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"Oh, so.... demons are real, after all?"

Humans probably aren't meant to survive in Hell, they certainly aren't meant to make a home there amongst the devils.

But then again, you are no longer like most other humans, are you?

Kirby; exchange student in the Devildom, displaced in time

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savemebeel

Come get some digital love from your favorite sorcerer 💻🔮

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zephyrchama

Devildom TV is not the greatest.

You changed the channel. A succubus was running across the screen in slow motion. The camera was panning in towards her bust. You changed the channel. A screaming human was being lowered into a boiling cauldron. Tiny demons around him danced and laughed and clapped. You changed the channel.

"Wait, go back. I haven't seen that episode yet," Satan noted.

"It sucks," Belphegor sighed. "The one at Knife Mountain is a lot better but they hardly ever air it."

"The one where they race to see which human falls down the mountain fastest?"

"No, it's a newer one. They throw people at the mountain and try to see who can throw the highest without their human falling off."

You changed the channel. It was a nature documentary. Hellfire was spreading across a barren plain. A basilisk slid into a hole in the ground to escape the flames.

"666 channels and nothing to watch," you remarked. Belphegor and Satan nodded in agreement. You could feel them shifting in boredom on either side of you. The next channel was just black and white static with incomprehensible screeching. You changed it.

"Want to go put tacks on Lucifer's office chair?" Satan recommended.

"Ok," you agreed. Anything sounded better than this. It was as if the act of just watching Devildom TV was a form of torture. Plus, if the two of them got up, the couch wouldn't feel as cozy anymore.

Belphegor stared at the screen. A demon in too much makeup was making a choice between two bachelors. One received a black rose and the other started fake sobbing. He was a really bad actor.

"Sure, why not."

softm0mmy-deactivated20250711

Subby boys that whimper when you grab their hair are gods favourite

(I’m god)

#this @ Satan but I'm grabbing his horns as well

zirconium5351

This was the 2nd fanart of Solomon that I made from last January･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

syazrock

Satan celebrate his own birthday party

cheekpockets

Clean [Satan/Reader] NSFW

TW: FEMALE BODIED READER!, Fingering, Semi-public sex, needy Satan, cum eating Pronouns: You

MDNI

One of the downsides to being on cooking duty, is also being on cleaning up duty. With the sheer amount of food made for the brothers, including Beel who always needs a feast of his own, there's always a lot to get through. It's not exactly the most glamourous of jobs, but you've come to enjoy the peace and quiet doing the washing up gives. The others won't really come near, afraid of being roped into helping with something they don't particularly like doing, and so other than the loud chatter and arguments coming from elsewhere, the kitchen is still.

It's a small moment, a domestic one, but one that says everything is normal and as it should be. No one is in danger, no one is in trouble, there's nothing to shatter the peace and the happiness of the brothers you've come to love and call a family.

You chuckle to yourself. They'd probably find it amusing that a fragile and breakable human such as yourself was thinking that you'd all too ready throw yourself into mortal peril if it was going to protect the seven rulers of hell itself.

special-mooon

And the "Satan Sheep Upside down" bit still lives on

(photo from this years obey me panel at AX)

zirconium5351

No thoughts, just Solomon the witty wizard*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

sheeprad

[Playing Scrabble]

Asmo: I will put my ‘a’ down to make ‘a’.

Levi: I will add to your ‘a’ and make ‘at’.

Mammon: I will add onto your ‘at’ to make ‘rat’.

Satan: I will add onto your ‘rat’ to make ‘biostratigraphic’.

Mammon: *Flips board*

temis-de-leon

It always irked me how every single brother is represented by a real animal, except for Satan, who's represented by a unicorn.

Lucifer is a peacock, Mammon is a crow, Levi is a serpent or a sea snake, Satan is a unicorn, Asmo is a scorpion, Beel is a fly and Belphie is a bull or a cow, I'm not sure.

Of course, some of those make sense, because peacocks may be one of the most flashy birds in existence; crows like shiny things, the Leviathan is a marine monster and Beelzebub is the Lord of Flies.

But the unicorn?? Where does it come from?

So now I've decided that, ages ago, people just misinterpreted the wooly rhino fossil and thought it was a mystical creature.

That's it. That's my new headcanon.

Born to be an ancient rhinoceros, forced to be a sparkly horse.

evol-ghost

But this is what happened! I know from the Romans to Medieval people they found fossils and assumed they were dead dragons (and other mythical creature)! Sorry I don't know more about this for the other parts of the world, but historically narwhal horns were thought to be unicorn horns. Rich people would pay insane amounts to collect them, for healing purposes I think? (A monarch in Spain was famous for having a dozen, since they were so valuable!)

