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.
I just realized that in the game, Mammon says that when he was a kid, he used to be shy and timid. And whenever Mc and him are in an intimate moment he gets all shy and blushy :,) Mc brings out the kid inside him🥹🥹🥹
BF!Mammon who... needs to be near you. Like close. Like touching. No, actually let him in your shirt. Don't be ridiculous of course you can both fit.
BF!Mammon who... is the easiest person for you to be around. Yes, Mammon is loud and chaotic and reckless but you know you're safe. You know you can bring up anything to him, you can truly be yourself because there's nothing in this world Mammon loves more than you.
BF!Mammon who... may not have it right now but he will get it for you. You want that new limited edition bag from majolish? give him a week and you'll see it on your bed. You don't even remember telling him that you wanted the bag.
BF!Mammon who... loves matching. Since being with him your closest has grown with matching shirts, matching necklaces and rings and bracelets. Your keys are filled with little keychains that you two have collected over your adventures.
BF!Mammon who... is never afraid to tell someone about you. Honestly? you don't even have to be brought up. He's already done it. Showing off his D.D.D lock screen with a live picture of you two as you cover his face is small kisses. The photo is blurry and chaotic but anyone can see the joy that radiates off of you two
BF!Mammon who... loves going on late night drives with you. If your stressed out from exams or Lucifer has been on your ass or maybe just the stress from being in the devildom as a human mammon is there with his car keys in hand asking if you want to go out for a drive with him. He always drives more carefully when you're in the car, humans are fragile don't you know? He lets you pick the music, talk his ear off about all of your thoughts and feelings, he even has a special basket in his car his drinks and snacks and blankets only for you.
BF!Mammon who... loves that you stand up for him to his brothers. You see him as more than the avatar of greed or scum or an idiot. If you're going to be wrong you're going to be wrong together. I mean you'll definitely need to tell him what's up when your alone but in public your a united front so YES, the sky in the human world is green sometimes.
BF!Mammon who... at first tries to throw money or gifts at your problems. One time when you were giving him the silent treatment after saying something stupid that hurt your feelings you came home to your room filled with flowers and chocolates and gift boxes. He promptly found everything outside of his door with no note back.
BF!Mammon who... learns overtime his best course of action is to apologize or lose you. Mammon is use to loss, he used to think it didn't affect him. From the fall to the Grimm he's lost to the witches to all the little treasures that he was SURE Lucifer didn't know about that had been confiscated. Mammon never wants to lose you though.
BF!Mammon who... smells like leather, amber, vetiver and musk.
BF!Mammon who... comes home from a particularly hard job to find you lying on your stomach scrolling on your D.D.D waiting for him to get back. He can feel the weight lift off his shoulders as he slips off his shoes and lays his fully body weight against you, melting into you. You twist back to give him a kiss to his temple as he buries his face into your neck.
BF!Mammon who… has you play his “money making song” when he leave for a job. I like tuh by carnage can be heard blasting for him room which is a good indicator to everyone else in the house that Mammon is about to leave for work.
BF!Mammon who… swipes things from the people that piss you off. You don’t even realize he’s doing it at first, not until you see the growing collection of things in the back of his closet.
Woahhhh heyyy I’ll probably do a part two to this if I can think of anything else. I’m also working on a mammon smut right now B). I havent written in a pretty long time but I am having so much fun! Lowkey want to do the same format but nsfw? Idk
The first thing to become alert before being consciously awake is your sense of smell as you breathe in a strong smoky and salty aroma that has a faintly sweet, chocolatey-caramelized scent hidden beneath it. The moment the distinctive smell starts to get over taken by an acrid odor is when you fully wake up. You have breakfast duty today, and so does Mammon, which means he was already beginning without you. Groaning, you pull yourself out of bed, not bothering to change out of the clothes you wore to bed.
As you enter the kitchen, sweet pancake batter wafts over burnt fat and an out-of-tune whistling greets you. Despite the cheerful attitude making you feel better about the early awakening, you offer a groggy greeting as you approach him for a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face into his back. He feels warm and comforting. The way his muscles shift under his shirt as he moves begins to lull you back to sleep standing up.
A soft grip holds one of your hands, and it sends a gentle thrill of exhilaration up your arm and throughout your chest.
"Ya need to wake up. Are you plannin' on makin' me do all the cooking?"
"I could smell you burning the bacon. Why do you think I got up?"
"Hey, I saved the bacon this time! Besides, it's better with some crunch, don't ya think?"
Despite the light banter, you appreciate what he is doing. You stay quiet about it because the silence makes the little things Mammon has started doing for you that he probably thinks you haven't noticed all the more appreciated. Smiling, you take in the moment before helping him prepare the rest of breakfast.
Thinking about Solomon (obey me) and finding solace in him.
You’re a human. You are literally taken without notice to the Devildom. Constantly facing threats one after another, almost dying, constant anger and harassment thrown at you…it never seems to end.
You, who ends up finding comfort in the arms of the sorcerer Solomon.
