a/n: omg it’s been too long and so much has been going on. I’ve gotten so much more busy. But I got motivation from seeing a post on here 😩 I usually don’t do sub!Leviathan but I wanted to see how I would do lmao.
Leviathan x Reader.
Cw: Rough Sex, Sub!Reader x Sub!Leviathan, failed dom moment, Double Penetration, Levi having two dicks, Creampies, Fem!reader, mentions of a vibrator and a strap.
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You had been skeptical when you first had gotten with Leviathan because you’d known from day one that Leviathan was a sub—the blushing, the squirming, the way a single mention of kissing made him sputter like a broken engine. Adorable, really.
The only problem? So were you.
And you weren’t exactly subtle about it either. Anyone with half a brain could see it from a mile away, which meant you were definitely not equipped to dominate your boyfriend. You both tried anyway, taking turns, but it almost always ended the same: tangled together, whimpering and fumbling in the dark.
Although… there were times it worked out. Somewhat. As much as two subs playing pretend could ever work out.
Like this one time:
Skin slapping skin. Needy gasps mixing with the rhythmic creak of Leviathan’s tub. The room was heated, thick with the smell of sweat and sex that clung to your skin.
You were straddling Leviathan’s lap, both his cocks buried deep inside you, thighs trembling from the effort of riding him. He was flushed all the way down to his pale chest, indigo hair plastered to his forehead as he let out a whiny moan. His own thighs shook as he sloppily thrust up every time you slammed down, the two of you moving in desperate, uncoordinated rhythm.
Smack! Smack!
You whimpered when his dark indigo nails dug into your waist. Your thighs were burning—but it was your turn to try dominating him, so you had to push through. A sharp moan tore from your throat when he threw his head back and jerked his hips up again, the buzzing of the vibrator in his ass a constant reminder that you’d put it there to make him feel even better.
You tangled your fingers in his hair and yanked his head toward you—maybe a little too hard, because he gasped and his eyes went wide, which instantly made you feel bad and reminded you that you would suck as a dom—but then your lips crashed together in a sloppy, messy kiss that left you both dazed and panting.
You weren’t even sure how long you’d been riding him. All you knew was that his cocks were twitching, which meant he was close. You’d already come at least twice, his cocks hitting that perfect, sweet spot inside you over and over until the base of his cocks were a creamy, obscene mess.
“Ah—feels so good—faster!” Leviathan whined against your lips, hips jerking up messily, sunset eyes glistening with tears. “I-I’m so close!”
“You—nngh—gross otaku,” you gasped, trying to sound mean but failing spectacularly. “You’re already about to cum? Just from me riding you? That’s… that’s pathetic.”
Fuck, you sucked at this.
But Leviathan groaned anyway, thrusting up even faster, so maybe it didn’t matter.
“Next time,” you panted, barely holding onto that nonexistent thread of dominance that you were trying to manifest, “I’ll just use a strap to fuck you instead of sticking a vibrator in your ass.”
It came out in a syrup sweet voice that sounded like you were begging to get bred, not threatening to ruin him.
And the saddest part? You both knew it was bullshit. You’d tried the strap once. It had not gone well.(Maybe you’d try again someday. Maybe.)
But those seemed to be the magic words, because Leviathan gave a broken sob and his hips jerked up one last time. The vibrator pressed directly against his prostate, making him see stars, and he went so deep that the thick heads of his cocks nudged your cervix. Your eyes rolled back as his cocks throbbed violently, and then he was coming hard, filling you to the brim with hot, sticky ropes of cum.
You ground down slowly, your cunt clenching around him, milking him as the sensation of being so full made you shudder. You were so overstimulated you could barely breathe.
You were both panting as you slumped against him, skin sticky and flushed. The vibrator still buzzed inside him, making him whimper every few seconds as his hips gave little involuntary jerks even as his cocks started to soften.
Squelch. Squelch.
The sound was obscene.
Your face burned at the memory.
But it was fine. Because next session? It was Leviathan’s turn to dominate you. You couldn’t wait for him to tie you to the bed, maybe wrap those long fingers around your throat, whisper all those mean things he was so much better at saying than you were.
You had caught him staring at the silk ropes on his nightstand earlier, that familiar envious glint in his eyes.
Maybe you’d make him a little jealous first. He always got rougher when his sin flared up.
a/n: Damn, I haven't posted in a while but I finally had some ideas. This was just a filthy idea that came to me lmao. I should be posting another fic soon enough but it will be much longer than this.
Leviathan x Reader.
Cw: Rough Sex, Jealous!Levi, Possessiveness, Double Penetration, Degradation, Choking, Dumbification, Levi having two dicks, Creampies, Fem!reader, kinda OOC.
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You had no idea how you ended up like this—on your hands and knees, your back arched so obscenely deep that your ass was high in the air, presenting like some desperate bitch in heat. You’d been like this for what felt like hours, stuffed full of two thick cocks, stretched beyond reason, your cunt clinging to them greedily despite not knowing how the hell they even fit in the first place. But they did—oh, they did—and now, they dragged against your slick, gooey walls, each thrust sending pleasure-cracked lightning through your body. One thick, blunt cock nudged mercilessly against your sweet spot while the other rammed into your cervix over and over, a punishing rhythm that left you shaking and delirious, every nerve in your body reduced to raw sensation.
The filthy plap! plap! of skin against skin echoed through the room, mingling with your ragged moans. Every thrust sent Leviathan’s heavy balls smacking against your swollen clit, the impact making your toes curl, your body shudder. It felt too good—too much. Your eyes rolled back as you drooled onto the floor, your body strung tight between pleasure and unbearable need.
“L-Levi! I-it’s—ah!—too much!” You whimpered, weakly trying to crawl forward, your trembling hands dragging uselessly and pathetically against the smooth floor. But you barely made it an inch before he growled, his long, serpentine tail snapping around your waist like a vice.
With a sharp yank, he hauled you back hard onto his cocks, impaling you deeper, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your vision blurred with white-hot pleasure as he bottomed out, stuffing you so full your cunt spasmed around the thick intrusion, making you choke on a broken scream.
“But it wasn’t too much when you were acting like a little slut around Belphie, huh?” Leviathan spat, his voice laced with venom. One clawed hand cracked down onto your ass—
SMACK!
A high-pitched mewl ripped from your throat as your abused cunt clenching down around him like a vice, milking him without even meaning to. His rhythm never faltered—deep, ruthless strokes that had your thighs quivering, your mind unraveling at the edges. Your mind scrambled, barely able to grasp what he was talking about—Belphie?
Vaguely, you remembered the youngest brother trying to tug you down for a nap, how you’d squirmed away, desperately refusing because you knew how Leviathan got. As much as he was the awkward, blushing otaku who stammered at the mere mention of holding hands, he was also the Avatar of Envy. And when that envy took hold of him?
He fucked you like the demon that he was, like he needed to carve his claim into your body, brand you from the inside out.
And fuck, it was always so hot.
“I-I—ngh!—didn’t d-do anything,” you moaned, only to yelp when Levi yanked your head back by your hair, exposing your throat, forcing your back into an even deeper arch. His cocks drove into you even harder, your walls stretching around him in helpless surrender. You swore you could feel him in your throat with how impossibly deep he was.
“Didn’t do anything? That w-wasn’t—ah!—an apology, you fucking whore,” Leviathan sneered, his sweaty indigo bangs plastered to his forehead, coral horns gleaming under the ethereal blue glow of his massive fish tank. Henry 2.0 swam lazily in the background, oblivious to the debauchery taking place in front of him.
The creamy mess at the base of his cocks was proof of how many times he had already wrung you dry—how many times he had forced your spent cunt to cum, again and again, until you were nothing more than a twitching, babbling wreck.
Another sharp tug on your hair made you cry out, his claws digging deep into your waist. He was always so mean when he fucked you like this, so cruel. You knew if you didn’t apologize properly, he’d break you completely—fuck you until you passed out, just to prove a point. It only made your cunt clench even more tightly around his cocks at the thought.
When he changed his pace, slowing just enough to make you feel every thick vein, every ridge, your forehead dropped against the cool floor. You drooled messily onto it, shuddering, your pupils practically heart-shaped at the change in pace. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the fat, leaking heads stretching your entrance, before driving all the way in again, burying himself to the base, grinding deep. The pressure against your cervix made your breath hitch, made your walls squeeze around him in helpless spasms. His tail still kept your hips up, ass high in the air, forcing you to take everything he gave you.
“‘M-‘m sorry! I-I won’t—f-fuck—do it again!” you sobbed, voice breaking into little hiccupping cries. Another deep, merciless grind had you gasping, his cocks stretching you so wide it felt like they were reshaping your insides. “I-I’ll be g-good!”
At your pathetic little plea, Leviathan’s cocks throbbed, the tight heat of your desperate little cunt making him groan. He leaned forward, pressing his sweaty, overheated chest against your back, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as his long fingers abandoned your hair in favor to sliding down—
Oh.
Oh.
A keening whimper tore from your throat as his thumb pressed down, circling your swollen, aching bud in tight, merciless motions. Your cunt instantly clamped down, gripping him in a desperate, needy vice. Fuck—fuck—just that and the slow, deliberate grind of his hips had you teetering on the edge.
“I-I can feel you tightening up,” Levi panted, his breath hot against your ear. His normally pale cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his sunset-colored eyes glowing orange with predatory hunger. His thumb pressed down harder, faster, dragging you toward the inevitable. “Gonna make a mess on my cocks again, huh?”
Your toes curled. Your eyes rolled. You tried to rock back against him, to get him to pound you again, but his tail kept you trapped. You whined, needy, desperate.
“L-Levi! M-more—ahn!—I n-need more!”
The groan he let out was pure filth, low and breathless. His breath tickled your ear as he dragged his tongue along the shell before pulling back again. You whimpered when his fingers left your clit, but before you could protest, his hands clamped around your waist and—
He slammed into you.
“You were just whining that it was too much, and now you want more?” Leviathan panted, voice rough. “I-I guess—s-shit—I shouldn’t expect anything less from a cock-hungry little slut like you.”
His heavy balls slammed against your clit again, the wet plap! plap! echoing through the room, so obscene you would’ve blushed if you had a single thought left in your fucked-out brain. The sound of your sloppy cunt sucking him in, taking both of his cocks to the root, was filthy. It only made you get wetter, made your slick drip down your thighs, messy and wanton.
One of his hands released your waist and snaked up—
Around your throat.
Your high-pitched squeal turned into something closer to a gargled sob as his grip tightened just enough, the pressure sending you careening straight over the edge. Your body trembled violently, your walls spasming around his cocks, milking them greedily as you gushed, slick dripping down your trembling thigh. Your mind blanked, drowned in white-hot euphoria. You weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore, just slurred, broken babbles of his name.
Leviathan let out a guttural moan, his grip tightening as he slammed into you one last time—twice—before burying himself deep and cumming.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your already abused cunt, making you tremble as the heat pooled inside you. He didn’t stop, didn’t pull out—just rocked his hips lazily, fucking his seed even deeper, filling you until you overflowed.
You barely twitched when his tail gently flipped you onto your back, legs spread, his cum already beginning to leak from your wrecked cunt. You expected him to be back to his awkward, flustered self—to stammer out apologies for being so rough, to blush and look away like he always did.
But your breath hitched when you looked up at him.
He was still in his demon form, his tail flicking idly, those glowing sunset eyes fixed on you like prey. His cocks—still hard—were glistening with his own release, drooling more thick strands onto your already ruined entrance.
Fuck.
“I thought we were done. I already apologized,” you murmured, voice shaky—though your traitorous thighs spread wider in silent invitation. Your twitchy, leaking cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for him to fill it again.
Leviathan’s lips curled, his tail coiling possessively around your waist. He took both of his cocks in one hand and—
Pap! Pap! Pap!
He slapped your soaked, needy cunt with the heavy, leaking heads, making you jolt, slick spilling even more in anticipation.
“It wasn’t good enough,” he murmured, voice dangerously low. “You need to give me a better apology.”
Leviathan was definitely going to fuck you unconscious.
I swear tho, if I see people start deleting their fics I'm going to be so upset. Even if the game isn't getting more content that doesn't mean the fandom has to end too.
You can rest assured that I’ll never delete mine either. Even if there is naught but tumbleweeds blowing through the fandom, this blog shall remain and its posts continue on!
But definitely agreeing that fandom doesn’t have to end! The fandom is the best part! We can continue to love and create for these characters as long as we desire.
"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
“Uhm. No I don't have an Obey Me au—” everyone has an Obey Me au dipshit it came free with the “devs keep retconning very important stuff, world building, characters and morality in Devildom and Celestial Realm has no consistency, we don't even know the real personality of our fav because they were written so differently so many times and we're all pretending there is a story and lore we like but in reality we're all screaming crying throwing up all over our blogs”
a/n: I always wanted to make a yandere x yandere fic. I feel like it didn't come off as dark as it could have been lmao.
Cw: Yandere x Yandere(which means usual talks about killing, love potions, confinement, etc), Yandere!Levi, Yandere!MC(but you're trying to do better), Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Levi having two dicks, some dub-con(there's protests at first but MC actually wants him), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.
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It was becoming too much—how you felt, the way your emotions churned inside you like a storm you couldn’t control. You were trying so hard not to give in to your usual behavior, to be normal, to keep it together. But the obsessive thoughts, the relentless impulse to take, to control, to own, were beginning to creep up, growing stronger with each passing day.
You’d managed to keep that side of yourself under wraps—relatively speaking—by focusing on anything and everything else. You buried yourself in distractions, anything to keep your mind off the darker urges. That was why you avoided relationships, why you pushed away any romantic feelings.
But that wasn’t enough anymore, because you were in love. Completely and utterly in love. The target of your affection was Leviathan, the shy, awkward, but endearing otaku. You hadn’t meant for it to happen; you’d kept your walls tall and unyielding, only offering detached friendship to the demon, just like you did with his brothers. But somehow, that detached friendship had morphed into an actual friendship.
You reasoned with yourself that it was okay to have a friend, as long as it didn’t become more. Friendship was harmless, right? You could handle that.
Wrong.
You quickly went from being just another normie to becoming his Henry, and with that came a shift you hadn’t anticipated. He started dragging you into his room more often, refusing to let you leave with those big, sad eyes and that lovely blush on his face. He’d ask you to stay just a bit longer, his voice tinged with a plea you found impossible to resist. Maybe your mistake was relenting so often, convincing yourself that you were doing it for the sake of your friendship, feeding into the denial that you weren’t crossing a line.
It was during one of those many nights spent gaming together that the truth hit you—like a bucket of ice-cold water. You were infatuated with him. The realization came when you found yourself wondering how you could keep him isolated, how you could ensure that no one else could be around him but you. The thought startled you, made you question everything. You were trying to be good, to do better. You couldn’t possibly be infatuated. That wasn’t you, not anymore. So you decided you needed to distance yourself from him, just a bit, so you could get over whatever it was you were feeling. It should have been easy, right?
Wrong again.
You didn’t anticipate Leviathan’s persistence. You thought of him as too shy, too easily flustered to chase after anyone, least of all you. But he never gave up. He whined in your ear, his voice desperate and needy, tugging on your clothes like a child afraid of being left alone. He even went as far as staying in your room with you, refusing to leave your side. It was so out of character, so unlike the Leviathan you thought you knew, that it rendered you speechless every single time. (And maybe, just maybe, another mistake you made was not paying closer attention to the hidden obsession lurking in his eyes, the way they darkened with something deeper, something more dangerous.)
Seeing such persistence warmed your heart, though. It showed you that he was willing to fight for you, to keep you close no matter what. Infatuation quickly turned into love—so completely in love. But just because you were in love didn’t necessarily mean it had to be obsessive or controlling, right? It could be a pure love, right?
Completely and utterly wrong. (And you wondered, in those rare moments of clarity, was anything you decided ever the right choice?)
The thoughts about being the only one around him consumed you. The maddening jealousy you felt when you heard him talk to his friends online, the burning urge to destroy all of his Ruri-chan merchandise—because how dare he love anything else but you?!—the overwhelming need to check all his electronics to make sure there was no one else… it all started to eat away at you.
All you could think of was him: Leviathan, Leviathan, Leviathan.
But still, you tried. You tried your best to fight it, because you were trying to do better. To be good. You wanted to love him in a pure, wholesome way. You didn’t want your love to be so obsessive, so twisted. But it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urges. (But were you really even trying hard enough, or were you just kidding yourself?)
It took all your willpower not to give in, but even with that, there were small things you did without his knowledge—like taking articles of his clothing, savoring the way they smelled of him. You took harmless peeks here and there at his computer and even his phone (and it wasn’t like he made it hard to figure out his passwords when he put it in right in front of you). Occasionally, you’d discourage him from going outside, convincing him it was safer, better to stay in. But it was all harmless, at least that’s what you wanted to believe, because at least you hadn’t snuck in a love potion to make him yours. (Not yet, at least.)
Still, you knew deep down that you couldn’t continue like this. The thought of hurting Leviathan twisted your heart—but you would, without hesitation, if he ever so much as looked at someone else. HE WAS YOURS. The intensity of your love for him made it clear that you needed to try again to put some distance between you, even if it meant spending time with one of his brothers instead. (It was almost laughable how desperate they were for your attention.)
That decision is what led you to your current predicament. It was your fault, yes, but your intentions were pure—at least, that’s what you told yourself. (Or was it that you were just too afraid to surrender completely?)
“I can’t,” you repeated firmly, holding your ground as you rejected Leviathan’s invitation to hang out. “I have plans with Beel.”
“P-Plans?” he echoed, his voice thick with disbelief, as though the word itself was foreign to him. His tone softened into a desperate plea. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Beel will understand if you cancel.”
The way he looked at you—so sweet, so hopeful—almost broke your resolve. But you knew you had to stay strong. “I already said I can’t. I’ll hang out with you afterwards.”
With one last, fleeting glance in his direction, you turned and walked away. If you had only looked back, you would have seen the dark, ominous scowl that had settled on his face.
When you returned from your outing with Beelzebub, who was sweet but unbearably boring, you found yourself debating whether to go see Leviathan. But you decided against it, reminding yourself of the need to maintain your distance, no matter how much it hurt. You clung to that conviction even as you ignored the constant stream of message notifications chiming from your D.D.D while you got ready for bed.
And maybe—just maybe—if you hadn’t been so completely lost in sleep, you would have noticed Leviathan standing silently at the foot of your bed, his demon form fully revealed, with slitted, orange-glowing eyes fixed intently on your figure.
This pattern continued for an entire week. You spent time with one brother after another, each day rejecting Leviathan’s invitations with an ache in your heart. But then, something strange started happening. Random pieces of your clothing—mostly your panties—began to disappear. Objects like your notebooks, chapstick, hair ties, and even pillows vanished without a trace. By that point, you knew it wasn’t just your imagination.
It made you want to scream. Someone actually had the audacity to take your things—and how dare they covet you when you belonged to Levi! The thought burned in your mind, making it nearly impossible to focus as Satan tried to engage you in conversation at the cat café. The soft meows and gentle purring of the cats around you did nothing to soothe the growing anger bubbling inside. Every time you saw a playful swish of a tail or felt a soft nuzzle, your thoughts drifted back to the house, to the annoyance you were going to have to deal with. You knew you’d have to investigate more thoroughly the moment you returned.
Once the two of you finally arrived back at the house, you were on a mission. Barely muttering a goodbye to Satan, you made a beeline for your room, your heart pounding with anticipation. The hallways blurred as you stormed through them, your mind solely focused on getting answers, to check and see if anything else went missing. Reaching your door, you flung it open with a force that made the hinges creak. But the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.
Leviathan was sitting on your bed, his posture casual yet somehow possessive, as if he owned not just the bed but the entire space around him. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, you faltered, the anger you had felt earlier mixing with surprise and something else you couldn’t quite name (was it excitement?). You closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should have in the stillness.
