I'm Ioana and I am a fan fiction writer for the game Obey me! Shall we date?
(May or may not post other obey me stuff but a writer mostly!)
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I'm open to writing:
(anything from below can be requested!)
•any kind of headcanons, fics or scenarios
•NSFW
•SFW
•FLUFF
•ANGST
(Or whatever it is tbh)
•Any character from the game Obey me! Shall we date? (OM or NB can be requested)
•GN!MC (if not requested Fem or Male)
•Shipping the characters is okay but I won't write ships between the brothers!
Requests:
Requests are open until further notice.
I will gladly accept any requests you guys might have and I will try to write them whenever I can! (I would love extra ideas because it's easy to run out)
Mammon x Kara(OC)— SFW/NSFW Relationship Headcanons
Requested by: @birdgirl98
OC – @birdgirl98
SFW/NSFW
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SFW
1. He’s a clingy mess in private—especially in bed.
Mammon becomes a heat-seeking missile the second you're lying down together. He wraps himself around you like a blanket and won’t let go. His favorite sleeping position? Face smushed into your shoulder, legs tangled, mumbling half-asleep praise like “you’re so warm,” or “don’t move, I sleep better like this.”
2. You’re his peace.
You don’t yell. You don’t judge. You let him ramble, panic, and flail—and then you just… sit with him, hand on his, gaze steady. It grounds him in a way nothing else does. You’re quiet, and he never realized how much he needed quiet until he met you.
3. He pretends to be cocky in public, but in private, he worships you.
To others, he’s The Great Mammon, bragging loudly about his “angelic girlfriend with freaky eyes and sickle skills.” But alone, he softens. He holds your hand like it’s sacred. Kisses your scars without comment. Calls you “his miracle” when he thinks you're asleep.
4. He brings you little treasures like a crow.
A pretty coin. A glowing stone. A weird, ancient trinket he probably shouldn’t have taken. “It reminded me of you,” he says casually, like his ears aren’t turning red. You keep every single one.
5. He watches you journal like it’s a sacred ritual.
You writing in your notebook, soft braid falling over one shoulder, brow slightly furrowed? Yeah. He’s obsessed. He won’t disturb you, but he will rest his head in your lap and stare at you like you’re art.
6. He loves how independent you are—but also hates it.
You don’t need him. You’re strong, capable, composed. It drives him crazy in the best way. But sometimes he gets pouty. “I can help, y’know. I’m good for more than just being pretty and reckless.” You reward that honesty with kisses. It helps.
7. He learned how to braid hair—just for you.
He messes it up the first five times. Then he gets good at it. It becomes a morning ritual when you’re staying in his room—his fingers gentle, his voice low. “Turn your head a bit—yeah, just like that.”
NSFW Headcanons below the cut
NSFW
1. Mammon lives to hear you beg.
You, usually composed and stoic, coming undone beneath him? It's his personal religion. He’ll go slow on purpose—kisses dragging down your body, fingertips teasing your inner thighs, tongue hovering just close enough but not touching—until you're gasping his name, hips twitching. And then he smirks, lowers his voice, and says, “Say please, baby. I wanna hear you fall apart for me.”
2. He's messy with his mouth—and obsessive with your taste.
When he’s between your legs, it’s not just about making you come (though he’ll gladly do it over and over again). It’s about worship. Mammon eats you out like he’s starving, groaning into you, licking up every bit of slick with an eagerness that’s downright filthy. He’ll lap at your clit until your legs are shaking, then slide two fingers in deep just to hear how wet you’ve gotten for him. “Fuck, you taste so good—this all for me, Kara?”
3. He has a possessive streak—and it shows in bed.
If someone flirted with you earlier, or if you so much as looked too good walking into a room? He’s dragging you back to his room, slamming the door, and showing you exactly who you belong to. He'll take you hard—gripping your hips, biting your shoulder, moaning praise into your ear between deep, desperate thrusts. “Say my name again. Louder. I want the whole damn House to know who’s fucking you.”
4. You dom him once—and he’s never the same.
You pin him down, ride him slow and deep, and hold eye contact while whispering things like “You like being used, don’t you?” and he completely breaks. Hands gripping the sheets, back arching, begging for more while trying not to finish too soon. He’d never admit it out loud, but he comes so hard he sees stars—and then clings to you like his life depends on it.
5. He comes fast the first round, but recovers insanely quick.
Mammon’s not shy about how hot you make him. First round? He’s moaning and twitching, face buried in your neck, hips bucking wildly until he finishes embarrassingly fast. But give him two minutes, and he’s back between your thighs, cock hard again, grinning. “Round two, angel. Gotta make up for that.
6. His favorite position is anything that lets him watch you fall apart.
Missionary, with your legs over his shoulders? Obsessed. Bent over in front of him, mirrors nearby? Can’t get enough. But riding him while your glowing eye locks with his and you whisper filthy things while squeezing around him? He’s feral. He’ll grab your hips and fuck up into you until you’re both ruined.
7. He craves your power.
When your left eye glows or your curse lashes through your body, he doesn't flinch—he leans in. He wants to feel it spark against his skin, wants to fuck you through it, with it. When your body tenses under him and a jolt of power leaves your fingertips on his chest, it drives him wild. “Holy fuck—do that again. Shock me while I’m inside you. Come on, angel—burn me up.”
8. He marks you. Every time.
Neck. Thighs. Breasts. Inner wrists. He’s leaving dark bruises and bite marks wherever he can. You in the aftermath, sore and covered in signs of him? That’s his favorite sight in the world. He’ll trace the bruises with lazy fingers afterward, whispering, “Still mine, yeah?”
9. He wants to be wrecked by you.
Some nights, he’ll crawl into your lap, desperate and flushed, grinding against you like he can’t think. When you pull him apart with your mouth, hands, thighs—he just melts. He moans into your touch like it’s the only language he knows, and afterward, he clings to you while you stroke his hair, shivering with every praise you whisper.
10. He’s addicted to afterglow cuddles.
Even if you're both sticky, breathless, and exhausted—he needs to hold you after. His head on your chest, your fingers in his hair, soft kisses between half-conscious confessions like, “I fuckin’ love you, Kara… swear you’re gonna ruin me.”
Could I request Lucifer relationship headcanons with a cursed human female reader? Sfw and nsfw, please and thank you!
So so so so sorry for the wait! I haven't really got an excuse so I'll just shut up.
Lucifer X cursed fem!reader SFW & NSFW
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Cursed MC
Everything was normal, everything was fine, no one could've suspected anything... Until one reckless night when you stumbled upon a forbidden book in the locked section of the library (how you got there? Well you're friends with the most powerful demons in existence? You can get under their skin with just looking at them. It's safe to say someone let you in.) The curse meant to trap demons but accidentally tethered to you instead. Now, every so often, your body reacts unpredictably: sudden chills, painful visions, or weakness that no medicine can cure. The curse is a constant reminder of the otherworldly forces that now weave through your very soul.
Of course it wasn't permanent. But it was long enough to bother you constantly and trouble a certain eldest. (Good thing he loves you or he'd laugh at every unpredicted slip of your legs. He is a sadist after all.)
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SFW
You almost tripped on the cracked pavement again, your cursed body betraying you at the worst moments. Lucifer was already watching, his arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips.
“Careful, darling. Wouldn’t want you to trip over your own feet… again,” he teased, voice dripping with playful disdain.
You stuck out your tongue at him, annoyed but secretly glad for his presence. The curse wasn’t easy to bear, but his sharp wit always brought a moment of lightness.
Later, when the curse’s weight pressed heavily on you, Lucifer sat beside you in silence. His hand found yours, thumb tracing gentle circles, grounding you.
“You’re far more fascinating than you realize,” he said softly, voice low and sincere.
For once, the cold shadow of your curse felt less heavy—because Lucifer’s steady presence was a warmth you could hold onto.
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You hated being so vulnerable, but Lucifer’s grip on your arm was firm and reassuring as you walked through the bustling streets of Devildom.
“No one is to get near you,” he said sharply, scanning the crowd. “Especially with that curse hanging over you.”
His usual pride and teasing gave way to something fierce—an unshakable protectiveness that wrapped around you like armor.
You looked up at him, surprised by the tenderness behind his sharp gaze.
“You don’t have to face this alone,” he whispered, squeezing your hand. “I’ll be your shield.”
For a moment, the curse felt like less of a curse—not because it was gone, but because Lucifer stood beside you, unyielding and constant.
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NSFW
Your curse flared suddenly—a sharp, burning pain that twisted through your skin. You gasped, clutching the affected spot as chills raced down your spine. It traveled all over your body. Grazing your skin, making you shiver. It reached low in your belly, creating an uninvited sensation.
When Lucifer noticed the slight furrow of your brow and your shallow breathing his eyes darkened, instantly alert and commanding. And smug as hell. He was the one who got to satisfy you after all.
“Stay still,” he murmured, his warm hands reaching for you, caressing your waist, your hips, your thighs, his touch was soothing yet it made you crave more. Stupid stupid curse.
You leaned into him, heart pounding. His fingertips spread heat through your body, chasing away the cold bite of the curse. You could feel his breath grazing your neck which made you shiver. The curse didn't stand a chance against the avatar of pride.
