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You can call Us Klein (Age: 25 | Male: He/Him). We are the Lord and Master of the Invincible Fortress, an inverted castle underground which collects miasma from human’s sins and negative emotions all over the world. (The castle is upright if it appears in Devildom).
WHB sideblog - @devilmen-collector
Here’s what you can find at Our fortress
The Archive
Obey Me! Masterlist: collection of Our great writings and others). We are thinking of reorganizing it though, but not now. Last update: 30.04.23 (dd/mm/yy).
Obey Me! Masterlist II - UPDATE: 26.06.25
OM! Nonsense Masterlist: a masterlist for nonsense but very likely to happen in the Devildom
HSR Masterlist: masterlist for Honkai: Star Rail. Last update: 05/21/2024 (mm/dd/yy)
Villains’ Archive: a collection of praises for Our predecessors who fought valiantly against various heroes of justice and the powers of friendship.
Art Museum: a collection of the arts depicting the Seven Rulers of Hell and others in Our harem.
Birthday commemorations: Genshin Impact and Obey Me!
Here’s what you can not find in Our Fortress
Explicit NSFW/🔞 stuff (although We still have some suggestive stuff under #klein’s naughty hour tag)
Anything romantic or sexual with Luke, whom We consider a younger brother. Young silly love with a child!mc is where We draw the line.
Pedophilia
Demoncest (brother x brother), angelcest (Simeon x aged up Luke), anything else that We are disgusted.
Non-MC ship (DiaLuci, SoloDeus, etc.), they’re not Our cup of tea. We are jealous.
Anything else We are uncomfortable with.
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GN!MC
Summary: MC and Solomon spend the day out enjoying the wonders of the Devildom. The problem with this? They never told the seven Lords of Hell that they’d be gone for the day.
TW: Torture (Not to the MC or the bros tho), Injuries, Murder (Again, just an unimportant Background Character)
When the Wise King Solomon asks you out of nowhere if you would like to spend a day exploring the Devildom with him, some hesitancy is to be expected. We’re talking about an ancient wizard who is notoriously sketchy in every way and who seems to always have some kind of personal agenda that he uses for everything.
But the fact in the matter was that you had just survived and grueling two weeks of exams at RAD, and the stress of always being passed around between the demon brothers to partake in their various schemes and problems was really starting to wear on you.
So a day out, relaxing, and finally getting to explore Devildom in its entirety, regardless of the company, actually sounded pretty good.
Solomon had asked you to meet him outside of the House of Lamentation just before dawn. He stood there now, looking as collected and secretive as ever, with a satchel strapped over his shoulder.
“Ready to go and enjoy the company of another human?”
“More than ever! What’s with the bag?”
The wizard shrugged held out his arm to you. “I thought I might collect a few potion ingredients if I happen to spot any. The Devildom is home to a number of special rarities after all, and it would be horrible not to take advantage of my time down here to collect some of them.”
That was fair. You took Solomon’s arm and allowed him to pull you close to his side before the two of you took off onto a trail in the woods.
Exams are coming up at RAD, and in an effort to prepare for them, you may have pushed yourself a little too hard. Of course, the brothers freak out.
A/N: Baby’s first fanfic, I don’t know what I’m doing :)
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. You jolt awake, already disoriented. Oh no. You fell asleep on top of your open Devildom Law textbook, and drool stains the second paragraph. Checking your phone, it’s 6:45 am. Okay, two hours. Only two hours you were asleep when you should have been studying. If you study over lunch, maybe you can squeeze in the last two chapters. Breakfast is in 15 minutes, and if you’re not at the table, the brothers will come look for you. Maybe you can get away with saying you’ll get something from the vending machine? It is exam season, and if anything, Lucifer will be proud that you want to get to school early right? The exam is this afternoon, you really can’t afford to waste any time.
Your mind continues to race as you stand up, all of your joints cracking in protest. You throw on your RAD uniform and regather your study materials before heading out into the hall. As you make your way down the stairs, the ever present headache throbs with each step. This is fine, it’s finals, it’ll be over in a few days.
Stepping into the dining room, the brothers are already engaged in lively conversation. Levi’s talking about a new anime he found, Mammon’s discussing a new poker strategy, Asmo is cooing over his newest lip gloss. Every word seems to rattle around the inside of your skull. You take a deep breath as you sit down at the table, blinking away the blur of your vision from sitting down too fast.
As always, the brothers are happy to see you, but you really don’t feel like being the center of attention, so you get away with a strained smile and the occasional nod before they go back to bickering amongst themselves. Thankfully, they don’t seem to notice your discomfort. You don’t know if you’d be able to deal with them fussing at you for not taking care of yourself. It’s only been a couple weeks of this, and everyone works extra hard during finals. Especially when they are learning subjects they’ve never even heard of, and are expected to preform at the same level as demons who grew up learning these things. Hell, some of them were even there for some of the historical events that took you days to get right in your mind.