You’ve been told over and over not to trust him.
You don’t know if you should or not.
But what you do know is this, he’s been the first to offer you help. He’s saved you from Lucifer during the dance.
And in this world, so far away, he reminded you of home.
That sickeningly sweet smell of decadent flesh, carefully paired with a bright savory drizzle of cruor and barrage of soft tissue — all perfectly packaged into an impeccable main course near complete from being served atop a dinner table.
You were torture; Solomon could no longer resist.
His nails scratched the underside of his hardwood desk. Traces of luminous liquid splatter on the floor in spontaneous droplets, singing 'pitter-patter' as the pool casts a mirror-like shine with arrays of blazing candlelight illuminating the study. Speckles and shards of broken glass were scattered everywhere: on the floor, on the table, through cracks, and at the tips of his fingers.
The sorcerer pants, his head hanging low as he tries to catch his breath. What little remained of his beating heart and working lungs staggered nearer to stillness with every 'tick' of the grandfather clock.
It was a day he dreaded most.
With a simple nudge, the bright diamond-shaped vile had loosened from his necklace. His last hope oozed into a small puddle, rendering the potion useless.
Curses were muttered beneath shaky breaths. That vile was airtight for a reason.
"Drat," Solomon's voice cracked, with each gasp of air growing more frantic than the last.
His hand lifts itself up to tangle its fingers within platinum locks, feeling his hair grow thinner with each pulling stroke. Whisked in the air was the rancid stench of oxidized flesh. It tickled his nostrils, making him salivate—
No.
The heavens forbid he turns into the cadaver buried all those centuries ago.
Every twitch of his bright, gray eyes made his irises turn translucent. Every prick of blood trailing from the corner of his lips was accompanied by his severed breathing. Every single sign of life now lost at his fingertips.
You feel the wooden door close shut. It was only you and the human sorcerer. A fellow human, you thought.
"A fellow human," you hoped still.
You could only feel a shudder up your spine. Each subsequent 'tick' had left the other gnawing at the high black collar for his turtleneck.
You open your mouth to say something. Anything.
'Please don't let this be.
Please don't let him be like this.
This wasn't him.'
You tried to plead, but the words lodged themselves in your throat.
Because earlier, he wasn't like this. For one second he was his usual cunning self, entertaining your simple choice of visiting Purgatory Hall.
Not like this. The usual. The normal: his simple nod and open arms to gesture you to the living room, his smile not quite reaching his eyes as he offers you some of his cooking—that. Just that.
And yet, despite all the familiarity, you've noticed how his already light skin had gotten paler, almost gray and dry. How the bags under his eyes grew more prominent. How with every chance he took a stealing glance, his breath hitches; his eyes scanning you with an underlying intent that you couldn't quite put a finger to.
"Have you been sleeping?" You asked, placing the cup of a nauseating mixture of spices on the table.
Solomon raises a brow. "Hm?"
You simply cocked your head to the side, your brows hinting at the glaring dark circles on his face.
"Your eyes. You look dead as hell," you said.
"Ah," he followed with a soft chuckle. "It's from the spell research. This book was written in a much older language, which took a lot more time to translate—but, you need not to worry. I've already had my fair share of all-nighters. Shouldn't affect me much."
You hummed in discontent. That wasn't the answer you wanted.
"You always say that," you pouted, resting your chin on your hand, with your elbow supported by the plush blue armrest. "'Shouldn't affect me much,' when it's written all over your face. What are even you researching anyway?"
Solomon takes a sip.
"It's rather important," he says, before staring back at you with that lingering gaze once more.
It seems like you could never get a proper answer, only averting your eyes so as to not shiver from his blatant choice of action. Had it not been obvious? You think he wasn't able to catch himself this time. Sure you recalled the moments of his longing stare, but those were different. Those were momentary glimpses that he'd use to tease you when given the incentive.
These were different.
You also noticed how beneath the cuffs of his dark turtleneck was an ombre of muddled blues, with veins bulging at its underside. Before you were able to point it out, Solomon excuses himself, tugging his sleeve to cover the marks.
You blurted out, "where are you going?"
Solomon clears his throat, his expression, once blank and unassuming, quickly shifts to a reassuring smile. "Nothing, just something... urgent."
You see his face turn bitter seconds before he coughs into the palm of his hand.
"Hey, wait up—"
With a shake of his head, he wipes whatever residue remained, closing his eyes as he gives you one final look. Solomon spoke through gritted teeth.
"Stay here."
Before you were able to interject, the sorcerer strides off to his room.
You hear the 'tap' of leather shoes against tiles grow quicker, yet fainter, the further he goes away. You were left sitting there, on the couch, with two cups and a teapot. The echoed would soon muffle out to a deafening silence. Now, it was only you.
The warm atmosphere shifted to an unnerving heat, with chills adding up as the flames burning within the living room lamps started to fade.
Luke and Simeon didn't seem to be here, and Raphael had been called back to the Celestial Realm upon Michael's request.