His lips brushed your neck, then your collarbone, whispering sweet, yet meaningful words, low and possessive into your ear. “You’re mine—cursed or not. And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”
The tension between your torment and his touch became an intoxicating dance, the curse fading under his dominance. But even if the curse had subsided the fire in you hadn't. And let's not talk about the fire you lit in Lucifer. Evidence of which was very obviously pressing against the inside of your thigh moments later.
Lucifer’s fingers trailed teasingly along your sides, reaching sinful places you wouldn't let just anyone touch. You could feel the burn of his fingers on the back of your thighs, squeezing slightly as he left a hot, open mouthed kiss bellow your ear
“You know,” he purred, voice low and dangerous, “your curse makes you dangerously irresistible.”
You smirked despite the fire licking your skin, feeling the thrill of his touch mingling with the curse’s strange power.
In the heat of the moment, Lucifer took control, leading you to the closest surface whether it was a bed, a desk or the wall. It didn't matter. He took you hands, threading your fingers with his only to bring your hands over your head so he could have more freedom over your body. Slowly he began undressing you. Popping buttons and pushing fabrics... You could hear the soft thum of fabric hitting the floor. Through half lidded eyes you could see the dangerous spark in Lucifer's eyes and the slight tip of his lips.
“You’re more powerful than you think,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “And I’m going to show you just how much.”
The line between pain and pleasure blurred deliciously as he claimed you fully, showing you heights you've never seen before. Making you feel sensations only Lucifer himself can bring out in you. He let your power shine. But never let you take the lead. He is the avatar of pride after all. Bottoming in bed was never his thing. Though you can get him to do it. And he'd oblige happily but not tonight, MC.
Obey me brothers' ages if they were humans (in my opinion)
I saw some wild guesses on Reddit that made my toes curl so I decided to make my own.
(If you do not agree with this that's totally fine. This is just my point of view.)
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Lucifer - 33. He’s old enough to be respected, but young enough to still roll his eyes at his brothers’ nonsense. Someone on Reddit said he was 50 — like… no. Yes, he’s mature, but he does not give off “father of fully grown kids who just discovered Facebook” energy. If he were 50, that’d make Mammon 45-ish or something, and there is no way that chaotic gremlin energy is coming from a middle-aged man with a mortgage. On the other side, someone else said 26. Guys, 26?! That’s barely out of university — still Googling “how to do taxes” and eating cereal for dinner. That’s way too young for the man who helps run the Devildom as Diavolo's right hand man. Lucifer screams burnt out oldest sibling in his early 30s, and that’s exactly what he is.
The rest of the brothers under the cut
Mammon - 28 He’s got that “I swear I’m an adult” energy, but you just watched him spend his entire paycheck on sneakers and then ask Lucifer for a loan. 28 is perfect — he’s old enough to know better, but still makes the kind of decisions that have consequences he pretends not to see. Someone tried to put him at 40+ and I nearly fell out of my chair. (Yes he does give off uncle energy but he isn't an uncle!) That’s not the vibe. Mammon is chaos, but with experience — like he’s been the family screw-up for years and has no plans to change that anytime soon. 28 lets him still act like a disaster while technically being a full-grown adult. He’s your lovable mess of a big brother who drives a nice car but definitely has no idea how insurance works.
Levi - 26 Levi is deep in his introvert-gamer-anime-fanboy arc, and 26 fits him perfectly. He’s that adult who has a fully decked-out streaming setup, sleeps at 4am, and owns more figures than pieces of furniture. He’s old enough to pay for a Crunchyroll subscription and feel guilty about it. Anyone putting Levi under 20 is forgetting how cynical and self-aware he is. He’s not a clueless teen — he’s a grown man who just happens to panic every time someone talks to him IRL. 26 gives him enough life experience to be bitter, but still young enough to live in his own little otaku bubble. He calls himself a “shut-in” but somehow always has the latest merch drop.
Satan - 25 Satan’s got that “I read Dostoevsky at brunch and then got into a fistfight with my brother before dinner” energy. 25 is ideal — he’s young, sharp, and constantly teetering between sophisticated intellectual and rage-fueled gremlin. He’s the guy who corrects your grammar in an argument and then throws a chair two seconds later. Too young and he loses that smug, well-read edge. Too old and the petty fury starts to feel less "fiery youth" and more "grumpy professor." At 25, he’s got a bookshelf full of classic literature, a temper problem he swears he’s working on, and probably got kicked out of a book club once for being “too passionate.”
Asmo - 23 Asmo is thriving in his early twenties. He’s the kind of guy who has a perfectly curated skincare routine, a rotating lineup of dating apps, and at least three group chats named “Hot People Only.” 23 is peak Asmo — old enough to have confidence, young enough to still be an absolute menace at parties.Put him too young and he feels like an annoying teenager with a lip gloss obsession. Too old and he becomes that adult who peaked in college and won’t stop bringing it up. But at 23? He’s in his prime — stylish, flirty, probably has a social media following just for his OOTDs, and knows exactly how to weaponize a wink.
Beel - 22 Beel is your gentle gym bro with the appetite of a black hole and the heart of gold. At 22, he’s fully grown, emotionally mature, and the kind of guy who carries your groceries without being asked. He’s not just muscles and snacks — he’s soft-spoken, loyal, and somehow manages to be the only sane one in the house. Too young and he’d feel like the “dumb jock” stereotype (which he absolutely is not). Too old and he’d lose that quiet, youthful sweetness that makes him so lovable. 22 hits the balance — he’s the dependable twin who’d fight for you and share his last slice of pizza. Perhaps if you're lucky.
Belphie - 22 (He came second, and Beel makes sure he knows it with affectionate hair ruffles and smug big-brother energy.) Belphie is that “looks innocent, probably just sabotaged something” kind of guy. 22 fits him perfectly — he’s got that lazy, “don’t talk to me before noon” energy, mixed with just enough edge to keep you on your toes. He’s the sleepy menace who acts like he doesn’t care, but has five layers of complex emotion under that pillow. Make him younger and he feels too bratty. Older, and he starts giving jaded ex-gifted kid energy. But 22? He’s just the right age to be clever, cynical, and slightly dangerous in a “you really shouldn’t trust him, but you still do” kind of way.
Lesson 68 is out! I've stopped writing other stuff than this. I know. Forgive me I swear I'll be back sometime. Plus.. does somebody even read this series? I put everything I have in them even if my writes block is my constant shadow.
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Lesson 68: “Chains of Fate”
The House of Lamentation is no longer just your home—it’s your sanctuary and your prison. The mark on your chest pulses stronger with each passing day, the mysterious force behind it growing bolder.
And now, it’s no longer content with whispers. It wants you.
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The Night of the Storm
Lightning flashes across the Devildom sky, illuminating the shadows that stretch along your bedroom walls. You jolt awake, heart pounding. The mark burns—not just with heat, but with dread. Something is coming.
A whisper curls around your mind, the same voice from before—low, commanding, dangerous.
???: “You cannot resist forever.”
A chill races down your spine, and just as you reach for your phone to call one of the brothers—
—the door bursts open.
Mammon is the first to rush in, his breathing uneven, golden eyes blazing with worry. Leviathan and Beelzebub follow close behind, with Satan and Lucifer right after. They knew.
Lucifer: “It’s making its move.”
Leviathan: “We can’t let it take them.”
Satan steps closer, his gaze locking onto yours, sharp and calculating.
Satan: “Tell us exactly what you felt. Every detail matters.”
You nod, swallowing hard, and describe the whisper, the way the mark reacted—not just as a symbol, but almost as if it had a will of its own. As if something was trying to claim you.
Mammon clenches his jaw and suddenly grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly.
Mammon: “I ain’t lettin’ that happen. Not now, not ever.”
Lucifer exhales slowly, controlled but tense. Then, his gloved fingers ghost over the mark on your chest through your shirt, barely touching, as if testing its power.
The moment he does—
A shockwave of energy pulses through the room. The flames in the lamps flicker wildly, the air crackling like static. And for a split second—you feel someone else inside you. Watching. Waiting.
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The Hidden Truth
Determined to find answers, the brothers take you to the Forbidden Archive—a place even Lucifer hesitates to enter. It’s there that you uncover the truth:
The mark isn’t just a sign of a bond. It’s a binding contract—one that connects you to an unknown entity, an ancient power that has been waiting for centuries.
Barbatos studies an old parchment, his expression unreadable.
Barbatos: “This contract… it was never meant to be broken.”
Silence. The weight of his words settles heavily on everyone.
You: “…Then what happens to me?”
Diavolo, who had been watching quietly, finally speaks.
Diavolo: “If the contract is fulfilled… you won’t belong to the Devildom anymore.”
A chill rushes through you. Because deep down—you already knew what he meant.
You’ll belong to the one who marked you.
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Defying Fate
Lucifer stands before you, his usual stoic mask cracking just enough for you to see the fury burning beneath the surface.
Lucifer: “No force in any realm decides what happens to you. Not while we are here.”
Satan closes the book with a snap, his jaw tight as he speaks through clenched teeth.
Satan: “There’s always a loophole. We’ll find it.”
Mammon steps forward suddenly, grabbing both of your hands and holding them tightly.
Mammon: “Listen to me. I don’t care what this mark means. I don’t care what some ancient contract says.”
His grip tightens, his voice breaking slightly at the edges.
Mammon: “You belong here. With us.”
One by one, the brothers move closer, each reaching for you—a silent vow, a defiance against fate.