So there was a long period in history where Unicorns were thought to be real, and they probably are in Obey Me, so it does make sense! Totally agree on the strangeness of Satan being the only myth though, would have been fun to see all of the brothers with their own mythical creature.

katboykirby

Another theory that's held by scholars is that the idea/myth of unicorns came from deer - primary, it originated from real sightings of deer in the wild that had only one horn.

Deer (along with every other member of the cervidae family, like elk and caribou) shed their antlers every winter, and because it's pretty rare for them to shed both antlers together at the same time, it's not uncommon to see them wandering around with only a single "horn." Antlers can also be broken off, through accidents or from fighting with other deer and/or predators.

This happens to practically all horned mammals, like antelope, gazelle, and even domesticated goats. Anthropologists believe this could be one contributor for why unicorns are a myth that can be found all across the world (instead of being isolated to specific regions)

There is also a very well-documented phenomenon of deer (and other horned animals) only ever growing one singular horn/antler throughout their lifetime, due to birth defects or mutations. It's also not uncommon for these singular horns to grow from much closer to the center of the skull - take a look at these examples and tell me that people who lived hundreds of years ago wouldn't think they were unicorns!

As for why a unicorn was used to symbolise/represent Satan specifically...the reason most likely comes from medieval portrayals of unicorns (mostly from the UK and Wales) where the most common and widespread depiction was of a ferocious, terrifying beast. Unicorns were most commonly shown/believed to be overwgelmingly fierce monsters that were impossible to tame or control. They were said to be able to single-handedly kill an elephant, or even a dragon. This is why unicorns were so popular as heraldry and why it's so common to see them depicted on Coats of Arms.

They were symbols of terrifying might and ferocity, and according to legend they could only be approached by "those who were gentle, innocent, and pure of soul"

Which sounds and awful lot like Satan's relationship with MC - the human known to have an unimaginably "pure" soul that shines so bright it's almost impossible to look at, is the same person that Satan ever allowed to know the real him. MC was the only one who could "tame" (read: soothe and calm) his Wrath, and MC is the first person who helped Satan realise that he was capable of feeling love.

katboykirby

OH I FORGOT TO SAY! In regards to Satan being the only one out of the brothers to be represented by a magical creature (instead of a normal animal, like everyone else)

The best we can do is theorize, but I believe that a likely reason is due to Satan's backstory. Out of all 7 brothers, he is the only one who is actually a "true" or "pure" demon. He's the only one who was born as a demon, while the rest of his brothers were all angels who fell from Heaven the Celestial Realm.

Satan being represented by a mythological creature could be representative of how he is different and not like the others. It reflects how he stands out from the rest of his family (in a bad way, from his perspective) and how he doesn't belong. He's an obvious, awkward outlier who doesn't fit in with the others.

stillstuckinthesimpzone

Obey me be like

temis-de-leon

It always irked me how every single brother is represented by a real animal, except for Satan, who's represented by a unicorn.

Lucifer is a peacock, Mammon is a crow, Levi is a serpent or a sea snake, Satan is a unicorn, Asmo is a scorpion, Beel is a fly and Belphie is a bull or a cow, I'm not sure.

Of course, some of those make sense, because peacocks may be one of the most flashy birds in existence; crows like shiny things, the Leviathan is a marine monster and Beelzebub is the Lord of Flies.

But the unicorn?? Where does it come from?

So now I've decided that, ages ago, people just misinterpreted the wooly rhino fossil and thought it was a mystical creature.

That's it. That's my new headcanon.

Born to be an ancient rhinoceros, forced to be a sparkly horse.

evol-ghost

katboykirby

Another theory that's held by scholars is that the idea/myth of unicorns came from deer - primary, it originated from real sightings of deer in the wild that had only one horn.

They were symbols of terrifying might and ferocity, and according to legend they could only be approached by "those who were gentle, innocent, and pure of soul"

#also! medieval depictions of unicorns (particularily from the UK/Wales) also shown them to be a lot more deer-like or goat-like than horses #they're often shown to be skinny/slender (when horses are very thick/stocky/muscular in comparison) especially in the legs #the extra fluffiness and fur around the feet/joints (and the whispy beards) likely comes from goats!#there are lots of different possible origins for unicorn myths! and most experts seem to agree that multiple different animals and phenomena #are responsible for the mythological unicorn across different cultures #deer goats narwhal rhinos etc #if you consider the qilin and kirin as “unicorns” then the possibilities are even wider and more varied

dazzlingrocketeer

Full body illustrations of the Obey Me! demon brothers as bunny boys, for the launch of new apparels produced by MAYLA have been released!

