How do you think the Obey Me brothers would hug MC from behind in an innocent way? :3
Lucifer - probably doesn't ever openly ask for a hug, so he'd be the type to give back hugs bc he's embarrassed <3 when he does open his arms up for you to come into, he's pink in the face and will be avoiding eye contact. Will act like he hates when you come into his office to bother him and sit yourself in his lap just to hug him, but in reality, he's melting <3
Mammon - clingy baby™️ lmao. He'd be the type to always be touching you, always have his arm draped around you to keep you close. His favorite types of hugs are when he can tuck his face into your shoulder or chest. He loves being close to you and loves smelling your natural scent <3
Levi - also very clingy. He'd definitely be the type to always wanna skip class or whatever to stay in bed and cuddle. Loves to be the little spoon and when you hug normally, he likes to go around your waist while you go around his shoulders. The height difference might make that a lil hard, but he doesn't care. It's his fav
Satan - always always always gives you a hug in the morning and then again in the evening at least. He's not super affectionate but he's also not cold either. If you're the cuddly type, he's all for it (and will tease you about being like a cat that loves to be curled up in his lap). If you're not, he'll still tease you for being like a cat but this time for not being overly affectionate and being independent. He likes to hug you from behind as he holds a book in front of you both. You don't have to read it with him, it just makes him happy to know you're there with him.
Asmo - do I even need to explain? Lmao mans is obsessed with you so he's always up on you. He's the type where if you don't give him his good morning or good night kiss he's going to be grumpy and unreasonable. He's 9/10 always draped over you, just glued to your back as you cook, do homework, watch tv, literally whatever. It doesn't matter where you are either. If baby wants a hug, baby gets a hug 😌💅
Beel - sweetest most gentle most precious baby ever!!! Literally will become 🥺 every time he wants to give you a hug. Gets all blushy when you hug him too and gets the dopiest smile ever!!! Sometimes he doesn't want to bother you when he suddenly gets the urge to hold you, so he'll just keep it to himself and sit there like 🥺🥺🥺 UGH (Y/N) STOP BEING SELFISH AND HUG HIM. No but seriously he loves hugs and would literally kill a man in order to get one from you. He's a (gentle) giant, so he always ends up swallowing you with his body whenever he hugs you. Inventor of the bear hug. OMG HES THE TYPE TO PICK YOU UP AND SWING YOU FROM SIDE TO SIDE OR LITERALLY TWIRL YOU. He can pick up 939539481481 lbs so you're literally like a feather to him
Belphie - similar to Lucifer, he doesn't really like asking for hugs. He will, however, ask for cuddles and yes he will die on that hill. Sometimes he won't even ask. Sometimes he'll literally be like "(Y/n), c'mere" and as soon as you reach him, he's tugging you down to cuddle with him. When you two share a bed, he will literally hold you through the entire night. There is no "oh we separated in the night while we were sleeping." Nah g he's holding on for dear life. (Plus you help him with his nightmares 🥺👉👈)
To be clear. I don’t want “our past love ended in betrayal and anger and now we hate each other.” I want “we died in love and in each other’s arms” but the current incarnations do NOT remember and they ARE trying their best to End the other one and these new sudden flashbacks to lovingly holding each other’s hands is EXTREMELY UPSETTING
Could I ask for some angst HCs for the brothers with an MC that gets cursed to have wings that look exactly like the brothers wings used to look like before they fell? Like, it’s practically a mirror image of what they once had, and MC seems to have all the personal strengths they did when using them as well. (Ex. Lucifer could fly the farthest distance in the shortest time out of anyone, Asmo was capable of doing acrobatic tricks, Bel had incredible stamina, etc. etc.)
A/N: Thanks, Anon! This is an interesting request and made me think about what the brothers' strengths would've been as angels. This almost feels like the angel event, but mirrored.
Content warnings: not much. Hurt/comfort. Mentions of the fall and previous injuries to wings. Significant muscle pain for MC in Lucifer's section.