And just like before—the mark reacts.
A burst of warmth spreads through your chest, overpowering the cold pull of the unknown force. The presence watching you recoils—if only for a moment.
The contract may be unbreakable… but the bond you share with them is stronger.
Heyy guys lesson 67 is up. And again I'm sorry... I know I've been slacking off with writing but I'm in a serious writers block right now and the only thing I can manage are these (I don't even know if they are good)
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Lesson 67“Unraveling Destiny”
The mark on your chest is no longer just a symbol—it’s a warning, a bond, and a mystery all in one. With every passing moment, it pulses faintly, as if reacting to unseen forces. The brothers refuse to leave your side, their worry growing as the House of Lamentation feels less like a sanctuary and more like a cage.
Something—or someone—is coming for you.
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The Awakening of the Mark
Morning light filters into your room, but instead of warmth, a strange cold lingers on your skin. When you wake, your chest aches, the mark glowing faintly under your shirt. It’s pulsing in rhythm with your heartbeat, stronger than before.
A knock at the door startles you.
Mammon: “Hey, ya up?”
Before you can answer, he’s already pushing inside, followed closely by Beelzebub. Mammon’s usual cocky demeanor is subdued, his brows furrowed in rare, genuine concern.
Beelzebub: “You look pale. Did something happen?”
You hesitate, pressing a hand over your chest. The moment your fingers touch the mark, a shock of energy rushes through you—not painful, but overwhelming. Beelzebub notices immediately and steps closer.
Beelzebub: “It reacted again, didn’t it?”
Mammon curses under his breath and runs a hand through his hair.
Mammon: “Damn it. I don’t like this. First that shadowy bastard, now this mark—how’re we supposed to protect ya from something we don’t even understand?”
Beelzebub is silent for a moment before he reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently.
Beelzebub: “You don’t have to go through this alone. We’ll figure it out.”
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Seeking Answers
The brothers gather in the library, surrounding a table stacked with ancient texts. Lucifer stands at the head, arms crossed, while Satan flips through a dusty tome with sharp focus.
Satan: “This symbol isn’t demonic in origin. It’s… older. More primal.”
Lucifer: “That doesn’t explain why it appeared on them. Or why it’s growing stronger.”
Leviathan leans forward, tapping a passage in one of the books.
Leviathan: “Here. It says that marks like this are signs of a ‘Fated Bond.’ Some say it’s a connection beyond life and death. Others claim it’s a mark of possession—something claimed by a higher force.”
The room falls silent. The idea of you being ‘claimed’ by something unknown makes everyone tense.
Mammon: “Nah. No way. We ain’t lettin’ some weird cosmic force just take ‘em.”
Lucifer: “Agreed. We need more information.”
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A Vision in the Mirror
That night, you’re drawn to a mirror in the hallway. The moment you stand before it, the reflection changes. The room behind you fades into shadow, and in the glass, you see—
The figure from before.
Their glowing eyes meet yours, and the mark on your chest burns.
???: “You are awakening.”
A whisper echoes in your mind, chilling and ancient. The figure raises a hand, and for a brief moment, you feel something pulling at you, as if trying to draw you into the mirror. Your breath catches—
And then a hand yanks you back.
Mammon: “Oi! What the hell do ya think you’re doin’?!”
You blink, suddenly back in the hallway. Mammon’s grip is firm on your wrist, his expression twisted in barely concealed panic. Behind him, Lucifer and Beelzebub approach quickly, sensing something was wrong.
Lucifer: “What happened?”
You swallow, heart racing as you look back at the mirror. The reflection is normal again, but you know what you saw.
You: “…It spoke to me.”
A heavy silence falls over the group.
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A United Front
Back in your room, the brothers refuse to leave you alone. Mammon is pacing, arms crossed, while Satan and Barbatos quietly discuss the encounter. Lucifer stands at the window, deep in thought.
Lucifer: “We need to be prepared. If that entity tries to take them, it will have to go through us.”
Beelzebub moves to your side, his large hand resting against your back in a steadying gesture.
Beelzebub: “You’re not facing this alone.”
Slowly, the others move closer, each reaching for you. Mammon takes your hand again, his grip possessive. Satan’s touch is warm, steady. Lucifer rests a hand on your shoulder, his usual coldness softened by unspoken emotion.
For the second time, they are binding themselves to you in a way deeper than words.
The mark on your chest glows once more, and this time—it doesn’t feel like a warning. It feels like a promise.
What time is it??? Time for lesson 66!! And I hope you're ready for this!!!
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Lesson 66. "Bound by fate"
Aftermath of the Battle
The hidden chamber trembles as the vortex fully collapses. The eerie glow in the walls fades, leaving only dim flickers of unstable magic crackling in the air. Everyone is breathing hard, their eyes scanning the space for any lingering threats.
Lucifer: “It retreated. But that doesn’t mean we’ve won.”
Mammon: “Tch. What kinda enemy just runs after showin’ off like that?”
You still feel the lingering sensation of the figure’s touch, as if something about you had changed when it reached for you. Beelzebub catches the way you’re rubbing your arm absentmindedly and steps closer.
Beelzebub: “Are you hurt?”
His voice is softer than usual, his warm hand brushing yours briefly before he grips it fully. You shake your head, but the concern in his eyes doesn’t fade.
Satan: “It singled you out. It called you the one ‘who doesn’t belong.’”
The words settle over the group like a heavy fog. Everyone knew that you, as a human, were different—but this felt like something else entirely.
Barbatos: “Whatever it wanted, it still wants you. That much is clear.”
Lucifer: “Which means we can’t let our guard down.”
Mammon scoffs, but his grip on your other hand tightens slightly. He always acts tough, but his touch betrays his worry.
Mammon: “I don’t like this. But ya already knew that.”
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A Disturbance in the House of Lamentation
After returning from the chamber, the House of Lamentation doesn’t feel the same. Shadows seem to stretch longer than before, whispers curl at the edges of your hearing, and the air is charged with something unseen.
That night, you wake up with a strange feeling. The moonlight streaming through the window is distorted, flickering like a dying candle. You sit up in bed, only to find—
A hand on yours.
Lucifer: “You’re awake.”
He’s sitting at the edge of your bed, his gaze fixed on the window as if expecting something to come through it at any moment.
You: “Lucifer… what are you doing here?”
He finally looks at you, his usually composed expression slightly strained.
Lucifer: “Making sure you’re safe.”
Before you can respond, the door creaks open slightly. Another figure steps inside—
Mammon: “Oi, I knew you’d be in here.”
He crosses his arms, but there’s no real annoyance in his tone. He just sighs and leans against the wall.
Mammon: “Ya think we’d just leave ya alone after everything that happened?”
Satan and Beelzebub enter next, followed by Barbatos. Soon, all of them are gathered around you, as if some unspoken force had drawn them together.
Beelzebub: “Something’s coming.”
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A Mark Appears
Before anyone can react, a sudden sharp pain shoots through your chest. You gasp, clutching your shirt as a strange glowing mark begins to appear on your skin, right over your heart.
Satan: “That symbol—!”
Barbatos steps closer, his brows furrowing as he watches the mark take shape—a swirling emblem pulsing with golden and violet hues, shifting like liquid magic.
Barbatos: “This… isn’t ordinary magic.”
Lucifer: “Of course not. Nothing about them has ever been ordinary.”
Mammon drops to one knee in front of you, grabbing both of your hands in his as if trying to ground you.
Mammon: “Oi. Breathe. Just focus on me, alright?”
His thumb gently rubs against your knuckles, and despite the pain, warmth spreads through you at his touch. But the mark continues to glow.
Beelzebub: “If this is connected to that figure…”
Satan: “Then it’s a sign that things are far from over.”
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A Shared Oath
The magic in the air pulses once more before slowly fading. The mark remains, but the immediate pain subsides. You take a shaky breath, looking up to see the brothers watching you with fierce determination.
Lucifer: “No matter what this mark means, we will not allow anyone—or anything—to take you from us.”
Slowly, one by one, each of them reaches for you. This time, it’s not just to protect you—it’s a silent vow.
Beelzebub’s grip is steady, warm, unyielding. Mammon’s fingers tremble slightly before tightening around yours. Satan’s touch is firm, reassuring. Barbatos lingers for a moment before intertwining his fingers with yours.
Beelzebub: “We’re in this together.”
Mammon: “No matter what.”
In that moment, surrounded by them, you realize… there’s no turning back now.
The group stands in front of an ancient, eerie-looking door, its surface glowing with cryptic symbols. The air is thick with tension. Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub, Satan, and Barbatos are gathered with you, their expressions grim. The stakes are higher now than ever.
Lucifer: “This is it. Behind this door lies the source of everything.”
*You feel the weight of his words. The ground beneath you feels unstable, as if something—someone—has been tampering with the very fabric of reality itself.
Barbatos: “I can sense it, too. The magic here is... older than anything we've encountered.”
Beelzebub’s hand brushes yours lightly. His grip tightens just for a moment, but his gaze is elsewhere, filled with an unsettling urgency.
Beelzebub: “We’re running out of time.”
Satan: “If the records are right, this magic is tied to something far older than even the Demon Lord’s reign. If we open this door, there’s no going back.”
Your heartbeat quickens. The door before you is almost inviting—its mysterious energy pulling you in. You turn to Mammon, whose golden eyes flicker nervously, but there’s something else beneath that hesitation.