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virelia

Promises of the Seven

ੈ✩ pairing: Brothers x Reader

ੈ✩ summary: With the new Obey Me! game where MC and the brothers are married, these headcanons imagine how each of them might have proposed. From flashy and bold to quiet and sweet, these scenarios show their personalities and the love behind their proposals — just a fun way to picture those special moments before “I do.”

ੈ✩ wc: 4.1k

You’d known something was coming — Lucifer had been quiet lately, but not in his usual cold, aloof way. This was different. He looked at you longer. His touch lingered. And once, you’d caught him staring at the sky with a softness in his eyes that scared you. As if he’d made a decision he could never go back from. Tonight, he led you to the royal gardens at the top of the castle. Not the public one where nobles drank demon wine and whispered gossip — this one was sacred, tucked away beyond enchanted gates that only opened for blood and vow. You felt the magic curl around your skin as you entered, the air thick with ancient energy. The sky stretched wide above, dark and endless, and beneath it, the garden bloomed in silence. Midnight flowers — Nocturnis Lux, they were called — shimmered under the moonlight. Lucifer once told you they only bloomed when someone spoke their deepest truth. Now, they opened in waves around you. A string quartet played nearby, hidden behind a curtain of ivy and illusion. The music was haunting — slow, melancholic, composed in a minor key. You didn’t recognize it until halfway through the melody. It was his. You remembered the pages he'd once tucked away in his study, scribbled with passion and pain. He had turned your story into a symphony. Lucifer said nothing at first. He walked beside you, gloved hands clasped behind his back, face unreadable. When he finally stopped, it was beside an obsidian pedestal glowing faintly with enchanted fire — the kind used only for royal rites. He turned to face you, and his expression shifted. The mask cracked. “I had this ring forged from the same obsidian Diavolo’s crown was born from,” he said quietly, slipping the glove from his hand. “It’s imbued with an oath spell — not because I need it to mean something… but because I need you to know that it means everything.” He lowered himself to one knee — not in submission, not in performance, but in honor. His wings shimmered faintly behind him, half-unfurled, as if caught between instinct and emotion. “I once thought eternity was enough,” he said, voice raw. “That pride would sustain me. That duty would fulfill me. But then you came, and I realized… eternity means nothing without someone to make it feel like home.” He opened the ring box. It sparkled like starlight trapped in volcanic stone — elegant, dark, timeless. “I am Lucifer, First of the Fallen. I have rebelled, ruled, and been broken more times than I’ll ever admit. But tonight, I offer you the only part of myself I’ve never given away. My heart. My future. My eternity. Will you marry me, MC?” You didn’t speak at first — you couldn’t. Tears blurred your vision, but you nodded, stepping forward and taking his hand. It trembled. “Yes,” you whispered. The garden responded — flowers blooming wildly around your feet, music rising into crescendo. Lucifer stood, cradled your cheek with his bare hand, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips — reverent, slow, full of every vow he didn’t need words for. In that moment, pride ceased to be a sin. It became devotion.

It started like any other ridiculous Mammon plan. He told you to dress up — not fancy, just warm — and meet him outside Devildom’s old carnival grounds at sunset. You expected a half-baked scheme involving cursed games or rare demon snacks. What you didn’t expect was this: The lights of the long-abandoned fairground flickered to life the moment you stepped through the gate. Strings of golden lanterns lit the cobblestone paths. The once-broken Ferris wheel creaked to motion, restored by magic that felt distinctly Mammon-esque — patchy but passionate. “I… uh, borrowed some spell cards,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck when you turned to look at him. “Don’t worry, I returned ‘em. Mostly.” He wouldn’t meet your eyes. Just grabbed your hand like it was the last lifeline he had and pulled you toward the center of the grounds. There, he’d set up a table — crooked, with uneven legs, but decorated with your favorite snacks, old photos of you both, and a little plush version of Goldie wearing a bowtie. “I know it ain't perfect,” he said quickly. “It’s not like Luce’s royal garden or nothin’. But it’s mine. Every light you see? I fixed it. Every charm holding this place together? I cast it. And I did it all for this one thing.” You blinked, stunned. Mammon — who once panicked when you complimented his cooking — was shaking. “I ain’t good with words, okay? I mess stuff up. I run when I’m scared. But not this time. Not with you.” He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a tiny black box. It wasn’t velvet, but it had a tiny golden sticker of a crow on it. Inside was a ring — silver, engraved with a tiny star and your initials. “I ain’t proposin’ ‘cause I think I’m good enough for ya,” he said, voice breaking. “I’m proposin’ ‘cause I wanna try for the rest of my damn life to be.” He dropped to one knee, fumbling the box a little. You heard a whisper from the shadows — probably Beel and Levi, hiding badly. Mammon didn’t notice. His eyes were locked on yours, wild and terrified and beautiful. “MC… Will you marry me?” You knelt down too, cupping his face in your hands. He flinched like he didn’t deserve it, but you kissed him anyway — slow, sure, grounding. “Yes,” you said. “You already won the bet, Mammon. I’m yours.” And behind you, the Ferris wheel lights shimmered into a heart-shaped glow.