“Levi?” you questioned, your voice wavering slightly. The intensity of his gaze when he finally looked up at you made your breath catch. His usually soft and shy demeanor was replaced with something far more focused, almost predatory.
“Did you have fun with Satan?” he asked bluntly, his voice low and steady. The stillness of his figure, the way he didn’t move a muscle, made you instantly cautious. It was like he was waiting for something—for a slip, a crack in your composure.
“I did,” you lied easily, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. The truth was, you had hated every second of your time with Satan, and it wasn’t just because of him. You loathed going out with any of Leviathan’s brothers.
Leviathan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he observed you. It felt like he could see right through your lie, peeling back layers to uncover the truth you were trying to hide. The intensity of his scrutiny almost made you shiver. But then, as quickly as the tension had arisen, it dissipated. Leviathan looked away, his fingers beginning to fidget with his D.D.D. The shift in his demeanor was almost surreal.
“W-would you like to come to my room? We haven’t s-spent time together,” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. When he looked at you again, his eyes were no longer sharp and probing but soft and vulnerable.
You hesitated, weighing your options. It should be fine to go with him this one time. You told yourself you’d make it quick—just a few minutes in his room, and then you’d leave. The sudden foreboding feeling you had should had deterred you yet you chose to ignore it (or maybe you just didn’t want to see the signs right in front of you).
“Sure.” A word that sealed your fate.
As you walked with him through the dimly lit hallway, the anxiety grew stronger, tightening its grip on your chest with every step. Leviathan was close enough that you could feel the occasional brush of his arm against yours, and each touch sent a jolt through your body, heightening your unease. The closer you got to his room, the heavier the air felt, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You wondered if you would be able to bolt if things spiraled out of control, your mind already calculating the distance to the door and the speed you’d need to escape.
When you both stood in front of his door, the tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that made your skin crawl. It was almost ominous when he opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, the sound of the door creaking open like a warning you were too stubborn to heed. As you walked in, your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything out of place, but everything looked the same. His usual setup, the familiar clutter of manga and figurines… So why were you feeling like th—oh.
Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze landed on his desk. Those were your items scattered across it, some new things that you hadn’t even realized were missing yet. And there, in his tub, nestled among his many sheets and body pillows, were your clothes, panties and pillows, arranged almost reverently.
You stood there, paralyzed by shock, even as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in your ears.
“Levi, that’s… my stuff, my clothes,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He was standing so close behind you now that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against your back, making you shiver involuntarily.
“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, his voice low and eerily calm, completely ignoring your statement as if it were irrelevant. His breath tickled your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.
This wasn’t what you expected. Leviathan wasn’t supposed to be like you, caught in the same struggle, battling the same obsession. The thought made your heart race. That wasn’t good—you didn’t want to be pulled further into obsession, into depravity. You wanted to be normal, to be better, to be good. You chanted those words to yourself like a prayer, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity, even as you finally turned to look at him.
He was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his eyes locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.
But you couldn’t give in. You were determined to have a wholesome, pure romance with him. You had to resist, had to keep things from spiraling out of control.
“Don’t make me ask you again,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he grabbed your chin with a firm hand, his hold almost bruising in its intensity (and his aggressiveness shouldn’t have been so arousing to you).
“Things were getting too… intense. I just wanted a bit of space so things could mellow down between us,” you answered hesitantly, your words stumbling over themselves as you tried to make him understand. But even as you spoke, you could feel the flimsiness of your excuse, the way it barely held together under the weight of the truth.
“Intense?” He grinned, a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else, with an almost maniacal edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he could see right through you, as if he knew all the things you’d done behind his back, all the secrets you thought you’d kept hidden.
But you stubbornly kept your mouth shut. You could do this—you could talk him down, make him see reason. You would keep your distance and regain control (liar, liar, liar. All you did was lie).
“I know you want me. At first, I couldn’t believe it because why would you want me? But then, you started taking some of my clothes.” He looked deeply pleased as he let go of your chin, bending down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. “I could even feel your envy, your jealousy when I’d game with my friends or when I gave too much attention to anything else that wasn’t you.”
You sucked in a breath as he slowly nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through your body, heat pooling in your core despite yourself.
“I thought things were going well,” he paused, his voice darkening as he continued, “but then you started spending time with my brothers. You were ignoring my messages and invitations to come to my room.” As those words left his lips, the nipping grew harsher until he bit down on your neck deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. The sudden sharp pain made you yelp and squirm in his grasp, but his hold was unrelenting.
He snarled at your attempts to break free, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you froze again, your body betraying you as a wave of desire crashed over you. You wanted to give in so badly—you wanted him to be yours. You wanted to be his. This side of him was so unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.
“I need you to explain yourself. Now.” His grip tightened as he fisted his hand in your hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.
You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Levi, this just isn’t… healthy. I’m trying to do better.”
He scoffed, as if your answer was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “We want to be with each other. Does anything else matter?”
His words were tempting, far too tempting. But you wanted your love to last, to be built on a solid foundation (but really, you were just a fucking coward).
“It does matter. How about you let me go back to my room so we can think about this?” you suggested, your voice trembling slightly. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp, and you winced in pain (but you wanted him to be even more aggressive, to show you how much he loved you).
“You, better than anyone, should know that you aren’t going anywhere. If I have to tie you up, then I will.” He released your hair with a sudden force and pushed you down onto the floor. The impact was harsh, and you barely managed to catch yourself with your hands before your head could hit the hard surface. He stood over you, a blank expression on his face as he watched you struggle to steady yourself.
“L-Levi, just calm down. We can talk about this,” you pleaded softly, your voice trembling as he dropped to his knees, caging you in his arms against the cold, hard floor. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the coolness of the floor beneath you. If he kept pushing, you knew you would give in.
“For someone who wants me just as badly, you’re protesting too much.” His voice was low, dangerously calm, as he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips. “But don’t worry, I’ll fuck the fight out of you. And if that doesn’t work, well, I don’t mind using other methods if it means keeping you with me.”
His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted. Heat pooled between your thighs, your panties already soaked through. You almost moaned at the sheer threat in his voice, and you wondered just how much rougher he’d get if you kept resisting. Would he lose control entirely? (You hoped he would.)
“Levi, please. We can’t,” you whined weakly, your resolve wavering as his lips brushed against yours. You somehow managed to turn your head away, but the gesture felt futile. The air around you shifted as he pulled back, his energy darkening. When you glanced up at him, his demon form was already out—scales glistening under the dim light, coral horns out, his tail swaying predatorily, and his glowing orange eyes fixated on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.
“Fine, I guess we’ll do this the hard way,” he growled in your ear. The words sent your mind spiraling, and before you could fully process what was happening, everything became a blur of heat and sensation.
You gasped, eyes widening as his hand slid under your skirt with purpose, fingers expertly finding your soaked core. He moaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through your body—when he felt how wet you were even through the thin fabric of your panties. It was the only confirmation he needed, the last bit of proof that you truly wanted him, needed him, despite your feeble protests.
With a heated urgency, his hands tore away your panties and skirt, ripping through the delicate fabric like it was nothing. Your shirt and bra followed, shredded under his impatient touch, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He didn’t waste a second, pulling you into a smoldering kiss that was all heat and desperation. Just like that, your resolve shattered, crumbling beneath the weight of your desire. You returned the kiss with equal fervor because you wanted—no, you needed—him so badly it ached.
He smirked against your lips when he felt you go pliant in his arms, the tension leaving your body as you surrendered to him. His mouth broke away from yours, only to descend upon your chest, his hot breath trailing over your skin as he left a path of bruising bite marks in his wake. Each nip sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, drawing breathless moans from your lips.
Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he zeroed in on one of your nipples, his mouth hot and eager. He sucked on the small nub, his tongue swirling around it before his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pumped into your wet, warm cunt—two at first, then three, and finally four, stretching you open with a pace that was fast and merciless. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness almost too much to bear, but you craved it. You needed more.
He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t let you catch your breath as he fucked you with his fingers, driving them in deep with each thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that had you crying out, your body arching off the floor. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but you loved it.
You hugged him closer, your whines and pleas for more filling the room, mingling with the sounds of your slick arousal as his fingers moved in and out of you with relentless speed. He was going to make you cum already, and you hadn’t even gotten started. His mouth finally released your nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, and he pulled you into an almost desperate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he curled his fingers just right inside you.
Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, and your cunt clenched around his fingers, gushing wetness all over his hand. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, riding you through your orgasm as if he wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.
It was all so rough, so fast, but it felt so right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. You could only watch with half-lidded eyes, your breath coming in short gasps, as he finally pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Your juices coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.
But he wasn’t done. Not even close.
He leaned back, his glowing eyes never leaving yours as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was almost deafening in the silence that followed. He didn’t bother fully undressing, only tugging his jeans down just enough to free his cock—no, cocks. He had two of them, thick and throbbing with need.
Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your cunt clenched on nothing as you imagined the sensation of him fucking you open on those thick, pulsating cocks. The mere thought made you shiver. You spread your legs wider, a silent plea, an open invitation that had him settling between them eagerly.
“This messy cunt belongs to me,” Leviathan rasped, his voice low and gravelly, as he rubbed both of his cocks against the slick folds of your cunt. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he gathered the wetness on the heads of his cocks, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate movements. “You belong to me. I need you to remember that because I will kill anyone you so much as look at for too long. I don’t even want you leaving my room at all.”
You mewled softly at his words, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, and you knew in that moment that there was no going back. You couldn’t deny it anymore—couldn’t even pretend to care how twisted your love had become, how unhealthy it likely was. All that mattered was that he was finally yours, and you would do anything to keep him that way.
“Do you understand?” Leviathan’s tone was harsh as he gripped both of his cocks firmly, positioning them at your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just the tips breaching your slick, swollen folds. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was undeniable. A high-pitched moan tore from your throat as your eyes became teary at the sensation.
“Levi!” you whined, desperation lacing your voice as you attempted to roll your hips down, to pull more of him inside. But his tail coiled around your waist, holding you firmly in place.
“I asked you a question. Do you understand?” Leviathan remained still, his gaze dark with lust, waiting for your answer. When you didn’t respond quickly enough, his hand moved to your breast, fingers tugging one of your nipples harshly. The sting made you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt straight to your core. “Or are you so cock-drunk already that you can’t even answer me?”
“I—I understand,” you panted, finally finding your voice. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you yanked him down, bringing his face closer to yours. “But that also means you belong to me. I will kill you and myself if you ever try to leave me.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, and you felt his cocks twitch at your words. His lips crashed into yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you whole. The kiss broke only when he pulled back to latch onto the side of your neck that was still unmarked, his teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, marking you with more bruises that would be visible for days. And then, with a snap of his hips, he thrust both cocks fully inside you.
The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being so utterly full making you sob with pleasure. He didn’t give you time to adjust, his pace punishing as he pounded into you, each thrust harder and faster than the last. It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up anger from the week you had avoided him, taking out his frustration on your body. But you welcomed it, craved it even. You’d always loved the bite of pain with your pleasure, always been a bit of a masochist for it.
Moans mixed with cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was loud, lewd, and unmistakable, and you knew anyone within earshot would know exactly what was happening. But the thought only fueled your desire for him, making you arch against him, desperate to take him even deeper.
You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in your core as one of Leviathan’s cocks hit your sweet spot with each thrust, while the blunt tip of the other bumped against your cervix, making you see stars. The sensations were overwhelming, your mind going hazy as you babbled incoherently, slurred pleas and moans spilling from your lips.
Leviathan’s eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression, every reaction. The sight of you—completely fucked out, cock-drunk and lost in pleasure—sent a surge of smug satisfaction through him. He moaned loudly, the sound almost desperate as he lifted your legs, pressing your knees against your chest, and somehow, impossibly, drove even deeper inside you.
You wailed as another orgasm tore through you, your cunt clenching and throbbing around him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. He whined at the sensation, his own pace faltering as he neared his release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed flooding your cunt. The feeling of him filling you, marking you from the inside out, made you moan weakly.
He panted heavily as he finally stopped cumming, his breath ragged as he slowly pulled out, even as you whimpered from the overstimulation. Cum leaked from your thoroughly used cunt, trailing down to your ass as he admired the state he’d left you in.
For a moment, he just looked at you—as if memorizing every mark, every bruise, every inch of you that he’d claimed. Then, with surprising gentleness and a now adorable flush on his face, he picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He carried you to his tub and he climbed in, laying down with you on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pulled a soft sheet over both of you.
You snuggled closer against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion washed over you. The romance between you two was never going to be pure, never going to be simple. It was twisted, dark, and even dangerous—but it was real. You belonged to each other, and that was enough.
You would do anything to keep him because Leviathan was finally yours. And really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for. Now, you didn’t have to go through with your darker plans of somehow knocking him out and trapping him somewhere. You only hoped he took you seriously about never leaving, because you truly would kill him if he tried. He belonged to you, after all.
“Come to the foyer, you have some guests,” was not a text MC ever expected to read, much less from Lucifer. But the group of demons and what seemed to be a handful of ghosts was an even bigger surprise, freezing MC at the top of the stairs.
“Um, hello,” they say hesitantly, slowly making their way down the stairs, not recognizing anyone besides Lucifer at the base of the stairs. “I’m sorry, but do I know any of you?” Mc asks, almost pulling into Lucifer’s side, some of these creatures were simply leaking with murderous intent, and the glares weren’t reassuring. The tallest one, a purple-pink billy goat looking monster opened his mouth, but Lucifer interjected.
“I never thought I’d find a second family to call my own. In Hell of all places. They love me. I think they genuinely care for me.” You whisper to yourself, but you still unlock the window to your room, pushing it far enough that it could easily be swung open later. You take a second to clear off your desk, sweeping everything into the drawer and making sure to put your chair back into place meticulously.
“Lucifer and I’ve reached a kind of mutual respect. Mammon takes me out on fun little dates to the amusement park and Levi’s always there to provide top tier escapism movies and games that he never minds sharing,” you continue to talk to yourself as you unlock your bedroom door, making sure to have a chair within arms reach of the door.
a/n: this was a random thought that I had when I was listening to music, I figured it would make a good story. Enjoy.
Inspired by the song break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored by Ariana Grande
Hints of All x MC. Leviathan x Succubus(yes, there’s mentions of them kissing). Endgame is Leviathan x MC.
Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda brat!MC, Manipulative!Levi, Manipulative!MC(everyone is manipulative here), Jealous!MC, Possessive!Levi, sprinkle of yandere and obsessive love, Levi having two dicks, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Levi’s Tail, a bit of degradation(the use of the word slut is used once), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.
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You got me some type of way (Hmm)
Ain't used to feelin' this way (Mmm-mmm)
I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah)
But I know I shouldn't think about it
You knew exactly how each of the brothers felt about you, and you knew you were playing a dangerous game. Their affections weren’t subtle—they radiated from them like heat from a flame. And yet, despite the intense emotions swirling around you, it was impossible to choose just one. If it were up to you, you’d have them all, but you understood that wasn’t how things worked, especially not with demons as possessive as they were.
Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, was a particularly complicated case. He had always been your favorite, even if you never said it out loud. There was a magnetic pull between you two that neither of you could deny, but it was a constant dance of push and pull. You knew he hated the situation—hated that he couldn’t claim you as his own, but what could he do? You weren’t his, and he knew it.
They all tried to win you over in their own ways. Lavish gifts, words of devotion, subtle touches meant to stake a claim—they spared no effort in their pursuit of you. And while you appreciated their affection, it wasn’t enough to make you choose. You flirted, you teased, you kissed each of them on occasion, but you never went further than that. No matter how much they wanted you, you refused to be anyone’s possession.
One afternoon, after a week of intentionally keeping your distance, you found yourself standing outside Leviathan’s room. You hesitated for a moment before knocking, almost reluctant to admit how much you had missed him. “It’s me, Levi,” you called softly.
There was a brief silence before his voice came through the door, low and cautious. “Come in.”
You pushed the door open and stepped inside, a familiar sense of comfort washing over you as you entered his space. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glow of his massive TV screen, where an anime played in the background. Leviathan was lounging in his favorite beanbag chair, eyes fixed on the screen.
He glanced at you briefly, acknowledging your presence before returning his gaze to the show. His lack of reaction caught you off guard; normally, he’d be flustered, his cheeks tinged with that adorable blush you loved so much.
A pout tugged at your lips as you crossed the room and settled yourself on his lap, draping your arms around his neck. You could feel the warmth of his body through his clothes, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. “I’ve missed you,” you murmured, nuzzling closer to him.
The response was immediate. Leviathan stiffened beneath you, and then, as if on cue, his face flushed a deep shade of red. “Y-you can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere!” he stammered, his voice shaky. His arms hesitated before they finally wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if he were afraid you might slip away.
You giggled, pleased with the reaction you had coaxed out of him. His earlier indifference had stung, and you were glad to see the familiar awkwardness return. This was the Leviathan you knew and adored—the one who got so easily flustered in your presence.
“U-um, I-I missed you too,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your hair. He took a deep, steadying breath, as though gathering the courage to say something important. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit you had come to recognize.
“I-I have to tell you something,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
You pulled back slightly to look at him, noticing the seriousness in his eyes. It wasn’t like Leviathan to be so somber, and it set off alarm bells in your mind. You hoped he wasn’t about to bring up the topic of exclusivity again. That conversation never ended well, and you weren’t in the mood for another argument.
But what he said next wasn’t at all what you expected. “I-I have a girlfriend.”
For a moment, you froze, his words not quite registering. A girlfriend? Leviathan? You blinked, trying to process the information as he continued speaking, his words a blur in your ears. Something about how they met, her name, little details that normally would have piqued your interest, but all you could focus on was the fact that Leviathan, your Leviathan, had found someone else.
“Well, congratulations!” you said, forcing a bright smile onto your face as he finished talking. Your voice sounded cheerful, almost too cheerful, but inside, a storm was brewing. Anger, confusion, and something else—something darker—twisted in your chest. You hadn’t expected this. You hadn’t prepared for it. And now, the realization that Leviathan had given his affection to someone else was like a punch to the gut.
Making up a quick excuse, you slipped out of his room and retreated to your own, the smile dropping from your face the moment you closed the door behind you. You were seething. Was it fair to be angry? Probably not. After all, you had been the one to refuse exclusivity, the one who had kept toying with him and his brothers. But logic didn’t matter right now. What mattered was that Leviathan had done something you hadn’t anticipated, and it felt like a betrayal.
Were you a hypocrite? Yes, absolutely. You could admit that. But did you care? Not in the slightest.
But now, as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the wall, a new thought began to form in your mind. Was his having a girlfriend really going to stop you from getting what you wanted? The thought should have brought guilt—after all, you liked to think you were a good person, someone with morals. But as the idea took root, you realized with a dark thrill that you didn’t care about being good, not when it came to Leviathan.
His little girlfriend was nothing more than an obstacle, and you were more than ready to remove it. If you had to ruin his relationship to get what you wanted, then so be it. Sacrifices had to be made, and this one would be worth it.
A slow, wicked smile spread across your lips as you began to plot, your mind already racing with possibilities. Leviathan wouldn’t know what hit him.
Took one fuckin' look at your face (Hmm)
Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm)
Usually don't give it away (Yeah, yeah)
But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it
From that day on, you made it your mission to spend as much time with Leviathan as possible, even if it meant brushing off his brothers’ constant invitations. They would text or call, suggesting movie nights, outings, or even simple walks, but you always found a way to politely decline. Each time, you used some excuse or another to make your way to Leviathan’s room instead.
Leviathan was a shut-in by nature, and you knew that. His room was his sanctuary, a place where he could immerse himself in his beloved anime and video games. He rarely went out unless it was something important, which is why it shocked you to discover he had plans with her—plans that involved leaving the house. The mere thought of it irked you, so you intervened in the only way you knew how: with a pout and a whine.
You’d perfected the art of manipulation, and Leviathan was particularly susceptible to your charms. Every time you pouted, his resolve would crumble. “I was really looking forward to spending time with you,” you would say, your voice soft and full of unspoken longing. And every time, without fail, he would relent, canceling his plans with her to stay with you in his room instead.