‘It’s almost over,’ you tell yourself, ‘everyone struggles during finals week.’ Your stomach churns as you look at the food on your plate. After mixing it up a little so it at least looks like you ate some before pushing the plate in front of Beel. His eyes light up for a second before his brows furrow.
“Are you not hungry? You hardly ate any,” he says, showing just enough restraint to avoid digging in immediately.
“No, I’m not super hungry this morning. I’ll just have a big lunch later.” You send him the most convincing smile you can muster, hoping he’s distracted enough by the new plate of food in front of him to notice the insincerity in your tone.
Lucky, it seems to work as you breathe a sigh of relief. He starts eating and in the blink of an eye the food is gone. As you look away from Beel, you lock eyes with Lucifer. He has an intense look on his eyes, but you look away immediately to try to prevent him from reading you.
You stand up and grab your bag before speaking. “I think I’m going to head to school early, I’m trying to get some more studying in,” you announce in what you hope is a cheerful tone.
“I’ll go with you! The Great Mammon will keep you company. ” Mammon attempts to puff out his chest, but it loses all effect when he nearly trips over himself in an attempt to race to your side.
“No you will not! It’s your turn to clean the table.” Levi replies, and you see Mammon instantly droop in disappointment.
“You should just wait, and we can all go together.” Satan suggests.
You know if you walk with them you won’t get anything done before first period, and you were hoping to study your flashcards on the walk to school.
“I need to stop by purgatory hall on the way, so I’ll just head out early.” The lie slips out before you even really process it, but it seems to appease the brothers as they go back to finishing their breakfast.
“Just be careful! I can’t have any other demon gobbling up my favorite snack,” Asmo blows you a kiss as you walk towards the front door, and you try to ignore Lucifer’s eyes boring into the back of your skull.
—————
The walk to school is relatively uneventful, you only trip over a few pebbles as your focus stays glued to the flashcards in your hands.
You make it through morning classes, managing to hide the way your head spins every time you move.
You have a free period before lunch that you spend studying in a secluded corner of the library. You decide that if you get through the chapters you needed to, lunch with your favorite demons will be the perfect reward. It has been a while since you’ve had an actual meal, so it’s the perfect motivation to study hard.
But as time ticks by, you realize you’re getting through the content much slower than expected. As the lunch bell rings, it rattles around your skull for a few moments after it stops. Just a few more minutes, you’ll just be a little late to lunch.
You end up turning off your phone as messages from the brothers keep coming in. You end up studying through all of lunch. It becomes increasingly difficult to fight the blur of your vision as tears begin to force their way out.
It’s not that hard right? You haven’t even been studying that hard, haven’t missed that many meals, haven’t missed that much sleep. Sure, you know demons can tolerate more than humans, but you should be able to do this, right? You’re not the only exchange student, but Solomon and the angels don’t seem to be struggling. You should be able to handle this.
Your spiral into a full panic attack is interrupted by the alarm you set for the end of lunch. Two more classes, then your exam. Mammon sits with you during your next class. You have to pull it together before you see him. You can’t stand the idea of seeming weak in front of someone you care about so much.
After a few deep breaths, you stop to wash your face in the bathroom before you head to class.
As you walk into the classroom, Mammon glances up from his phone, eyes lighting up once he realizes it’s you. You make your way over and slide into the seat next to him.
“MC! Where were ya? Ya weren’t at lunch. Not that I was waitin’ for you specifically or anythin’,” he questions as soon as you sit down, a blush beginning to rise on his cheeks as his poorly concealed affection shows.
“Yeah, I ate in the library, just couldn’t handle the noise in the cafeteria today, y’know?” You lie, hoping it’s believable.
“Well ya should have told me! I texted ya, but didn’t get a response. Not that I was worried! I just know ya love spending time with the Great Mammon, and who doesn’t? And we haven’t gotten to hang out recently. After all, I-“
Your heart begins to swell with fondness at his clear failure to come off nonchalant. His ramble is cut off when the professor starts the lecture, and you force yourself to concentrate and take notes as best you can. This is the review for the final in two days, so you really need to absorb this information.
Throughout the lecture, Mammon looks at you, occasionally poking your side in an attempt to gain your attention. As much as you would love to goof off with him, you’re kind of struggling in this class, so you have to do well on the final. You ignore Mammon, giving him a light swat when he pokes you, causing him to pout like a scolded puppy.
Eventually the lecture ends, and your notes aren’t as complete as you’d like, but you guess they’ll have to do. Mammon always walks you to your next class, so he waits by your desk for you to gather your things. Finally free to talk, he yaps about some scheme or another, but you’re having a hard time concentrating on what he’s saying.