Mammon: “Just... be careful, okay?”
He steps closer, as though he’s trying to reassure both of you and himself.
Lucifer: “We don’t have the luxury of waiting. Stay sharp.”
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Opening the Door
Lucifer steps forward, his expression unyielding. With a wave of his hand, the air crackles with power as the door creaks open, revealing a vast, dark chamber. The walls pulse with unnatural light, and at the center, a swirling vortex of energy hums ominously.
You instinctively reach for the brothers’ hands. They follow without question. First, you take Lucifer’s hand—firm, reassuring. Then, Mammon’s, his fingers squeezing yours with a silent promise. Finally, Beelzebub slips his hand into yours, his touch warm but possessive, his grip lingering.
Beelzebub: “We’re in this together. Always.”
The vortex in front of you intensifies, its pull becoming harder to resist. The world around you warps and distorts. The floor beneath your feet seems to pulse, like it’s alive, as if trying to draw you in.
Lucifer: “This is no longer just a threat to the Devildom. This is a threat to the very nature of our existence.”
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A New Enemy
As you step further into the chamber, the atmosphere grows colder. Suddenly, a low, growling sound reverberates through the air. From the shadows, a shadowy figure emerges, its presence suffocating the air around you. It’s cloaked in shifting darkness, its shape constantly changing.
Satan: “So, it was you. The one rewriting our reality.”
The Figure: “You dare confront me? I am the one who has seen through the veil of time itself.”
The figure’s voice is smooth, almost familiar, like an echo of something long forgotten. It steps forward, its form becoming clearer, revealing a creature of both shadow and light, shifting between two worlds.
Barbatos: “We must stop it, now. This being controls the very balance of time and space within this realm. If we allow it to complete its work…”
The figure laughs, its voice chilling.
The Figure: “You think you can stop me? I am not bound by your rules, your laws. I rewrite them. All of them.”
It raises its hand, and suddenly, the world seems to shift again. The ground shakes, and the sky outside the chamber darkens as though reality itself is folding under its power.
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The Battle and Tension
The brothers immediately move into action. Lucifer and Satan step forward first, attacking with their powerful magic, but the figure deflects it effortlessly.
Lucifer: “It’s not physical power it craves. It’s control over time and reality.”
Meanwhile, Mammon and Beelzebub try to flank the figure. Mammon’s eyes are blazing with determination as he moves toward you, his hands gripping yours tightly.
Mammon: “Stay close. I ain’t lettin’ you go.”
You nod, your heart racing, but before you can respond, the figure’s dark aura expands, enveloping the brothers. The battle intensifies, but it’s clear that this entity is toying with them—its movements too fluid, its attacks too precise.
Suddenly, the figure turns its attention to you, its eyes narrowing as it senses your presence.
The Figure: “Ah... So, you’re the one at the center of this. The one who doesn’t belong here.”
You feel a chill run down your spine as the figure reaches out toward you. Just as you brace for impact, you feel two sets of hands—one strong and one gentle—wrap around your waist and pull you back.
Beelzebub: “Not today.”
Lucifer: “We won’t let you take them.”
The moment the figure’s hand touches you, the brothers’ combined power erupts, sending shockwaves through the room. The vortex shatters, and the entity staggers back, its form flickering as if it’s losing its grip on reality itself.
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A Shared Promise
The brothers gather around you. Their breaths are heavy, their bodies bruised, but their eyes are locked on you with an intensity that makes your chest tighten.
Lucifer: “We’ll fix this. Together. No one, not even this entity, can tear us apart.”
He holds out his hand, and you take it without hesitation. Then Mammon, who wraps his arm around you protectively. Beelzebub stands by your side, his presence as unwavering as ever.
Beelzebub: “We won’t let anything happen to you. You’re ours. Always.”
Satan: “This battle isn’t over, but we’ll fight it—for you.”
And then, Barbatos steps forward, his expression steady, but there’s something different in his eyes—something softer.
Barbatos: “We will put an end to this madness. We won’t stop until you’re safe.”
The brothers' hands, each one linked with yours, form a circle of protection, their strength a silent promise that no matter what comes next, you are never alone.
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The grand dining hall in the Demon Lord’s Castle, where tea time is in full swing. The atmosphere is unusually calm...
Diavolo: cheerfully pouring tea into everyone's cups Ah, tea time! It’s always so nice to gather like this and just enjoy some peace.
Lucifer: grumbling, trying to maintain his composure I can think of better ways to spend my time, but of course, Diavolo insisted so I had no choice...
Mammon: eyeing the teapot suspiciously It's a bit too proper for my taste. Where's the beer?
Leviathan: mumbling, eyes glued to his phone Seriously, I can’t even play my game with all this “classy” nonsense happening... Ughhh I just wanna dig myself a hole and die in it!!!!! This is sooo awkwaarddddd
Asmodeus: beaming Oh, but look at Barbatos! His tea setup is always sooo perfect. He makes it look effortless, like everything he touches turns to gold. glances over at Barbatos with a fond smile
Barbatos: gracefully pouring tea for everyone, a quiet, unshakable calm radiating from him It’s always a pleasure to serve.
MC: sips their tea, looking at Barbatos with an amused expression You know, Barbatos... you’re kinda cute.
Barbatos: mid-pour, freezes for a split second, eyes widening slightly …Pardon?
Lucifer: immediately chokes on his tea, sputtering
Mammon: slams his hands on the table WAIT, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Leviathan: eyes bulging DID YOU JUST CALL BARBATOS CUTE?!
Asmodeus: leaning forward, eyes gleaming Oh my... MC. You did not. You actually did!! This is soo juicyy~
Satan: staring in disbelief That... is not something I thought I’d ever hear in my lifetime.
Beelzebub: pauses mid-bite, blinking What did I just hear?
Belphegor: raises an eyebrow, half-awake Did I hear that right? MC just called Barbatos cute?
Diavolo: laughing uncontrollably, holding his stomach This is absolutely priceless. I don’t think anyone has ever dared to call Barbatos cute!
Barbatos: composes himself, smiling as always, but there’s a small hint of confusion in his eyes Well… that is certainly a new way to describe me. his voice softens a little I’m flattered, I suppose.
MC: grinning, clearly unfazed What? You’ve got this whole “too perfect” thing going on. Calm, polite, always in control… It’s honestly kind of adorable.
Lucifer: facepalming MC, please. You can’t just say things like that.
Mammon: panicking Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Do you even know what he can do to you? He could destroy you with a thought!
Leviathan: clutching his phone, wide-eyed Dude. You just signed your own death certificate. You called Barbatos cute. He probably already knows at least fifty ways to make you regret that.
Asmodeus: laughing so hard he almost spills his tea I can’t breathe, this is amazing. I’m living for this moment right now.
Satan: smirking I think this might be the first time anyone has ever thrown Barbatos off his game.
Beelzebub: still eating So… do they get a free pass for calling Barbatos cute, or is that a one-way ticket to the afterlife?
Belphegor: grinning I’m pretty sure MC just gave Barbatos a mini heart attack.
Diavolo: wiping a tear from his eye from laughing This is honestly the best thing I’ve heard all week. I never thought I’d hear that.
Barbatos: gently places his cup down, eyes softening, though his voice remains calm I see. Well, I suppose I can take that as a compliment, then. pauses, then adds with a slightly teasing smile You certainly are bold, MC.
MC: leaning back, completely unfazed You should know by now, Barbatos. I’ve got a lot of charm.
Lucifer: rubbing his temples Oh no, this is going to be a nightmare.
Mammon: still flailing Does anyone else think that Barbatos is gonna get revenge for this? Like, in fifty different ways?!
Leviathan: whispering I swear, this could be the start of something dangerous...
MC: grinning widely Let’s see if he’s cute enough to let me live, huh?
Barbatos: smiling, though there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait and see. gives them a wink But I do appreciate your boldness, MC.
Diavolo: laughing, wiping his eyes You really do keep things interesting around here, MC. I’m actually impressed!
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The End…? (Or maybe just the beginning of MC’s new favorite hobby: calling Barbatos cute and seeing how far they can push it.)
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Lesson 64: "Fractured Bonds"
The World is Breaking
The Devildom is shifting beneath your feet. The streets flicker like a glitching dream, and the once-familiar air feels dangerous—thick with something unnatural.
Diavolo’s voice is grave.
Diavolo: “Reality itself is being rewritten.”
Lucifer’s arms are crossed, his jaw tight.
Lucifer: “We’re running out of time.”
Levi quickly pulls up a digital map, his eyes darting across the glowing red symbols forming an impossibly intricate summoning circle.
Satan’s voice is low.
Satan: “…This isn’t just summoning something. It’s erasing what was already here.”
Then Barbatos does something he almost never does—he looks… uneasy.
Barbatos: “…You are at the center of this.”
Your stomach drops.
Diavolo: “We have to move.”
Splitting Up
The brothers break into teams, determined to track down the source of the anomaly. You find yourself alone with…
(This is a multiple choice like the game so you get to choose whom to go with. The options are Lucifer, Mammon and Beelzebub)
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With Lucifer
Lucifer leads the way, his presence commanding even in the chaos. The flickering shadows make his features sharper—his crimson gaze cutting through the dark like fire.