Mammon
Mammon's wings were set against his mid back, long, slender and deceptively delicate in their appearance. The primaries were tipped with gold. Not bright, not gaudy, but a subtle shimmer.
That was what Mammon’s wings were. It was what your wings are.
Mammon was relieved that the curse wasn’t anything that could hurt you. When he’d seen the magic hit you, his heart had stopped - he couldn’t even remember what he’d yelled in that moment, but it must’ve been loud if the way his throat felt raw afterwards meant anything.
You’d collapsed to your knees and he’d run to you, the back of your shirt torn to shreds and a bright golden light - a mockery of celestial light - shining from your back.
The wings were fully formed before he could reach you.
Mammon couldn’t think about it in the moment. The familiarity hit him but he couldn’t process it, not when there was a sorcerer still cackling, not when you were still in danger.
It was only later, after Mammon scooped you up and flew straight to Lucifer, when he was assured you were fine but the curse would remain, that he let it hit him.
Mammon didn’t hate that he was a demon now. He hated what he’d lost to get here, he hated that the greed that already existed in him was now that much harder to control, but he didn’t hate being a demon. His new form had taken some getting used to, but the leathery wings gave him the strength and speed of his old self.
So he didn’t understand why it bothered him.
He didn’t want to let you know it did. You’d just been in a serious fight. If that curse was anything worse, if their enemy had decided to kill you instead of just fuck with you-
So he just... didn't tell you.
And Mammon was the best to help you, wasn’t he? When you overbalanced, unused to your new limbs. When you knocked stuff over because you took up more space than you had before. When you wanted to try and fly, Mammon could teach you how to control every muscle, how to manoeuvre your feathers to catch the wind, how to land without crashing.
He could tell you all his old weaknesses, too. How his wings would get tired after a few kilometres unless he went slow. How the left primaries would stick out to much if they caught a gust. How rain more than a light drizzle effectively grounded him, the feathers damp and his wings - your wings - shivering.
You were a natural. It was like the wings had always been a part of you.
More than that though, you were fast.
Mammon was the only one who could keep up with you. You grew braver, the curse lasting for days, weeks, turning to months. You tried flips, you tried twirls, you tried all the little tricks Asmo would encourage you to, but anyone could see your true strength was your speed.
A sprinter, just like Mammon had been.
It’s been millennia since the fall. Mammon hadn’t thought about his time as an angel this much in centuries, but watching you - the triumph on your face when you managed a new trick, the joy of flight, how radiant you looked with his old wings…
Mammon still didn’t miss the Celestial Realm. But he remembered the soft brush of feathers, of preening with his brothers, of flying with the sun kissing his skin instead of the cool night air.
His brothers respected that he didn't want to tell you - even as Lucifer eyed you both with clear concern, the eldest watching as Mammon winced when you turned your back to him.
Mammon took a lot of pictures. The curse wore off eventually - but he would still bring you to the sky whenever you asked.
It was bittersweet to see his old wings again. But if there was anyone that could make old wounds hurt a little less, if there was anyone he could make new, better memories with, it was you.
Leviathan
Levi's wings were considered a bit of an oddity in the realm. Somewhat smaller for an angel of his strength, feathers all smoothed out in the same direction, the joints oddly flexible yet capable of locking in place.
He was fast, but not the fastest. He could fly for long distances, but not the furthest. He did excel in his tolerance of different weather conditions, though that was mostly a side effect of his true strength.
Levi could dive.
Levi's speed when diving was hard to match - a sudden swoop that made him a terrifying opponent on the battlefield. But it wasn't just air that he could dive through, it was water.
Most angels didn't like getting their feathers wet, but Levi had loved it.
Levi and his younger siblings used to have competitions on who could dive the deepest in the many lakes of the Celestial Realm. Levi always won - but he learned to hold himself back when he surfaced one day to find Lucifer and Mammon frantically preparing to dive while Asmo tried to calm down the panicking twins.