As you stand up, the room begins to spin, and Mammon’s panicked face is the last thing you see before you collapse.
—————
You come to in the infirmary. You look to your side to see Mammon in a chair next to your bed, chewing on his nails and staring off into space as his leg bounces violently.
You grumble as you stretch sore muscles, causing Mammon’s head to snap towards you as he jumps up and moves closer to your side. At this moment you notice Lucifer is also there, as he stands up from a seat across the room and moves towards the foot of your bed.
“What happened?” you ask, still groggy.
“You passed out when leaving one of your classes. Thankfully Mammon caught you before your head hit the ground.” Lucifer informs you, voice tight. “The nurse trained we had trained in human illness says it was likely due to stress and lack of proper nutrition and sleep. She believes you may have been studying too hard, since it is final exams. Was she correct in this assessment?”
Unable to hold his disappointed gaze, you look to the side. As you look away, you see the clock on the wall. Oh no. Your exam is in five minutes! And that professor hates you, there’s no way he’ll let you make it up on a different day.
You push Mammon back as you stand up from the bed. He holds your arms as you begin to sway, trying to get you to sit back down. He rambles, trying to convince you to take it easy as his voice shakes.
You feel a rush of irritation flare up inside you. “Let me go and get out of my way.”
You didn’t mean to say it as an order, but when your pact mark glows and Mammon stumbles back with a slight whine you realize you accidentally used the pact. Guilt washes over you but you ignore it as you move towards the door, only to be stopped as Lucifer steps in front of you.
“I have an exam in five minutes! Move, I can’t afford to miss it!” You tell Lucifer frantically, ignoring the dizziness that still swims around your skull.
“You are sick. The professor will understand. I will talk to him. Sit back down.” Lucifer orders, gently but firmly.
“You don’t understand! My grade is already borderline in that class, and that professor hates me! I have to do well on this exam! I can’t miss it!” Your voice cracks and you start to shake as you try to convince Lucifer to let you by.
Slowly, like he’s afraid of startling a cornered animal, he places his gloved hands on your shoulders. “Your health is more important than your grades. It pains me that you have pushed yourself to this point. I will speak to Diavolo, and we will talk to your professors. Please, sit back down.” His voice is gentle as he speaks.
All of the stress and anxiety and self-loathing you’ve been fighting the last couple weeks all come crashing down on you in an instant.
You flop down onto the bed, head in your hands as you sob. Lucifer’s hand gently rubs your back as you shake violently from the emotion that has overtaken you.
As you cry, your ears barely catch a shaky breath, as you glance up to see Mammon standing a few feet away, shifting the weight between his feet as he looks like he’s holding back tears.
The sight of him makes you sob harder as you throw open your arms towards him. “I’m so sorry Mammon.”
He rushes over to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug as he buries his face in your shoulder. “I was so scared. I thought I lost ya again. Please take better care of yourself. I don’t want to lose you.”
You feel the emotions running through both of you. You feel so guilty, but also so relieved. Relieved that you don’t have to carry this alone anymore, and your demons don’t think any less of you.
“I am going to speak to Diavolo. Stay here for a while, then when you’re ready head home and get some rest. You’re both dismissed from class for the rest of the day. I have to inform our brothers that you are awake and alright.”
You look up at the mention of the other brothers. How did they know you were here?
Lucifer seems to practically read your mind. “All of us felt something through the pact, and we ran to come find you. Mammon carried you to the infirmary, and all of us waited here while the nurse examined you. I sent my other brothers back to class when she told us you would be okay, since I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed when you woke up. But you will have a lot of questions to answer this evening. Now rest. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Lucifer gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze before leaving. As he walks out of the room, you feel any energy you had evaporate as you slump against Mammon.
“I’m sorry Mammon. I don’t mean to worry you all,” you whisper against his shoulder.
He pulls you closer against his side. “Jus’… don’t do that again, okay?”
You nod against his shoulder, finally relaxing as the sleep you’ve been running from finally catches up to you.
A/N: Not entirely happy with how this turned out, but it’s my first time writing after years of reading. We’ll see if this becomes a hobby lol
So I have seen people being confused over this. The wording of "RAD isn't part of this universe" only makes sense if SC universe is a separate AU, but the "takes place before the mobile games" seems like it's the same timeline.
So here's my thought to harmonize these two answers:
SC is a complete separate AU, however, it takes place almost immediately after the Great Celestial War and the brothers' fall. While in the mobile games, the earliest main setting is in Nightbringer, where MC is transported to the past, 1 year after the forementioned events (iirc the brothers did mention being holed up in the Demon Lord's Castle for a whole year in an earlier lesson in NB). If we use the Great Celestial War and the Fall as the fixed moments to compare, SC does happen ealier than NB and other mobile games.