A tremor shakes the ground. You stumble—but before you can fall, a firm hand seizes your wrist.
Lucifer pulls you flush against him, your breath hitching as his other hand steadies your waist.
Lucifer: “Tch. Clumsy.”
His tone is scolding, but his fingers stay pressed into your skin, his body dangerously close.
You: “…You caught me.”
Lucifer doesn’t answer immediately. His grip tightens—just slightly—like he doesn’t want to let go.
Lucifer: “…I always will.”
His voice is lower now, heavy with something unspoken. His eyes flicker to your lips—just for a second—before he exhales sharply and steps back.
Lucifer: “…Let’s keep moving.”
But even as he turns away, his fingertips ghost along yours—just once—before slipping away.
Lucifer: “Take my hand.”
Your fingers intertwine with his, the touch grounding you in a world that’s rapidly losing its balance. His hand holds yours like it’s a promise—a promise that even in the chaos, he won’t let go.
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With Mammon
Mammon is on edge. His shoulders are tense, his golden eyes darting around the shifting landscape.
Mammon: “Don’t like this… Feels like we’re bein’ watched.”
Then, without warning—something lunges toward you.
Mammon reacts instantly. He grabs you, twisting you into his arms, shielding you completely.
Mammon: “Not happenin’ on my watch!”
The danger passes, but Mammon doesn’t let go. His arms remain locked around you, your back pressed to his chest, his breath hot against your ear.
Mammon: “…You okay?”
His voice is lower now, rough with emotion. You nod, but Mammon’s grip doesn’t loosen.
You: “…Mammon?”
There’s a long silence.
Then, slowly, his hand moves. His fingers brush up your arm, tracing lightly over your skin, before stopping just below your jaw.
Mammon: “…Damn it.”
His thumb brushes your cheek—a slow, hesitant caress. His eyes flicker, searching yours, lingering on your lips.
For a second, you think he’s going to—
Then he huffs sharply and pulls back.
Mammon: “Tch. Let’s just go.”
But as he walks ahead, his hand slides back, fingers grazing yours—then deliberately entwining them.
Mammon: “Stick close.”
His hand holds yours tightly, like he’s claiming you in the midst of the chaos. His warmth is a comfort in a world that’s slowly fracturing.
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With Beelzebub
Beel walks close, his large frame blocking you from the shifting chaos around you.
Beelzebub: “…Something’s here.”
A deep growl rumbles through the air. Before you can react, Beel moves.
One moment you’re standing—the next, you’re pinned against his chest, his arms caging you protectively.
Beelzebub: “No.”
His voice is a low snarl, his grip iron-strong as he swings you behind him. The moment the enemy lunges, he destroys it in a single, brutal strike.
But even after the danger passes, Beel doesn’t move away. His hands search you for injuries, large, warm, lingering.
Beelzebub: “…You’re okay.”
You: “Beel… you didn’t have to—”
Beel’s violet eyes soften. He reaches up, his thumb brushing just under your eye—tender, deliberate.
Beelzebub: “I’ll always protect you.”
His hand drifts lower, knuckles grazing your jaw. His breath is warm, so close you can feel it.
For a second, it feels like everything else disappears.
But even as he turns, his pinky hooks around yours, holding on for just a second longer.
Beel: “Don’t let go.”
Your hands link firmly—a simple gesture, yet one that feels like a promise in the midst of the chaos. His hand protectively clasps yours, not letting go, as if the world could fall apart, but he won’t let you slip away.
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A Terrifying Discovery
The group regathers, but something is deeply wrong.
Satan: “These symbols… They’re celestial.”
Lucifer’s fists clench.
Lucifer: “This isn’t just a demon’s doing.”
Levi’s voice crackles through the comms, panicked.
Leviathan: “Guys, you need to see this. Now.”
Back at the castle, Levi gestures to a corrupted record.
Leviathan: “This is a list of every exchange student ever.”
Your eyes skim the list. Your stomach drops.
Your name is missing.
Not crossed out. Not erased.
Like you never existed.
Silence.
Lucifer: “…That’s impossible.”
Diavolo’s expression darkens.
Diavolo: “If someone is rewriting history itself…”
Satan to MC: grumbling "You know what disgusts me the most?"
MC: grinning "Lucifer?"
Satan: "Okay, second most."
MC: "Lucifer’s entire existence?"
Satan: nodding "That too, but I meant when people call him my father. Like, excuse me? I would rather set myself on fire than acknowledge any sort of parental connection to him."
MC: smirking "Oh, I totally get it."
Satan: suspicious "…You do?"
MC: grinning wickedly "Yeah, the only difference is that you refuse to call him Father, while I willingly call him Daddy."
Satan: chokes on his tea
Lucifer who was also in the room: pauses mid-sip, slowly lowering his cup "MC—"
Satan: coughing violently "I—WHAT—NO—"
MC: innocently sipping their drink "What? I’m just stating facts."
Lucifer: deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose "MC, must you be so—"
MC: cutting him off "Oh, come on, Lucifer. You love it when I call you that."
Satan: groaning, massaging his temples "I have spent my entire existence despising Lucifer. I have dedicated centuries to making his life miserable. But you?" gestures aggressively at MC "You walked into this house and did something even I couldn’t do."
MC: smirking "Oh? And what’s that?"
Satan: dead serious "You made me feel bad for him."
Lucifer: glances at MC, expression unreadable
MC: grinning proudly "Aww, thanks, Satan. That almost sounded like sympathy!"
Satan: deadpan "No, that was pity."
Lucifer: clears throat, regaining composure "MC, perhaps we should discuss appropriate conversational topics when others are present—"
MC: grinning "Oh? So you mean I should save it for when we're alone?"
Satan: bolts up, grabbing his book and storming off "I’M LEAVING. I’M DONE. DON’T TALK TO ME. DON’T EVEN LOOK AT ME."
Lucifer: facepalming
MC: laughing "Oh, come on, that was funny!"
Lucifer: muttering "Why am I in love with this menace?"
MC: leaning in with a smug smile "Because I call you Daddy~"
Lucifer: visibly regretting all his life choices
Satan, from the other room: "I AM GOING TO HEX BOTH OF YOU IN YOUR SLEEP."
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Brothers hcs
Lucifer
• When he gets too tired, he starts slipping into a more casual and affectionate tone without realizing it. The brothers have a bet going on how long it takes before he notices and corrects himself.
• He keeps little trinkets or objects that remind him of MC in his office—nothing big, just subtle things like a pen they lent him once or a mug they used.
Mammon
• He absolutely hates sad movies but refuses to admit it. If he starts getting teary-eyed, he’ll pretend he has dust in his eye or suddenly find an excuse to leave.
• When MC gives him attention in public, he pretends to be embarrassed, but internally, he’s absolutely thriving.
Leviathan
• He subconsciously matches MC’s online gaming schedule. If they usually log in at 8 PM, guess who’s conveniently also online at 8 PM?
• Sometimes, he starts talking to Henry 2.0 as if he’s talking to MC when he’s flustered—like asking, “What do I do now, Henry?!”
Satan
• He picks up on people’s speech habits and accidentally mimics them. Spend enough time with him, and you’ll hear him say a phrase exactly like MC does.
• He enjoys narrating stories to cats. He even changes his voice slightly for different characters, though he swears he doesn’t.
Asmodeus
• He leaves little beauty tips for MC in random places, like “Try a honey face mask today! Your skin will thank you!”
• If MC ever compliments him on something specific (like their favorite perfume on him), he will wear it more often.
Beelzebub
• If MC dozes off near him, he instinctively adjusts their position so they don’t wake up sore. He probably doesn’t even notice he does it.
• Sometimes, he stops eating mid-bite because he just had a random, fond thought about MC, and his heart got too full.
Belphegor
• He doesn’t like the cold, but he’ll tolerate it if MC seems comfortable. However, if MC also complains about being cold, he’s suddenly the first one to suggest bundling up together.
• He occasionally wakes up in weird spots because he sleepwalks. Once, MC found him curled up in the laundry basket.
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Lesson 63: "Bonds in the Shadows"
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The First Clue
The next day, after the chaotic events of the Gala, life at the House of Lamentation seems to return to a semblance of normalcy. However, there’s an underlying tension, a sense that something bigger is lurking beneath the surface.
You find yourself in the library, still haunted by the conversation with Barbatos the night before. The mysterious book and its warnings about your connection to the brothers linger in your thoughts. It doesn’t take long before your pact mark starts to glow faintly again, an unmistakable sign that the instability in the realm is growing stronger.
Sitting down at a large oak table, you begin to comb through ancient texts, hoping to find something more about the nature of your bond with the brothers. At first, the pages are filled with words you can’t quite grasp, but one particular sentence catches your eye:
> "The pacts formed between a soul and the hearts of the Seven are not meant to be... infinite. They are meant to be balanced. When that balance shifts, the seal weakens."
Your heart races. The seal. The same seal you and Solomon had discussed earlier.
Suddenly, the door creaks open. It’s Lucifer, his expression unreadable as he steps into the room. His presence fills the space, commanding and yet... strangely warm.
Lucifer: "Searching for answers, are we?"
You quickly hide the book behind a stack of papers, though you know he’s not fooled.
Lucifer: "You’re not the only one who’s been trying to piece things together. These disturbances are not something we can ignore much longer. If what Barbatos suspects is true… then we might be in more danger than we realize."