Levi missed his wings.
He would never regret fighting for his family, but the first sick, nauseating experience of his sin rising within him as a demon was the realisation that some of his brothers had kept their wings.
So when you stumbled back home dragging his old wings behind you, Levi could only stick around for long enough to know that you were okay before he retreats to the safety of his room.
Levi's envy rose in his throat, blocking his breath and making his stomach lurch. He can't, he won't, expose you to that.
Levi wasn't sure whether or not the fact that the wings looked beautiful on you made it better or worse.
You sought him out late that night - Levi thought that maybe the curse would've been broken. But when he opened the door, there you were, wings tipped with blue.
The joints twitched, the feathers shuddered.
"I didn't want to bother you, I just- I can't control them, and-"
"O-okay."
Levi sat behind you, staring at his old wings sprouting from your back. He could see the way the muscles rippled, the way your shoulders tensed.
Levi took a deep breath.
Preening feathers, massaging someone's wings. Levi hadn't done this in centuries, yet his hands seemed to remember what to do. He brought your awareness to each individual muscle in the wings, focusing on the joints. His voice, so quiet he could barely hear it, instructed you to relax. Your tense shoulders slowly dropped, you started to lean back into his touch.
When his, your, wings finally stilled, Levi dropped his hands to his lap.
It would take about a month for the curse to wear off, you told him.
Levi wasn't going to be able to avoid you for a whole month.
Maybe he could at least take advantage of this time with you.
Teaching you how to fly was an issue - he couldn't be in the air with you, so all instructions had to be on the ground or shouted up. But he wouldn't let anyone else do it - who else would know what to do?
It was a crash course - sometimes literally, but Levi was always there with a few healing potions to fix you up. He walked you through take-off, landing, maintaining your position. Finally, with a week left, he taught you to dive.
Levi waited in the center of a Devildom lake, keeping the waves smooth and the temperature lukewarm. His wings could withstand much harsher conditions - but they were attached to his human, and he would take no chances.
He watched you hovering above - a wave showing that you were ready.
Levi dived, his strong tail propelling him below the waves, the moonlight quickly filtering out into darkness. He waited 1, 2, 3 seconds-
And then you broke through the surface, diving deep down to join him, your arms in perfect position, your wings lightly spread but held close to reduce your speed at impact, your eyes squeezed shut.
Levi called your name, the syllables warping and distorting in the water, his voice echoing and carried by the currents.
You were expecting it when he grabbed onto your arms, turning you upright and guiding you to the surface, keeping an eye on your breath as it slowly released, your wings held close to you to avoid drag-
You gasped when your head rose above water and Levi held you, relaxed, to keep you both at the surface.
"How do you feel?" Levi questioned, moving so your back was leaning against his chest, his tail powerful enough to keep you both on the surface.
"A little dizzy." You leaned your head back to smile at him, and now Levi felt self-conscious - flushing, the ripples on the surface appearing as his tail moved faster below. "But I'm not hurt. Can we try that again?"
"Seriously?"
Levi still ached looking at your wings, but with you he could try and focus on the good. He got to share a part of himself with you he'd thought he'd lost forever, and that was worth far more.
Beelzebub
Beel's wings were large. The only brother that had him beat was Lucifer, and that was only due to his position as the Seraphim.
As such, Beel's wings were best for long distances. Sustained, steady flight. Even from a young age, Beel found himself carrying Belphie and Lilith around once they got tired.
Beel had been proud of his wings... until that day.
His wings were strong, but they weren't built for the same speeds as Mammon. He couldn't turn as easily as Asmo. Still, no one could ever have called Beel slow.
And yet he hadn't been fast enough.
Beel's new wings were... different. More fragile. They couldn't sustain the same height, the same distance. Beel was grateful he still had wings - he knew how keenly Belphie felt their loss - but it still hurt.
So when he saw them on you, Beel had... mixed feelings.
Beel was glad that you were okay, knowing how badly you could've been hurt. The curse that hit you was no weak thing.