You took one final scan across the room: shelves open and hanging, plants wilted and dying, lights beyond blinding, the room beyond empty.
You get up, immediately inspecting the armchair in search for any more clues. Squinting your eyes, you knelt down on one knee, finger tracing over the brown dried up residue, slashes and mists that have long since passed.
The liquid trailed off to the underside of one of the pillows. You hesitate for a moment, your peripheral view scanning for any peering eyes.
The coast was clear. You gently picked up the large cushion, angling along one of the many blazing lights to take a proper view of what you suspected was underneath.
It was a reflective fabric, with subtle hints of gold and opal.
You shrieked, causing the cushion to fly off and hit the light turquoise walls. On one end, there was a loosely hanging golden diamond that had caught abor mold.
Not just any fabric. An angel's.
The brash ring of shattered glass bounces along the walls, hitting your ear without warning. You flinched again, slowly turning your head towards the now dark, barren hallway; with a luminescent crimson glow beneath the doorframe.
The end of the cold marble hall where Solomon had walked.
That was moments ago, before you started wishing to have moved cowardly, escaping this haunted wasteland before luring yourself in a weathered cage.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. Your eyes shut tight, your feet twisting and turning you to face back.
Within moments, if your timing is just right, you'd swiftly open the door by the handle and dash long those same cold, marble halls. It didn't matter how long the run would be. You had to leave.
One step, and his erratic suffocation stops.
The eerie tension palpable in the air got thicker, cutting through the fog and reforming with ease. Your lips quivered.
"What did you do to them?"
There was no response; instead, you were only greeted by the unburied silence.
Two steps, and you hear the floor creak.
It was subtle, though you feel the walls pull closer towards the both of you. With him. Whatever he was. Be damned, whatever monstrosity extinguished the light of humanity.
His motions felt precise and calculated, yet wild and uncontrolled. Your ears could pick up the soles of his shoes grazing against the floor, as if he’s dragging through a limping stance. It’s inconsistent, almost as if the little spark surviving in his core tries to reignite and rule over his carcass.
The tiny sounds stop, but continue again with every branch his conscience falls.
Solomon mumbled incoherent phrases, his voice slurred but retained his clear and concise diction. Like a fork to a plate, he prolongs the roll of the ‘r’s or ‘ch’ of ‘ts’ with no breath in between.
Three steps, and his hands found your body.
Solomon pulls himself closer, limbs dangling as his hands would only cling tightly onto any grasp of loose fabric. A gush of cold air hits your neck, with his revellent embrace sinking you into his ashen body. His lips graze over your lower neck down towards your shoulder.
Solomon lowered his gazing, taking a whiff of your intoxicatingly delectable scent. He shook his own head in delight, cocking up his head to whisper in your ear.
“Starlight…”
It was a bloodshot speech with a croak of each syllable, but something was different. Solomon chuckled—that all too bastardous sneer you came to know and admire. The shift in tone and pitch had his timbre stabilize, as if you could picture his coy smile atop the barren pale face whom ghosts your every whim.
“Moni..?” you asked, your voice nearly squeaks.
“Oh, starlight,” Solomon hummed, thumb gliding along your chin in expertise. “You shouldn’t see me like this. Gifted to live forever but, at what cost?”
He lifts your chin up, while his other hand pushes back locks of hair that guarded your neck.
Solomon sighed. “Keep your eyes away. I'll handle the rest....”
"B-but—"
"You shouldn't have seen this," he grunted, almost annoyed.
You gulped, yet obliged with his words. Eye remained shut, feeling him inch closer. “What are you doing...?”
Solomon shushes you, giving your neck one final kiss. It was like that for a few moments, gentle praises while the reek of a living corpse circulates your thoughts.
“Would you hate me if I did this?” Solomon asked. That question came when you feel the lining of his teeth press on your skin, digging deeper like a tease, yet horrific with how it pained even in the dullest touch.
Your demeanor faltered, your foot lifting to take the final step. “If you...?”
Burked by the absence of common ground, yet arguably, he’s human still. Only proven by a simple answer, after Solomon playfully nips at the tougher parts of your cartridge.
“We’ve dealt with other atrocities before," he coos. "It will all just be the same. For sure..."
A beat.
"Demons and angels... Tell me,"
You feel the sudden clash of his teeth tearing off your skin.
"What's the worse?"
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Fucks me up how Solomon doesn't have a last name in canon. Like he lives in the human world doesn't he. He has to have an id and some shit. What did he name himself? Solomon Sorcerer or some shit? Solomon Wise? Solomon King? Solomon Solomon?
a/n: as the title says! unfortunately i have such a soft spot for this guy shsh <3
The room is black. Barely a moment past midnight, the analogue alarm you’ve abducted from your bedroom is boasting the time in vibrant red radiance from where it sits on Lucifer’s nightstand. It is his birthday. Officially.