He steps closer, his eyes flicking toward your glowing pact mark. There’s a brief silence before he continues, his tone softer.
Lucifer: "My brothers and I… we have our own histories with the seals and the pacts. But your involvement has shifted something. Whatever’s happening, it’s centered on you. On the bond between you and us."
His gaze lingers a little too long on your face, and for a moment, it feels like he’s seeing more than just the current situation—like he’s seeing you. The weight of his attention makes your heart skip a beat.
Lucifer: (softly) "Stay cautious. And don’t go investigating alone."
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A New Threat Revealed
Later that evening, you’re in the kitchen helping Beelzebub prepare some food for the brothers. As you work together, the two of you share a quiet, easy conversation. He’s always been one of the more grounded members of the family, and his calm demeanor makes you feel a little more at ease.
Beelzebub: (glancing at you with a soft smile) "You've been thinking a lot about the chaos, haven’t you?"
You nod, feeling the weight of everything that’s happening.
You: "I don’t understand what’s going on, Beel. It’s like the more I learn, the more I feel like I’m in over my head."
Beelzebub’s smile fades slightly as he looks at you, his eyes full of quiet concern. He steps closer, his hand brushing yours as he passes a tray of food to you.
Beelzebub: "Hey, you’re not alone in this. We’re all in this together. We’ll figure it out."
His touch lingers for a moment, and despite the situation, you can’t help but feel comforted by his presence. He’s never been one for many words, but in that moment, you understand that he’s offering more than just reassurance.
Before you can respond, a loud crash interrupts your moment of peace. You both rush to the source of the noise in the living room, only to find Leviathan frantically trying to retrieve his D.D.D. from the ceiling, where it’s floating uncontrollably.
Leviathan: (panicking) "No! Not my D.D.D.! I was about to complete a legendary quest! It took me hours to get here!"
You: (sighing, though a smile tugs at your lips) "Levi, calm down. We’ll get it down."
Beelzebub: (watching with a half-smile) "Seems like the chaos is spreading again."
You glance at Beel, feeling the shift in the air. The ley lines are unstable once more, and with it, so are the powers of the brothers. It’s becoming harder to ignore the weight of the situation.
As you attempt to help Levi, a flash of dark energy erupts from your pact mark, sending a pulse of force through the room. It knocks the D.D.D. to the ground, but the power also causes the walls to tremble slightly, much to the horror of everyone present.
Mammon: (bursting into the room) "What the hell just happened?!"
You: (nervously, your voice betraying the unease you feel) "I… I don’t know. But it’s happening again. I can feel it."
Leviathan: (staring at your glowing pact mark) "Did it… come from you?"
You: (softly) "I think so. This… this is all connected to the pacts, right?"
Lucifer: (entering, looking concerned, his eyes immediately finding yours) "We’ll have to take this to Diavolo immediately. There’s no time to waste."
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The Meeting with Diavolo
The group heads to the Demon Lord’s Castle, where Diavolo and Barbatos await. The tension in the room is palpable as everyone gathers around the table, eyes on you, knowing that the disturbances are now linked to your connection with the brothers.
Diavolo: (seriously, his gaze never leaving yours) "The fluctuations are growing stronger. It’s not just the House of Lamentation anymore. They’re spreading across the Devildom."
Barbatos: (nodding, his eyes softened with an unreadable emotion as he looks at you) "And they’re connected to you. The seals—the pacts—they’re resonating with the ley lines, creating a ripple effect that’s destabilizing the entire realm."
Solomon: (looking at you seriously, but with a trace of something tender in his eyes) "The source is clear. It’s the dual pacts. Your bond with each brother is too much for the realms to handle."
You: (looking at everyone, fear and determination warring in your heart) "So, what do we do? How do we stop this?"
Diavolo: (leaning forward, eyes sharp but filled with concern for you) "We must find the root of this instability. The broken seal—the one Solomon and I discussed—it’s tied to the first pact. If we can unlock it, maybe we can stop the chain reaction before it’s too late."
Barbatos: (his voice heavy with foreboding) "The seal was meant to hold a great power in check, a power that has now begun to stir. If the seal continues to weaken, it could tear through the fabric of the Devildom itself."
Solomon: (his gaze on you, warm yet grave) "You’re the key. The dual pacts are the catalyst. And if we don’t act soon, we may be too late to prevent the unraveling of everything."
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The Heart of the Matter
The group breaks off, but you remain with Solomon for a quiet moment. You both stand at the balcony, overlooking the dimly lit Devildom. The air is heavy with the weight of everything that’s at stake.
Solomon: (softly, his voice unusually gentle) "You’ve been handling this all better than I ever expected. But there’s still so much you don’t know… about your connection to the brothers, and about the seal."
You: (looking at him, a shiver running through you at the closeness) "I just want to understand. I don’t want to be the cause of all this chaos."
Solomon: (stepping closer, his hand brushing yours) "You’re not the cause. But your connection to the brothers—the pacts you’ve made… they’re a force of nature now. And forces like that can be hard to control."
You can feel the warmth of his hand on yours, the way his eyes lock with yours, deep and knowing. The energy between you feels different now—he’s always been there, but there’s something more now, something undeniable.
Solomon: (with a soft smile, his voice lower) "Don’t worry. We’ll face this together."
You look at him, feeling the warmth in his gaze, and for the first time in a long while, you feel like you have a chance. His hand lingers a moment longer before he lets it go, but it’s enough to send a ripple of warmth through your chest.
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The Discovery
As you part ways, a thought nags at the back of your mind. Barbatos had said something earlier about secrets being uncovered at the right time. You wonder what he meant by that.
In the quiet halls of the Demon Lord’s Castle, you wander into the archives, your curiosity pulling you deeper into the shadows. And there, amidst the stacks of old books, you discover something: a map, a map that reveals a hidden location deep within the Devildom. It pulses with energy, and you know this is where everything began.
The key to the seal. The key to saving or destroying the realm.
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Lesson 62: Unraveling the Threads
The Morning After
The House of Lamentation is unusually quiet when you wake up the next day. The brothers, usually bustling with energy (or arguments), seem subdued. You make your way to the dining room, where only a few of them are seated.
Beelzebub is poking at his plate, his appetite noticeably diminished. Mammon is uncharacteristically silent, his face clouded with worry. Lucifer, seated at the head of the table, looks more tired than you’ve ever seen him.
Lucifer: “Good, you’re awake. We need to talk.”
The rest of the brothers gradually filter into the room, their expressions varying from confusion to unease. Once everyone is present, Lucifer clears his throat and addresses the group.
Lucifer: “I spoke with Diavolo this morning. The disturbances are worsening. Barbatos has been monitoring the ley lines, and he believes the epicenter of the instability is shifting… closer to the House of Lamentation.”
The room falls silent.
Leviathan: “Closer? What does that mean? Are we going to get sucked into some kind of magical black hole or something?”
Satan: “It means we need to investigate. If the instability is tied to the house—or to one of us—we can’t sit idly by.”
Mammon: “Wait, wait. Don’t look at me! I didn’t do nothin’ this time!”
Lucifer: cutting Mammon off “This isn’t about blame. This is about prevention. Diavolo has tasked us with uncovering the source of the disturbances. The Infernal Gala is in three days, and we cannot afford for the situation to escalate further.”
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Investigating the Disturbances
The group splits into pairs to investigate different parts of the Devildom. You’re assigned to join Solomon and Asmodeus in exploring the surrounding areas of the House of Lamentation. As you venture out, the signs of instability become more apparent—plants are wilting in odd patterns, the air feels heavy, and small tremors ripple through the ground.
Asmodeus: “Ugh, this is absolutely dreadful. My skin feels so… dry in this energy. Do you think it’s safe to even be out here?”
Solomon: smirking “You’ll survive, Asmo. But this level of energy fluctuation isn’t natural. It’s almost like the ley lines are reacting to something… or someone.”
You exchange a glance with Solomon, his words a subtle reminder of your earlier conversation.
You: “Do you think it could be the pacts?”
Solomon hesitates, then sighs.
Solomon: “It’s a possibility. The energy radiating from the House of Lamentation is too strong to ignore. It’s almost like the power of the pacts is resonating with the ley lines, amplifying their instability.”
Asmodeus: frowning “Wait a second. Are you saying this is because of our pacts with MC?”
You: “I don’t know. But if it is… then we have to figure out how to stop it.”
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Discovering a Clue
While exploring the garden, you notice a faint glowing symbol etched into the ground—one that wasn’t there before. Solomon kneels down to examine it, his brow furrowing.
Solomon: “This is ancient magic. A containment seal… but it’s broken.”
You: “Broken? What was it containing?”
Solomon: grimly “That’s the question, isn’t it? If this seal was holding something back, its breaking could explain the disturbances.”
Asmodeus: shuddering “Let’s not jump to conclusions. Maybe it’s just an old decoration… a creepy one.”
Solomon stands, his expression serious.
Solomon: “We need to report this to Diavolo immediately. If something was sealed here and it’s been released, we’re dealing with a much bigger problem than unstable ley lines.”
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Back at the House of Lamentation
The discovery of the seal sets the tone for the rest of the day. When you return to the house, the brothers are waiting for you, each of them reporting strange phenomena they encountered during their own investigations.
Satan: “The library’s books are rearranging themselves. Entire shelves are floating, and no spell I cast can stop it.”