To sum up,
Timeline 1: Celestial War -> SC
Timeline 2: Celestial War -> ❌ -> NB -> OG -> IDO
If you believe NB is another timeline from the OG, here's another breakdown
Timeline 1: Celestial War -> SC
Timeline 2: Celestial War -> ❌ -> NB equivalent -> OG -> IDO
Timeline 3: Celestial War -> ❌ -> NB -> whatever happens later in this timeline
If SC belongs to the same timeline with other games, there are some problems:
In SC, there are scenes in which Lucifer and his brothers do not have horns, but only black halos, in the place presumably belonging to the Devildom/Hell. While in the OG, Lucifer is shown to have sprouted two horns immediately after falling while carrying Lilith. Barbatos even said "look at yourself" in that moment. This could potentially impact his oath to Diavolo in the story, because in SC he is only a fallen angel not yet a complete demon, while in the OG he is already one right after his loss in the war.
While I understand the "the brothers have had past lovers" argument, and I agree with it to an extent, Lucifer would be falling for The Sheep a little more than one year after being entangled emotionally and romantically with The Magistrate. A little too fast, no? (Maybe that's just me)
3.1K Words | GN! Reader | Genre: Skit, Comedy | CW: none, MC has a morbid sense of humor
Summary ~ MC is excited to introduce all their friends to the werewolf game, a game of secret roles and social deduction to discover who among them is killing each other off in the night. As is usually the case when the brothers and Diavolo are involved, things don’t go as expected as friend is pitted against friend. Do you think you know who the werewolves are? Find out in the exciting finale!
Day Six
MC: “Everyone awaken to the sixth day. Everyone but one has survived the night. Last night, the werewolves found a very strange person, a witch, in fact. They went for the throat, and even though the witch had a potion to save himself, alas, he chose not to because the idiot wanted to play gacha games instead.”
Leviathan: “It’s a new event! I have to be the first to report on it—“
MC: “Proceed to the corner of shame.”
Leviathan: “The corner of shame.”
Asmodeus: “Ah, Levi…if it isn’t my murderer?”
The two fight like cats and dogs until Lucifer gets sick of the noise, and you order them to sit and stay silent. Levi takes out his game controller, puts it on silent, and the game continues.
Lucifer: “So…now it really is half and half, and it seems all my brothers have died.”
Luke: “What about Beel?”
Lucifer: “I forgot he’s still playing…he’s just sitting there eating. When did you get the cheese puffs?”
Beelzebub: *munch* *munch* “Mmhmmnmm?”
Leviathan: “I guess that’s an answer lol.”
All the ‘Dead’: “That dead don’t speak!”
Leviathan: “Yikes!”
Lucifer: “Right…then as mayor, I call us together again for the sixth time. Barbatos, you have claimed to be a werewolf. Raphael and Solomon, you two stand accused as well. There are only three werewolves remaining. Is it the three of you?”
Solomon: “You would know, wouldn’t you, Lucifer?”
Barbatos: “You’re one to talk; it was your choice to kill Leviathan instead of Luke, as I advised.”
Luke: *gasp!*
Raphael: “No one’s going to kill Luke.”
Lucifer: “Was that your decision then, Raphael?”
Lucifer: “I recall you suggesting to kill Solomon. But he is still here…that clears you of suspicion for now. Meanwhile…Solomon, why aren’t you dead? You cast the blame on everybody but yourself, and yet you’re still alive. Why has no one killed you yet?”
Solomon: “Probably to make me seem suspicious. Now, about Levi—“
Raphael: “Shouldn’t we interrogate Barbatos now, like you advised Lucifer?”
Lucifer: “Right. Barbatos, who did you vote for the first night?”
Solomon: “…”
Barbatos: “For Mammon, naturally.”
Mammon: “Naturally?”
Barbatos: “He was a headache sitting so close to.”
Solomon: “The second night?”
Barbatos: “For the Young Master.”
Everyone: *gasp*
Diavolo: “Barbatos?”
Barbatos: “Naturally, I couldn’t put the young master in a situation where’d he’d be forced to lie about my identity or risk spoiling the game, so it made more sense to vote him out so he could enjoy watching without any pressure instead.”
Luke: “Didn’t you vote for the werewolves each time…I think? Why’d you vote for your own teammates?”
Barbatos: “To draw suspicion away from me.”
Solomon: “Why would you do that when a tanner would want that suspicion so he’d be killed?”
Barbatos: “I suppose my strategy is a bit above your head. Perhaps I will explain later. I could say the same for your strategy of ratting out your teammates.”
Solomon: “Haha.”
Raphael: “Why did that make you laugh? Again, I think we should kill Solomon.”