You wriggle around under his charcoal satin sheets, adjusting so that you are facing his statuesque form. His face, typically stern and imposing, is squished into the malleable fabric of his priceless pillowcase. The remnants of his neat combover is now an unkempt salt-and-pepper nest. His breaths are nearly imperceptible, but present.
It’s a precious scene. He is vulnerable: laid bare, belly-up and exposing the personhood behind his curated veneer. You alone have the privilege of basking in it.
You alone can shatter it.
There is a moment where you consider waking him — merrily sliding past any of his frustrations to drown him in congratulatory kisses and simple affection. Awarding yourself the pride of being the first to celebrate another slow crawl towards the abstraction of infinity.
You don’t.
Squeezing yourself into the carved bend of his side, you worm your nose into the indentation of his clavicle. Your hands feel along his lower spine, feeling his muscles instinctively tighten and loosen in response to your adoring caress. Your fingertips brush rosy, raised scar tissue where he has been shortened by a wing at the stem.
He doesn’t wake, but rather mumbles incoherently and wraps you in his safety. By instinct, he seeks to harbor you. his legs hook around yours, hands encompassing your hips.
Craning up to his face, you peck his cheek. “Happy birthday,” you murmur, “I love you.”
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Since I did the brothers I should probably do the side characters as well, so I am.
Side Characters x Mc
Solomon is a subtly touchy person. He'll put his arm around Mc and they won't even notice until he starts pressing himself into them. He probably hasn't had the touch of another real human in centuries except maybe a few one night stands, so any touch from Mc is welcome.
Solomon likes hugging Mc from behind by wrapping them in his jacket. He cuddles the jacket later because it still smells like them.
Solomon likes being the little spoon, mostly to shove his face in Mc's chest. Their heartbeat is something he loves to listen to.
Solomon will give many hugs, but it takes a moment before he realises someone is giving him one. He can't usually fathom anyone actually giving him a hug with how long he's gone without one.
Diavolo is physically too big for most people to wrap their arms around him but he loves being the little spoon.
Diavolo gives Lucifer and Mc all the hugs he can since Barbatos' hugs were rare for "professionalism" and his father's were, not nonexistent but not the best and pretty rare. He will take all the hugs he can be given.
Diavolo gets so happy when he receives a hug his wings pop out so he immediately wraps them around Mc (or Lucifer) to make it look intentional.
Diavolo's hugs are often bone breaking and one should proceed with caution. He'll cry if someone else initiates a hug.
Barbatos is not the most cuddly, but his hugs are always nice and warm. He's more of a pat on the back type of man for the sake of general composure and keeping his air of mystery.
Barbatos tail has a slippery cold feeling so it isn't quite the best for cuddling, unless Mc is into that of course. If he feels it necessary, like if Mc won't stop bothering him when his hands are full, he'll wrap it around their clothes.
Barbatos is the big spoon, he isn't exactly little spoon material unless Mc is bigger than him.
He won't be the first to initiate a hug unless Mc needs a hug. They have to ask if they want any.
Hugs from Simeon feel like going home to a loving place. This may have more to do with him being angel than like Lucifer's case of experience in care but it is most likely both.
Simeon's wings are very warm and fluffy, being wrapped up in them is a wonderful experience he's willing to give anyone close to him if they need comfort.
Simeon is good as either big or little spoon, but most people want him to be their big spoon. Cuddling in his arms after a rough day is absolute heaven.
Simeon loves giving his friends hugs and is more than happy to receive one even if it is unexpected.
I find it so funny whenever someone says “since solomon can’t be called a real human anymore, what do you think mc?” like mc didn’t come back from the dead after being killed and nearly caused destruction to the three realms by the sheer power of their existence and bloodline.
༺✧Summary: There's always something that can go wrong. Especially when you work with magic, and you mistake ingredients. And that happened to turn you into a rat.
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༺✧A/N: What happens in that fic is just so crack I can't even describe it enough. Sorry about grammar and other mistakes! For @kaytheberry
Yeah, it was me. The picture you can see above - it is me. And the person who's standing in front of me? Barbatos.
You can probably ask why I said “person in front of me” instead of “rat in front of me”. That's because I am this rat.
A funny story happened, and because of that I ended the rodent form, and specifically - one that a certain butler absolutely hates. What happened? Let me tell you this story, of some witty sorcerer who lived for thousands of years but still can make a mistake in preparing a potion.
Did you ever heard about headache potions? Probably not, because in human world they're called meds. Nothing to add. Yet in Devildom, I needed special treatment just because I said that my head is starting to hurt, because of the noise in the House of Lamentation. They were just screaming since morning, causing my head to give up. Even if walls here are pretty thick, no one stopped explosions and yelling from coming straight to my ears. And the funniest thing? They suddenly stopped fighting in the moment I went downstairs to ask someone for pills. Asmo? Not near. Probably sitting in his room, offended by others. Levi? Not talking with anyone. Beel? Getting scolded and also trying to help them calm down. And there, main war between Lucifer, Mammon, Satan and Belphie. But they all looked at me at the moment I stepped in. None of them were able to actually help me. Why there's no actual medicine I would take as a human here?