The dark satisfaction that ran through you with each victory was intoxicating. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you relished in that power.
Despite your efforts, you never crossed any physical boundaries with him. It wasn’t out of restraint or respect, but rather a calculated move on your part. You knew how to keep him on edge, how to keep him wanting more without actually giving him what he desired. You’d tease him relentlessly, brushing your fingers against his skin, leaning in close as if you were about to kiss him, only to pull away at the last second. You could see his self-control cracking, bit by bit, with each encounter. But you were patient, willing to wait until the moment was perfect.
This little game of yours continued for weeks, each day bringing you closer to the inevitable confrontation with her. It was only a matter of time before you crossed paths, but you never expected it to happen the way it did.
You had been lounging in the common room when you heard the front door open and the unmistakable sound of someone entering Leviathan’s room. Your phone buzzed almost immediately, the group chat with the brothers erupting with messages. They were all shocked, practically in disbelief that a pretty succubus had come to see Leviathan.
Your annoyance flared instantly, the idea of her being in his room—your space—infuriating. You pushed yourself off the couch and made your way to his door, the irritation simmering just beneath your calm exterior. You knew what was happening behind that door, and the thought of interrupting them filled you with a twisted sense of pleasure.
Without hesitation, you flung open the door and strode inside. The scene before you was exactly what you expected: the succubus was straddling a half naked Leviathan in his oversized bathtub, her shirt discarded to the side, and her hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants. Leviathan looked dazed, his face flushed, and his eyes half-lidded. But the moment the door opened, both their heads snapped in your direction.
You played the innocent card, quickly feigning shock and embarrassment as you prepared to leave. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone else was here!” Your voice was high-pitched, trembling just the right amount to sell the act. Inside, you were sneering, pleased with the chaos you had just unleashed.
“N-no! W-wait!” Leviathan yelped, his voice cracking with panic. He practically shoved the succubus off of him, scrambling to pull his shirt back on as he rushed toward you. His movements were frantic, desperate to keep you from leaving.
You turned back, feigning surprise as you tilted your head to the side, studying his expression. You hadn’t expected him to react so strongly—you thought he would let you leave, maybe even feel a little guilty. But here he was, panicking at the thought of you walking out.
His face was a deep shade of red, his eyes wide with anxiety. “D-did something happen? I-I wasn’t expecting you today.”
You decided to take your performance up a notch, letting out a mournful sigh as you averted your gaze. “I just wanted to hang out with you,” you murmured, your voice laced with sadness. You blinked up at him with wide, doe eyes, adding softly, “But I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I’m sorry.”
Leviathan’s reaction was immediate and predictable. He visibly melted and his blush deepening as his expression softened with guilt. He glanced over his shoulder at the succubus, who was now hastily pulling her shirt back on, her frown deepening with every passing second.
You caught the way she looked at you—like she wanted nothing more than to throw you out of the room. But you held all the power here, and Leviathan’s next words confirmed that.
“N-no! You didn’t i-interrupt anything! Y-you can stay,” he insisted, his voice trembling with desperation. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around you in a tentative hug, as if trying to reassure you that he wasn’t mad. You smirked inwardly, savoring the victory as you nestled closer to him.
The moment was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You felt Leviathan flinch, but he didn’t release you. Instead, he turned to face the succubus, still keeping one arm securely around your waist. His posture was protective, almost as if he were shielding you from her.
You took the opportunity to scan her from head to toe, taking in every detail. She was a classic beauty, with shapely curves, delicate horns, and dainty wings that twitched with irritation. Her eyes were sharp, narrowed as she assessed the situation, clearly not pleased with how things were unfolding. The frown on her face deepened when she saw how close you were to Leviathan, her gaze flicking between you and him with growing anger.
Leviathan seemed to tighten his hold on you, his grip on your waist firm as he introduced you. “This is MC,” he said, his voice a little steadier now, though you could still hear the remnants of his earlier panic.
“Hi! Nice to meet you,” you chirped, flashing a cheerful smile as you gave her a small wave. You didn’t bother to remember her name when she introduced herself—her words were irrelevant, lost on you as you tuned her out.
And so, you found yourself practically sitting in Leviathan’s lap as the three of you watched anime together. The succubus sat on his other side, though there was a noticeable distance between them. Every time she tried to scoot closer, Leviathan would subtly shift away, his attention completely focused on you. You could practically feel her seething, her humiliation and anger palpable as she realized that her boyfriend wanted a human woman closer to him than her.
You could barely contain your amusement, a smirk threatening to break through as you basked in the satisfaction of your victory. You had won this round, and the look on her face made it all the sweeter. You were having so much fun.
Break up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend)
Yeah, yeah, ’cause I’m bored
You could hit it in the mornin’ (Mornin’)
Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours
I know it ain’t right
But I don’t care (Care)
By now, you were certain that Leviathan’s girlfriend despised you. It was impossible for her not to. You had made it your mission to intrude every time she visited his room, your timing so impeccable that it was almost as if you had a sixth sense for it. At first, you would catch them in compromising positions—her leaning in close, her lips just a breath away from his, or her hands trailing down his chest. But soon enough, they learned to expect your interruptions.
Now, whenever you burst into his room, you would find Leviathan on his computer, immersed in a game, or sitting a safe distance away from her while they watched anime together. It was almost laughable how far apart they sat. You had also succeeded in preventing him from going on dates with her. Whenever he had plans, you would intervene with a well-timed pout or a request for his company, and, like clockwork, he would cancel on her to stay with you.
Despite her growing resentment, you continued to spend all your time with Leviathan, even when she was there, sitting silently in the corner. Initially, your actions were driven by anger—an irrational fury that someone else was stealing Leviathan’s attention away from you. But over time, those feelings morphed into something deeper, something you hadn’t anticipated: you were falling in love with him.
Maybe this was always meant to happen, a slow-burning affection that would have eventually surfaced on its own. But seeing him with someone else accelerated the process, forcing you to confront your feelings sooner than you had expected.
The other brothers, who once fought for your attention with relentless flirting and playful banter, eventually began to understand the change in your priorities. They stopped inviting you out, the once overt and shameless advances they made towards you becoming subdued, almost hesitant. It wasn’t that they didn’t care for you anymore—they did, deeply—but they could see that your affection now belonged elsewhere. And so, they reluctantly stepped back, some more willingly than others.
You found it easy to brush off their advances now, your feelings for them transforming into a comfortable friendship. They were friends, nothing more, and you only had eyes for one demon.
With Leviathan, however, things were different. You began to escalate your flirting, pushing the boundaries of what had once been innocent teasing. Every time you were alone with him, you upped the stakes—brushing your fingers along his arm, letting your hands linger on his shoulders, or sitting a little too close to him.
You could see the effect it was having on him, the way his breath would hitch whenever you leaned in, the way his hands would twitch as if he were restraining himself from pulling you closer.
Each encounter left him more desperate than the last, his need for you growing with each passing day. He would pull you into his lap at every opportunity, his grip on your hips firm and possessive. There were moments when he came so close to kissing you, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin, and you could feel the tension crackling in the air between you.
But everything came to an abrupt halt nearly three months into your little game. It was a quiet evening, the kind where time seemed to slow down, and the outside world felt far away.
You were in Leviathan’s room, nestled comfortably on his lap in his oversized bathtub. The atmosphere was relaxed with you scrolling absentmindedly through your D.D.D, checking messages and updates, while he sat behind you, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist as he read one of his favorite mangas.
You knew it was time to push a little further, so with a mischievous glint in your eye, you locked your D.D.D and set it aside. Shifting your weight, you straddled his lap, feeling the heat radiating between you as you pressed your body closer. Your lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, planting a soft kiss that made his breath hitch.
The reaction was instant, subtle but unmistakable, as he slowly set the manga down beside the bathtub, all his attention now on you.
His hands moved with deliberate intent, pulling you tighter against him until your chests were pressed flush together. The firm pressure of his hand as it squeezed the swell of your ass beneath your skirt sent a shiver down your spine. His voice, low and dark, whispered in your ear, “You really are a brat who likes to play games.”
The words hung in the air, and you froze, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. It was as if a switch had flipped inside him, transforming the shy, awkward otaku you knew into someone rough and commanding.
His grip tightened possessively, and you felt a rush of adrenaline at the realization that he was no longer just playing along. He knew. And he was going to make sure you knew it too.
Trying to regain some semblance of control, you retorted, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
A scoff escaped his lips as he nipped harshly at your earlobe, the sudden sting making you squeak in surprise. His other hand found your waist, guiding your hips over the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants. The hardness you felt made your mouth water with anticipation, and you couldn’t help but grind your aching, clothed core against him, seeking friction.
“Did you think I didn’t notice your little schemes?” His voice rumbled with amusement, his breath hot against your skin as he began trailing kisses along your neck, each one a slow, deliberate mark of his claim. “Really, it was adorable.”
Your face flushed with indignation, the heat spreading down your neck as you tilted your head, exposing more of your throat to him despite yourself. “You knew, and yet you continued.”
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through your chest. “It was hot, seeing you get jealous like that,” he admitted with a nonchalant tone that only fueled your frustration.
His lips found your jaw, nipping gently as his demon form began to emerge. You felt his claws brush against your skin as he hitched up your skirt, and before you could protest, he used one sharp claw to slice through the delicate fabric of your panties. The sudden sensation sent a thrill through you as he effortlessly discarded the ruined garment.
Determined to reclaim some power, you narrowed your eyes and bit down hard on the junction between his neck and shoulder. The action drew a throaty moan from him. It annoyed you that he had known all along what you were up to, and you took your frustration out on his skin, sucking harshly until you were sure your marks would be there for days.
Satisfied with your handiwork, you finally lifted your head, expecting him to retaliate. He leaned in to kiss you, but you tutted, turning your head away with a mock sigh of sadness. “I should probably leave,” you teased, feigning regret. “You still have a girlfriend, so I can’t do this with you.”
You began to lift yourself off his lap slowly, testing his reaction, and it was immediate. A dark growl escaped his throat as he nearly slammed you back down, his grip on your hips bordering on painful. The intensity of his actions sent a jolt of arousal through you, and you had to bite back a moan.
“Don’t you dare leave,” he growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. His hands tightened their hold on your hips, and you could already feel the bruises forming beneath his fingers. Without releasing you, he fished his D.D.D from his pocket, as he swiftly typed out a message. He shoved the screen in your face as if daring you to question him.
Your eyes widened as you read the text he’d sent to his girlfriend: “We’re done. Don’t contact me again.” The notification that he had blocked her followed, a finality that made your heart race.
You couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction, your lips curling into a pleased smile. At your acknowledgment, he tossed his D.D.D aside with little care, his full focus returning to you. Leaning in, you brushed your lips against his teasingly and whispered coyly, “I guess you can have me now.”
He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed against yours with a desperate, hungry need that made your head spin. The kiss quickly turned heated, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip, drawing a gasp from you. His tongue plunged into your mouth, starting a fierce battle for dominance. You fought back briefly, savoring the taste of him, but it wasn’t long before you found yourself willingly surrendering. The way he took control made you whine in pleasure, your lips swollen and slick with spit by the time he finally pulled away.
Impatience flickered in his eyes as he hastily yanked off his shirt, flinging it aside without a second thought. Your gaze darkened with desire as you drank in the sight of his sculpted chest, your eyes tracing the defined ridges of his abs as they flexed with every movement. Years of swimming and rigorous training with his fleet had honed his body and you couldn’t help but marvel at how sexy he looked.
A sharp gasp escaped your lips when he reached for your shirt, his hands nearly tearing the fabric in his rush to remove it. He discarded it with the same urgency as his own, and you felt a thrill of anticipation race through you.
Your fingers quickly unclasped your bra, knowing that if you hesitated for even a moment, it would be ripped apart just like your panties. Now, with only your skirt remaining, you were almost completely exposed before him. The sight of him still clad in his sweatpants only heightened your sense of vulnerability, making your skin prickle with anticipation.
You sank to your knees, sliding down between his thighs, your focus zeroing in on the prominent bulge straining against the soft material of his sweatpants. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the waistband, eager yet nervous, and you slowly tugged it down, revealing his cock. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in your throat—it wasn’t just one, but two thick, pulsing lengths, both flushed an angry red at the tips and glistening with precum.
Your eyes widened in surprise, and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up at him, questioning. For a brief moment, you saw a flicker of anxiety in his gaze, as if he feared your reaction. But when you gave him a soft, reassuring smile and wrapped your hand around his upper cock, the tension in his shoulders melted away. Relief washed over him as he saw that you weren’t disgusted or frightened, only intrigued.
Determined to show him just how much you wanted this, you shifted your focus back to his cocks. You gently traced your finger along the tip of his upper length, feeling the slickness of his precum as you spread it down the shaft. A low gasp escaped his lips, and you reveled in the sound. Leaning forward, you parted your lips and engulfed the tip of his lower cock, swirling your tongue around the sensitive flesh as you began to suck, drawing a deep groan from him.
Your hand continued to stroke the upper cock in slow, deliberate movements, your fingers squeezing and releasing in rhythm with the motions of your mouth. As you worked to take more of him into your mouth, you were suddenly jolted by the unexpected sensation of his tail brushing against your clit. A sharp gasp escaped you, your body tensing at the sudden pleasure.
“Fuck, just like that,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with need. His hands tangled in your hair, the grip firm but not painful, as he urged your head down, pushing more of his lower cock into your mouth. His tail, meanwhile, continued its slow, teasing journey along your slit, the tip of it gently prodding at your entrance before finally slipping inside your wet heat.
A whimper of need escaped you as his tail began to thrust inside you, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You quickened the pace of your hand on his upper cock, your fingers twisting occasionally as you bobbed your head, trying to take him deeper into your mouth. The taste of him, salty and slightly bitter, coated your tongue as you struggled to keep up with his demanding pace. When his cock hit the back of your throat, you gagged, the sound muffled but audible.
The reaction only seemed to spur him on. Levi tightened his grip on your hair, holding you in place as he started to thrust more roughly into your mouth, his hips snapping forward with a force that left you breathless. The wet, lewd sounds of your gagging filled the room, mingling with his harsh breaths and the steady rhythm of his tail thrusting into your cunt. Each movement of his tail was precise, the tip of it rubbing against your sweet spot with every thrust, driving you closer to the edge.
Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction, and you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly. Every inch of your body was on fire, your senses overwhelmed by the combined sensations of his cock filling your mouth, his tail fucking you from behind, and the raw, unrestrained desire radiating from him.
A whine of disappointment escaped your lips as Leviathan’s tail slid out of your cunt, leaving you feeling empty. Slick with your fluids, the tail glistened in the dim light as it moved up, tracing a teasing path to your ass. Your eyes widened in surprise as it circled your tight hole, and when it began to slowly press inside, the sensation was shocking, but far from unwelcome. The unexpected intrusion only made your arousal spike, a fresh wave of wetness pooling between your thighs.
Leviathan’s pace didn’t falter as he continued to fuck your mouth, his hips thrusting steadily as your hand worked to jerk off his upper cock. You could feel the tension building in his body, a sign that he was close to release. The desperate way his upper cock pulsed in your hand and the way his lower cock throbbed against your tongue told you he was on the brink.
Just when you anticipated the rush of his cum filling your mouth, he abruptly pulled you off his cock, his grip firm as he made you release his other one just before he could finish. Despite this, his tail didn’t miss a beat, continuing its relentless thrusting in your ass, keeping you on the edge.
A soft, frustrated mewl escaped you, your teary eyes pleading as you looked up at him—you had wanted to taste him, to feel the hot spurts of his cum in your mouth. He chuckled at your expression, running a hand through his indigo hair, pushing back his sweat-soaked bangs to get a better look at you. His chest heaved, glistening with sweat that trickled down the ridges of his abs, and he finally peeled off his sweatpants completely, tossing them aside.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he cooed, his voice laced with both amusement and lust as his finger traced the curve of your lower lip. “I want to cum inside your tight cunt and ass.”
The heat in your body intensified at his words, a deep flush spreading across your cheeks as a needy moan slipped from your lips. Even as his tail withdrew from your ass, leaving you stretched and wanting, you couldn’t suppress the anticipation building inside you.
With deliberate care, he laid you on your back, his hands gentle but possessive as he removed your skirt, leaving you completely bare before him. His eyes roamed your body, his gaze hungry as he licked his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, “and now you’re finally mine.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his declaration, a rush of emotion swelling in your chest. Yes, you were his—completely and utterly his. The thought made you almost shy, and you nodded, your voice soft as you whispered, “Yes, I’m yours.”
A growl of satisfaction rumbled in Leviathan’s chest, his eyes darkening with desire. “I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he vowed, his voice low and intense.
Without warning, he flipped you onto your hands and knees, his movements rough. He pressed your head down into the pillows, lifting your hips high as he positioned himself behind you, your back arching instinctively under his touch. The sensation of his lower cock rubbing against your slick folds sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, while his upper cock pressed insistently against your already stretched asshole.
With agonizing slowness, he pushed both cocks inside you, your body trembling as you felt them stretch you to your limits. A loud moan tore from his throat as he fully seated himself inside you, the sensation overwhelming.
You shuddered, your breath hitching as you felt the fullness of him in both your cunt and ass. The stretch bordered on painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it made the discomfort worth it. The way he filled you completely, claiming you so thoroughly, sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, giving you time to adjust. Your hands clawed at the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations.
The wet, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with his deep, guttural moans and your desperate cries of pleasure. Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth, slipping down your chin as tears gathered in the corners of your half-lidded eyes. His thrusts gradually grew rougher, deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire being.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted, his voice a raw growl as he lost himself in the sensation of fucking you. His grip on your hip was bruising, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you in place. With his other hand, he gripped your hair, yanking your head back so he could hear your cries more clearly. “Say you’re mine.”
“Y-yours! Only yours!” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you tried to push your hips back against him, desperate for more. But his tail wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you from moving. The sensation of being so utterly controlled, so completely at his mercy, made your cunt clench tight around him, your release creeping ever closer.
Leviathan released your hair, letting your head drop back onto the pillows. His chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear as he fucked you with a brutal, unrelenting pace. His hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing it harshly as he whispered, “Cum for me.”
“T-too much!” you cried out, your body trembling with the intensity of it all—the relentless fucking of both your cunt and ass, the rough stimulation of your clit. It was overwhelming.
Leviathan’s response was a sharp click of his tongue, followed by a harsh, mean slap to your clit that sent a jolt of pain-tinged pleasure through you. “I fucking said cum, slut.”
With a scream, you shattered, your body convulsing as you gushed around the cock in your cunt. The tight spasms of your cunt and ass seemed to milk him, pulling him over the edge with you. With a deep groan, he thrust into you one final time, filling you with his hot cum.
You whimpered weakly at the sensation of being filled, his cum overflowing and dripping from both your holes as he gave one last thrust before pulling out. The sudden emptiness left you feeling dazed, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Gently, Leviathan laid you on your back, his tail finally releasing its hold on you. You were completely spent, your body marked with bruises from his hands marring your hips and thighs, love bites scattered across your neck, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. You looked utterly ravaged, and Leviathan couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked. The sight made his cocks twitch with renewed interest, but he knew you needed rest.
Your eyelids fluttered as you watched him step out of the bathtub, pulling his sweatpants back on as he shifted back to his human form.
You let your eyes close, exhaustion pulling you into a brief, blissful sleep, only to be gently roused by the sensation of a warm, wet rag wiping the cum from your body. You blinked up at him, still hazy from the afterglow, as he sat you up carefully, slipping one of his oversized shirts over your head. The fabric engulfed you, soft and comforting against your skin.
Leviathan climbed back into the bathtub, pulling you against him as you snuggled closer. “I love you, Levi,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper.
He stiffened slightly, and you could almost feel the blush spreading across his face. But then he relaxed, pulling you even closer as he whispered back, “I love you too, my Henry.”