Solomon: “Kill is such a harsh term, isn’t it? I’d say something like vote? Wouldn’t you? If you were a villager, that is? But didn’t you say you were a w-“
Beelzebub: *munch* *crunch* *munch*
Luke: “Beelzebub, what’s in your mouth?”
Lucifer: “Where did you get that piece of wood, Beel?”
Beelzebub: *shrugging*
Lucifer: “We can get back to that later…let’s finish this game with an overwhelming victory, shall we, Luke?”
Solomon: “…”
Luke: “Yeah!”
Luke: “I nominate Barbatos!”
Solomon: “I second…”
Raphael: “I nominate Solomon.”
Barbatos: “I second.”
Lucifer: “Beelzebub, I’m voting for Barbatos. What will you do?”
Beelzebub: “….”
Beelzebub points his finger…at Barbatos. Lucifer nods approvingly.
Lucifer: “MC! We, the village, have cast our judgment on this man! Reveal to us his true nature!”
Thirteen: “Getting a little intense, huh?”
Diavolo: “Oh, what fun!”
MC: “Judgment has been rendered by the five surviving people of the once populous village. The mayor’s most faithful steward has been accused of being one of the very few people who killed him and all his joyful glory! That is an unforgivable crime, and I hereby sentence you to be flayed until death!”
Simeon: “Nope! No! He was burned alive, that’s all…no more graphic descriptions!”
Luke: “Simeon, why are you covering my ears? You’re supposed to sit with the dead people, remember?”
MC: “Fine, he was burned alive…after he was flayed.”
Simeon: *sigh*
MC: “As your blood bubbles through your red meat on the steak, what sort of creature do they see, Barbatos?”
Barbatos: “Just as I’ve said…a werewolf.”
Luke: “I knew it! We did it! It’s not about to be half and half anymore!”
Raphael: “Good job, Luke, you were right.”
Luke: “Yeah! …but so was Solomon…”
Lucifer: “The day is done, we can discuss tomorrow.”
MC: “It’s as your new mayor says. Everyone, close your eyes and lock your doors shut. Two werewolves remain among you at large, and I’m sure they want revenge for their friend.”
Night Six
MC: “Werewolves, wake up. Who would you like to kill? Right…about time.”
Luke: “Raphael, what do you think that means?”
Raphael: “I don’t know, Luke, we’ll have to find out.”
You proceed with the other roles, waiting for responses that will never come as their former owners sit silently on the sidelines, waiting to see who the winners will be.
MC: “Everyone, wake up. The seventh dawn is here.”
Day Seven
MC: “And finally…it’s all come down to this. Four people remain. In the night, the town drunk stumbled down a hill and split his head open on a rock.”
Simeon: “Dear Heavenly Father…”
MC: “Attracted to the rich aroma of blood and alcohol, the two surviving werewolves made a feast of his juicy, flavorful flesh before stealing away his bones as trophies to keep in their homes.”
Luke: “No one would actually do that?”
MC: “Luke…I would love to introduce you to something called the ID DISCOVERY Channel.”
Luke: “What’s that?”
MC: “It’s something very fun—“
Simeon: “Not happening.”
MC: “Anyway…Beelzebub, you have died. You may now go to the kitchen and leave the wood alone like a good little termite, okay?”
Beelzebub: “Okay! Belphie, come with me?”
Belphegor: “In a minute…I wanna see how this ends.”
Beelzebub: “Okay, I’ll bring us some popcorn then.”
Belphegor: “Good idea.”
MC: “Lucifer, the new mayor, calls the town of four together once more. Would the villager finally snuff out the last werewolves, or would the werewolves enjoy two more delicious bodies?”
Lucifer: “Right…thank you for your continuously disturbing depictions of our deaths, MC. It doesn’t make me think you’ve imagined them at all…now then…Solomon, Luke, Raphael. How should we proceed?”
Raphael: “Killing Solomon, I’ve said for many days now, and people continue to die while he lives.”
Solomon: “You’re the one who’s slipped up many times now and asks to kill me rather than vote on me.”
Raphael: “It’s the same thing, you die either way.”
Lucifer: “Listen to me, Luke. I don’t think the villagers can survive this. It’s still two to two. No matter what happens, someone dies today, and then tonight, revenge is had…”
Solomon: “No. If a villager is voted for, then the werewolves win by a majority, but if a werewolf is killed today and a human tonight, then they only barely win…But I suppose they will still probably win unless the werewolves decide to nicely hand the game over to Luke.”
Raphael: “Why would w—“
Lucifer: “Hm?”
Solomon: “Oh? What was that, now, Raphael? A slip of the tongue?”
Simeon: “Pft!”
Raphael: “Simeon…”
Solomon: “And now you call the name of a dead werewolf?”
Raphael: “He laughed.”