Leviathan: “My gaming rig just… exploded. All my progress is gone, and my connection to the Devildom servers is completely down.”
Beelzebub: “The kitchen is… empty. Like, completely empty. Every scrap of food disappeared without a trace.”
Belphegor: yawning “The attic feels… off. It’s too quiet, even for me.”
Lucifer listens to each report in turn, his expression growing darker.
Lucifer: “This is no coincidence. Whatever is happening, it’s escalating. We need to act quickly if we’re going to prevent further damage.”
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A Private Moment with Barbatos
Later that night, you find Barbatos in the Demon Lord’s Castle, poring over a map of the Devildom’s ley lines. He seems to sense your presence before you speak.
Barbatos: “You’ve come to see the map, haven’t you?”
You step closer, your gaze drawn to the glowing lines that crisscross the map.
You: “Solomon found a broken containment seal near the house. Do you think it could be related to the disturbances?”
Barbatos nods slowly.
Barbatos: “The seal’s breaking is undoubtedly connected. But the question remains: what was it containing, and why is it tied to you and the brothers?”
You: “Do you think the dual pacts caused this?”
Barbatos looks at you thoughtfully.
Barbatos: “It is possible. Dual pacts are exceedingly rare, after all. The balance of power between you and the brothers may have disrupted the natural order of the Devildom… and beyond.”
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As you leave the castle, Barbatos’s words weigh heavily on your mind. The broken seal, the growing instability, the role of your pacts—it’s all connected, but the full picture remains unclear.
On your way home you notice a dark figure lurking near the broken seal, their hand glowing with an ominous light as they trace the edges of the broken symbol.
Mysterious Figure: (softly) “Soon… the balance will tip, and all will be revealed.”
MC who's eyes change color to their pact mark when they feel each of the brother's sin? How would each of them react when they see it?
(Can it be a little NSFW for certain sins *cough* Asmo *cough* and maybe luci and satan too? yea i'm a simp...)
Hiiii i finally finished this omg. It's been staying in my drafts for waaayyy too long. It also became a little longer than anticipated but I hope you like it. And I totally missed the part that you wanted all the brothers and only certain with nsfw 😭 sorry about that.. I'll make up for it and write for all of them sometime.
Summary: During an argument the only way you can shut them up is through the pact but it doesn't go exactly as planned.
Contains: NSFW (Minors do not interact)
Pairings:
Reader x Lucifer, Satan, Asmodeus
You can find more of my work here: Masterlist
During a heated argument
Lucifer
You and the eldest had gotten into a serious argument over some trouble stirred by the rest of his brothers. And usually Lucifer wouldn't give it much thought since it's daily life for him to deal with his brother's antics but today you were at the peak of it. You didn't try to stop his brothers but rather it looked like you helped them. That's what made Lucifer feral. The thought of you helping his brothers with something you know you should prevent made the demon of Pride snap.
You were on your knees before the demon, about 2 hours into a big scolding. Though your patience was wearing thin.
-"You shouldn't be so reckless! What if something had happened to you?" –The demon yelled, his red eyes shining with wrath. You looked up with him with annoyance.
-"Nothing happened! Everything's okay! I'm okay! Why are we even having this conversation when everything is completely fine???" –You snap and raise to your feet, taking a few slow steps towards the demon.
-"Because I'm trying to prevent future situations like this! I'm trying to protect you, MC!" –He yelled, his eyes locked on you as you slowly closed the distance.
-"Yeah and by trying to protect me you're constantly suffocating me! 'You can't do this, you can't go there' stop controlling my life, Lucifer! I'm not a child!"
-"You're not a child hm? Then should I leave you alone? Is that what you want? To get eaten faster than you could call for my help?" –The demon speaks and runs a frustrated hand through his hair you close your eyes, trying to suppress your annoyance and anger but it's too much for you to handle. Frustration surged through you and you let a loud groan before speaking.
-"Aghh! Stop this! It's enough!" –You yell on top of your lungs. Your command seems to trigger the pact between you two and Lucifer is thrown across the room to his knees while your eyes shine in crimson blue. The raven-haired demon's eyes widen as he takes a sharp breath, trying to contain the pain your powerful pact caused. He takes in the sight of you and his eyes lock upon your eyes. Crimson blue - his colour. As well as Lucifer's pact mark on your left eye - it was also shining bright through the dimly lit room. The sight of you radiating such confidence, such pride. Your eyes shining with his sin caused a shiver of possessiveness to run through him. A sadistic smirk appeared on his face as he raised to his feet. Your face fell to the sight of his smug grin and you knew nothing good was in it for you. You took a step back but soon enough you were trapped in between the wall and Lucifer, who was beaming with pride and lust more than ever.
-"You look so beautiful in my colour, my master.. so powerful.. so fucking sexy.." his hands found your hips and he pulled you flush against him. The feel of his touch lit a fire inside you. You could feel your cheeks flush and your body melt into his hands even if that's not what you anticipated to happen. Your mind screamed at you to push him away, to remind him of the argument that had just occurred. Yet, the heat of his touch was impossible to ignore. He leaned down, his breath hitting and caressing your skin which drove shivers down your spine before pulling you into a desperate, passionate kiss, full of all the frustration from earlier. At first you struggle, trying to push him away but he's insistent. After a bit of struggle you finally give up and let yourself be tangled and surrounded by him. His hands travel up and down your body, making sure to touch and grab every curve it. You feel yourself spread your legs for him which makes the demon break the kiss just to look at you with that hungry gaze of his. He chuckles before speaking.
-"Already so desperate for me are you, MC? Hmm... Though I wonder.. should I give it to you or.." He pauses and presses his knee in between your legs, rubbing your heat which makes your breath hitch.
-"Or.. should I teach you a lesson for your disobedience?" He groans with frustration as he feels himself throbbing against his pants. His cock is screaming, begging to be free and to feel some kind of stimulation but Lucifer waits, knowing it's not the time to reward you. Meanwhile you grind against his knee, seeking even the last bit of pleasure it can give you. But The Avatar of Pride is not dumb. He is fast to notice that and smirks before picking you up and throwing you onto his bed. Surprise washes over you as you grip the sheets in uneasiness. Lucifer chuckles and unbuckles his belt as he makes his way to the bed.
-"I will make you scream my name tonight, master. And I won't stop until you're thoroughly punished. So I hope you're ready.. because you're not going to be getting any sleep tonight." The demon disposes of his clothes faster than you can imagine and he begins leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your neck, collarbone and face -everywhere he could reach bare skin, leaving a burning trail behind. Though his patience was wearing thinner than what he'd like. His hands gripped your shirt and tore it apart without even struggling. Soon follow your jeans and your bra, leaving you in only your lacy little thong that was soaked with your juices. Lucifer stopped in his tracks to admire the view.
-"Would you look at that, you horny little thing.. did you wear those for me? Tell me it's for me because if it isn't... I'm going to tear up to pieces whoever it was for..." The demon growled, admiring the view one last time before hooking his fingers into the waist band of the thong.
-"So warm.. so humid.. and it's all for me isn't it, my little human?" His fingers graced your clit which provoked a quiet moan out of you.
And so he continued teasing you just like this for god knows how much time. Bringing you ever so close to the peak and stopping, just to see your frustrated expressions to your denied orgasm, feeding the sadist in him. After a long while when he finally decided he had enough he raised on his knees, moving on top of you so his cock presses to your overstimulated cunt.
-"Are you ready, dear master? Because the fun is yet to start... The night is still young after all.." After those words the demon thrusts into you, making you let out a loud moan. He smirks as he begins fucking you. -Slow and steady at first but soon enough it becomes hard, raw, deep and fast. His cock was hitting all the right places inside you. You could feel each and every vein covering his shaft. And it wasn't long before you finally reached that blissful release. And so as the night went on Lucifer brought you to many more climaxes. More than you thought possible. And as promised he went on for the entire night. Lucifer had an unbelievable amount of stamina after all.
Satan
You were studying for the upcoming exams in RAD and it was a big struggle. There were a lot of concepts that weren't clear to you, making you question the possibility of those things. What do you mean demons can manipulate energy so much that they could take all the energy from one subject and turn it into something else entirely? And how were you supposed to do that yourself? You sighed burying your face into the books, praying that none of this nonsense will be on the exam and then it clicked. Why don't you call for someone's help? You looked through your contacts settling on two of them. Satan and Lucifer. Both were well aware of the subject you couldn't understand and now the question was which one? You began thinking.. you overheard that Satan has had a rough week and was on the verge of throwing a tantrum. It would take one mistake of yours for him to blow up the house. Lucifer on the other hand is a great teacher. He can be patient when teaching but is also a stressed man. If you don't understand the concept after many explanations he'll grow irritated. You decided you wanted to give Satan time to blow off some steam and calm down so you called Lucifer.
A few hours later you find yourself in Satan's room. He was mad that you had chosen Lucifer over him for such a simple thing as helping you understand that subject.
-"I am fully capable of explaining that concept to you, MC! Why do you always run to Lucifer when you face a problem??? Why??" –The demon yelled, the sound of his voice making shivers run down your spine. You looked down at the ground, fidgeting your fingers, hoping Satan wouldn't get too mad.
-"I.. I just thought you needed to calm down.. I heard you had a rough week.. I just.." You stammer out but Satan's angry glare stops you in your tracks.