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The next morning, you and Leviathan made your way to the breakfast hall, an air of new intimacy surrounding the both of you. As you sat down next to each other, you couldn’t help but smile brightly, your mood light and content. Beside you, Leviathan’s face was a deep shade of red, but he kept his gaze steady, meeting everyone’s eyes with an unusual boldness.
The rest of the brothers were stunned, their gazes flickering between you and Leviathan. It was impossible not to notice the fresh love bites peppered along your neck, the clear signs of a night of passion. You were dressed in a shirt and shorts that hung loosely on your frame, clearly not your own. The brothers recognized them as Leviathan’s, the fit too big, the scent unmistakably his.
Leviathan, too, bore similar marks, his skin reddened in places where your lips had claimed him. Though his face was flushed, he met their envious, almost hostile stares with a look of smug satisfaction, the message clear: you were taken.
The entire situation had unfolded almost too perfectly. Leviathan knew you well—knew your possessive streak, your fiery temper. That’s how his plan to capture your attention had been born. Despite being a yucky, worthless otaku, Leviathan wasn’t blind to the reality of his situation. He was one of the seven lords, the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy—of course, he had fans. That’s where he’d found his opportunity.
He’d carefully chosen a random admirer, one who was eager and willing, someone who would be easy to approach. A few conversations, a little flirtation, and then the ask—an offer to start dating.
He’d known it was a gamble; the possibility that you might turn your affections toward one of his brothers had loomed over him. But he’d played it just right, giving you enough attention to keep you on the line, making sure you understood that despite everything, you were the one he truly wanted.
It wasn’t as if he had any real interest in the succubus anyway. She was merely a pawn, a tool to make you jealous. When he’d told you he was seeing someone, he’d felt the surge of envy radiate from you. It had been an intoxicating feeling, and he knew then that you would come back to him.
The full success of his plan only became apparent when he saw how you began to change. You turned down invitations from his brothers, ignoring their attempts to woo you. Leviathan could almost taste the sweetness of victory then. The only challenge remaining was to endure the presence of the whiny succubus long enough for his strategy to come to full fruition.
There were moments, countless times, when he almost faltered. When you teased him, pushing him to the edge with your coy smiles and lingering touches, it had taken all his strength not to break. But he knew he had to wait—had to hold out until your feelings transformed from mere jealousy into something deeper, something real.
He was painfully aware that he didn’t deserve your affection, that you were far too good for him. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that no one else could have you.
When your demeanor softened, when your eyes began to linger on him with a tenderness he had longed for, Leviathan knew he had you exactly where he wanted. The shift was subtle but unmistakable—your playful jabs turned into gentle touches, your once-teasing words into genuine concern and affection. He could see the longing in your eyes, the way you would watch him when you thought he wasn’t looking. It was all falling into place.
The events that followed were exactly as he had anticipated. Yes, he had manipulated you, guided your emotions with calculated precision. But did he care? Not in the slightest. Because in the end, you were his. His to hold, his to cherish, his to love.
Leviathan was, after all, a master strategist. He had orchestrated this outcome with the same care and precision he used in his battles—only this time, the victory was sweeter than any he had ever known.
a/n: Last chapter, thank you for those that have liked or reblogged my story. I really needed more Dom!Levi stories and this is how the story ended up turning out.
Leviathan x MC. Hints of Mammon x MC, Belphegor x MC and maybe Simeon x MC.
Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda Yandere!Levi(he talks about locking you up), Jealous!Levi, a bit of degradation(the words slut and whore are used), Claiming Marks, Scenting, Mates, some Non-con(Belphie scents and pins you down without consent), Levi having one dick(sorry) Fem!MC, Angel!MC, kinda ooc.
First Part
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Two months had already passed, and Leviathan barely left his room, going out of his way to avoid you the few times he did. In response, you would leave food at his door when he missed a meal. It had become a frustrating routine, one that seemed to have no end in sight.
No matter how many times you knocked, he either ignored you or told you to go away, but not once did he open the door.
You sighed as you thought things over. You weren’t sure what else to do. Truthfully, you wished you could try to get him to open the door more often, but his brothers constantly wanted your attention, or you had to visit Purgatory Hall. You felt a warm sense of belonging when they sought your company, but it only added to your frustration that you hadn’t made any progress with Leviathan.
“Sweetie, what has you sighing like that?” Asmodeus asked, finally sitting on his bed where you were lying. He had whisked you away to spend time with him in his room after everyone had finished dinner, his charm hard to resist.
“Leviathan,” you replied with a pout. “He still hasn’t opened his door for me. I’m not sure what else to do.”
“He’s certainly stubborn,” Asmodeus said thoughtfully. “But dear, you only have to push his buttons. He’s the Avatar of Envy; you just need to make him jealous enough to pull you into his room.”
You grimaced. “I don’t see that going well.”
Asmodeus waved his hand dismissively, a playful smile on his lips. “Of course it won’t, but it’ll at least get him to talk to you.” He giggled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Well, there won’t be much talking involved, though.”
You flushed and averted your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
“You can ask any of the brothers, but if you want to make it authentic, just snuggle up to Mammon or Belphie.” He smirked, his gaze intense. “They’ve always had a crush on you.”
Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn’t expected that in the slightest, and now you didn’t know how you’d be able to hang out with them without feeling shy. The revelation left you reeling, a mix of surprise and uncertainty swirling within you.
“I don’t want to use them like that,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.
“Well, darling, we can always find some other way,” Asmodeus said, his tone soothing as he gently stroked your head, fingers threading through your hair.
You nodded, relieved, but you didn’t notice the smile of mischief that Asmodeus had.
As you finally reached your room and laid on your bed, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite Asmodeus’s promise not to meddle, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling gnawing at you. The Avatar of Lust always enjoyed a good dose of drama and stirring people up. The last thing you wanted was to worsen things between you and Leviathan or to incite a fight among the brothers.
With a heavy sigh, you willed the troubling thoughts away and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep.
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Your worries proved correct. Over the next few days, Asmodeus began accompanying you to Leviathan’s room to drop off his food. His behavior shifted—he became flirtier, more touchy-feely whenever you both stood in front of Leviathan’s door. The pajamas he gave you, just before going to Leviathan’s door, were even shorter and skimpier than usual, leaving little to the imagination.
You began to notice that the sound of video games would stop abruptly as you approached, replaced by an eerie silence. The other brothers, too, began acting differently. They were nicer to you, borderline flirtatious, whenever they passed by you and Asmodeus in front of Leviathan’s door. Even Lucifer, though more subtly, was in on it.
You shot Asmodeus a glare and whispered as low as possible, “I told you not to meddle.”
“I’m just helping you, darling,” he whispered back with a charming smile, his eyes glinting with mischief.
You huffed, pouting. While it touched you that he wanted to help, you wished it wasn’t through making Leviathan jealous. You’d heard stories about how, if pushed too far, Leviathan would summon Lotan and cause destruction. Additionally, you were concerned about his low self-esteem. The last thing you wanted was to damage it further and make him shut you out even more.
You were glad you had asked his brothers about him and gathered all the information you could. Knowing what to expect was better than being clueless.
Lost in your thoughts, you snapped back to reality when you saw Mammon approaching. Out of all the brothers, he was the most flustered when trying to flirt with you. It was pretty cute, if you were being honest.
Mammon abruptly stopped near you and Asmodeus, his face turning bright red as he took in the nightgown clinging to your curves. “A-ain’t that too short?!” he exclaimed, quickly looking away.
Asmodeus smirked and almost purred, “Is it too stimulating for you?”
Mammon spluttered, seeming at a loss for words. Then he cleared his throat and finally looked at you with startling confidence. “Ya shouldn’t be lookin’ that good in front of anyone else other than the Great Mammon!”
You almost gasped at his words; they were extremely out of character. He was usually flustered when trying to flirt with you, and you could hardly call it flirting in the first place.
Even Asmodeus blinked in surprise before giggling in amusement.
The door swung open, revealing Leviathan in his demon form, glaring at Mammon. “Mammon,” he gritted out, “if you don’t get away from my door, I will summon Lotan.”
Mammon paled and scurried away. Even he knew better than to antagonize his brother when he was in one of his moods.
“Asmo,” Leviathan growled, his glare not softening. Asmodeus only smiled, threw his hands up in defeat, and skipped away.
You stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do.
Leviathan stared at you, his eyes slowly raking up and down your form. The grip on his door tightened. “I know I told you not to wear that type of stuff outside your room,” he rumbled.
You frowned. “Levi, is that really important right now?”
“It’s not fair that everyone gets to see you like that,” he huffed, still upset but reverting to his human form.
“Maybe you would be able to see me like this more if you actually left your room and stopped avoiding me or let me inside,” you said, irritation clear on your face.
Leviathan blushed deeply and looked away, avoiding your gaze. “As if I would let a normie into my room.”
You raised an eyebrow, challenging his statement. “Well, this normie can actually learn if you would just let me.”
He finally looked at you again, his face turning an even deeper shade of red, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. “I-is this a trick? Y-you actually want to s-spend time with m-me, a worthless otaku?”
You winced at his words. You didn’t think you would ever get used to him putting himself down. It hurt you that he thought so lowly of himself, that he couldn’t see the value you saw in him.
“Levi, I’ve been coming to your door for the past two months just trying to talk to you,” you replied soothingly, your voice gentle and sincere. “I don’t think you’re worthless at all.”
Leviathan put his arm against his face, trying to hide his tears from you. “I-I just didn’t want you to be even more d-disappointed than you must be already.”
“I was never disappointed in the first place,” you reassured him, your tone firm but kind.
You took a step toward him, the sound of his sniffling pulling at your heartstrings. All you wanted to do was comfort him, to make him see how much he meant to you.
“D-don’t lie to me! I-I know how d-different I am than I u-used to be!” His voice cracked, filled with pain and self-doubt, as he tried to wipe the tears away with his sleeve.
Your eyes softened with empathy, and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly even as he stiffened in surprise at your touch.
“I truly don’t care about that,” you whispered, gently wiping away the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I just want to get to know the person you are now.”
You waited patiently, feeling his body slowly relax in your embrace. After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively wrapped his arms around you in return, nodding slightly against your shoulder.
“O-okay,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with a tentative hope.
You sighed in relief, a wave of happiness washing over you. You had finally broken through the barrier he had put up, and now you had the chance to reconnect with him.
“Let’s go.” You smiled warmly at him, taking his hand and leading him back into his room.
As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but reflect on the events that had led to this moment. It seemed Asmodeus’s plan had actually worked, albeit in an unexpected way. You were grateful for the support of his brothers, even if their methods were sometimes unconventional.
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For the next few months, it became a routine to visit Leviathan’s room to spend time with him. He began coming out more often, even joining everyone for meals. These visits often extended into the night, as he enthusiastically introduced you to his world of anime and games.
The first thing he showed you was his favorite anime, “The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl.” You binge-watched the entire series with him, and from there, he introduced TSL, then other anime and games.
Despite these shared experiences, he still considered you a “normie,” which you found amusing.
However, you noticed that Leviathan was careful not to touch you. Whenever physical contact occurred—either by accident or when you initiated it—he would stiffen up, blush, and quickly pull away. As someone naturally affectionate, this was disheartening, but you chose not to push him, respecting his boundaries.
Even though you didn’t press the issue, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Leviathan had been your lover, and you had shared one passionate night just before the Great Celestial War. Contrary to what humans and demons believed, angels were allowed to be in relationships and to claim and mate with other angels.
You regretted not pushing to claim each other. You understood his reasoning; he hadn’t wanted you to suffer the pain of losing a mate in the uncertain times of war.
One day, as you sat in the common room reading a book, Leviathan entered, calling your name.
“MC!” he called out, sounding nervous but determined.
You looked up, startled. “Yes, Levi?”
“I-I know you might have better things to do than spend time with a yucky otaku like me, but m-maybe, w-would you like to come watch anime with me?” he asked, a bashful smile on his face, his cheeks turning pink.
You smiled warmly at him, touched by his initiative. “I would love to. Just give me ten minutes to finish this chapter, and I’ll join you.”
His blush deepened, and he gave a jerky nod before scurrying out of the common room.
You giggled as you continued reading, but soon felt someone sitting next to you and leaning their head against your shoulder. Startled, you turned to see Belphegor with a sleepy look on his face.
“Hey, Belphie,” you greeted, closing your book and setting it aside.
“MC, want to take a nap with me?” he asked, blinking slowly and yawning.
He looked so adorable that you almost wanted to coo at him, but you shook your head. “Not this time. I’m about to go hang out with Levi.”
He frowned. “Eh, alright. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him.”
You flushed and looked away. “Of course. That’s why I was so persistent in getting him to open up.”
Belphegor stared at you blankly before suddenly pinning you down, his face buried in your neck as he took a deep breath, seeming to search for something.
“Belphie? What are you doing?” you asked, frozen in shock.
“I can barely smell Levi on you. He hasn’t scented or claimed you yet,” he said, lifting his head with a smirk, his eyes smoldering.
“That doesn’t concern you,” you retorted with a frown.
He hummed, nuzzling your neck. “That means you’re free to claim. Just because you used to be lovers doesn’t mean you need to get back with him. He doesn’t even have the guts to make a move, much less claim you.”
You struggled against his grip on your wrist, frustration bubbling up as his unwelcome interference continued. “I’ve already told you that it doesn’t concern you,” you said sharply. “I’m not rushing Levi into anything.”
Belphegor scoffed and finally lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Do you honestly believe he remained devoted to you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “I’m sure Lucifer shared with you how unruly Leviathan became after his fall.”
He tilted his head, a sly, almost predatory smile curling his lips. “He took your purity, never claimed you, and then leaped from bed to bed after falling.”
Your grace stirred within you, an undercurrent of agitation flaring up, making your eyes glow faintly with the intensity of your emotions. “How do you even know about that?” you demanded, your voice tight with indignation.
Belphegor rolled his eyes with exaggerated exasperation. “About your purity? It was so obvious. The way you two looked at each other afterward, how suddenly shy and distant you both became—it was clear to everyone.”
Your face flushed with a deep, burning humiliation, and you hissed at him, “What he did after he fell doesn’t concern me. I refuse to judge him for his actions.”
“Such a paragon of forgiveness,” Belphegor said, baring his teeth in a mocking grin. “Staying true to your angelic principles.”
Defeated, you slumped, knowing there was no breaking free from his grip. “Why are you saying this?” you asked, your voice tinged with hurt. “You’re being unreasonably cruel.”
“Because I want you,” he said bluntly, his eyes flashing with an intense, frustrated desire. “I’m tired of watching you pine after Levi while he continues to act like an oblivious fool.”
You stiffened, your body tense with frustration and disbelief. “You know how I feel, and yet you’re saying this?”
Belphegor, undeterred, nuzzled your cheek with his nose, his touch both intimate and intrusive. “I’ll help you get over him,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve wanted you since the Celestial Realm, but my brother got to you first.”
You remained silent.
“If Levi truly cared about you, he would have claimed you by now or at least marked you with his scent,” Belphegor continued, his hand sliding down from your wrist to caress your thigh. His touch was gentle but possessive. “I’m not afraid to be with you. I just want you to give me a chance.”
He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours, the proximity making your breath catch. His lips hovered near yours, brushing lightly with each word. “Please, give me a chance.”
You looked into his earnest eyes, a side of him you hadn’t seen before since moving in with them. The vulnerability in his gaze was striking, and you found yourself conflicted. Belphegor’s forwardness was a sharp contrast to Leviathan’s aloofness, and it stirred a part of you that had longed for such assertiveness since Leviathan’s fall.
“Belphie, I—” Before you could finish your thought, Belphegor was abruptly wrenched away from you, leaving a cold shiver running down your spine.
Leviathan appeared in the doorway, transformed into his demon form, his eyes blazing with a fierce, wild intensity you had never witnessed. His presence was imposing, almost primal.
“Belphegor, how dare you try to take what’s mine,” Leviathan growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble as he advanced slowly toward Belphegor.
“Yours?” Belphegor retorted, his voice dripping with mockery. “She’s not yours. You haven’t claimed her; your scent isn’t even on her. She’s fair game.”
Leviathan’s expression darkened, his rage simmering beneath the surface. “You know our history and what she means to me,” he said, his tone dangerously calm.
“None of that matters now,” Belphegor shot back, his eyes narrowing defiantly. “You should have claimed her back in the Celestial Realm or at least when she arrived here. If you won’t do it, then I will.”
The tension reached a boiling point as Leviathan’s fist flew toward Belphegor, striking him with a forceful punch that sent him crashing to the floor. The sound of the impact echoed through the room.
You gasped in shock, your heart racing, and rushed forward, grasping Leviathan’s arm in a desperate attempt to restrain him. “Please stop,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with urgency. “Nothing happened. Let’s just go back to your room and talk.”
Leviathan’s body tensed, and with a sudden, jerky movement, he yanked you closer. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, his growl growing louder and more intense as he took in your scent.
“He’s scented you!” Leviathan roared, his voice laced with a murderous fury as he glared at his youngest brother. His anger was palpable, a dangerous edge to his words.
The situation was rapidly escalating, and you clung to Leviathan, hoping your presence would calm him. He looked down at you with a fierce, determined expression, his teeth gritted. In a swift, almost brutal motion, he picked you up. You squealed in surprise, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist.
You heard the commotion in the background, brothers rushing to the common room to check on Belphegor. Others peeked out from their rooms, only to see you clinging to Leviathan as he carried you to his room. The last thing you heard was a giggle before he slammed the door shut, effortlessly getting you off him and dropping you onto a pile of sheets and pillows on the floor, which softened the fall.
You looked up at him with wide eyes as he knelt over you, his presence both imposing and magnetic. Before you could say a word, he tore your nightgown off with a swift motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.
“Levi!” you gasped indignantly.
He ignored you, his face burying into your neck with almost aggressive fervor, nuzzling and inhaling deeply as if trying to erase his brother’s scent from you.
You squirmed and whimpered as he began sucking and licking your neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. Your hands rested on his shoulders, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.
“Be good and stay still,” he rumbled, his tail wrapping tightly around your waist, securing you in place. With one hand, he pinned your wrists above your head, his grip unyielding.
You whimpered but stilled. Though you weren’t opposed to what was happening, you knew you needed to talk before things went too far. Your mind fogged as his mouth trailed lower, marking the top of your breasts with the same intensity.
You barely noticed when he pulled down your bra enough for your breasts to spill over the cups. The coolness of the room made your nipples harden, and he wasted no time taking one into his mouth, sucking on the bud. He released your wrists and used his other hand to tweak your other nipple, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.
You whined, rubbing your thighs together as you felt your arousal grow. You could no longer ignore how wet your panties felt from his ministrations.
Leviathan finally lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he admired the marks he made from your neck to your breasts. He groaned at the sight of you—marked up, with rosy cheeks, teary eyes, bra tugged down, and tiny panties on, all while rubbing your thighs together.
He hadn’t even truly started, and you already looked absolutely wrecked.
“W-wait,” you stammered, placing your hands against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you, shaking your head.
He stilled, frowning. “Are you rejecting me?” His grip on your chin tightened as he leaned closer, his voice a low growl. “Because I don’t mind locking you up in here until you change your mind. You’re mine.”
Your breath hitched, and his words shouldn’t have turned you on as much as they did. “No, of course not. I just wanted to know what’s going to happen. You’ve been avoiding touching me this whole time, and now you’re not.”
He tilted his head, observing you like a predator ready to pounce. “I’m going to fuck and claim you. I was trying to ease you into things because of how long it’s been.” He gripped your thighs and spread your legs, his eyes darkening at the sight of the wet spot on your panties. “But I see I was mistaken in taking things slow. Too many pests want you, and I’d drown everyone before letting anyone else have you.”
“Belphegor should be glad he’s my brother because that’s the only reason I spared his life. There won’t be a second chance,” he continued, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and tossing it aside once it came off.