And Beel... he liked his wings on you. They weren't adjusted to your size, comically large. When you wrapped them close to you, mostly to avoid knocking into anything, it felt like you were wrapping yourself in him, that he was keeping you safe.
Beel took care of your wings, teaching you how to move each of the muscles and how the joints stretched.
Beel massaged out the pain in your back from carrying two new, heavy limbs.
Beel shoved more food in your direction to support the new energy requirements that carrying the weight of his old wings brought you.
Focusing on taking care of you took his attention away from himself.
Beel grieved. He grieved for what he had lost, he grieved for what he could never have again.
But Beel grieved quietly. It wasn't your fault you'd been hit with this curse. Avoiding you wasn't an option, so Beel just tried to help you as much as he could and wait for the curse to wear off.
Asmo
Asmo didn't feel like he'd lost much most of the time.
His old wings were similar to his new ones. Sure, as an angel he had feathers, but he retained the same abilities he'd always had. He flipped, he twisted, he weaved between trees and buildings and played hard to get.
So why did seeing those old things on you hurt?
Asmo's demon wings were cute - his angelic ones had been beautiful. Plain white on the surface, but in the light - and there was always light in the Celestial Realm - they shone iridescent, radiating light.
The Devildom moon lent your wings a much more subtle glow. Ethereal, soft, and yet it still stood out beautiful in the darkness of the Devildom’s night.
Asmo preened your wings to perfection. Curiosity led his fingers to the places he had loved to be touched all those years ago, noting your little sighs, the way your wings fanned and fluttered. You hadn’t had them for long enough to properly control them, so they showed your every emotion.
It was cute.
Sharing the Devildom sky with you was an experience. Asmo held your hand, flying slightly lower to guide you. He talked through each movement, how to handle sudden gusts of wind and how to land gracefully.
Tricks were a little harder - getting your head used to flight was already a process, teaching you how to flip without nearly throwing up was another issue entirely.
Asmo laughed with you, cheered with you, shared your joy and delight at every triumph.
It... it hurt, seeing his beautiful wings again. But they looked better on you than they had on him.
These dark, draconic wings suited him best - and Asmo wouldn't trade the chance to meet you and be with you for the Celestial Realm.
Asmo wasn't the Jewel of the Heavens anymore. But he was still beautiful and as a demon, he had the one thing his angel self never could have - you.
Belphie
Belphie's wings had burned off as he fell.
All the better. He would've ripped them off himself if he'd kept them.
Belphie hated any reminders of his time in the Celestial Realm. Those traitors had taken away his sister, and while he now knew she'd survived that didn't change his resentment. The war, Lilith leaving them, Beel's pain, it all happened because of their father. Because of the Celestial Realm.
It took him a moment to even recognise the wings you sport - a pale white on the inside feathers, a mottled grey and brown on the back - as his old ones. It was like having the mirror flipped on him, seeing himself as everyone else does instead of what he'd always seen in the glass.
Belphie made sure you were okay.
Then he hid in the attic.
Just talking about his feelings had never really been an option for Belphie. He didn't even know where to start with this one.
He'd been... moving on. Getting over it wasn't the right way to put it but he'd been moving forward, leaving behind some of the pain he'd held close because he thought it was the only thing left of his sister.
He’d been learning to love you. Finding where you fit against the real him, not just the boy in the attic. Tearing apart everything he’d told himself when his mind was stuck in a spiral of grief and resentment, building back up the image of you and him.
Now he couldn’t even… how could he even look at you?
It wasn't fair.
Belphie was a quiet ghost in the house, drifting through. Trying to avoid you. He didn’t know what his reaction would be and he can’t risk hurting you again.
Naturally, you forced the issue.
You walked into the attic and waited for him to respond, even as he pressed his face against the pillows, his tail twitching through the air.
"Y'know, I've been thinking..." you began, uncertain, and Belphie stills. "The colour pattern here - in the human world, it would camouflage you pretty well while you were flying. Looking up you'd look like part of the clouds, and from above you could be part of the terrain..."