He invited you to his room one night, sheepishly texting ahead: "come over pls. new game. v. limited release. u get to beta test lol." You expected a fun co-op adventure. Maybe a dungeon crawler or another otome parody. What you didn’t expect was the way the lights dimmed the second you entered, or how the screen pulsed with ethereal code in violet and gold — his colors. The title screen shimmered: "Player Two: The Game I Can’t Play Without You" "Okay, okay, I know it sounds cringe!" he said immediately, pacing like a trapped sea serpent. "But just — just try it! Please? I worked on this for, like… forever. I even stayed up three nights in a row and drank real coffee. Beel was worried." You took the controller, and the screen dissolved into pixels and stars. The game opened on a digital version of his aquarium, but more surreal — like you’d been submerged in a dream. 8-bit coral glowed. Fish with tiny anime faces swam by, and every level represented a piece of your time together: The first time he let you touch his figurines. That Deviltendo competition you both entered. The night he cried when you said you liked him just the way he was. And then… the final level. A throne room beneath the ocean, lit by moonlight through rippling water. At the center: a lone character — Levi’s avatar, cloak shimmering, holding something small in his pixelated hand. A text box appeared: “I never thought I’d get a second player.” “I always thought I’d be a background character.” “But then you came.” The avatar kneeled. “MC. Will you… stay in my party forever?” The game paused. Then Levi’s hand touched yours — real, trembling. He was holding something. Not a pixel sprite. A real box. Inside was a ring — ocean-blue gem, set in silver that looked like rippling waves. The design was unmistakably his — subtly anime, undeniably heartfelt. "I know I’m not a real hero," he said, barely above a whisper. "I’m not suave like Asmo or noble like Lucifer. But I’ll level up for you. Every day. I’ll protect you. I’ll— I’ll love you until my HP hits zero." Your voice caught in your throat. You pressed your forehead to his. "Yes," you breathed. "I want to be your Player Two. Forever." He blinked fast — once, twice — then let out a laugh that was half-sob, half-joy. And behind you, the screen exploded into golden fireworks and a new achievement badge: “♥ TRUE ENDING UNLOCKED ♥”

It wasn’t a place most people knew. Tucked behind a shifting wall of the oldest library in the Devildom, there was a room sealed by a spell written in forgotten tongues. You once asked if it was real. He only smiled. Tonight, he brought you there. Satan walked ahead of you, fingers tracing the ridges of the wall until the enchantment responded — books shifting, bricks rearranging, like the building itself bowed to his will. With a low rumble, the entrance appeared. “Only opens for truth,” he said softly, stepping aside for you to enter first. The room was unlike anything you’d seen. High ceilings arched above, lined with floating shelves and glowing glyphs. Books hovered like stars in low orbit, their pages whispering softly as if exhaling secrets. And in the center, a circle of warm light, enclosing two chairs and a table set with tea… and a single book, wrapped in velvet. “I wrote this,” he murmured, voice oddly fragile. “It’s not a grimoire or a spellbook. It’s… our story.” He handed it to you, and as you opened it, you realized — each chapter detailed your moments together. Your laughter, your arguments, your silences. Your impact. The final chapter was unwritten. Just a title: “The Beginning of Always.” When you looked up, he was already kneeling. His eyes, usually so sharp and controlled, were full of raw light. “I’ve studied love,” he said, fingers curled around a small box. “I’ve dissected it in literature, tracked it in history, even tried to summon it. But nothing — nothing — prepared me for you.” He opened the box. The ring inside pulsed with a soft, celestial glow. Not flashy. Timeless. “I am not perfect. I still burn. But you…” His voice broke, and he swallowed. “You make the fire something holy.” He lowered his head, golden hair falling forward. “Will you marry me, MC? Will you help me write a life worth living?” The tears in your eyes blurred everything — the books, the walls, even the stars. But his face was clear. Honest. Yours. “Yes,” you whispered. The glyphs around you flared to life — not in warning, but in celebration. Books rustled like applause. And as you embraced him, Satan exhaled against your neck. “For the first time,” he said quietly, “I’m glad I exist.”