“Once you claim me, Father and the Seraphim will know, and I’ll be banished,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.
“Yes, that’s the plan. From the beginning, you were supposed to be by my side,” he growled, still furious about how you were stopped from going with him. “But Simeon got in the way and stopped you.”
You winced, remembering the chaos after the Great Celestial War and your anger at Simeon until he explained his actions. “Simeon had my best intentions at heart. I was so much younger, and he was afraid I wouldn’t survive the fall.”
Leviathan scoffed. “He just wanted you for himself. He was always discreet, but his longing looks gave him away.”
You wanted to protest that it wasn’t like that with Simeon, but the words died in your mouth as Leviathan used his tail to rip your panties off. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping core.
Now completely naked under Leviathan, you flushed and suddenly felt shy, especially after he licked his lips and his eyes dilated while spreading your legs wider.
“You know angels and demons claim each other differently,” you muttered, tugging on his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You didn’t want to be the only naked one.
He chuckled, tugging his shirt off and dropping it to the side. “Of course I’m aware, but you also know I can still make you my mate. Angels just aren’t allowed to do so; it’s instant banishment after judgment in the Celestial Realm.”
He cupped your cheek and pulled you into a smoldering kiss, deepening it by biting your bottom lip. You gasped, and his tongue invaded your mouth, coaxing yours to intertwine with his, making you whine.
You were lightheaded when he finally pulled away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you.
His fingers trailed from your inner thigh to your soaking core, tracing a tantalizing path before he eased a finger into you. He pumped it slowly, his thumb simultaneously rubbing your clit in languid, torturous circles, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.
You mewled, your hips bucking involuntarily when he added another finger. He stretched you, his pace quickening slightly as he worked you open, his touch both gentle and demanding.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with desire as he kissed your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses. His thumb circled your clit faster, his other hand finding its way to your breast. He pinched and pulled your nipple, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The stimulation was overwhelming; you had only just started, yet you were already ready to cum.
“L-Levi!” you cried out, your nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. Your cunt fluttered around his fingers as he added a third, stretching you even further and making you gasp in surprise.
“That’s it, let go,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with precision. You arched your back, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your release gushing onto his fingers.
He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, eliciting a whimper from you, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied moan. He was definitely going to devour you with his mouth and make you choke on his cock later, but for now, he needed to be inside you.
With a swift movement, he stripped off his pants, freeing his hard, leaking cock. He pumped it a few times, his eyes locked onto yours as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. He was still so big and thick, the sight of him only making your desire burn hotter. The first time, he had been assertive but hesitant, yet now his confidence was evident, and it turned you on even more.
He flipped you onto your hands and knees, pulling your hips up and making you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. He rubbed his cock along your slit, coating himself in your slick before easing his way in. The stretch was intense, and you gasped, feeling so full as he filled you to the brim with a loud groan.
You had to remind yourself to breathe, gripping the sheets tightly as he started to move, his pace slow and measured to let you adjust to his size. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to drive you wild.
“Your cunt feels so good,” he panted, his voice strained as he fought to hold back from just pounding into you. He spread your cheeks, watching his cock slide in and out, mesmerized by the sight of your slick clinging to him, your cunt greedily trying to suck him in deeper. He cursed under his breath at the lewd sight.
He picked up the pace, setting a brutal rhythm as he relentlessly hit your g-spot. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room, blending with your cries of pleasure and his guttural moans.
“S-so good,” you whined, bouncing your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate for even more of him. Every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, leaving you trembling and breathless.
Leviathan chuckled darkly. “What a dirty little angel. You like how I’m fucking you?” His voice was a low growl. He slammed into you with a hard, precise thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. “Just remember that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. This cunt is mine.”
“Y-yes! Only yours!” Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate wail as your eyes rolled back in your head. He took a fistful of your hair and tugged hard, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure and making you clench tighter around his cock.
“Fuck, you’re such a slut. I was supposed to gently make love to you, but you really just wanted me to take you like the whore you are.” His words were laced with both amusement and possession as he moved your hair to the side, exposing the nape of your neck. He stared at the soft, vulnerable skin, knowing he was going to leave his mark there. His fangs extended as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His tail slithered around your body, the smooth, cool scales contrasting with your heated skin, and the tip of his tail circled around your clit, adding another layer of stimulation.
You let out a loud, lewd mewl, your body writhing under his touch as you slammed your eyes shut. You were teetering on the edge of orgasm, every muscle tense with anticipation. In a flash, your wings emerged, extending out as your halo shone brightly above your head, casting a soft, golden light.
Leviathan’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of your wings and halo, but he didn’t stop his relentless thrusting. The image in front of him was the epitome of sinful: pretty snowy white wings and a radiant halo out, all while you were being fucked dumb on his cock. He could already imagine how much more pretty it would be when those snowy white wings turned black and that shining gold halo transformed into horns.
“I-I’m cummin’!” You cried out as you gushed on his cock, trembling with tears in your eyes.
“I’m gonna cum in that messy little cunt while I claim you,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “No one will ever question who you belong to.” He leaned over you, his hot breath fanning over the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, releasing his cum inside your velvety cunt accompanied by a loud moan. His mouth found the tender skin of your nape, and he bit down hard, drawing blood. You screamed, the mixture of pleasure and pain blurring together.
You felt an intense wave of emotion washing over you—his deep love and passion he was currently feeling. It flowed through you as you shakily exhaled. Finally, you were his, and he was yours.
He slowly withdrew from you, eliciting a soft whine from your lips at the sudden emptiness and sensitivity. Gently, he moved you onto your back and gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.
He nuzzled into your hair, a deep rumble of contentment vibrating through his chest. A blush spread across his face as the reality of what had just happened hit him.
“I love you, Levi,” you whispered, your voice soft and sincere while intertwined your fingers with his.
“I-I love you too,” he stammered, burying his face in your hair to hide his face, making you giggle sweetly.
“Simeon should be on his way to take me to the Celestial Realm for my judgment,” you mentioned absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting to the inevitable. You knew your fate was sealed—you would become a demon, either through your Father’s banishment or slowly by Levi’s side. The Celestial Realm, with its rigidity when it came to rules, insisted on formal banishment for angels who mated outside their kind. It was simpler to comply than to risk them taking you by force.
Leviathan tightened his arms around you, his embrace desperate and firm. “I don’t want you to leave. You can just go through your change here,” he murmured.
“I know, I’d rather do that, but we both know how the Celestial Realm is. Either I go willingly or they’ll take me by force,” you replied, your voice soft and resigned. You tried to send soothing emotions through your bond, sensing his growing agitation. His growl at the thought of you being taken by force was low and menacing.
The two of you stayed cuddled together for a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence. Eventually, you gently urged him to get up so you could both clean yourselves. Despite the ache in your heart, you knew it was futile to linger.
As you were lost in thought, a knock on the door startled you. Lucifer’s commanding voice broke through the silence. “MC, Simeon is here for you.”
Turning to Leviathan, you gazed deeply into his eyes, your hands clasping his tightly. “Will you be there to catch me when I fall?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.
“Always,” he vowed, before crashing his lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. The intensity of it left you both breathless.
Panting, you reluctantly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. Even as you separated, your hands remained intertwined. Together, you walked to the front door, where Simeon waited. He smiled at you, but his eyes betrayed the sadness he felt.
“Are you ready, MC?” Simeon asked softly, his voice laced with concern.
You nodded, turning to Leviathan for one last fleeting kiss. “I’ll see you soon,” you whispered, squeezing his hand before letting go and stepping to Simeon’s side. The two of you walked out of the house, moving towards Barbatos, who stood waiting with a solemn expression.
“Are you happy?” Simeon whispered, his hand twitching as if to cup your cheek. He stopped himself, knowing that right didn’t belong to him—perhaps it never had.
“Extremely,” you replied, smiling brightly. Simeon could only smile back, though the sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable.
You didn’t regret anything.
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Only a few days had passed, and now, judgment day had arrived. You could feel Leviathan’s agitation and panic even from afar. The only reason he hadn’t found a way to storm into the Celestial Realm was that he knew you were still alive.
You stood in front of your Father and the Seraphim with your head held high, your heart pounding as they read your so-called “sins.” The celestial court was silent, the weight of their gazes almost unbearable.
“Is there anything you wish to say?” Michael asked, his voice echoing through the grand hall. A look of soft fondness crossed his face so quickly that you almost missed it. He should have known this would happen when he sent you to the Devildom where Leviathan was. You would never understand why he did it, though.
“No,” you replied, your voice steady.
At your response, the floor beneath you started to shake. Cracks spidered out from where you stood, and the ground slowly crumbled away. You tried to keep your composure as the marble gave way under your feet, plunging you down.
And you fell.
You closed your eyes, feeling the wind whip past you, the burning pain starting as your halo melted into your scalp and your wings ignited, turning into fiery remnants of their former glory. Every fiber of your being was consumed by pain, yet you weren’t scared. You knew someone would be there to catch you.
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a protective embrace. The fall slowed as Leviathan’s familiar presence enveloped you. He cushioned your descent, his body shielding you from the worst of the impact as you reached the ground.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered in your ear, his voice soothing amidst the chaos. You could feel his desperation and relief, his resolve to keep you safe no matter what.
As he rushed you to the House of Lamentation, his pace urgent but careful, you clung to him, feeling the beat of his heart against yours. Despite the agony and the fear, you knew you had made the right choice.
You didn’t regret falling in love, and you didn’t regret falling from grace. Every moment, every sacrifice, had led you to this point. You would do it all over again, just to be with him.
a/n: this is my first post, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. It's only gonna be this chapter and another.
cw: potential angst, smut with a sprinkle of yandere next chapter. Fem!Reader. Angel!MC.
Part Two
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Chaos.
Death.
Destruction.
That’s all you saw once the fighting ceased. You scanned the area with tearful eyes, desperately searching for your lover. Fear gripped your heart, a vice of uncertainty about whether he was alive or dead.
With shaky legs, you finally managed to stand, carefully emerging from behind the broken wall where he had left you. You swallowed hard, forcing down the bile rising in your throat as you looked at the dead bodies of your fellow angels. Wings, once symbols of grace and divinity, now lay tattered and bloodied on the ground.
“This isn’t the time for me to crumble,” you whispered harshly to yourself. “I need to find him. I need to make sure he survived.” With newfound determination, you rushed to the one place you knew you could find him: your Father’s throne, God.
Your lungs burned as you ran as fast as you could, hoping and praying you would find him there alive. The path was scattered with debris, the remnants of a once-magnificent heaven now marred by the scars of battle. As you got closer, you caught sight of your beloved and his brothers.
Coming to a halt next to the other angels present, you gasped as you finally took in the situation. Lucifer was bleeding, his wings forgotten on the floor, and a blond creature—a demon—lay at his feet. Lilith, your best friend and practically your sister, lay dead on the floor with a spear wound in her chest, her eyes closed as if she were sleeping. All the other brothers stood tall next to Lucifer, their expressions grim and resolute.
You exhaled shakily when you saw your lover, injured but alive. His amber eyes met yours, and his gaze softened, looking at you with so much love and sadness that it almost made you weep.
Then, everything started shaking, and the floor beneath Lucifer, the blond demon, and Lilith’s body crumbled and broke, sending them down into the abyss.
“No, no, no,” you whispered, shaking your head as tears finally fell down your cheeks, watching as the ground beneath all the brothers started to break.
“LEVIATHAN!” you cried out, rushing forward with your hand extended, only to be pulled back against someone’s chest, their arms trapping you as they whispered reassurances and apologies in your ear.
You wailed as you fought against their grip, trying your hardest to go with your lover. But you weren’t strong enough to get free, and you could only watch as the floor beneath him started to crumble away.
And he fell.
You woke up with a gasp, quickly sitting up, your heart pounding as tears continued to fall. A sob escaped as you tried to compose yourself. The nightmare was a cruel reminder of the past, a wound that never healed.
You hated remembering what happened. It had been thousands of years, but the pain never went away, still lingering and haunting your dreams occasionally.
Slapping your cheeks and shaking your head, you got out of bed, willing the memories away. You needed to start your day, knowing you had an important meeting with Michael.
You slowly put on your flowy, white dress that had hints of gold woven into it. The fabric was light and ethereal, a stark contrast to the heaviness in your heart. You unfurled your snowy white wings and fluttered them gently, feeling the soft brush of feathers against your skin. Taking one last look at the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you nodded and left the room.
Beautiful white buildings and a sunny sky greeted you as you stepped outside, but you could barely appreciate the beauty around you. You were nervous; you didn’t know what the meeting was about, but you had a bad feeling.
Lost in thought, you almost toppled over when a small body tackled yours. Blinking in surprise, you looked down at the boy with blond hair and wrapped your arms around him. “Hi, Luke. I missed you.”
“MC! I missed you too,” he exclaimed happily as you cooed and ran your fingers through his hair.
“Good to see you, MC,” Simeon said, a small smile on his face, and you smiled back. His calm presence was a balm to your troubled heart. “Where are you heading?”
“I’m going to see Michael. He wanted to talk about something,” you sighed. The bad feeling you had was just getting worse and worse; it almost made you not want to go.
Simeon hummed and put his fingers against his lips, seeming to be debating something. He smiled at you warmly when he reached a conclusion. “I see. We won’t keep you then.”
He turned to the young angel. “Let’s go, Luke. We don’t want MC to be late.”
Luke pouted as he let you go, and you ruffled his hair, seeing how adorable he looked. He leaned into your touch and smiled. “Say hi to Michael for me! We’ll see you when you’re done.”
“Bye, guys.” You nodded and waved before making your way to Michael’s office.
Soon, you arrived and knocked on the door. “Michael, it’s me.” You nervously waited for a response.
“Come in.”
You opened the door and entered. Michael was sitting behind a desk, and he observed you as you approached. His stare unnerved you, taking in your features as if he were looking for something.
“This won’t take long,” he said, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “You’ll be joining Luke and Simeon as an exchange student in Devildom.”
Your heart stopped, and you were at a loss for words. You, going to Devildom? Where Leviathan lived? You still loved him, and part of you was happy, but you also knew that it had been thousands of years, and he probably wasn’t the same person anymore.
“Why me?” You blurted out, looking at him in a daze.
“You were the best candidate. You’ll adapt quickly and there shouldn’t be any issues. You’re already close to Luke and Simeon as well,” he said, seeming to choose his words carefully. “You’ll be leaving today with them. Please prepare your luggage.”
You felt numb.
“You may go.” His eyes softened. “It won’t be so bad.”
You nodded in response and made your way out. Blinking back tears, you made your way back home, knowing you needed to get ready.
You weren’t ready to face Leviathan. Or even the brothers. You had been close to them once, through your connection with Lilith.
You missed them. You missed Leviathan.
You just prayed everything would go smoothly.
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A heavy sigh echoed through the grand assembly hall, filled with demons whose expressions ranged from boredom to irritation.
Diavolo scanned their faces as they awaited the arrival of the angels. He knew that the presence of the new angel accompanying Simeon and Luke would cause a significant uproar. Michael had assured him that this angel was the best fit for the exchange program—someone who could adapt quickly and keep an open mind. Reluctantly, Diavolo had accepted this choice.
He had heard you mentioned in passing by Lucifer, who spoke of you with hidden fondness whenever he reminisced about his time in the Celestial Realm. You were the adorable angel who had been best friends with Lilith and considered another sister by Lucifer and some of the other brothers. Although Diavolo didn’t personally know you, he knew you were still cherished.
His eyes met Lucifer’s, and he saw the conflict in them. Offering a small, reassuring smile, he hoped to ease Lucifer’s unease.
Lucifer gave a small nod in thanks. In truth, he was concerned about his brothers’ reactions, especially Leviathan’s. He knew his brother was still heartbroken over your separation.
He remembered everything Leviathan had done to try to forget the pain: the rage-fueled massacres as the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, the excessive drinking, the countless encounters with succubi. Yet, none of it had worked, and in the end, Leviathan had retreated to his room, becoming a shut-in who rarely left.
Lucifer snapped out of his thoughts when a portal appeared. Barbatos emerged first and stepped to the side, followed by Simeon with Luke, and lastly, you.
A deafening silence fell over the assembly hall as you stepped out of the portal. Your heart sank when you saw all the brothers staring at you in shock.
You gulped as your eyes met Leviathan’s; his expression was unreadable as he scrutinized you, as if to make sure it was really you.
The moment broke when a booming, cheerful voice interrupted, making you look away from him. “Welcome to RAD, MC. I am Diavolo, ruler of all demons and future king of the Devildom. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
With a polite smile, you nodded. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Lord Diavolo. Michael sends his regards.”
“I’m sure you already know everyone present,” he said with a smile. “Lucifer will continue with the explanations.”
“Nice to see you again, MC,” Lucifer said, stepping forward with a small smile. “Firstly, I will explain what you need to know. Your stay period will be a year, and you will be given several tasks to complete along the way. At the end of your stay, you will write a paper about your exchange in the Devildom.”
You nodded. “Understood.”
“Now, regarding your accommodations.” Lucifer paused, seemingly searching for the right words. “You will be staying in the House of Lamentation with me and my brothers.”
Gasps erupted from the brothers, and the sound of wood breaking made you look over to see Leviathan had broken the arm of his chair with his grip.
You stiffened, looking away. Michael never mentioned this. You were supposed to stay at Purgatory Hall with Luke and Simeon, not with the brothers.
It seemed Simeon had the same thought as he stepped forward to stand next to you. “We weren’t informed about this, Lucifer. MC is an angel; she's supposed to stay in Purgatory Hall.”
“She can’t stay in a house full of demons!” Luke snapped, clutching your hand tightly.
“Yes, the plan was for her to stay at Purgatory Hall, but there isn’t enough space,” Diavolo explained. “We concluded it was acceptable for you to stay in the House of Lamentation since you already know the brothers. We apologize for the inconvenience.”
You glanced at Simeon and shivered when you saw his cold eyes despite his smile. “Then you also know why it’s not a good idea for MC to stay there.”
“Lucifer, what are you thinking? MC is an angel,” a deep growl resonated throughout the room, causing everything to still.
“It’s been decided, Levi,” Lucifer responded without looking at his brother. “She will be staying with us.”
Simeon and Luke looked ready to continue arguing, but you sighed. You didn’t like the decision anymore than they did, but you were tired of the back and forth. “Okay, I understand.”
“MC! I can share my room with you. You don’t have to stay with those demons,” Luke pleaded, his grip on your hand tightening.
“It’s okay, Luke. Lord Diavolo is right. I already know the brothers, so it’s not a big deal,” you reassured, pushing down your feelings. Later, you would take the time to process everything. Right now, you needed to stay calm.
Simeon looked into your eyes sadly. You could only smile in reassurance as best as you could.
“I’m glad you agreed,” Lucifer said. “Mammon will be your guide. If you need anything, you can ask any of us.”
You nodded.
“Mammon, go show her around.” Lucifer commanded, already walking away to stand next to Diavolo.
“Good luck, MC. I hope you enjoy your stay in the Devildom.” Diavolo smiled as he walked away, Barbatos and Lucifer beside him.
With that, you were left with the rest of the brothers and the two angels.
Simeon sighed as he turned to you. He cupped your cheek, and you leaned into the comfort of his hand. “We will be making our way to Purgatory Hall now. Please be careful,” he whispered, stroking your cheek.
“Please come visit us soon,” Luke said with a frown, showing his displeasure at the arrangement.
“Of course,” you agreed easily and watched as they made their way out.
With a sigh, you turned to the brothers and gave them your best smile while awkwardly waving. “Hi, guys. Nice to see you again.”
It was like a spell was broken as they rushed to you, hugging you from different directions.
“MC! You’re as beautiful as ever,” Asmodeus cooed, rubbing his cheek against yours with his arms wrapped around you. “I’ve missed you, darling.”
“Oi! Stop getting so close to MC! Can’t ya see she don’t like it?!” Mammon barked while yanking his younger brother off you. He turned to you with a blush on his face. “And you! You’re still so defenseless! Don’t make my job of guarding you harder!”