Satan wanted to give me some tea. Belphie said that I should rest. Mammon… Mammon just said that I can come with him and he'll do something about it. Nah, not believing it since all I wanted is to get my head empty. The next moment I heard some of them was when Lucifer gave me an idea, even if that hurt his pride so bad.
“I think you should visit Solomon. I cannot help you prevent a headache.” There was literally dissatisfaction in his voice as he told me to walk to someone he doesn't want to trust.
And as always - fellow humans would help, right?
Not so quickly. Let's remember he is a human, but his lifestyle is already so different he got mixed with other lives. Plus, his magic experiments… but for now, he's probably the best option, right?
That was the worst thing I would ever tell myself!
Everything today would already tell me that this is a bad idea!
First of all, war in the House of Lamentation.
Second, there was a thunderstorm when I was walking to Purgatory Hall.
The third? Solomon wasn't even here when I walked in!
I should have called him beforehand, but getting away from the war zone was the best thing. Even if that meant walking in rain, with literal lightning hitting the ground around.
For the first time I was happy that I was splashed with water by someone riding by! But it wasn't a car, but a carriage.
As soon as the door opened, I wanted to climb in asap, seeing Mephistopheles looking at me up and down, with all clothes wet and dirty.
“You look like a rat.” He said, showing me to get in with a hand swing. Oh I was grateful inside… but him calling me a rat told me to walk by myself. Yet, knowing Mephisto, that's 100% his typical behavior. “Come in. I don't have a whole day.”
Once I rolled my eyes and got seated, the heated air inside actually started drying me. A little bit.
“Where are you headed?” He asked, looking elegantly like always. Of course everyone is elegant when they drive in a literal carriage in a thunderstorm, pulled by giant demonic horses who don't even get wet because of their own fire!
“Probably House of Lamentation.” I answered.
“It's the opposite direction. You can get out.”
Oh god… why is he so prickly today…
“I said probably, because I don't know! Maybe I'll go to RAD. At least there's a chance of Solomon being here.”
“Hmph. Solomon visited The Castle today. Lord invited him since he was told to prepare some kind of spells.”
“Ooh! Are you headed that way–”
“Yes. Sigh… I can drop you here. I hope you are invited.”
“...yeah! I am.”
“Highly doubt that but I don't care if you'll get kicked out by Barbatos.”
Yes… thank you so much Mephisto…. You're a great help…
Minutes later, horses stopped, and doors were opened. Without further chitchat I came out to welcome the literal waterfall from the dark clouds on my head.
Let this “adventure” be worth it at least.
I could laugh at Mephisto now, when Barbatos immediately let me in after seeing the sorry state that was in front of him. My clothes were quickly dried, but when it wasn't enough, it was replaced when the Butler took care of the wet ones. Tea and desserts were placed in front of me, because I am a guest. The smile of Diavolo welcomed me for a moment, but he was busy enough, so he couldn't stay with me longer.
I was here for something else anyways.
“I heard I can find Solomon here?” I asked when Barbatos walked by.
“Hm? Oh… yes he is here… is there anything you need?”
“I came out just to find him specifically. Just some… human things.”
“I can call him -”
“No need!” I said quickly before he walked away. “Can I ask where he is? I just have a small question.”
“...the alchemic room near the dungeon's entrance.”
That sounds like he's doing some black magic that would kill everything around here…
“Okay, I'll be quick. Thank you for the tea.” I said, and moved to continue my journey for headache pills I would need later.
But as I walked I realized that I may not need them anyway since right now my head is not going crazy.
I didn't know that this would end with the craziest day here. And in Devildom, everything is crazy.
The corridors started getting darker and darker with each turn. To the point where the red rug ended. In its stead, there was a stone brick floor, emitting cold when looking at it. Shouting that this is part of the castle you don't want to enter by yourself.
And yes, that was correct. As soon as I stepped in, light flashed my eyes, making me wobble. And some people are complaining about flashbangs?!
“Solomon?” I lurked around, looking into open rooms just to find him. Leaning over to the doorframe, my soul almost left my body as this sorcerer casually leaned over with a smile at the same moment, appearing in front of my face.
“You called?”
That stupid little smirk when my heart is about to explode… What is wrong with people today?
“Why would you do that?!” I asked, holding my hand on my chest.
“I just wanted to meet you in the middle?”
Right now, I thought I would need something that would help with a heart attack rather than just a mere headache.
He went inside the room, and I walked behind. Looking around at a not specially appealing room, with various pots, jars, or living plants that looked like they would kill you themselves. Floating ingredients for potions, books, scrolls and other things just being here. Some body parts of things I don't even want to know. And yeah, everything that you would find in a witch's house! But instead of witch we have Solomon.
I took some time to explain why I am here, and he just nodded, accepting every information. Saying that it can be a quick break he needs to clear his mind during his actual work.
Without further talking, he took a small pot and started gathering ingredients. Once he came out and came back with spices from the kitchen. Barbatos probably would be furious. These were human world herbs too?