Solomon: “Of course he did. Because you outed yourself the same way he did. You were about to say, ‘ Why would we do that? ‘, weren’t you?”
Luke: “R-Raphael? You’re on our side, right…”
Raphael: “Of course I am. I’m not good at lying…remember?”
Luke: “Y-yea…of course.”
Solomon: “I’ve had enough, it’s clearly Raphael. Not only has he slipped up several times like he did just now, but are we all forgetting he claimed to be the witch when MC clearly stated it to be Leviathan?”
Lucifer: “We haven’t forgotten but let’s not forget MC has been throwing us off this entire game, calling roles that have been out of play.”
Solomon: “Perhaps it was MC’s slip of the tongue then; outing him out of spite. All in favor of Raphael, let’s end this now! Luke, hurry!”
Raphael: “He’s trying to trick you, Luke! He’s the werewolf. If we end him now and then end Lucifer, it’s our win, we don’t need to do another night if we can out them.”
Luke: “R-Right! So, I vote for Solomon!”
Solomon: “Luke. Is that your own opinion? Who is the most suspicious based on the evidence. Don’t be swayed by silver tongues.”
Lucifer: “You of all people do not get to say that…”
Solomon: “Oh?”
Luke: “Then umm…well…I…I guess…Raphael you do seem kinda suspicious…”
Raphael: “So you’d turn on your own kind? We are the only angels left in the game.”
Luke: “Um!”
Lucifer: “This has nothing to do with our species. In this game, we are humans and werewolves. Luke, come sit next to me. Raphael is the one you should be afraid of right now.”
Luke: “Uh…umm! I-I vote for Raphael!”
Raphael: *sigh* “I see…”
MC: “Raphael, you are to be quartered by the vote of the village!”
Luke: “What’s quartered?”
MC: “It’s when—hmph mrph? Simeon?”
Simeon: “That’s enough out of you…”
MC: “Fine. Raphael is dragged kicking and screaming into the square.”
Raphael: “I…would never do that…”
MC: “Each foot and hand is tied to a different bull, which are then set loose in opposite directions…”
Simeon: “…”
MC: “….”
All: “…”
MC: “He is dead now.”
Luke: “P-Poor Raphael.”
MC: “Raphael…what do they see when they find your remains?”
Raphael: “…”
Raphael: “A wolf.”
Solomon: “Hahaha, I knew it!”
Lucifer: “Good job, Luke.”
Luke: “Raphael…you lied to me…”
Raphael: “I’m sorry, Luke. I was asked to treat this game seriously, so it was necessary…and yet I failed…”
Luke: “I thought you weren’t good at lying…”
Simeon: “Oh dear…should we have invited Luke to this game?”
MC: “And so the seventh night arrives—“
Solomon: “Not so fast, MC.”
MC: “I’m literally the narrator?”
Solomon: “Rather than having Lucifer kill Luke or me in the middle of the night…let’s leave this all up to Luke, the apprentice priest. After all, a godly boy like him should be able to recognize who the werewolf is.”
MC: “I see… with one werewolf remaining alive…the youngest villager is left to decide the fate of the village. Who is the werewolf? Will he avenge his fallen allies or hand victory directly to the werewolves that mauled his friends and drank their blood?”
Luke: “I…I…is this how the game is played?”
MC: “No, I fucked it up a while ago, but we’re just going with it.”
Luke: “Huh?”
Raphael: “Language.”
MC: “The dead do not speak.”
Raphael: *signing*
MC: “I do not know sign language…”
Raphael: *sigh*
Leviathan: “Lol loophole successfully avoided.”
Lucifer: “Luke, I haven’t been wrong a single time in this game. Think very carefully about who you believe.”
Solomon: “Luke, Lucifer has been under suspicion from the very beginning and yet he still lives.”
Lucifer: “Luke. You know me by now. What do I do when I come across a threat?”
Luke: “You deal with it head-on.”
Lucifer: “Exactly. Solomon has had it out for me this entire time; it only makes sense he’s the werewolf because if I were, I’d have killed him already. Not only that, but you know Solomon, too; he gets into your head so he can win. He ratted out his teammates, and he keeps trying to manipulate you to his side as he did with seventy-two demons, including my brother.”
Solomon: “Oh? I thought we weren’t bringing up the real world?”
Lucifer: “We aren’t discussing our species, but this isn’t about species, it’s about social deduction, which is something we use every day. Knowing that…Luke who do you vote for?”
Solomon: “Hold on, you don’t get to have the last word—“
Luke: “It’s Solomon!”
Solomon: “Hold on, Luke! We’ve been playing this game for over an hour, don’t let that go to waste.”
Lucifer: “What does time have to do with anything?”
Solomon: “Fine, if you don’t believe me, Luke, believe everyone else that voted for Lucifer and turned out to be innocent!”