You giggled at his poorly hidden worry, and his blush deepened as he looked away. You turned to smile at Asmodeus. “I’ve missed you too, Asmo.”
You felt a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders as someone leaned against you.
“MC. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you,” Belphegor mumbled, nuzzling the side of your head, close to your ear.
“I did as well, Belphie.” That’s all you managed to say before Belphegor was also ripped away from you by a fuming Mammon.
“You haven’t changed at all,” Beelzebub said, patting your head. You smiled at how gentle his hand felt.
Amid the chaos, a blond man stepped forward, and you tilted your head, staring into his green eyes.
“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Satan, the Avatar of Wrath and the fourth eldest among the brothers.” He gave you a charming smile as you shook his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m glad I can finally put a face to the name.”
“Nice to meet you, Satan. I’m MC.” You smiled warmly back at him.
“Leviiiii, you’re not coming to say hi to our dear MC?” Asmodeus called out to the indigo-haired man, who seemed preoccupied with his phone, clenching it just a tad too tightly.
Everyone stiffened at his words, even Satan knew the story behind the now demon and angel.
“Asmo!” Mammon hissed. “Don’t provoke him.”
“Ehhh, I’m not.” Asmodeus smiled mischievously. “It just seemed rude for him to be ignoring MC’s existence, is all.”
“Asmo,” Beelzebub admonished quietly with a shake of his head.
Leviathan slowly lifted his head, his pupils slitted as he gritted his teeth. He stood up and rushed out of the assembly hall, slamming the door in the process.
Your heart dropped at his reaction. You knew things wouldn’t be the same as before; you knew he was a different person. But to act like that? Like you wronged him in some way? It broke your heart all over again.
Blinking away tears, you turned to Mammon, smiling shakily. “We should probably start the tour. I’m pretty tired.”
Mammon could only nod as he led you out, not wanting to somehow make things worse.
The brothers watched you and Mammon leave, then turned to Asmodeus with disapproval in their eyes.
“Asmo,” Satan sighed. “You know how sensitive Levi is about MC. At the mere mention of her, he leaves the room and shuts down.”
“This must be hard for them both,” Beelzebub mentioned.
Asmodeus pouted. “I’m trying to help them. Levi still loves her. MC seems to also feel strongly for him if her reaction was anything to go by.”
The rest of the brothers could only roll their eyes or groan at Asmodeus response.
They could only prepare themselves for whatever plans he had.
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With a groan, you flopped onto the bed, sinking into the plush mattress and enjoying the comfort. You took out the D.D.D. that Lucifer had given you upon your arrival at the House of Lamentation, your fingers tracing the sleek surface of the device. After the extensive tour of the grand house, the phone, pre-programmed with everyone’s contact information and even their social media profiles, felt like a lifeline. You were certain Asmodeus was behind the social media setup.
On one hand, you were happy at how quickly the brothers had accepted you again. Their warm, if somewhat chaotic, welcome had eased some of your apprehension. On the other hand, it hurt that the one brother you truly wanted to talk to didn’t even look at you. Leviathan’s avoidance stung, a sharp contrast to what you once had.
Shaking your head to clear the thoughts, you changed into the pajamas Asmodeus had given you: a silky tank top and shorts that complemented your eyes. The fabric felt soft against your skin, and you couldn’t help but appreciate Asmo’s impeccable taste in fashion. He always did get excited about dressing you up.
‘Should I go visit him?’ you thought, gnawing on your bottom lip. All you wanted was to know how he was doing. You missed him, after all.
You had always been a bit reckless, a little spoiled when it came to Leviathan. He had always indulged you in your whims, his patience with you seemingly endless. You knew your flaws, but he always found them endearing.
Determined, you straightened your back and left your room, making your way to his. If you lost your nerve now, you knew you wouldn’t attempt it again for a long time.
Standing in front of his door, you took a deep breath and knocked.
“Password,” you heard him say from inside.
You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Um, it’s me. I just wanted to talk to you, see how you were doing.”
Silence greeted you, heavy and oppressive.
“I’ve missed you a lot, Levi,” you tried again, hoping for some response, any response.
There was a thump and some shuffling on the other side of the door. Slowly, it started to open, and Levi peeked his head out, a frown marring his face.
His cheeks flushed a deep red when he saw your attire, and he quickly opened the door wider. “W-what are you wearing?!”
You glanced down at your pajamas, puzzled. “Pajamas? Asmo gave them to me.”
He covered his face with his arm, clearly flustered. “D-don’t walk around looking like that! You should be in your room!”
You narrowed your eyes, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but before you could say anything, he suddenly yanked you inside his room and slammed the door shut.
You certainly weren’t expecting that. Taking a moment to look around, you noted the relaxing blue tones of his room and the well-maintained fish tank. The shelves were lined with countless figurines and manga. Even in the Celestial Realm, Leviathan had shown an interest in anime, but now it seemed to have become an all-consuming passion.
Your eyes wandered to the desk at the back of the room, cluttered with multiple monitors and gaming equipment. It was clear he had become an avid gamer. The bathtub in the middle of the room, filled with body pillows of various anime characters and sheets, caught your attention next. It was an odd sight, but somehow fitting for him.
Finally, you looked at Leviathan, who was staring at you from the other side of the room, his face still beet red.
“Disappointed?” he asked, clenching his fists.
“I would never be disappointed in you, Levi,” you answered honestly, taking in his features almost hungrily. “Your room is nice.”
He scoffed and looked away. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know you weren’t expecting me to have become a filthy, shut-in otaku.”
Your mouth dropped open in shock. Simeon had warned you before you left the Celestial Realm, explaining that the brothers were the Avatars of Sin, so you knew which Avatar Leviathan was. But you hadn’t expected his self-esteem to be so low.
“What? No. Of course I don’t think that,” you said softly, taking a step toward him.
Leviathan growled, finally looking at you again. You stiffened as he transformed into his demon form, his attire changing while black and purple coral-like horns appeared on the sides of his head, and scales emerged on the right side of his neck. A snake-like tail with scales waved back and forth behind him.
Even with all of that, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever seen.
Vivid, glowing orange eyes pinned you in place as he stalked forward. He clutched your chin with one hand and slammed his other hand against the door next to your head, backing you against it.
“I’m not the same angel from the Celestial Realm; I’ve been a demon for thousands of years now,” he growled, baring his teeth, his grip on your chin tightening. “You said you missed me? I’m not stupid; I saw how Simeon treated you, how you allowed him to touch you.”
Your breath hitched. “I’m not involved with Simeon like that. He’s just a dear friend.”
“Not that I blame you. Of course you’d want to be with another angel. What can a shitty otaku like myself offer you now?” he sneered, but you could see the envy, pain, and rage in his glowing eyes.
Blinking back tears, you gently cupped his cheeks. “I don’t care about that, Levi. I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m not involved with Simeon, and I have missed you.”
Breathing raggedly, he dropped his hand from your chin and leaned his forehead against yours, eyes flicking to your lips. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, making your heart race.
With a snarl, he peeled himself off you and turned away. “Leave.”
You wanted to protest, to cry that you wanted to stay, that you wanted to talk to him, but all you managed was a whimper as you opened the door and rushed out.
The last thing you heard as you ran back to your room was a scream of rage and the sound of items breaking.
You closed your door and locked it, hiding under the sheets on your bed, muffling your cries against the pillow.
It wasn’t fair; this wasn’t what you were expecting or wanted.
You had anticipated awkwardness, having to start from scratch and get to know each other again. Maybe even a bit of resistance on his part.
Perhaps you were too naive and hopeful because this was the one outcome you hadn’t expected. He wanted nothing to do with you, and the thought made you cry harder.
But with that pain came anger because you hadn’t done anything wrong to warrant such a reaction from him. Then he had the audacity to get jealous? Avatar of Envy or not, he was sending too many mixed signals.
The anger won out, and you sat up abruptly on your bed, wiping the tears away.
If he wanted to be stubborn, then so would you. You were going to have a proper conversation with him even if it killed you.
You weren’t going to allow Leviathan to push you away.
a replaced!mc au pt. ii〚Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.〛
"If I cannot bend the will of Heaven, I shall move Hell."
part unus
This series was inspired by the writings of @wafermelons and @pen-ink-therapy whose work showed me how cathartic writing and reading angst could be.
Imagine an alternate universe where the seven avatars who have come to love the MC with everything they have, reject them for another. Old wounds are ripped open and laid bare for all to see. Grudges are brought to light, but with it comes an inner peace MC hasn't felt since they became the emotional support of the seven demon lords of the Devildom. Through trial and fire, MC will begin a new journey and the brothers will lose what cannot be replaced.
Warnings: mental abuse, emotional abuse, acts of violence, suicidal ideation, poor mental health, angst, mentions of past death, MC chose violence.
Note: There will be n/sfw and yandere content in future installments because I am a ✨ w h o r e ✨
The look on Mammon’s face—for lack of a better word—was priceless. One sentence. One response from you was all it took to crack his face in two. Your softly smiling lips and impishly twinkling eyes didn’t betray your emotions like his did, but inside you were just as surprised at yourself. The sentence flowed from your lips like a cool breeze on a warm summer’s day. It should’ve hurt, or been scary, or sent you into a panic attack afraid of all of the things that could be done to you in retaliation for daring to talk back—but it wasn’t and you didn’t. You forgot what this felt like, defending yourself against those who sought to tear you down with their hands or their words. It was always scary at first. The buildup of anxiety that festered the longer you took to defend yourself, but once you did, they almost always backed down because they thought you were an easy target and you proved you weren’t.
It was like how a bully's face crumbled in humiliation when you snapped back. They thought you were prey to make an example of in front of your peers, but they were so wrong. You could recall a relative who thought their blood ties could excuse bad behavior, only to get settled in front of the whole family, consequences be damned. You forgot what this felt like. To care about yourself. To begin to love yourself again. When you defended yourself, no matter the outcome, you were affirming your worth and your dignity was not something that could be taken away no matter how daunting the foe. You stared the second strongest lord of the Devildom in the eye and quirked an eyebrow. If you were to die for this, you sure as hell were going to get your money's worth.
You had always been worth so much more than you ever believed, MC.
While you had been invigorated and ready for conflict Mammon’s face had cracked, but by the grace of Diavolo it didn’t betray the mayhem raging inside. His eyes were wide with trembling pupils as if he was having trouble focusing on the human standing not even two feet away from him. Mouth slightly agape, no sound came out. His brothers, the mighty avatars, were frozen where they were. Asmodeus had been curled up on the couch with a throw blanket, but now his eyes were wide, and lips a wobbly line. Belphegor and Leviathan who had been grabbing for Danielle who had been scrambling towards you, were now frozen with their arms extended.
Satan had been stalking towards you with nostrils practically flaring when your words brought him to an abrupt halt. Beelzebub who had been seated on a chair was now sat upright, confusion and concern marred his features as once again he was at a loss of what to do. Lucifer stood the closest to you and Mammon, but he too had paused. He didn’t register that a mere human’s words had halted his movements and if he realized or someone was suicidal enough to mention it, he would surely combust on the spot. The silence was going on too long for your liking. I mean, you had places to be tonight. They had wasted enough of your valuable time—time a mere mortal like yourself couldn’t get back—and you’d be damned before you let them take a second more. Hurry up and start the confrontation so you can get the fuck on.
“What’s the matter, Mammoney? Cat got your tongue?” You used the old nickname he once wore like a badge of honor. He’d go out of his way to have you call that name in public, wanting the world to know that he was yours. Things had been so good once. You were so happy. Don’t worry MC, you can be happy again. It just won’t be with him.
Mammon had to shake himself from his stupor. He hadn’t heard that nickname in so long, and for some reason unknown to him, his heart ached. However, he couldn’t think over these foreign yet familiar feelings now. His brothers were watching and he wasn’t about to let himself be cowed in front of them.
“What the fuck did you just say to the Great Mammon?” His canines seemed more prominent, and his eyes sharpened with a danger never intended for you before. His fists were balled and shook slightly, and you could see the you of the past throwing yourself out of the way, so terrified of an attack. That was no more.
Your smile never left your lips, you didn’t even hesitate, “You’re a goddamned hypocritical little bitch and caring about you was one of the biggest mistakes I’ve ever made.”
He stumbled backwards and the bubble burst. Lucifer was charging at you, drawing up to bring his full form over yours. He was darkness and the odor of burning blood and rusty iron from chains and torture. “MC! How dare you—!”
You turned your head to the left to lock eyes with the furious demon. The fallen. He thought he was so scary, but the flash in your eyes was murderous. He had always thought he was so intimidating. A word from him, and everyone would fall into line, but you weren’t one of them. You looked at him and all you saw was a waste of space. His booming voice that seemed to reverberate in the common room and the hellfire that was his eyes, did nothing to you. Instead, your own eyes were alight with unbridled rage at his insubordination.
“Shut the fuck up!” Your voice was a growl, a beast that long lay dormant inside was awakened and out to protect you. "I am your master and you will obey me."
Every demon in the room was thrown back as strong gales of wind spun with you at its center. All were tossed back from their spots and sent crashing into furniture or the walls around you. Beelzebub was thrown into a display shelf, glass and priceless antiques were destroyed beyond repair. Asmodeus was thrown up where his head hit the ceiling on a tender spot that sent tears blurring his vision. He fell on his side and could immediately feel the bruises forming. Belphegor had been ripped backwards where he skidded across the carpet and bumped into an end table that fell over to crush his thighs.
Leviathan was ripped from his seat and spun in the air where he was thrown at the door where his head collided with the doorframe. His vision blurred and mind raced, unable to latch onto any thought but of terror and confusion and the splinters stuck in his scalp. Satan felt a punch to his gut that propelled him back into the lit fireplace. It took agonizingly long seconds before his body registered the heat. Then, he quickly threw himself on the rug before him and rolled to extinguish the flames, being too stunned to even think of a spell to put them out. Mammon was thrown back where he slid across the carpet and against the wall. Family photos and memories fell from the surface onto and around him. Glass shattered and frames broke and a picture of you and him on a rare trip to the human world caught his attention. You were holding his hand and beaming like it had been the happiest day of your life.
Lucifer should’ve been the one out of the brothers who could stand his ground, but his knees were kicked in by some invisible assailant, and he was tossed aside like a ragdoll. His wings wouldn’t listen to him and appear to catch his flight, so he was cast aside like something insignificant, an indignation he was sure he had never felt in all of his days.
The epiphany came too late. The paltry amount of magic Solomon had leant you at the beginning of your first semester was overwhelmed by your natural talents. You were able to summon the brothers to your side without a formal invocation and they had been imbued with strength they had never felt before from a pact mate. You were far stronger than they had realized, but somehow the fact had been forgotten. Why did they forget? Because you never used your pacts. You treated them like friends and only called when your life was threatened. You never asked for anything, but a bit of their time and they couldn’t even give that. This time, your command wasn’t imbuing them with power, but draining them. While all of this was happening, no demon uttered a single sound, not even a pained groan from their throats, because that was your command: To shut the fuck up. Their bodies listened and obeyed.
You exhaled. You had been afraid for nothing! All this time you held your tongue, bowed out with your tail between your legs and avoided confrontation like it was a fatal contagion because you felt it could kill you. Your life had been threatened in every possible way it could be and you still had panic attacks at night. You would awake unable to move and the air leaving your lungs. You couldn’t breathe or make a single gurgle inside of your throat and your vision would begin to go spotty. Every time that happened you were taken back to your throat being crushed by the hands of someone you foolishly trusted. Your lungs failed you and desperately clawing hands made no scratch on the demon who straddled your weakening form. You couldn’t have done anything to protect yourself back then, and it had hit you long ago how insignificant you truly were.
You could be killed by these creatures who didn’t view you as more than a fly—they had killed you like the fly they saw you as—and every threat may have been filled with truth. Almost eaten in a fit of rage because you were close enough and food. Almost ripped apart because you dared to say 'no.' Almost maimed over a stupid game that didn’t matter. Threatened to be sold or killed or disfigured or tortured until you were actually killed and brought back like exchanging a faulty product for a new one in store. Maybe you had been replaced long ago by a new you who they didn’t bother to ask how you felt. A new you who forgave and forgot.
In the chaos, Danielle was the only one left untouched. There was a slight tremor in her legs as she walked towards you, but it vanished the closer she got. Her back straightened and eyes never left your own. She stopped short, not wanting to invade your personal space, not from fear but from compassion. “MC, are you okay?”
You always looked at her with a softness your eyes had lost towards the brothers, and your smile bloomed into something shy and incredulous. “You’re something else, Danielle. You know that?” She shook her head, worry evident on her features. She pointed towards your hand that glowed with the signature colors of the demons you were in a pact with. The sight soured your expression.
Raising it to get a better view, these colors once gave a feeling of security but now they were a ball and chain you needed to find a saw to cut off. You wiggled your fingers and glanced at her. “Y’know, I was tricked into making these pacts.” She perked up then. She didn’t know how it happened and she never asked because she felt it hadn’t been her place, but she had been waiting to hear your side of things. “I thought I was helping,” you turned away from her, her honest eyes doing something to you, “but I was the only one hurt in the end.” Your throat became sore.
“MC?” Danielle started.
“Yes?”
“I’m on your side.”
You laughed. Come on, now. This had to be a joke, but Danielle stared at you with a resolve that you knew you couldn’t shake. You shook your head as you gazed at her, “I wish that we could’ve been friends.” You smiled and she could feel that same shyness she felt when first meeting you. She had always wanted you to like her, but she didn’t get the chance. “You should go.” You inclined your head to the door. “There’s something I have to do and…I don’t want to scare you.” You couldn’t budge her. “I’m not afraid, MC.” She was already going back to her spot on the couch where she sat crisscrossed. “And I feel like I should be here. Everything needs to come out in the open and I understand if you hate me—.”
“I don’t, Danielle. I could never hate you.” You smiled and she had to look away and clear her throat. Please don’t look at her like that when she’s trying to be serious and supportive here! “Well, no matter what happens here, I just want you to know I’m on your side.” she forced her eyes to meet yours again. You shook your head again, but maybe you didn’t hate the fact that she was here. What was going to happen in this room would sever the ties that bound you to this house and everyone in it, but that thought didn’t scare you like it once did. As cliché as it sounded, you truly could see the light at the end of this tunnel.
Turning away from her, it was time to get started. Your voice was clear and even when you turned your attention to Lucifer who had pulled himself up from the crumbled heap he once was. “Kneel before your master.” Avatars were drawn from their positions and forced to form a circle around you. All were forced to their knees, crashing harshly against the floor and nearly shattering kneecaps. The loudest of the brothers, Asmodeus and Leviathan, weren’t allowed to even make a peep. It was so nice to not hear their shrill voices for once. You basked in the silence, but your attention never left Lucifer whose eyes tried to express every vile intent and curse he could muster, ruby red eyes shaking and mouth drawn tight. You weren’t satisfied.
“Lower.”
Shock appeared on every brother’s face. Even Lucifer’s eyes widened as he was forced down onto his elbows where his fingers laced before him as he faced the floor at your feet in obedience. This still wasn’t enough. “Lower. Face down, ass up.” The smile that adorned your features was salacious. His once proud form prostrated himself in the same humiliating position you had been in not hours before. Forehead pressed against the floor and his ass being the highest point about him as it was raised in the air, he looked like a servant in devotion to their master.
“I’ve called you here for one last family meeting. You will listen to every word I speak and commit them to memory where they will forever be engraved on your hearts. They will invade every moment of silence you’ll ever experience. They’ll haunt your dreams and never let you rest. If I had to suffer from your words, so should you.” They must obey. Their confusion and fear were tuned out in favor of their ears and minds focusing on you and what you had to say. What was going to happen? What do you mean you suffered? You didn’t care for easing their anxieties, instead reaching down to take a fist full of Lucifer’s always perfectly styled hair painfully by the roots to jerk his head up to face you. Your eyes scanned his face looking for something of substance or value. Your eyes were unreadable, and he could feel an anxiety from being judged rise inside of him. Finally, your eyes flashed as you came to your conclusion.