It was kind of silly, watching this great sorcerer cook soup for me. Pouring things inside with his magic when he did something else. And the end of that? It was catastrophic. He took a jar of something that looked like thyme. I thought that looked weird, even for a cooking herb. But he knows better, right?
“Here you go. You can drink it now and your head won't bother you today at all.” He said with a soft smile, blowing on the big spoon before placing it in front of your lips, waiting for you to drink it. It smelled like medicine. It looked like radioactive acid. Tasted like medicine. “I'll pack you the rest, so you can drink it when you feel sick– huh?”
“What?”
“No, I just–.” He looked worried, and quickly checked the jar he took before. “Uhm…”
“What?!” I screamed, but my voice was very high this time. “WHAT'S GOING ON?! SOLOMON -”
“Don't panic -”
“What's happening?!” Of course I panicked. My body started getting smaller and smaller. My voice pitched. Clothes sliding off. And my hands were growing claws. Small claws. “Solo - squeak!”
“...”
“Squeak! Squeaaaak!” I jumped on the chair I was sitting on. I stood up. I knew I was calling his name, but he just looked down, his lips twitching like he was amused.
“Oh my…” he just said. “Looks like I used rat plant instead of thyme again… I should be more careful next time…”
RAT PLANT?! I was sure I'd kill him as soon as I came back to my original size.
“Well, at least you're small and fluffy for some time now?” He smiled, picking me up with one hand, not just holding me. He started petting my head! I wiggled a lot, then felt something was really wrong. And that was, a tail on my butt.
“SQUEEEK?!”
“Shh, don't worry. You're just a cute little rat for a day.”
“A RAT?! DID YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!” I yelled at him, but everything he heard was the squeaking of a small creature in his hands.
“Don't worry, it'll revert soon. I can't give you another potion since this body is… not in great size to drink potent potions so…”
“I'll kill you even if I have to use these small paws to strangle you!”
“Don't squeak at me so much. You look so adorable! Even if you're probably cursing right now.” He booped my nose with finger before nuzzling his cheek into my belly. “So fluffy!”
“Come closer and I'll bite your nose off!” I screamed when he pulled away and placed me on the table.
Still, everything he heard was just crazy squeaking.
“Hmm… hold on. I think they had that spell that makes you understand animals somewhere. Wait here, I'll find it in the library. Do you want some cheese?”
“When I end with you you'll have cheese in your–.”
“Okay okay! Don't need to squeak at me so aggressively! I'll be right back!” He said just before I could finish.
I sighed, sitting down. I looked at the empty jar in front of me. Mephisto was right. I do look like a rat…
And that was a very well fed rat. Because what do you mean I'm so fluffy?! My fur matched the exact color of my hair. My clothes are gone… so I'm just walking naked? Since he said it won't be permanent, would it be okay then to stay here?
But this room… it was more scary like that… for such a small creature, it was like a whole castle. So how big would the dining room be? If I'm a normal rat, how big is everything?!
*Creak*
Were there noises like that always?
*Creeeaaak*
It's creepy, being a rat and finally hearing it…
*Screeeee*
What the –
I looked up, seeing spiders crawling around. But these are just spiders?
Then I turned around to see fangs right next to my tail.
“WHAT THE?!”
The room was filled with loud squeaks as I screamed, seeing plants reaching towards me, trying to eat me. It's vines moving around, thorns growing.
It… it wanted to eat… and there were rats in its diet…
So that was the first time I actually decided to flee even before something happened.
Jumping onto the pot, then the chair. And then doing a giant jump to be on the floor. I don't know how to use a rat 's body!
So I ran away from the room, walking on back paws only.
I didn't know how comical it looked - for me it was a fight for survival!
Even if the plant was left behind, I still ran, until my paws gave out. And I got responses to my thoughts. The rat’s world… is truly giant…
“MC! I'm back. Got you some fruit and water to help potion wash away quicke– oh no…”
That was the only thing Solomon said when seeing that in this room, there's no rodents. After checking that plant didn't eat me, he was even more concerned.
He pulled out his phone, trying to reach at least one of the brothers. And the best option was Lucifer, who would scout his brothers quickly.
“What?”
“You know that MC came to me, right?”
“Yes. So what?”
“So they're a rat.”
“What?”
“Rat”
“...”
“And they are gone from an alchemic workshop. In the castle.”
“How are they GONE? What did you do–”
“So yeaaah, I need help to find them before Barbatos does.”
That would be fabulous if I was the one hearing that from him. Because what I was living through was hell.
Humans would tell me I'm stupid, to run to demons with happiness.
Rats would close their eyes. Because right now I'm the rat, and the demon in front of me is not even happy to see me!
I just saw the legs of the person and ran straight to them, screaming. When I saw Barbatos, I was so happy to see him. I'm saved! I won't be a rat anymore!
Wait…
“How that filthy thing found its way inside the castle…”
I stopped running, stopped talking and even screaming his name.