Lucifer: “Weren’t you the one who accused those people? Right from the beginning, you chose Satan, did you not?”
Solomon: “He accused you without evidence. That was an obvious choice, but even then I had suspicions.”
Luke: “…umm…Simeon, what do I do?”
Simeon: “Make your own choices, Luke. No one can do that for you.”
Mammon: “That was deep.”
Satan: “Shut up, this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!”
Luke: “The moment Satan has been waiting for is for Lucifer to lose…so then that would make him a werewolf, right?…but if he’s human, I’d lose too…Satan wouldn’t care as long as Lucifer loses, so I should just ignore him.”
Raphael: “Good…talk it out, Luke…”
Luke: “Lord Diavolo can tell when people are lying, and he still put Lucifer in charge of the village even though his other right-hand man, Mephistopheles, was innocent, so then he would’ve been choosing between two innocent people…he’d pick Mephistopheles if Lucifer was a werewolf like Barbatos…so…so…Solomon! Solomon, I hereby declare you guilty of treason!”
Solomon: “Huh?”
Luke: “For the crime of killing my friends, you will be chained to the pig sty for people to throw rocks at!”
Simeon: “Well…that was the least violent way to go so far, I think…”
Lucifer: “Good job, Luke. I knew I could count on you.”
Luke: “Thank you! …Why is everyone making that face….oh no…”
Solomon: “It’s too late now.”
MC: “Solomon, accused of being a hot, bloodthirsty werewolf—“
Barbatos: “Beg pardon?”
MC: “Is tied to a pig sty to be eaten.”
Luke: “Do pigs eat people?”
MC: “Yes…but…they aren’t the only ones that eat people…”
MC: “Lucifer…why don’t you play us out here?”
Lucifer: “Certainly… Tied to a pig sty, Solomon is completely defenseless, so I take Luke’s hand and guide him to our accomplishment.”
Luke: “Our? Oh, thank goodness.”
Lucifer: “I smile down at Luke, and I bear my fangs.”
Luke: “…”
Lucifer: “I use one claw to cut his wrist and turn him into a werewolf…Solomon will be his first meal.”
Lucifer: “If he refuses, I’ll just eat them both…I win.”
Luke: “Nooooooo!”
Satan: “NOOOOO!”
Mammon: “Dammit! You had one job!”
Belphegor: “Man, I was really hoping you would die…”
Raphael: “I was so close…why did I have to pull a Simeon?”
Solomon: “Is that what we’re calling a slip of the tongue now?”
Luke: “I…I let everyone down…”
Lucifer: “You didn’t let me down even the slightest, Luke.”
Luke: “I’m not talking to you!”
Simeon: “There, there, Luke…”
Luke: “You either, Simeon! I can’t believe everyone I trusted most tricked me, and you didn’t even look guilty!”
Simeon: “Well…that was the game…”
Mammon: “I can believe Lucifer and Barbatos murdering everyone, but the angels? That was super weird to see them plotting behind everyone's backs like that…”
Asmodeus: “Yeah! Raphael, you’re such a good actor!”
Raphael: “Get off of me before I get my spear!”
Thirteen: “Wait! So, who was everyone!? We know the werewolves were me, Barbatos, Lucifer, Simeon, and Raphael, but who was the tanner?”
MC: “There wasn’t one.”
All: “WHAT?”
MC: “I threw that in there to throw you off.”
Diavolo: “Ahahahahaha!”
Solomon: “Then were the other roles real or just people pretending?”
MC: “The other roles were real.”
Satan: “I was the seer, and I chose Lucifer the first night, and I told you, and you all killed me!”
Simeon: “To be fair…you weren’t any different from usual.”
Beelzebub: “Mhm…”
Belphegor: “You were the drunk, right, Beel?”
Beelzebub: “Yep.”
Asmodeus: “And my dear traitor brother Levi was the witch, and I was the priest trying to save everyone!”
Thirteen: “Yeah, that was really funny to watch…”
Raphael: “You are the last person that should be a priest…”
Mephistopheles: “That first night when I saw everyone, I was so angry. I was completely right about it being Lucifer, and no one believed me, then you told the werewolves to open their eyes, and it was him! Not just him, but Lord Diavolo’s most trusted ally, Barbatos, and the two sneaky angels.”
Raphael: “I’m sneaky?”
Mephistopheles: “Aren’t you a hit man?”
Simeon: “And what about me?”
Mephistopheles: “Your smile doesn’t fool me at all, it just fills me with dread…”
Lucifer: “And you were the insomniac, weren’t you, Belphie?”
Belphegor: “Yeah. The night I found out Barbatos wasn’t a villager or tanner, I got killed off and couldn’t even do anything to tell you.”
Diavolo: “Haha! Yes, that was quite funny. You were so close, too!”