The invitation came in pink parchment, sealed with a kiss. Typical Asmo, you thought — until you opened it. “Meet me where we first danced. Midnight. Wear something that makes you feel like your favorite self.” The ballroom was abandoned, long since closed off for repairs. But when you arrived, the door opened for you as if pulled by invisible hands. Candlelight flickered within — soft, golden, warm. He was already there. Not in sequins. Not in silk. Just a simple black suit, his curls loose, his face untouched by glamour. No spell shimmered on his skin. No perfume clung to the air. He was radiant anyway. “You came,” he said, smiling gently. “Even after everything, you still choose me.” You reached for him, but he took your hand instead and pulled you toward the center of the floor. There was no music, yet your bodies swayed — a slow, silent dance in a world reduced to candlelight and breath. “I’ve had lovers,” he whispered into your ear. “Fans. Followers. But they all wanted the idea of me. The fantasy. You… you saw me. Even when I was ugly. Even when I cried. Even when I tried to push you away so you wouldn't see how much I needed you.” He spun you gently, then guided you to a tall, full-length mirror propped at the far end of the ballroom. You stared at your reflection — and gasped. It wasn’t enchanted. But somehow, it showed something more: every moment you’d shared with him flickered through its surface like memories — laughter, tears, kisses. The time he held your hand in silence. The time you stayed by his side after a breakdown no one else saw. “It’s not magic,” he said. “It’s just you. And me. And what we’ve built.” He stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Then slowly — reverently — he knelt, arms still wrapped around you, cheek pressed to your back. “I’m not asking you to love me forever,” he said. “I’m asking you to let me love you. Forever. Not because I’m perfect. But because with you… I want to be real.” He opened a small pink box. Inside was a ring shaped like a blooming rose, the petals formed from soft pink diamonds and warm gold — beautiful, but not overwhelming. Like him, stripped bare. “Will you marry me, MC?” You turned in his arms, kneeling to face him. Tears slipped from his lashes before yours could fall. “Yes,” you whispered. “You’ve always been real to me.” And in the mirror behind you, two reflections glowed softly — not idealized, not filtered. Just true.

He asked you to meet him in the planetarium. Not the grand one open to the Devildom’s elite — but the abandoned one tucked inside the observatory near the edge of the Devildom sky cliffs, where forgotten stars still flickered on mechanical orbits, and the air smelled of dust and old dreams. You found him lying in the center of the domed floor, arms behind his head, eyes open — watching galaxies spin above. He didn’t look up when you entered. He just patted the floor beside him. You laid down. The silence stretched — not uncomfortable, but heavy. Sacred. Time passed like breath. Then, his fingers brushed yours. “I used to come here after Lilith died,” he said, voice low, almost inaudible. “I’d watch the stars and pretend she’d become one. That maybe, if I stared long enough, I could follow her.” You turned your head to face him. His lashes were wet. “I never thought I’d want to stay,” he whispered. “Not really. Even after the war, even after I forgave everyone. I thought I’d just drift until my body gave out.” He paused. Swallowed. “Then you came. And for the first time in eons… I didn’t want to follow the stars. I wanted to build something beneath them.” He sat up slowly, then stood — and reached into the pocket of his hoodie. “I don’t have a box,” he muttered. “Or a speech. But I have this.” He held out a ring — small, dark silver with tiny, faint constellations etched along the inside. At its center was a polished moonstone that shimmered like sleep. “I had it made from starstone. Same kind they use for grave markers in the Celestial Realm. It’s a stone for rest. For endings.” His voice trembled. “But I want this to be a beginning.” He knelt beside you. Not formal. Not poised. Just a boy who once hated the world, daring to love it through you. “I’m not easy to love. I know that. But you make me want to try. So… will you marry me?” You sat up and reached for him, your fingers tangling in his hoodie as you pulled him close. “Yes,” you breathed. “Even if we sleep under the stars for the rest of time — it’ll be enough. You’re enough.” His forehead rested against yours. His breathing hitched. And high above, the planetarium stars paused — as if the heavens themselves were holding their breath for you.

mammonbignaturals

who gave him access to the oven first of all,

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