Because I saw his eyes. And remembered that what this man hates, was rats!
And that's how I ended here. Looking at the demon in front of me. In the form of a fluffy, small rat who just wants to come back into my own human form.
Because being erased from existence!
So just like before, I ran for my life, using only my hind legs. Hearing stomping behind me. Knowing that this man is not in a hurry to take care of me. He knew I couldn't hide!
So I just moved my tiny paws, hoping that I won't die under a broom.
That's when hope came. Because as I was running in that weird position, I passed one corridor, hearing someone screaming right next to me.
I decided to look back, and see Asmo who jumped away seeing me running like an alien.
“Oh my god that gives me heebie-jeebies! Lucifer help!” He screamed, but I didn't care about it, because I was running for my life. And seeing Asmodeus here made me feel hope. So I ran at him, jumping at his chest to feel safe.
He screamed, yelled at the whole castle, pushing me down with tears in his eyes. And he ran away as fast as he came.
But… who would I be if I didn't follow him? If he's here, that means that others are here too! Did Solomon contact them?!
How weird it must look, to see a rat running on two legs behind a demon with tears flowing down his cheeks? Because Leviathan scowled seeing us passing him. More importantly - he shrieked at the picture of a rat - me.
I knew I couldn't get to Asmo in time, so I changed my way to Leviathan. Squeaking and crying inside. Just wanting to be safe.
As expected, he started running away. But I wasn't laughing at all. I was desperate because I could die at any moment!
“Oi, why are you running – ooi!” Mammon complained as Levi ran behind him to hide. And I… I just ran straight at them, jumping at Mammon with my little eyes begging. “EEEEEK?! A RAT?! A RAT IS ATTACKING ME?!”
“Mammon I think it's feral! Run!” Asmo shouted behind Barbatos.
“Please try being calm. I'll take care of that.” Butler said calmly, glaring at me.
“Squeak!” I said no. I then tried to call them, cry to them. But ran away as soon as I saw Barbatos holding a broom.
With my small hind legs hurting from running around, I just tried to find anyone! At least Solomon! He knows it's me!
“MC!” I heard people call my name. Of course I ran there as quickly as possible.
I wanted to scream that I'm here, but all that came out we're squeaks.
Finally, I used my front paws, jumping around.
Seeing someone, I just darted towards them. Thankfully,this time they didn't scream at me!
I crawled under his leg, climbing on his pants up. It was Beel!
He was surprised, but he didn't throw me. He just catched me, a small tired rat in his hands and held me up, looking at me.
“Beelzebub, could you please give me that rat? I shall utilize it before it steals from the royal pantry.”
“Pantry…?” Beel said, like it was the only word he heard.
“Please Beel nooo!” I yelled, but again, they didn't understand.
“That's! Huff… that's MC! Oh my god I ran here straight from the dungeons…” Solomon wheezed as he held the wall. “Don't do anything to that rat!”
“That's MC?” Beel asked, putting me closer to his face. I sat in his palm, moving my small paws at him. He smiled, giving me candy he had in his pocket. “Haha… cute.”
“Cute? Rat? And… would you be so kind as to explain, Solomon?” Barbatos said darkly.
“That… was an accident.” He laughed.
“He used cursed rat herbs. Instead of thyme.” Lucifer said, coming from behind the Sorcerer with Satan.
“Haha… it's kind of a funny story, right?”
Then he saw a rat glaring at him and stopped talking.
“...come on, I'll fix you.” Lucifer sighed, pulling out his hand, so I could walk in. “If it was normal potion, we would need to wait for it to work out. It was a potion made with a curse. I can at least try to lift it.”
Now Barbatos wasn't angry at all. He just… stood here and watched the situation. And better - he glared at Solomon just like me.
Within a few moments spells started flying around me, and my rat body started growing. Lucifer placed me down on the floor so I won't get hurt, and everything started reverting.
I was left sitting on the red rug, looking at my hands, feeling finally free.
Looking up, I saw them all observing me very much. Oh no, did something not happen? Am I still a half rat?
“Squeak? Ah…” I mumbled, hearing that instead of talking I still squeaked. But it came away after a second.
I again looked up, still seeing that they all looked at me without blinking even once. Barbatos turned to the side, Solomon smirked weirdly. Asmo smiled with a small blush. Mammon, Satan, Levi and Beel blushed. Belphie, who was sleeping in the corner, woke up to look. Lucifer put his hand on his face, but I could see his mouth twitching to smirk.
“Hey, what's going on?” I asked, suddenly looking down before I stayed screaming.
Yeah… I forgot that as a rat I slipped out of my clothes… they're left in the room…
I was kneeling here, naked.
“Aaaaaaah! Go away! Turn around! Move, give me something to wear!!!” I screamed, covering what I could.
“What's going on?!’ The door opened, showing a panicking Diavolo who heard shouting.
“GO AWAAAAY!”
༺✧A/N: I swear I didn't take anything or drank anything.