"...Yeah." Belphie lifted his head just enough to see parts of you through the pillows he's surrounded himself with - your leg resting on the blanket, your chin turned towards him, your arm resting on a pillow. Not a feather in sight. "It worked in the Celestial Realm too. Better, because it was so bright. It was how I snuck out so often."
"Oh?"
Your voice was soft, curious - an invitation. Belphie burrowed himself into the pillows once more and you shifted like you were going to leave until-
"Lilith was the same, but she had more gold. She always had to sneak out where the sun was brightest."
"There are birds in the human world that pull the same trick."
"...Which ones?"
Talking with you was easy so long as he couldn't see the wings.
Eventually Belphie worked up the courage to pull his face from the pillows.
Remembering the Celestial Realm didn't hurt so much when he was with you.
Lucifer
Unlike his brothers, Lucifer's wings hadn't burned off in the fall. He'd ripped them off himself.
Four had grown back, leaving two ragged, deep scars on his back where the final pair had once been.
Lucifer had never questioned what had happened to his wings after that. They could've rotted without their angelic host, they could've been kept as a souvenir in Diavolo's basement. It was hard to believe any part of him could truly die like that, but in the confusion of that day - with Lilith, with Satan, with his brothers falling from the sky like shooting stars - he hadn't had time to concern himself with such a trivial matter.
All that to say - when he saw you struggling under the weight of six giant wings, there was a moment where he really thought-
Lucifer began the search for a way to break the curse almost immediately. Not because of any pain seeing those wings caused him, he told himself. His only concern was the physical toll the curse had on you.
Six wings was a great weight to bear, physically - the curse could only do so much in developing the extra muscles needed on your back, the joints and blood supply, to support so many significant additions to your form.
You were effectively bed-bound, lying on your stomach or your side. Walking any distance was an effort, not to mention the logistical problems of dragging six wings behind you everywhere.
Lucifer, as an seraph, had had few issues with his wings. The Celestial Realm was designed for those such as him, large rooms and wide doorways to stretch out his feathers, and his strength was enough that they did not impede him.
In truth, the six wings weren't for flying - his own power had managed that - but signified his status. Not just a seraph, but the favoured son. The right hand of his father.
Physically, they'd been no burden on him. But they'd acted as shackles, chained him to his father's will, to the realm he'd revolted against.
When they had not burned, Lucifer had ripped them off. The clearest rejection he could think of. A promise to never return.
He only prayed - he only hoped that you would not have to experience such pain to relieve you of your curse.
He knew the curse would wear off on its own in a month's time. Still he worked, desperate to spare you even an hour's pain.
"Lucifer," you began one evening as he once again examined the curse, poking and prodding for any weakness. "Can you take me flying, after this?"
Lucifer’s hands stilled. The magic at his fingertips faded and burst into being anew, this time a gentle, healing light. You sighed as his spell took away the worst of the pain.
“Anywhere you’d like to go. I swear it.”
“…Are you mad at yourself, somehow?” Your voice was a soft murmur. The wings - the pain - hadn’t just weighed down your body. It was as if every part of you was slowly being crushed - your back, your voice, your smile.
“I dislike the idea of any part of me hurting you.”
Again went unspoken between you.
Lucifer watched as you tried to build up the energy to argue - but eventually you sighed and sunk back down into the bed, Lucifer massaging the tender and bruised muscles on your back, magic still taking away the pain.
“Take me somewhere I’ve never seen,” you told him, “and we’ll call it even.”
Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut. He did not wish to show weakness, not now, not when you needed him to be strong.
“It’s a deal.”
Bonus: Satan
The single pair of large, pure white wings on your lower back weren't commented on.
Lucifer didn't mention it.
No one else was brave enough to.
But Satan knew.
And when he looked at you, he wondered what it would feel like to fly.