“You look pretty like this. No wonder Diavolo keeps you down here—on your knees where you belong.” If they could’ve there would’ve been audible gasps heard in this room. “Just don’t forget who else owns your ass.” The look on his face should’ve been memorialized, but you didn’t waste time on him as you released his hair—now messy—and his head fell to the floor once more.
You retook your place at the center of the circle and gazed at every face. Every single one you had cared for in some way, but now those feelings had burned to ash, and something new thrived in its place. You needed to quench its thirst. As far as humans go, you tried to be good and kind. You tried to extend the same kindness to others that you wish you had been given at some of your lowest points in life. You never wanted others to feel the same hurt you did, but at the expense of your own health? You should’ve treated others like they deserved to be treated, MC. Don’t be good and kind; don’t be their Lilith. Let that vindictive bitch inside out.
“There are some things I have to get off of my chest.” You started, “Everyone else got to share their feelings, so I should get a turn before I go. Just remember: You unloaded all of this on me to fix and didn’t realize you were giving me ammo.”
You walked towards Mammon, the look in your eyes felt so disconnected to what he was used to as you gazed down at him.
“I guess I’ll start with my first,” you grinned, but he couldn’t feel the butterflies he used to. He felt cold. “Everything you did hurt the most, Mammon, because I loved you.” His eyes widened and he struggled to open his mouth or even whine, but nothing would come out. His throat was numb.
“You always pushed me away, but I couldn’t help but care. I never felt safer than when I was with you, and I trusted you over anyone else.” You searched his eyes, and he could feel the emotion. You were hurting and he was the one who caused it. How did he let it get this far?
“I was so stupid.” Wait, what?
“Everything that your brothers had ever said was true. You’re lower than shit, and not even half as useful. You go on and on about being the greatest but you’re a slave to some fucking witches who’ve made you their bitch and you let them. Either you get trapped in schemes that anyone could see, or you throw yourself into shit chasing coin that you never get to keep. You debase yourself for things or money that mean nothing, and in the end, you’re left used up and empty. You’re the cheapest fucking thing on the market, but no amount of grimm can buy back the dignity and respect you lost. What’s the point of making a pact with ‘the Great Mammon’ if everyone gets a turn? How many people have you had to suck and fuck to get out of debt just to fall into an MLM? You ask for respect, but when have you ever been worthy? When have you ever been someone to be proud of?”
You stoop down to meet his eye level, his trembling pupils and glassy eyes can no longer reach your heart. “The Great fucking Mammon is a delusion to save your shit self-esteem from everything people say because you know it’s the truth. You’re a greedy pest with no sense of self-worth so you take and take from everyone around you to bring them down to your level.” You tap a finger to his heart, “But no amount of grimm will change what you are or what people say. The only thing that can make the change is you, and you gave up a long time ago, right? You tried to play the good guy with me, but that crashed and burned. ‘I’ll protect ya!’ ‘I’m your first man!’ But how long did that last, Mammon? You kept me alive for what—a few months?—And then watched your baby brother kill me. Did you like it?” You leaned forward, voice dropping to a low whisper that sent chills wracking his spine. “Did it satisfy something in you watching that pesky little human being killed? I bet you liked that I couldn’t bother you anymore. If the human was out of the way, you could have more time to chase that grimm! Mammon, you’re the second born and Belphegor’s the weakest. If you wanted to save me, you would’ve. For once, just accept the truth. If you really cared you would’ve done something about it, but you chose you brother over me. You all did. Give me back the time I wasted loving you.”
You gently touched the gold change around his neck, only to cruelly rip it from his throat. A spell in your mind, a reverse alchemy that regressed an item to its basic components had the ‘gold’ chain reduced to mere copper. You stared down at the mineral blankly, then chuckled. “Cheap and tasteless. Typical.” You dropped the ash and grains at his knees and stood up to find Leviathan. When your eyes locked on his, he wanted to shrink in on himself and disappear. His turn was coming.
“Leviathan, you were wrong. People don’t hate you because you’re some yucky otaku.” Your voice was reassuring like the times you talked him down from his self-deprecating tangents. He foolishly let himself relax. “Please smile for me.” You cooed and his muscles drew back to expose his pearly whites to you despite his eyes betraying his fear.
His tense muscles relaxed the moment before your foot collided into his mouth.
Your shoe was a battering ram against his teeth, knocking his head back with a snap and him tumbling backward and on his back. The entire time, he didn’t make a sound. Some teeth loosened while his front ones chipped and broke. His mouth wasn’t allowed to open despite filling with blood and fragments of a broken smile, so he had no choice but to swallow it all down. The blood wouldn’t stop but he choked it down all the same. Tears poured from his eyes pathetically, but he couldn’t even sniffle.
“People hate you because you’re a manipulative, whiny, bitch-ass bastard who sucks the joy out of every place you go. You’re almost as much of a blackhole as Beelzebub, listless and empty, and like your older brother you take, and you take, and you take. You take good will, you take patience, you take the last shred of sanity needed to deal with a pathetic fuck like you! You take more than a person can give and you want more, but Leviathan, I have to tell you—you’re not worth it and you never will be.” Your once low voice when berating Mammon rose an octave, showing how annoyed you had been with Levi all this time.
“The most insecure are always the loudest, and you never shut the fuck up. If you hate being such a bother, why don’t you just disappear? The third born and leader of a fucking navy, but you can’t make any friends or inspire anything but pity. You need your hand held just to leave your room, but at least you’re considerate enough to know that no one wants to be seen with you.” You sneered down at him. He had truly been an annoyance for so long. You found a kindred spirit in him, his raw insecurities mirroring some of your own, so maybe that’s why it hurt so much to be left behind by someone you thought understood you. “Now don’t go withdrawing into yourself now. You’re always so expressive when playing those video games with the other scrotes who only have experience with their free hands. You’re so good at games, that’s the only thing you can be confident in. But when you lose? Everyone loses. They lose a tooth, they lose a friend, they could even lose their lives. Misery loves company because the only company you can keep are those you ruin.
“You’re weak and bitter, and not everyone is going to fall for your shit. What else can you offer than that? What more can you bring to the table, Levi? Nothing and you know it. I'm sure you were as useless in the celestial realm as you are down here." Snot dribbled down his chin as you hissed in dissatisfaction. "That's why you fell, right? Not some grand purpose you deluded yourself into believing like Lucifer— you fell because you had nowhere else to go. If your brothers left you'd be all alone. Heaven knows you're not the best at socializing, and you'd be up there all alone with no one you could talk to. Let's be real, you won't focus on anything that isn't a waifu or shitty otaku cashgrab, because you knew they would see through you as the waste of space, bottom of the barrel, unwanted middle child you are." Your sneer dropped into a flat line and your voice became a grave monotone, "You were right. Shove a loli figurine up your ass, you fucking degenerate, and throw in the fucking towel.”
You were out of breath at the end, but felt so fucking alive. You had cared about him once. The social anxiety was real, and you wanted to help him and grow together, but he let go of your hand. You were just paying back what was owed.
You turned to Satan and frowned. His eyes were like those of a caged animal, parts afraid, but parts ready to rip the keeper limb from limb if they dared approach. “Well, if it isn’t Lucifer’s precious little boy. His happy little accident.” You grinned wickedly and his eyes widened. “An amalgamation of some of his worst parts, but nothing left to stand on your own.” You raised a finger and he rose to his feet without hesitation. “At least you know a few tricks.” You continued, “Maybe show me what you did to me that one time.” His eyes widened, as his body levitated in the air and crashed into the wall behind him. Maybe it was your own influence, but the wall around him seemed to erupt as he went back as far as the wooden and stone beams lining the foundation of the home. Dust and cobwebs and construction fell around him and sent plumes of dust around the room, but you just stood and stared with your hands in your pockets. “Make yourself comfortable.” You said and his body began to grind into the beams and plaster with every bit of harshness and pain you had felt tenfold. You could see the veins straining in his neck and chose to let him slowly grind to a halt. His skin blazed a brilliant red from beneath his shirt, up his neck and to his ears.
“Are you angry?” You raised an eyebrow with a bored tone. “You’re so predictable, but it makes sense. You’re a product of a single emotion so how complex could you really be, right?” You didn’t wait for an answer as you mused over his existence, “Born from rage, you were conceived from trauma, but lots of people were so don’t let that get you down. You were never wanted and never meant to be anything more than a product of the worst moment of Lucifer’s life.” Your smile widened just a bit and the lights were dancing in your eyes. “You’re nothing more than an extension of someone else, and because of that you’ll never be whole. You can read every book from the Great fucking Library of Alexandria, but that won’t teach you what it means to feel. You can read about people’s lives and their dreams, but that won’t give you your own. You’ll never be able to be anything more than what you were after the fall. Wrath and hate and violence. You’re no more than a shade with one purpose and that’s just to be. So fucking controlled by your rage, do you even have a free will or to this day, do you still unconsciously act on Lucifer’s feelings? Could you ever exist without him? Do you even exist now?” For once, it looked like the demon would shed tears from anger, but you didn’t care. The look on his face was kind of cute in a way.
“Also, before I forget, you’re a pretentious prick. Yeah, you’re well-read but how could you not be when it’s the only way you know to live? You try not to be like Lucifer, but you’re copy. Wake the fuck up. Everything you loathe about him you have right in here.” You point to your heart, “And that’ll never go away as long as you live. You could never exist without him, but he can without you, and you know that.” He stared at you from his crucifixion pose in the common room’s wall and it looked like all of the fight had left him. He almost looked like the cute kittens he loved so much. You had bested Wrath.
You turned on Asmodeus and could see the teeth chattering behind his lips. You stood above him and scrutinized his features. Was he beautiful? Well, everyone else said so. What were you not getting?
"The Jewel of the Heavens," you started, "turned public toilet."
The tears spilled from his eyes and that fueled you. You had cried in front of him so many times; His words dressed you down to every insecurity you stupidly shared when you trusted him, and he turned them into knives and spit poison at you. Everyone had flaws, but his fault was acting like he had none. He was a huge slut with no self worth, yet acted like something to be treasured. "Free to use."
"You think people like being around you? You think they love you?" You began, "but people only like what you can do for them or what you let them do to you, Asmodeus." Your voice took on the faux compassionate tone his would take when giving you 'advice' and you even gingerly placed a hand over your chest and tilted your head, eyes boring into his own. "People don't want to hear your opinions. It doesn't even matter if you lay there like a dead fish, because dildos and fleshlights don't need feelings."
"That 'love' is dopamine, sweetie. When people cum, they feel a rush of neurochemicals that trigger pleasure, motivation, and desire. People will say anything before post-nut clarity kicks in and one of the biggest little lies they'll say is that they love you." You looked down at him like you truly pitied him and maybe you did. Even you wouldn't let yourself be as delusional as he is. "People don't love you, but they sure love fucking you, and you're not too picky as long as someone throws a few compliments your way. When you tried to get me into bed after complimenting your hair, I thought: This bitch is a lost cause." You grinned recalling that memory that seemed so long ago.
Your brows furrowed and the smile you sent looked apologetic, as if you were trying to break the news gently, “Y’know, Asmo…” You started—spurred on by his puffy and red face, wet cheeks, snot, and shaking lips—“How your powers don’t work on me?” You stared him deep in the eyes with a smile that he once called beautiful. “Maybe I’m not immune, and maybe you’re just a basic little bitch.” His expression shattered into a million pieces and the tears were back in full force. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I’ve always been able to see right through you. So, maybe I can see your disgusting insides on the outside? Something about you was always a little disgusting to me. Everyone and anything could touch you and your touch felt like an infection to me. I washed my sheets at least three times after you slept in my bed." you shivered involuntarily. "Something just made my skin crawl, y'know?” You added conversationally like you were shooting the shit on an average Sunday afternoon.
“You embody your sin just like the others and you’re good at what you do, but would your fans feel the same if they could really see you? The insecurities and the viciousness are really fucking ugly, and you do not wear them well, darling. You can fluff yourself up as much as you want, but we both know what you truly see in the mirror and it’s not pretty. You take care of yourself, but what’s left? Nothing. Asmodeus, you want love, but the only love you can get is physical and skin-deep. I promise you that no one could stand to be around you for five minutes if they had to do anything with you other than fuck. How could I stand you? Because I accepted it. I accepted the ugly parts because everyone has them, and I didn’t hold you to the impossible standards that you did.” You sighed as if tired with him and it all, “But for a former Jewel of the Heavens and fifth demon lord, you’re pretty fucking bland. Safe and without substance.
“You can fill the holes in your head and your ass, but you’ll never fill the one in your heart. You can’t give love and you can’t get it, sweetie. I pray you never lose that face cause you’ll really have nothing left.” You smiled as if giving heartfelt advice and turned your back to him just as quickly. He was shut out and discarded like last week's trend
Your eyes found Beelzebub but his were looking anywhere, but at you. He knew what guilt felt like, but never did anything about it. “There’s my big strong protector.” You could see his Adam’s apple bob. “Well, you’re good at protecting everyone else. You’ve got Lucifer’s back even though you don’t know what the fuck’s going on most of the time, and you could even back up a murderer over me.” His eyes found yours now. “You try to be the strong silent protector, but you’re more of a bitch-ass hypocrite than Mammon. Clap it up.” You clapped for him with a grin, “You’re as much of a drain as Leviathan and a one dimensional, listless bastard as Satan. You were always good at following the others, after all.
“You hold onto the past and let it tear you up inside and you eat to fill the emptiness for a little bit, but you’ll never be whole, Bumble Bee.” The nickname made his heart ache. “You’re an empty hole that’ll never be filled just like Asmodeus, and the same way you followed Lucifer into Hell, you’ll follow anyone because you don’t think for yourself and you're slow as fuck. If you weren’t a shadow or up Belphegor’s ass, you’d be nothing, and it’s sad you’ve never realized this. You think you’re kind and compassionate? You’re a dumbass that follows the leader, let’s not dress it up as something else.” You pulled out your ace. You didn’t care what would happen to you. After everything that happened, you’d sure as hell take someone down with you.
“Can we talk about Lilith? You should really stop blaming yourself. What else could you have done? I thought that it wasn’t your fault, but the second time you let someone be killed in front of you I started to notice a pattern. When it was my life on the line, you chose your twin—you always choose that trash in the end.”
You knew that your words should’ve gotten you killed, but your powers were too strong as your words penetrated their minds and nestled in deep. “Just admit it, Bumble. You don’t care about anyone else but keeping him alive even if he’s a genocidal maniac. It’s not sibling love, but dependency because you’re too afraid to live for yourself. No matter who it is, or what stake, you’ll always choose him. I did everything I could to help him for you. You cared so much and were hurting and I…” Your eyes got a little glassy and you paused to stare him down. “I wanted to help you forgive yourself, but you never should. You should live with your decisions for the rest of your shitty life and let the regret eat you from the inside out. I hope that at the end there'll be nothing left of you.”
You stood still for a moment before turning. There were no more smiles, but a burning ice in your veins. Violence hadn’t been your first instinct for so long, but gazing at Belphegor’s neck, it looked so scrawny and you could practically feel the bones breaking in your hands. “Belphegor.” You could feel the rage rolling from him in waves. He would have your life for what you said to his twin, but not if you had his first.
“Did you really think it was over?” You wanted to kick him, to crush his throat, to rip every strand of hair from his head, but that could wait. “What was it about you that made me want to help you? You had his eyes so I trusted you. I shouldn't have been so sentimental.” You gazed at him wistfully, but a chill ran down his spine. “Do you really believe I ever forgave you? Every time you hugged me, I wanted to throw up. When I was alone with you, I felt your hands around my neck and I was fighting as hard as I could, but no one came to help me. It took so long to die. I tried so hard but that meant nothing in the end. I felt myself die and everyone just watched. Surrounded by people, but I was all alone.”
They thought you had forgotten. This timeline’s MC had died, so those shouldn’t have been your memories! It should’ve been a clean slate. They stupidly forgot that if you remembered the good times pre death, how could you not remember the most traumatic event of your life? Your throat was growing tight, and you unconsciously touched you neck, “I can still feel your hands. I can feel the blood vessels bursting in my neck and eyes. You were the last thing I saw as I died, and to the end I was wondering what I did wrong. 'How did I make you turn on me? Did I offend you? I thought I had been helping.'
“But it’s okay, Belphegor. I got a second chance to see where I went wrong and I can see that you were always a greasy bastard so caught up in the past and your survivor's remorse sister complex. I wish God had wiped you out of existence before you even landed. You wanted to end humanity, but you should’ve started with yourself. The problem was always with you. Always you. Blaming your problems on others, you even blamed Beelzebub for saving your sorry ass and I hate that he saved you too. Meeting you was the worst thing that ever happened to me, and I wish I had listened to that arrogant bitch about the stairs, but you should know better than anyone that we can’t go back. We deal with the present.
“Do you think Lilith is proud of you?” his eyes were wild, silently screaming to stop talking, but you continued. “I’ve felt her since my first day here.” You said, and that was the truth. You had never been alone when you arrived, but her form was not enough to interfere or protect you. “She had always been watching you all… She saw everything but loved you anyway.” You were looking him in the eyes and the anger turned to pity at his foolishness, “She. Saw. Everything. She was there when you killed me, and she’s been angry with you ever since. When you fell from Heaven, you fell somewhere too low to reach. You’re irredeemable and I wash my hands of you."
You huffed and softly shook your head like a disappointed parent. “Just do one last thing for me, Belphegor." You looked at him now and he recognized that expression. After a long day of coddling the brothers, you would be emotionally drained but he still sucked every drop of attention you had to offer until you had nothing left to give.
"Close your eyes."
His eyes closed immediately.
“Now, fall into a never-ending nightmare where you’ll feel everything I felt."
You didn't second guess yourself.
"Die then revive and die again—"
He deserved far worse.
"staring up at your own face killing you.”
He was lucky you would let him live.
Beelzebub would’ve yelled out, he would’ve ran to catch his brother from falling to the floor in a heap, but he couldn’t do anything for anyone. Belphegor began to twitch and squirm on the floor, then he started to convulse and buck as if trying to throw someone off of him. His hands desperately clawed at his neck, trying to pry something off —perhaps a pair of hands that had a bone-crushing grip on his windpipe?— but he only tore into his own flesh, drawing bright red gashes. He wheezed, and you could see his chest desperately rising and falling as he choked down shallow breaths until his chest couldn’t rise any more. He fell limp for a few moments, and then reanimated again where he started the horrible cycle all over again. Seeing that your work was done, you turned to the last event.
“Lucifer,” you called softly to him like you did before entering his office, “Have you thought about what you’ve done? No, I’m not talking about the lies and the imprisonment. I’m talking about the threats and the violence and everything you’ve ever done to the first human in your care.” His mouth stayed sealed, and you smiled at the back of his head that was facing you.
Then, you raised a foot and stumped his head further into the floor.
One.
“You always acted like you were better than everyone else.”
Two.
“Because you felt like you were the lowest.”
Three.
“There’s a limit to how much you can fake it, Lucifer.”
Four.
“Everyone can see you for what you are.”
Five.
“An angel fallen from glory desperately clinging to a pride he doesn’t have.”
The violence made you feel a little better, but it didn’t help. You could never change a demon and he would never understand how much he hurt you. “Look at me, Lucifer.” He groggily raised his head and although the fight left his eyes, he was still alert and aware, and his body awaited your command. A brilliant red spread from his broken nose and across his face. How the mighty had fallen. “You hated me from day one and it’s always been mutual. You’re a pompous bitch who thinks he can micromanage everyone around him, and be the pinnacle of perfection we should all strive to emulate, but don't delude yourself, the only thing you can be proud of is your place at Diavolo’s feet. You went from being a lapdog for one master to another, and you don’t even see it. Maybe you’re not that smart after all.” You tilted your head quizzically. “I hate everything about you because you’re every trait I’ve ever seen in an abuser back in the human world. Mammon takes, and Leviathan manipulates, Satan rages and hurts, and Asmodeus tries to destroy people from the inside, and Beelzebub betrays, and Belphegor should’ve been destroyed so many times over.
