will be okay. Just focus solely on me, and then we can go home and take a nice bath together.”

You would have nodded if you could. Placing your whole attention on Asmodeus’ face gave you something to focus on other than the horrendous pain. He was looking at something just out of view with a cold concentration, yet every few seconds his eyes would flick towards your direction. The gurgling noise got weaker and weaker until, finally, Asmodeus dropped the unseen object in his hand and swept you off your feet, relieving your legs from having to strain any further.

“You did so well,” he cooed, brushing a strand of hair behind your bleeding ear. You had so many injuries. You’d need a whole lot of prescription kisses to get better, per doctor Asmodeus’ orders.

A light gust fanned your face as he flapped his wings, preparing for liftoff. “Eyes on me until we’re home, okay? Don’t look down, even for a second.”

Beelzebub

You had lost consciousness. Though, for how long was uncertain. The ground was shaking when you came to and you could see the sky again. The stars spinned. Your arms throbbed, one from its wounds and the other because you had collapsed on top of it, temporarily cutting off its circulation.

Everything was a total mess and loud noises bounced off what few walls remained on the street. Crunching, snapping, bones splitting in half. Seeing as you were still in one piece, the creature must have found something else to play with. Dust from the rubble billowed up in massive clouds. You hoped to escape under its cover through one of the now-destroyed buildings.

There was a chilling roar. A shout so loud and full of emotion it made the ringing in your ears sound quiet. You were temporarily paralyzed in fear, but the small bit of hope inside of you forced you to drag your leg up and move in order to crawl to shelter.

The sensation was grueling. You winced and gasped and tried to resist crumpling back up on the ground when suddenly, the sound stopped and something hurried your way.

A familiar tall silhouette with familiar red hair and black horns. An unfamiliar red and black streak shining in the starlight coated the front of his shirt. His wings twitched, shedding drops of blood that flecked the ground. 

“You’re alive.” Beelzebub said it more for his own validation than yours. He rubbed his eyes to stop tears from welling up any further. It quickly dawned on him that his hands were covered in gore, which he quickly tried to hide by smearing the viscera on his pants.

Your mind was still out of sorts and you instinctively cowered when he rushed to your side. Beelzebub froze. He couldn’t see the pained expression you wore with your face turned towards the ground, but he saw how your entire body shook with its final traces of adrenaline. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, approaching you more cautiously. “I should have come sooner. No, I should have walked home with you from the start.”

Beelzebub was not used to fragile things. He bent over you like a giant shield, blocking out the destruction he had caused. It was quiet. He dislodged a rock stuck to your shirt and studied all the cuts he was too late to prevent.

The calm allowed your brain stop racing enough to finally recognize him as a friend. You reached out a hand and he picked you up with as light a touch he could muster, supporting your aching knees and keeping your head nestled against his chest as he hugged your shoulders. The wet spot on his shirt was drying. 

"You don't have to worry now," Beelzebub told you. "I'll take care of everything."

Belphegor

You couldn’t see a thing.

Somebody grabbed you from behind. Warm, slender fingers covered your eyes and a voice in your ear stated, “It’s okay. All of this is a bad dream.”

It did not feel like a dream. A banshee-like shriek pierced through the air and you thought your heart would stop. The grip on your face got tighter, almost suffocating. The whole world was dark.

“Everything is just fine,” Belphegor continued. “You’re having a nightmare but it will all be over soon.” 

You were dragged back into a corner, away from the middle of the road. The Avatar of Sloth worked to get you somewhere safe first and foremost. Your shoes skid over the stone ground, sending jolts of pain up your knees as he instructed, “Keep your eyes shut.”

You settled into an uncomfortable slouched position against a cold wall. Belphegor tried to make things better, he knew a thing or two about comfort, but every position was uncomfortable in your state. His hand slid down off your face, making sure your heavy eyelids stayed closed, and you heard footsteps walk away from you. The soft tuft of Belphegor’s tail lingered by your leg just a second longer so you knew he was going to return.

“Disgusting,” he muttered. You didn’t hear it over the shout of agony, something inhuman that got cut off mid-cry. A clear thud indicated something fell to the ground. Then it was kicked.

“Just a bad dream,” Belphegor repeated between kicks. His voice was gentle in an unnatural way. Strained, like he was having a tough time keeping it together. “When you wake up, everything will be fine.”

Thud followed thud. It became rhythmic, like counting sheep, and it got more violent before it finally stopped.

Your own continuous pants of distress continued until Belphegor came back and gently pat your head. You did good, holding out this long and keeping your eyes shut for him.

“We’re going to share lots of good dreams together from now on, aren’t we?” he asked as he brought you against his shoulder and helped you stand, bearing most of your weight so your wounded feet were spared. “Forget all about this nightmare. When you open your eyes, you'll be safe and warm in bed with me.”

[sarahmmmmm29]

Roger Main Story Spoilers

The MC seemed really eager to reject this man.

[zephyrchama]

"I was in the middle of something," Lucifer stated. He frowned and glowered at you, displeasure radiating from his narrowed eyes. He felt even taller and more imposing than usual. This powerful demon was pissed off. One wrong word and somebody was getting tied up. Perfect.

"Tell me why you summoned me," he ordered. "You have three seconds."

"They won't let me have a turn to play," you said immediately, pointing at the gaggle of suddenly scared demons huddling in front of the TV, game controllers clutched in their hands.

Lucifer didn't turn his head. He only moved his eyes towards the pathetic bunch as everyone began talking over each other at once.

"I-I was on a winning streak...!" Leviathan stammered. "And I'm the host! The host can't leave the game!"

Mammon's excuse was, "I didn't wanna do anythin' to make Satan madder! Dude was about to flip!"

"Levi hit me with a blue shell and I will have my revenge," Satan grumbled. Leviathan tried to shift away, but didn't want to get any closer to Lucifer and wound up with his back to the wall.

"Why didn't you give up your controller, Mammon?" Belphegor asked into his older brother's ear. He was gripping Mammon's shoulders like a shield. "This could have been avoided if you weren't so greedy."

"I was just about to score big! Why didn't you hand over the controller, hah? You were losin', anyway."

Belphegor refused to answer that and switched his target to Leviathan. "The host should've been more accommodating and given everyone a turn to play."

The four of them didn't have long to bicker, as their voices died down the instant Lucifer declared, "Enough."

He wasn't loud, but there was something in his tone that warned everyone not to make another peep. You crossed your arms, proud of your decision to tattle to Lucifer. He would surely mete out justice fair and square.

"I'm confiscating your game until you all learn to act like adults," he decided.

"What!?"

Everyone shouted, including yourself. Lucifer finally moved. He pushed past his brothers like they were air and unplugged the game. The screen flickered to a blank blue screen. Instead of taking the disk out, he simply picked up the entire gaming console, tucked it under his arm, and began to leave the room. Leviathan wanted to protest yet kept his mouth shut.

Lucifer paused in the doorway to warn you, "Do not summon me for such petty matters again."

It was your turn to scowl. You didn't even get a chance to play, and you had half a mind to summon Lucifer right back into the room to complain some more.

Leviathan, Satan, Mammon, and Belphegor all sighed, half in disappointment and half in relief. That could have gone way worse. At least nobody got strung up, and nothing got destroyed. They were bummed out, but the night was still young.

Satan was even calm again. He rescued the mood with a suggestion. "Belphie and I stole a bottle of Lucifer's premium demonus last week. Shall we keep going with a drinking game?"

[collecting-dustbunnies]

Obey Me Fandom Survey!

Obey Me! Fandom Research on Game Engagement and Character Preferences

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