Started writing a WiP from a while ago. Got closer to finishing it. Decided to start a whole new thing instead. Enjoy lol
Obey Me! Characters - to live or not to live? Each character's reaction to your humanity, mortality, and inevitable demise.
Except... I only did the four oldest brothers because I have WiPs to be working on lmao. Kiiinda tempted to do Diavolo and Barbatos but also... lol. is it really a question what either of them would do? XD
Lucifer - Live
Not even a question for him. Sure, he respects you - but also, deep, deep down, he respects Mammon, he respects Diavolo, and he still strings the both of them up whenever he thinks they fucked up.
If you want to become immortal, fantastic; even if you're with one of his other brothers, he's probably the one who organizes or assists with the process the most.
If you don't want to become immortal, well, you'll have forever to change your mind about that. If you'd died then you'd never be able to.
The oldest brother is no stranger to playing the villain. If you decide you hate him forever for making you immortal, he's hurt, he really is, and you can make him feel very very guilty... but he'd always do the same thing over again.
There's nothing in the world Lucifer would put above the lives of his loved ones. Not his feelings or your own.
He has made his peace with Lilith's death, but that doesn't mean he would ever, ever let anything like it happen again. It doesn't matter if you never forgive him; he would never forgive himself if he could have saved you, and chose not to.
Mammon - Live
He struggles a bit more with it. Of course, if you're willing to become immortal, he's over the moon! You might not realize it, but he worries about this more than you realize. The thought that one day, he'll wake up, and you won't be there... it haunts his nightmares.
If you don't want to do it? Mammon's going to be seriously torn. He'll argue with you a lot, and he's also not as persuasive as some of his other brothers could be.
But ultimately, if you don't agree, no matter what he says... he'll get Lucifer to make you immortal anyways. Mammon would be willing to lure you in a trap on his own, if he needs to, but if you're too clever for him to accomplish it without help, then he'll get help.
He can't do it. He can't watch you die again, hold your dead body in his arms. He wants to do so many things with you, he wants to spend so much time with you, and the handful of decades you get as a human just won't cut it.
Leviathan - Die
Our first death on the list. Leviathan doesn't have very good self-esteem on his own, and if the topic of immortality comes up, and you say you don't want to do it, he's immediately going to blame his own perceived unlikability.
Of course, who would want to be with a dumb otaku like him literally forever. That'd be way too much for anyone, let alone a normie like you. You'll probably get bored of him way before you die as a human anyways...
Whatever improvements you've made to his self-esteem, they're not going to fix literal thousands of years of self-deprecation and also being the avatar of envy. He won't take the news well.
Leviathan will do everything he possibly can to make you accept the idea - I doubt he'd actually be actively aware of the guilt slinging he's throwing at you with the whole "oh it's because you don't want me" stuff, but you can bet if he starts to think that will help you make the choice, he'll throw it at you, too - but ultimately, the choice is yours.
He doesn't have Lucifer's confidence, or Mammon's burning desire to fuel his opposition, so all that's left for him to do is respect your decision. He can't stand the thought of you hating him, let alone hating him forever.
Honestly? Possibly also, deep, deep down... At least, if he can't have you forever, himself... then neither will anyone else.
Satan - Die/Live
Satan would probably be the most persuasive one if you were on the fence with the decision. He probably brought the idea up to you in the first place.
If you decide to go along with it, he's going to very thoroughly research each method, the associated difficulties, benefits, etc. and will pretty excitedly discuss the research with you until you settle on one.
If you don't... he researches anyways, and tells you that you're welcome to change your mind whenever you want. Just because you don't like the idea now, doesn't mean your future self will feel the same way.
It could definitely be annoying, but he's not going to force anything on you, and he's much more comfortable to be around than any of his brothers.
Ultimately, if you decide you absolutely cannot become immortal, no matter what, Satan will respect your wishes...
...Until you actually do die, clinically, at least. He'll put his knowledge to use by resuscitating you, probably into an immortal, invulnerable, ageless body.