Lucifer: “Well, MC, I believe this game night of yours was a success.”
Diavolo: “Yes, I can’t wait to do this again!”
Mephistopheles: “Again?”
Simeon: “I’m not sure Luke’s faith in us should take anymore blows.”
MC: “He learned a valuable lesson.”
Simeon: “What would that be, MC? Seven plus different ways to murder someone?”
MC: “No…”
Luke: “What did I learn then…from all that?”
MC: “Not to trust Lucifer.”
Lucifer: “Hey. I think the lesson was not to trust anyone.”
Raphael: “That’s an awful lesson.”
Diavolo: “A lesson isn’t learned after only one time, right? Let’s aim for this time next week. Next time I’ll be the narrator, since my power makes my playing a little unfair. Plus, it seems like fun to come up with ways to kill all of you.”
Raphael: “That was a concerning statement just now…”
Simeon: “I think I’ll take Luke to bed now.”
Luke: “No! Solomon can take me!”
Solomon: “Hahaha!”
Simeon: “Oh dear…”
Luke: “I’m telling Michael all about how you conspired to kill me.”
Raphael: “Just make sure he knows it was a game.”
Everyone filed out the door one by one, and the brothers cleaned up and headed to bed, leaving you standing next to Lucifer in the now-empty room.
Lucifer: “So…what was all that about Lord Diavolo being ‘perfect’ and ‘elegant’ and what was it…’glorious’?”
MC: “Doesn’t matter.”
Lucifer: “I believe it does matter…”
MC: “Okay then, while we’re at it, did you curse the papers so you could be a werewolf and kill everyone off?”
Lucifer: “Hmm, you’re right, it doesn’t matter after all…”
MC: “That’s what I thought. Now then… how do you think Diavolo is going to kill us off?”
Lucifer: “With tears in his eyes, I’m sure.”
MC: “That’s gonna be hilarious! Those photos will make for great additions to the Diavolo folder! I can’t wait!”
Lucifer: “Good grief…You’re beginning to sound like him, too...now off to bed with you.”
We all have our own headcanons about the demons' pact marks, but throughout all the headcanons, theories and speculations I've seen around, there was one thing I found in common with at least 90% of them: the hability to pull/ feel the other through the pact mark
Overall, many use it as a way for MC or the Brothers to call each other's attention. So hear me out:
Imagine an MC that, once they have realized and learned how to communicate through pact marks, starts reaching out to the brothers for pretty mudane reasons.
What I'm talking about is, you have one of the demon brothers just walking around somewhere when suddenly they feel a tingle coming from their pact mark, almost like a flower blooming in fast speed. It sparkled and desappeared like small firecrackers in the beach, leaving the demon's heart beating fast with how much love such a simple, and fast, feeling was filled with.
The human has just sent their way a big and excited 'Hi!!!'
...How can one carry so much happiness directed at demons in just one small gesture??
And imagine MC sending little 'good nights' to the brothers as they go sleep. And of course, the brothers sending a small reply back. A soothing feeling, almost like a lull that truly, deeply, wishes you a good night of sleep.
And imagine pulling on Lucifer's mark late at night, almost like a bird's angry tug at his clothes and demand him to get some rest.
Pulling on Mammon's mark in the middle of a class, almost like a small 'psst' in the back of his mind.
Pulling on Levi's mark at random times of the day, like a daily check up, just to tell him that, no matter the distance, they will still think of him.
Pulling on Satan's mark in the middle of a counsil meeting, where he and MC have full conversations, and possibly debates, through feelings alone.
Pulling on Asmo's mark, even when the both him and MC are already impossibly close and hugging, just because MC needs him to know how much he makes them happy.
Pulling on Beel's mark when he is having a nightmare, making sure he knows they are there for him.
Pulling on Belphie's mark and magically waking him up from deep slumber, awaken by the stroke of energy MC has sent his way alone.
You watched as every other demon in the room yawned, too.
Lucifer had the grace to cover his mouth with a gloved hand. His deep voice always made for a very pleasant yawn.
Mammon moved his arm as if to cover his mouth, but changed his mind halfway and instead stretched it above his head, which he threw back to yawn into the air. It looked very satisfying.
Leviathan kept both hands firmly on his D.D.D. No yawn, nor hiccup, nor sneeze would break his full combo, even if his yawn was very vocal.
A tear appeared in the corner of Satan's eye when he quietly yawned. He wiped it away, then wiped his finger off on his pants before turning the page of his novel.
Asmodeus used the back of his hand to cover his yawn. It was very classy, and his pinky finger stuck out a bit from his other fingers.
Beelzebub had some food stuck in his teeth, which were visible when he yawned. You noted that everyone's teeth looked pointier than usual with their mouths wide open. He ended his yawn by smacking his lips.