“And you think you run a tight ship? You think you have the right to fucking discipline me, but you can’t even control your damn family! Everything was falling apart, Lucifer. Everyone hated each other and themselves, and everything was on the brink of imploding because you were too incompetent to keep your little brothers in check. One wanted to destroy humanity and you were too much of a pushover bitch that you couldn't give him a spanking—just sent him to his room and called it a fucking day. Excellent parenting, by the way! No wonder the others are goddamned tragedies: They're true testaments to your capabilities as a leader." You hissed through your teeth and looked down at him like an insect too much of a pain to even crush underfoot.
"You’re not superior, reliable or the most capable person in the room. You’re a wine mom trainwreck that’s trying to prettify the disaster that is your life. You're a fucking mess—a walking moral story to never be like you. Never in my life have I ever seen someone ruin everything they fucking touch! In this, you're truly superior." You clapped mockingly. "I may be a human, but you’re a disgrace, and unlike me, you don’t have the capacity to change. Stay bitter and twisted for all of eternity, you melancholic bitch. Every time you look in the mirror see all of the ways you failed everyone you ever cared about. Remember that human who almost trusted you and died for it.”
You stepped back and finally exhaled. Anxiety and self-doubt fell from your shoulders. Every way you thought you were undeserving of love was untrue, and you thanked whatever power was out there that you realized it before something irreversible happened. You had been teetering on the edge of oblivion for so long, and tonight may have been the night you ended it all. Checking your phone may have been the thing that brought you back. You chuckled and tilted your head back with your eyes closed. It wasn’t raining but you felt refreshed. “I wasted so much time here stressing over things that never mattered. Killing myself for nothing.” You sighed again and rolled your shoulders, already thinking of plans for the future. You had far too much to catch up on!
But first…You turned on Mammon once again, “Mammon, retrieve my grandmother’s ring in pristine condition. The same way you found it when you stole it from me. I don’t care if you have to lie, cheat, steal, kill or debase yourself in anyway—I want my fucking ring.” Your lips curled, “Even if you have to humiliate yourself, preferably with video evidence, do what needs to be done to get it back.” His face paled and lips trembled pathetically. You weren’t doing anything worse than what Lucifer would’ve done. Honestly, he should be grateful to have such a kind master.
“You have five minutes.” His wings were already ripping from his back and propelling him in the air. “Oh, and Mammon,” he looked to you, and you lifted the corners of your lips with your fingers mockingly, “Do it with a smile!” His mouth contorted into the pained open-mouthed grin of someone trying to hold back tears. You waved him off and turned around to see Danielle standing behind you.
“Oh! Ah… You saw all of that, huh?” You asked sheepishly. Danielle stepped towards you until you were as close as you two had been when she tried to press you back outside, so close you could almost hear her heartbeat pounding in her chest. “I didn’t want to scare you.”
“You didn’t, though!” She was reaching for your hands and taking them in her own. Her hands were so small and soft and a loneliness you had tried to ignore for months hit you at once. When was the last time you felt such warmth? Even holding another’s hand was now foreign territory and your hands shook with nerves. “I told you I was on your side, MC.” She affirmed like you should’ve never doubted her. “I don’t know all that happened, and I won't pretend to, but did they…were you…” She didn’t know if she even wanted to know, but it would explain so much! The fear and the panic attacks and the signs of PTSD were so familiar to her. She had witnessed similar symptoms from abuse survivors, and she had done her best to not isolate you, but then it came to the point that she had to avoid you for your own safety. She took a quivering breath, not aware that her hands held your own tighter and that she was shaking.
“It’s in the past, Danielle.” You squeezed her hands back and released them, drawing away from her as she desperately wanted to reach out and take your hands again.
“I’m leaving. I don’t know where I’m going, but forget about me, okay?” She was about to argue, but your smile and the tender hurt in your eyes silenced her. “You make everything better just by being. Stay here and be happy." You nodded your head affirming your beliefs, "You deserve to be happy.”
“But where are you going? I can go with you!” She was leaning into you, wanting to invade your space, but holding herself back. You tucked a loose stand of silky hair behind her ear and slipped away before she could grab you and never let go. “For now, just forget I was ever here. I want to disappear, but on my own terms.” You began walking to the room that was never yours and she followed after. You two had left the six remaining demons to kneel in the common room completely forgotten.
Slinging your bag over your shoulder, a strangled whine left her throat. You had already packed! You had planned to leave from the start. “If you don’t feel safe here, just tell me or Diavolo or literally anyone else and we’ll take you somewhere safe.” You looked at her with concern, “Do you feel unsafe here, Danielle?” She couldn’t lie. She knew that things were fine for her here, and she couldn’t lie to you just to follow along. She could tell you needed to be away from everything that reminded you of the pain, and that may have included her.
“I’ll be okay, but I won’t forget you and you can’t forget me.” She commanded and you laughed. You both returned to the common room where Mammon was already waiting with the others. He was out of breath and covered in foliage and sweat, but he had made it in time. Extending a hand, he placed your ring into your waiting palm and you turned your back on him without even a glance. Danielle watched you examine the ring and put it on your finger to admire. Your guard lowered the slightest bit as you gazed at the precious keepsake, and she fought the urge to reach out to you. She didn't want to ruin this moment of peace for you.
Soon, you looked up at her refreshed and ready to depart. “If we had met in the human world, I would’ve been drawn to you, y'know?" Your expression became bashful. "I really would've wanted to be your friend.” You said and that only made her sadder. “I wish we could’ve been friends.” She balked at that. “W-we still can be!” You looked at her carefully and then nodded. “Yeah... Yeah, you're right! I still have your number and you have mine.” An easy smile was on your lips as you were once again thinking of the future. “When I get to where I’m going, can I text you?” “You better call!” You both giggled and for a moment, things felt normal.
It was so nice to finally talk to her, but now that you could you were at a loss at what to say. All you wanted to do was open your mouth and let everything spill out.
“I… Danielle, I’ve died every day since being here. Things were so good for a time if I just forgot everything that happened to me and forgave it all, but I was killing myself to make others happy and I don’t want to die again.” Your eyes were glossy with unshed tears, and you tried to sniffle without her hearing. You could read her thoughts and stepped back before she could advance, “Please don’t. If you hug me, I really might break down.” She held her arms to her sides and tried to look composed. She wouldn’t make you cry.
“Promise to call me and I won’t.”
You sniffled and burst out laughing. “Okay, I promise.”
You stood around and smiled at each other while Belphegor spasmed beside you. Her eyes dropped to his form, annoyed that he was ruining her moment before your left.
“What are you going to do about them?” She pointed at him, but you were already walking to the front door. Turning back, you cast a glance at the wreckage you caused: the room that a literal twister had gone through, the blood and bruises and the broken bones and the demon trapped in a nightmare of his own design.
You smiled a devil may care grin, “That's not my problem anymore!” and shut the door behind you.
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You were on autopilot tonight. Your steps felt feather light against the cobblestone that once marked impending doom, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves around you and filled your lungs with fresh air. This time, you were leaving the House of Lamentation with no intentions of returning and the taste of freedom was sweet on your tongue.
You trusted your instincts to guide your way and found yourself at the gates of the castle. The iron gates stood tall and foreboding before you, but they opened before you could even stop and consider your options. A svelte silhouette stood beneath the moonlight, pressed uniform catching the light in his polished buttons and buckles. “Welcome MC, it’s a little late for a stroll, isn’t it?”
Another elegant figure stood beside the first, clothes and shawl glowing faintly from a fine material out of this world. Posture relaxed yet regal while the other was perfectly poised, they both felt familiar and safe to you. “Right on time! We were on our way to retrieve you, but you came to us.”
Stepping forward you grasped the outstretched hands waiting for your own, and left the shadows behind.
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To be continued~
Hey hey hey~ that line about fixing problems and being given ammo? Totally took that from @romancedeldiablo when we were chatting 😘
warnings: death, seggsual jokes😏, mc bein a true chad, they could be possibly ooc
there was an attack. an unpredictable one, where mc had been cornered on an unsuspecting street. a demon— a hungry and vicious one at that— had taken one look at them and lunged at them. the demon left gashes and teeth marks all over their body, but bolted before they could finish the job; the ominous footsteps approaching the scene had scared them into not finishing their meal.
MC is left bleeding out, laying on the cool cobblestone within the alleyway. one cough spews blood into the air, causing MC to slightly choke on the crimson liquid pooling in the back of their throat. their hearing fades in and out, as does their vision; the sight of the dark sky has frayed edges like a burnt photograph.
so this is it, they think to themselves.
muffled screams, the sound as if their head was underwater. the voice is one they recognize, a voice they’ve grown fond of.
he rushes over, dropping to his knees next to them. he had a feeling something would happen, but not even his gut instincts could prepare him for such a sight.
lucifer
- lucifer tries to keep calm, panic never helped a dying man. but there’s so much blood, is there a way to save them right now? his mind was racing a mile a minute, questions whirring past without answers.
- “lucifer,” MC coughs, blood dribbling from their lips, “there’s something i must tell you.”
- lucifer is quick to try and silence them,“MC you shouldn’t be wasting your breath-“
- “no, listen to me,” MC strains weakly, “lucifer i…i know you don’t wash your ass in the shower.”
- he’s taken aback by their comment. he almost doesn’t know what to say, they’re dying and now they’re talking about him washing his-
- “wha-“ he tries to speak, but they cut him off.
- “w-wash your ass, gross musty demon boy…”
- their pulse can no longer be found. and neither can lucifer’s dignity.
- when lucifer returns to the house of lamentation in a gloom and breaks the news to his brothers, all of them are devasted; completely broken.
- “lucifer, d-did they have any last words?” satan asks, trying to keep his voice steady.
- lucifer’s face darkens as he lowers his head, a red tint across his cheeks. he doesn’t dare answer.
- “lucifer? tell me what they said.” satan urges.
- “….”
- satan is beginning to lose his patience, gritting his teeth, “what did they say?!”
- there is no way lucifer can actually tell them, but he knows they won’t stop asking until he reveals the truth. he’s conflicted.
- meanwhile, MC watches from beyond stifling a laugh. will lucifer ever be able to pass on their last message? they may have to spend eternity watching to see.
mammon
**i sent this one to @obeythebutler already but i wanna use it again because i can’t stop laughing at it**
- his human? that's his human? bleeding out in the alleyway? it doesn't feel real, this can't be real.
- words are flying out of his mouth faster than he can comprehend them. chants of their name, pleas for them to stay alive, stutters of disbelief. he wonders if he'd be able to get them human medical services in time, there's no way he's letting them die here! they're not dying on his watch.
-mammon's state of denial as he cradles their head in his lap almost causes him to miss their quiet voice. he gasps, straining to hold back his sob as he looks down at them.
- "mammon...i have something to say, before i-"
- "no MC don't talk! you'll choke-- oh god, it's so big! h-how-"
- MC cuts his ramblings short by calling his name. he instantly stops, his lip quivering and tears running down his cheeks. they cough, splatters of blood landing on their chin. and then, they smile.
- "that's what she said."
- the color fades from their eyes. the smile slowly falls, the muscles in their body in full relaxation. they're gone.
- mammon can feel a laugh bubbling in his esophagus, but what comes out is a mix of a sob and chuckle. they're dead, but even when dying they were funny. how unfortunate.
- mammon goes back to the house of lamentation that night, absolutely heartbroken. the moment keeps replaying in his mind, and the more he remembers it, the harder he cries. but a wobbly smile somehow always makes it's way onto his face at the killer delivery.
- he explains to his brothers what happened, violent sobs racking his body. the brothers are speechless, each of them processing the news in different ways. lucifer, as much as he wants to scold mammon and hang him by his feet, he simply asks if they had any last words.
- "t-they said...that's what she said!" mammon wails.
- belphie, who was trying to muffle his cries, instantly starts snickering. goddamnit, MC, he thinks.
- they watch from beyond, laughing at belphie's conflicted state. at least they left them with a lasting memory of how goated they are.
levi
- the rare time levi leaves his room, just to have his vision filled with the sight of MC's bloody body. no amount of video games could prepare him for this.
- he's almost scared to touch them, like contact from him would make it worse. the tears fall from his eyes before he can attempt to stop them. he's frozen. what is he supposed to do? they're dying!
- his eyes spot the giant gash on their stomach, causing the color to drain from his already pale face. this is a lot more than what ruri-chan bandaids can fix.
- "levi..." they cough, springing levi from his thoughts.
- "y-yes MC! i'm right here, i-it's gonna be okay!"
"levi...find candice." they weakly say.
- "c-candice? who's candice?" he asks with a watery voice.
- levi doesn't leave his room hOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHO CANDICE IS??
- "f-find...candice." they repeat with a cough.
- "w-who's candice?!" he asks again, a bit frantic.
- "candice...weiner fit in your mouth." MC smiles, a chuckle taking up their last breath.
- levi sits there speechless, from both disbelief and disgust. he can't believe such a lame joke could be their last words, but at the same time he's ashamed he fell for it.
- his tears fall onto their cold skin like a light rain shower and his cheeks burn. how is he supposed to explain this to his brothers? it's both devastating and embarrassing!
- MC watches from beyond, a slight smirk sitting on their lips. they beat him at his own meme game. a victorious day indeed.
satan
- he's gonna rip them to shreds. whoever did this is not living to see another day. they did this to them...
- satan's wrath was boiling, rising to the surface. he holds MC in his arms, their cold body only making his heat to intense temperatures. he almost doesn't know what to say. there's nothing he could say to make this any better.
- he wracks his brain for any spells he remembers that can rapidly heal someone, but he struggles to remember the ingredients and incantations in his panicked state.
- "satan...it's okay." MC smiles weakly.
- "no! no, MC, this isn't okay at all!" he exclaims.
- he grits his teeth, trying to maintain his composure in front of them. his anger won't help right now, he knows this.
- "i'm gonna die. it's okay, satan."
- "how can you say that?" he practically whispers, a lump building in his throat.
- "listen please. i...need to say something." MC pleads with a cough.
- "stop...talking. please." satan screws his eyes shut, his cries being ignored.
- “i love you, satan. you...and you’re tiny peepee”
- his eyes fly open. they said what?
- they stop moving, their breath no longer able to be felt. satan feels so conflicted; on the one hand he feels completely devastated. on the other, he feels anger towards the demon who did this to them. and on the other other hand he feels offended that they called his dick small.
- the tears continue streaming down his face as he deadpans. that's not what you said last night, he thinks. he quickly shakes his head, no they just died! but my dick isn't small! goddamn you, MC.
- MC watches from beyond cackling. they can only imagine the thoughts going through satan's mind, they can practically hear them all.
asmo
- asmo has never run so fast. he was instantly by their side, shaky hands careful when touching them. his new nail polish color was eerily similar to the color of their blood.
- asmo had found himself rendered speechless around them a couple times, but none of those memories could compare to this one. he always said red was their color, but now he couldn't stand the sight of it.
- "oh MC! oh my god, what happened? w-what do i do?!" asmo's questions were rapid firing, before quickly coming to a halt.
- MC's quiet, straining voice reaches his ears, "a-asmo, unlock my D.D.D."
- asmo's eyes widen, his hands quickly reaching for their D.D.D, "oh yes! let's call lucifer, he can get human medical service-"
- when asmo unlocks the device, his frantic speech is cut off by the loud techno of a song. he freezes. what's going on? why is this song playing? and why can't he turn it off? THERE'S AN EMERGENCY WHAT'S GOING ON-
- "MC i-i can't turn off the-"
- "we're no strangers to loooove, you know the rules, and so do iii~" two voices sing from a small distance behind asmo.
- asmo's head darts to the opening of the alleyway expecting to see the owners of the voices. they sounded oddly familiar. he watches the shadows grow on the cobblestone, but before he can see anyone appear, he feels a weak hand on his cheek.
- he turns back to MC, the tears in his eyes making it very hard to see them. their voice fills his ears, but he doesn't really know how to feel about it.
- "never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, n-never gonna run around and...desert you..." they sing, their eyes slowly closing.
- their hand drops from his face, the cold feeling of their skin leaving his cheek. he sobs; he can't believe they're gone. in utter disbelief and immense grief, he hears the two voices from earlier grow closer. he turns his head towards them and his eyes widen at who it is.
- "never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna-- woah woah asmo what happened?" solomon asks, looking down at MC.
- "they're dead! and this stupid song hasn't stopped playing!" asmo wails, gesturing to the discarded D.D.D
- "oh my goodness, stay here asmo! we'll grab human medical services!" simeon exclaims before he and solomon run out of the alleyway.
- the song finally stops playing for some reason, leaving asmo to grieve in silence. his sobs fill the air as he pulls MC's lifeless body closer. he can't believe they're gone...at least the song stopped, though
- or so he thought. another song plays instead, the techno once again filling the air.
- "i just died in your arms tonight~"
- asmo starts wailing even louder
- meanwhile, from beyond MC struggles to hold in their laughter. they didn't necessarily mean for that song to play, but the irony was too rich.
beel
- no. no, not again. oh god, not again!
- those are the only thoughts running through beel's head when he finds them. his vision narrows and all he can see is MC and the blood pooling around them. please, not them! not another, he thinks.
- his hands immediately start applying pressure to the biggest gash on their body as he frantically asks them what happened. a conflict in his mind of wanting to hear their voice, but not wanting them to speak and instead save their breath. the questioned slipped out his mouth before he could finish processing it.
- "i-it was ligma, beel." they reply weakly.
- ligma? were they a new student at R.A.D? he's surely never heard of them. beel shakes his head, those thoughts don't matter right now.
- "d-don't speak anymore! save your breath MC!" beel frantically exclaims, seeing the blood continuing to spill through the cracks in his fingers.
- "it was ligma." they repeat, coughing up blood.
- "ligma?" he asks, assuming the name is important.
- "yeah, l-ligma...ligma balls." MC practically whispers, their last breath stolen with the wind.
- "MC? MC! no, please no!" beel cries.
- their last words struggle to process in his brain. ligma balls...whoever they are, they won't go unpunished.
- for the first time that beel can recall, he's not hungry; not in the slightest. the grief swimming in his stomach has consumed every square inch. ligma balls, you won't get away with this.
- from beyond, MC watches with a smile of amusement. they know beel would be a bit too dense for the joke, so they look forward to seeing what events will take place due to the mysterious ligma balls
belphie
- he must be dreaming. yes, that must be it. another nightmare, but this time about MC and not lilith. yes, it's all a nightmare.
- but if it's a nightmare, how come he can clearly feel the silkiness of their hair, and the blood coating his hands when he tries applying pressure to the large gash on their chest. no nightmare could feel this real, out of every one he's ever had, it's never been so surreal.
- the disbelief makes his mind spiral, blaming himself again for yet another death. if he would've went with them tonight then he could've protected them, and he wouldn't have to sit here with this annoying lump in his throat.
- only one thought in his mind remains a constant; vengeance.
- "w-who did this to you?" he asks shakily.
- "belphie it was-" they pause, coughing up blood, "it was joe."
- a name. belphie can feel his hands shaking, but he can't tell if it's from his anger or his panic.
- "WHO'S JOE? I'LL KILL THEM-" belphie grits his teeth, but they cut him off.
- "joe mama..." MC says, breathless.
- the rise and fall of their chest stops, water droplets mixing with the blood splattered on their face.
- belphie's shoulders shake, his sobs mixing with a silent laugh. what kind of person makes a joe mama joke while they're dying? MC, apparently. he can't tell if he's more impressed that they pulled off the joke or pissed that he fell for it.
- damn MC, what a chad. you'll be dearly missed.
- they watch from beyond with a smirk, they finally fuckin got him. if the circumstances were different, MC would be rubbing it in his face.
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