MC be like: (yes I know the second one is hamster)
“You’ve been staring at me for almost an hour straight. Don’t you have tasks to finish?”
A voice pulls you from your thoughts. Seated across from you was Lucifer, working away at his desk while you occupied one of the wingback chairs in his study. He gave you an unamused look as you blinked, a face that clearly said, “Well?”
To be completely honest, you were staring—but not for the reasons one might assume.
His tie was crooked. That was all.
It bothered you far more than it should have, but you were feeling a little bashful today. The tie sat slightly loosened, leaning toward the left, and you couldn’t stop imagining how much better it’d look if it were fixed.
You didn’t answer Lucifer’s question. Instead, you set the files down on the coffee table before making your way to the side of his chair.
One of his brows arched at your unexpected actions. Though he acted as if your sudden proximity didn’t affect him, the faint pink dusting his cheeks said otherwise.
Reaching out carefully, you took hold of his collar. Lucifer went still, half—no, fully—expecting you to pull him in for a kiss.
Instead, your hands moved to his tie, straightening it exactly the way you’d been envisioning for the past hour.
“All done. It was crooked.”
“…Was that all?”
Softly resting your hands on his shoulders, you blinked.
“…Yes?”
You studied his expression. The disappointment written across his face was impossible to miss.
You couldn’t help but drag out the act a little longer—just to see how long Lucifer would remain vulnerable for you.
“…Nothing. I appreciate you fixing my tie. You may return to your work now,” he grumbled.
With a pleased little hum, you removed your hands from his shoulders.
Then, before stepping away, you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
His eyes widened in surprise as you returned to your seat.
After that, Lucifer found himself considering whether his tie really needed to stay perfectly straight all the time.
MC was the bravest person they knew— headstrong and calm under pressure. Someone who faced down Lucifer's wrath without a flinch. Someone who had the heart to forgive Belphegor despite everything that happened. A puny mortal who was plucked from their home without warning, yet survived, and even thrived, among demons like them.
So, when their scream echoed through the halls of the House of Lamentation, the brothers knew not what to do.
Mammon, MC's self- proclaimed first-guy, and the fastest among his brothers, arrived to their aid in a matter of milliseconds. His mind had jumped to the worst possibilities— MC was hurt, possibly crying.
What he had not expected was MC standing on their chair, a thick spell book clutched in their hands like a weapon, eyes anxiously scanning the floor near their bookshelf.
"ARE YA' OKAY?!"
"IT WENT UNDER THE SHELF!!!"
"...huh???"
And then, it crawled out, in all it's six-legged glory. It's giant brown body (undoubtedly disease ridden) dragged along the floor, presenting an ugly sight. It's antennae twitched, as though searching for it's next victim.
The terrified noise that MC let out confirmed that this creature had, indeed, been the cause of their distress.
Mammon didn't blame them. He wasn't a huge fan of roaches himself. Especially this giant, unsightly species that had seemingly had taken over the Devildom recently.
"GET RID OF IT PLEASE." MC pleaded from atop their vantage point. They looked close to tears.
Mammon had struck gold. This was the moment he would swoop in like a hero and kill the pest as if it were no big deal; and save MC from their distress. Would he get an 'Oh, Mammon! You're so brave!' in return? Or a hug where he goes 'there, there, MC, I dealt with it' while patting their back? Maybe— if he was truly lucky— a kiss? His brothers would all watch from a distance, green with envy, wishing they had been the one to arrive first. Oh, it gets him excited to even think about it!
Mammon stood up a little taller.
"Don't worry, MC! For the Great Mammon is here!" The Avatar of Greed puffed out his chest, and took a brave towards the pest. He took off one shoe, ready to strike it, when suddenly—
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH—"
—it started flying.
The next thing MC knew was that Mammon was standing right behind them on the chair, his hands latched onto their shoulders in a vice-grip while they both screamed.
The roach remained airborne for a few seconds, zig-zagging with no regard for logic, or personal boundaries. Finally, it landed on the side of the bookshelf. A deafening silence followed.
The duo remained frozen atop the chair, staring at the roach. The roach stared back, antennae twitching. The creature puffed out its wings occasionally, as if taunting them. Mammon's grip on MC's shoulder turned painful, but neither of them dared to get down from their safe spot.
MC was about to ask Mammon whether they should take this chance to run out of the room, when—
*SMACK*
A slipper came down from above with full force. The defeated adversary fell down to the floor on its back, limbs twitching pathetically as it took its final breaths.
Their saviour was none other than Beelzebub, who was holding a giant slipper in his hand. He examined the dead corpse for a few seconds, till he was absolutely certain that the enemy had been eliminated.
MC nearly burst into tears from relief. But, unfortunately, before they could properly thank him, a series of snorts and barely-contained giggles coming from the doorway cut them off.
Yes, the brothers had all been silently watching the chaos unfold, until Beelzebub took pity on them. And judging by the delighted looks on their faces, "The Great Roach Incident" would be talked about in the House of Lamentation for the rest of eternity.