-"You think I would refuse to help you just because I've had a rough week? You think I can't be patient with you when I'm irritated? And is that why you had to run to Lucifer??" He yelled, rubbing his temper, struggling not to lose control. He knew that if he lost control now it would make matters worse and you would avoid him even more than you are now.
-"Lucifer is not more capable than me, MC! I can control my anger! Don't you trust I can??? Lucifer is one to lose his mind because of the smallest mistake!" Satan yelled, jealousy flashing through his eyes. Hurt and wrath. You knew you were the one who hurt him. Guilt was tugging at your heart, hoping Satan would understand the situation but he didn't even want to look into it properly. Satan has always been like that when you do something with Lucifer instead of him. The fear that he could be the same as Lucifer or worse than him tugged at his heart. Always layed at the back of his mind. Creeping up at moments when he was unsure about himself.
-"Satan, listen to me-" You tried to explain but he was lost in his wrath so much that he wouldn't listen.
-"How could you? With what exactly is Lucifer better than me, MC? What makes him your first choice rather than me? Why not me MC?" He spoke his voice screaming hurt.
-"Satan it's not like that. I trust you Satan, please listen." You tried again and again but nothing seemed to work. The demon of wrath was blinded by his rage and the only thing you could do is use your pact to stop him before he destroys the entire house. You take a deep breath before speaking.
-"That's enough! Satan, stay!" You yell and seconds later the demon goes flying into a bookshelf, causing most of the books to fall on the floor. Satan groans in pain as he sits on his knees before you. You feel the power of the pact surge through you. It's like liquid has been poured into your veins. The strength flowing through your body. Your eyes shine green. The same colour of Satan's sin. Though that isn't left unnoticed. Upon seeing your shining bright green eyes a mischievous smirk appears on Satan's face and he raises to his feet.
-"I'll forgive you.. just this once.. because..." He takes a few slow steps towards you. His intimidating presence makes your breath hitch in your throat.
-"... because the way your eyes shine with my colour.. like I'm the only man in your eyes speaks much about who you prefer. That loser Lucifer or me. And the answer is crystal clear. So.. my master..let me indulge in you.." His hands find your body, caressing all your curves and leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your skin. He slowly walks you to the bed before pushing you down. You see the hungry look in his eyes that draws a fire inside you. He's quick to dispose of his clothes and moves onto your own. He unbuttons buttons and takes off pieces of clothes in-between kisses and caresses. He's desperate to see, to touch your skin. And when he finally reaches it it's like he's reached heaven. You can see the fire burn in his eyes as his fingers inch closer and closer to your throbbing pussy. Satan smirks and gently drags his fingers down your slit. All the way from your clit to your asshole before circling the little bundle of nerves with his thumb. You let out a soft gasp to the sensation.
-"Don't hold those noises in, MC. Let me hear you. Let my brothers hear who's making the human feel this good." –He works on your clit and your entrance for a while. His skillful fingers, caressing and rubbing all of the right places before his patience finally wears thin and he hoovers above you, rubbing the head of his dick to your entrance. You whimper in pleasure and the demon smirks, proud of himself for making you feel this way. Soon enough he pushes in and fills you whole. You can feel him hit each and every spot, rub your insides just right, making you see stars. He makes love to you sensually, making sure you feel each and every sensation that comes with being taken by the Avatar of Wrath. That night he makes sure you're thoroughly satisfied. As well as himself of course.
Asmodeus
It's been really busy for you lately. It was exam week in RAD and you've been studying nonstop. It was rare for you to spend time with the brothers during this period since you were buried to the hilt with books, notebooks and studies. You barely had time for yourself considering how hard and co confusing all Devildom subjects were. 'The steps to the ultimate love potion' ... Wait that's a real thing? 'How to seduce and manipulate the human mind' ..uhm... I'll act as if I didn't just read that.. 'Binding curses for advanced' ...Why just why? Overall it was crazy confusing. A few hours into studying you decided to take a short breath. You sat away from all the books, taking a deep breath and rubbing your temple in frustration. You were going to have the biggest ass headache tomorrow morning and you couldn't do anything about it. Well that's not entirely true. You could use one of the spells that stop any kind of pain in the human body for which you just studied about but... that's if you remember them... There is just no way out of this. Suddenly your phone buzzed which grabbed your attention. You looked at the phone. Asmo's name was on the screen. You smiled briefly and picked up the phone to answer and before you could even say hi you heard Asmo's frustrated voice on the other side.
-"Well you took your sweet, sweet time to answer me, MC. What's keeping you so occupied, hm?" –Your eyes widened briefly. It didn't take you long to answer the phone though? That's when you noticed the six missed calls from the demon of lust, all in the past hour. You froze in place. The only good thing that came out of this is that the missed calls weren't from Lucifer. If they were.. you'd probably end up dead. But other than that everything was a disaster.
-"Asmo, I'm so sorry.. I was busy studying and I didn't notice." –You apologised, hoping the demon would understand but exactly as you feared he didn't budge.
-"You didn't notice? Would that also happen to be the same excuse you'll use for all the times you avoided me this week?" –You could hear the slight hurt in his voice. The way his voice broke at a few words made your heart stop and shatter to tiny pieces. You never meant for this to happen. There was only one rational thing to do.
-"I'll be right there, Asmo. Just give me a second." –You spoke and immediately stood up, walking hurriedly towards the fifth-born's room.
-"If I'm so unimportant to you, why bother?" –You rolled your eyes upon his words. Sure, you understand that he's seeking your attention but it was a bit over the top. Drama queen much? You hung up the phone just as you knocked on his door. But you didn't receive an answer.
-"Asmo, open the door." –You asked in a high voice so he could hear you properly.
-"Would it make such a big difference if I did? Would you care?" –He whined through the door, making you roll your eyes once again.
-"Asmodeus, stop being difficult and open the door. Talk to me. Don't shut me out like this." –You pleaded, hoping the demon would give up the attitude and talk to you openly. After a few long seconds, the door finally opens slightly ajar. You see Asmodeus' tear stained face. All puffy and red. It's not often you see him like this and it gnaws at your heart. You swallow the limb that's been clogging your throat and push open the door.
For the next few minutes you try to reassure the upset demon that he is, in fact important to you. And that you didn't have enough time to catch up with your studies as well as spend time with him but he wasn't having it.
-"Do you even care about me anymore? Am I not your priority any longer?" –He paused to swallow his tears before speaking up again.
-"You don't care about me anymore, right? Am I right? I was just a temporary fling to you?" –He continued but your anger boiled and boiled since he wasn't listening and wasn't even trying to. And that's when you finally snapped.
-"Asmodeus, I command you to shut up!" –You speak loud enough for the command to be executed. Asmodeus stops in his tracks, the direct command preventing him from saying anything else. You feel a fire surge through you. The feeling, the power of commanding a demon and binding him into place with just a few words. Your eyes shine pink-the colour of Asmodeus' sin. They are bright and radiant. Anyone could see how much power you hold over the demon only if they were here to see. But the only one that's with you at the moment is Asmodeus. And he does notice the colour of your eyes and the power in your expression. Suddenly the hurt vanished from his eyes and is replaced with something else. He takes a deep breath and walks towards you slowly, sensually, making your breath stop. You can command the demon of lust but can you command the lust itself?
-"So it is true.. I can see it in your beautiful, radiant eyes... I am in fact important to you.. and not just important... The most important.. your eyes don't shine like that for anyone else.. do they?" –He slowly takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, pulling you towards him until you're pressed against his chest. He leans down, savouring your scent. You could feel his nose slighty brush against the side of your cheek and it sends shivers down your spine. The fifth-born's eyes are burning. You could see the desire in them and he slowly begins guiding you to the bed.
-"If that really is the case.. Prove it to me tonight, sweet, sweet master.. prove it to me until I've had enough of you.." –He pushed you down onto the bed and looms over your, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His hands slide over all your cracks and curves, trying to reveal more and more skin.
-"Those clothes are getting in my way.. I need you au-naturel..." –He speaks and slowly begins taking off your clothes, revealing your bare body to him. Soon enough you're fully nude in front of him and so is he. You didn't even notice when he managed to take off his clothes as well but it didn't matter now. You gripped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss - more desperate than the last few. His fingers travelled down your body reaching your center and digging his fingers inside. He slowly worked on your clit. Caressing ever so slightly. Giving the smallest amount of pleasure. You groan and grind your hips against his hand, hoping to create some more friction and he chuckles.
-"Desperate to be pleased are you? Well now you know how you made me feel the past few days, master.." –He speaks quietly into your ear. A fire burns in your body and every flick of his fingers over your clit makes you tremble and whine, hoping for something more. After a long while he finally inserts a finger inside you. Guiding it in and out, slowly and sensually. You moan and press yourself closer to him. His fingers work on your cunt while his thumb circles your clit and before you know it you were trembling in pleasure. Lost in the feeling of the fifth-born's hand on your pussy. After your powerful orgasm he gently removed his fingers and replaced them with his rock-hard length.
-"The fun hasn't even started, MC.. Were going to be having fun all night long.." –He says and thrusts into you, filling your whole. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out and extended moan. His thrusts are sensual and pleasureable. Hitting all of the right spots inside you. And before you know it you're clenching around him, milking his dick dry. And with that the fun continues into the night.