If you take any issues with that, too bad. You wanted to live out your mortal life, and he let you. Satan knows anger all too well, and he'll wait you out for centuries, for millennia - he has all the time in the world, now...
"he's evil" no he's not. he's just my lil man. ok, maybe a little, but he's still just my funky lil man. "he's killed people" okay, and?? he's just quirky that's all. but he's also got great style, and i think he'd give really good hugs :)
So, Demonus gets demons drunk, and yet it has no effect on humans, yes?
Well, alcohol is basically light poisoning or heavy depending how much you're drinking. SO, what would be poisonous to demons but not humans?
Holy water!
What if Demonus is actually just different beverages with very, very minute concentrations of holy water added? Not enough to kill them, but certainly enough to fuck with their bodies a little bit in a way that resembles drunkenness!
And as to why it seems to affect angels, well, they're actually getting high rather than drunk. Simeon feels very giggly and floaty, plus loses his words -- which is different from his drunkenness off of human-world alcohol in this year's birthday card!
So Demonus contains holy water -- poisons demons, gets angels high, and does nothing to humans! Makes perfect sense.
When Asmo was an Angel, this was the general view of him:
And Simeon says:
Imagine being raised with this image of yourself hanging above you.
Imagine living with this image of yourself for thousands of years.
Imagine being raised under the implication that the closest thing you have to a parental figure, keeps you close because you're beautiful. Under the implication that it was solely your beauty that made him praise you and keep you by his side.
Imagine how much that would have fucked you up.
Satan & Asmo are so fucking similar.
Satan believes his ability to provide knowledge is what makes his existence meaningful.
Asmo believes his beauty is what makes him important to Lucifer (and possibly to everyone)
And it's all so fucking sad.
This whole family is so fucked up I can't deal with this shit
Asmo is someone who desperately wants to be loved.
And he works hard for it in the only way he knows how. In the only was he was told would make him loveable. By making himself look attractive.
But there's a huge con to being as beautiful as Asmo is:
It's very telling that the people Asmo spends time with are always referred to as his "fans" and never his friends
He's put on a pedestal by everyone around him (hell he puts himself on a pedestal ) and he's always expected to look and behave in a very specific way and because of that it'll be rare that someone will be able to reach high enough to ever understand him
Not to mention that the fear of being "so beautiful that no one ever understands me" can easily be dismissed as being shallow by a lot of people.
Plus, these "Shadows" which are their inner fears seem brutally honest so,
when Asmo says he hates himself...
This also reminds me of the creators' first drafts/ideas about the characters. How they were supposed to have more demonic looking forms and how Asmo was supposed to hate his.
Because he made himself look good in the Celestial Realm because he was told that's why Lucifer brought him into and kept him in the family
But then they Fall and he looks like a demon. Like a monster.
And in Asmo's eyes, this means he could lose his family.
So as a demon, he goes above and beyond to make himself look good and I'm gonna fucking cry because with this context, Asmo's desperation during the S2 popularity contest is heartbreaking.
In Asmo's eyes, he was fighting against Lucifer himself to prove he deserves his place in his family
So with all of this context,
Levi calls Asmo "his adorable younger brother" and says he's going to find a way to turn him back to normal
Asmo realises that Levi sounds like his older brother and that he actually sounds cool
And that changes Asmo back to normal
Levi doesn't call Asmo "beautiful". He calls him adorable. And there's such a difference between the two.
You can hit none of the marks for conventional beauty; you could look like a very literal sewer troll but someone could still genuinely find you adorable. Your older brother could still see you as his adorable younger brother.
Being adorable doesn't even have to rely on your outer features. It could fully depend on your personality. Unlike when you call call someone "beautiful", by calling someone "adorable" you're being ambiguous about which aspect of them you're specifically referring to. Usually, you mean them as a whole.
Not to mention that Levi easily stated that Asmo was part of his family without associating it to Asmo's beauty
Anyway, I have a lot of feelings about this lesson :)
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