I just want to say that my ask box is open and so are my DMs! I’m open to discussing any headcannons or topics about the game! Feel free to ask for scenarios and headcannons as well!
Being in a relationship with Diavolo and Beel, where they are both your subs and you need to handle two huge puppies that are wildly different in showing their affection. While Diavolo is very loud about it, usually hugging, kissing, biting, licking you, even in public, Beel is more into privacy, he uses his physical actions to show his love, carrying your stuff, noticing your moods, hugging you in public only when he feels like it's the absolutely right/necessary thing to do. Everytime you guys have sex, you are constantly being hugged and kissed, they usually grind against your ass or thighs, and may beg to grind against your hand; both Beel and Diavolo have no fear following orders and asking permission, when you play with their bodies, you can see Diavolo being so happy, moaning loud, showing a cute messy but smiling expression, he keeps confessing while squirming when feeling you inside him, while Beel growls and mumbles a lot more, heavy breathing and getting very needy, he tends to have a twisted but very puppy-like face, almost like he is begging to feel you shaping his inside.
Thinking about service top Beel and Diavolo calling their doms master and moaning about how good it feels to have permission to fuck them. Two puppies that can’t stop their hips because they love their doms so much, they just wanna stay like that forever.
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The room's tension could be cut through with a knife. Two men stood glaring at each other from across the dining table fully covered with food, yet none of the seven residents seemed the least bit interested in any of it.
“Belph-”
“No, don’t even think to say my name you rotten scumbag.” A man with heavy bags under his crazed eyes spat out. He stepped around the table as he spoke, towards a taller man with white hair and a brown suit. “Are you really just so desperate to forget what happened to us? What happened to her?”
“You need to step down, Belphegor. This isn’t ideal for any of us.” The gentleman's gaze was steady but to the others around him it was also clearly weary of the one before him. “We have to follow his orders, you know that as much as any of us.”
“I’m not even going to listen to any of this nonsense. He’s a lunatic to think this union would work and even more deranged to think a human would live with us!” Belphegor gripped the top of a chair close by him, snapping the top of the side off. The food of the dinning table long abandoned by the conversation at hand.
“B-Belphie! You can’t s-say that!” Another man in the room whispered with fear in his eyes, wringing his hands under his sweater.
“Ehhh, he’s kind of just saying what’s on all of our minds isn’t he, Asmodeus?” A guy with headphones grumbled before focusing back on the game in his hands.
“I mean...isn’t Diavolo able to listen in on our conversation?” A blond asked scratching the back of his head and looking around the room.
“Yeah, he keeps using that to stop me from pranking him! It’s very inconvenient honestly.” A man with black hair laughed while the blond just turned and glared at him in barely contained wrath.
“Ch...guess we should watch what we say then...damn you Lucifer.” The gamer growled out while the man with jet black hair gasped in shock.
“Me?! Why me Leviathan?!”
“Well maybe it has something to do with your utter lack of compet-”
“Enough.” The last man in the room spoke with a voice that could have frozen an army in an instant, his glare was cold but otherwise he seemed mostly indifferent to everything going on.
“Beelzebub is right, stop your bickering.” The man in a suit sighed pinching between his eyes in frustration. “Now Belphegor, I know this isn’t ideal but-”
“Oh shut it Mammon. I’m just going to fix this myself.” Belphegor turned and stormed towards the door leading out of the dining room.
“Yourself? What are you planning Belphie?” Mammon glared at his retreating form.
“Nothing much, just something that should have been done a long time ago.”
The door slammed closed leaving the rest of the people present in silence.
~~
A last minute change to the plans had caused quite a bit of a stir in the residence of the house of lamentation. Instead of the original singular student they would be giving housing to, Diavolo had thought it might be a better idea for each of the brothers to aid an exchange student themselves. The only real issue with that was there were only 7 real bedrooms in the house and each brother had already taken up 6.
Diavolos solution to this little problem had been the real spark for distress, the brothers could just share rooms with the exchange students. He thought it might be a better way to get to understand them and in turn them understand the brothers and demon culture. While none of the brothers caused any sort of stir on the matter during the meeting with him, as soon as they got back to their home they were all a mess.
Asmodeus had given a meek shriek as he dashed to his room, crying about how uncomfortable it would be to have to share a room with someone else. Satan was doing some sort of breathing exercise off in the corner, clearly feeling anxious about his own personal space being invaded as well. Mammon kept his composure but kept glaring at his bedroom door with disdain. Lucifer just laughed and said how this could all be treated like an extended sleepover, no one was amused. Leviathan was similar to Asmo, yelling about how he couldn't stand the thought of some normie human being in his streams. Beelzebub was quiet, even more than usual, everyone knew he was harboring a great deal of anger over this as well as Belphegor being sent to the human world for the program.
Overall, the house was a mess of emotions and Mammon was just thankful that nothing was being destroyed yet. When the brothers sat down for dinner that night they had all mostly calmed down. While not at all happy with the impending arrivals of their new guests, all of them knew it was futile to try and sway Diavolo when he got a new idea set in his head.
“This is absolute garbage.” Leviathan groaned, dramatically leaning back in his chair with his arm over his eyes. “We seriously have to room with humans? Can’t we just shove them all in the spare or something?”
“I don’t think Diavolo would appreciate us trying to shove six of his exchange students in a single guest room with only one bed.” Mammon leveled a stare at Leviathan. “Unless you want to explain to him why all the exchange students have been sleeping poorly and can’t do their homework properly.”
Leviathan gulped and shook his head, quickly going back to scrolling through his phone. The blond on the other hand was wringing his hands nervously.
“So we have to have those...what were they called again? They look like lamps but they’re for Vitamin D or something?” He asked quietly.
“I don’t think they’re really called anything Satan. They’re supposed to replicate the human realms sunlight though! Isn’t that cool!” Lucifer laughed. “I bet other demons would love to see them. I mean they have Diavolos magic! That’s got to attract some people to at least investigate what it is!”
“It’s not cool Lucifer.” Satan growled out, stabbing the meat on his plate violently. “I have very delicate books and I don’t know how that thing will affect them over time.”
“I don’t think Diavolo would give us something that could damage our belongings.” Asmodeous whispered, just moving his food about his plate, uninterested in eating anything.
“I’ve seen what magic he will be using for the lamps, it’s similar to the kind he uses for the beach. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything being damaged, Satan.”
Satan seemed to go at ease over Mammon’s confirmation and went back to just eating his food. Everything was fairly quiet for the rest of dinner and, after cleaning up their dishes, they all collectively agreed to call it an early night.
Tomorrow was bound to be interesting after all.
~~
“Welcome to the Devildom.” A man with red hair, and a suit to match spoke, confidently from a seat high above. “...Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked, are we?”
Six people with various expressions, though most in confusion and concern, looked up at him. None had the slightest clue what was going on or who anyone else in the room was.
“Well, that’s understandable. You’ve only just arrived, after all.” The man continued.”As humans, it will probably take a little while for you to adjust to things here in the Devildom.”
“The Devildom?” one human asked, crossing their arms and leveling an unimpressed stare at the man in red. The other humans subtly moved closer to the more confident one while cautiously eyeing the other 5 people seated below the man in red.
“Yes, exactly, the Devildom. I see that you catch on quickly. Excellent.” The man clapped his hands together and stood up. “I supposed I should start introducing myself. My name is Diavolo.”
The man appeared in front of all of the humans causing a few of them to gasp and jump back in surprise.
“I am the ruler of all demons, and all here know of me.” His expression was no longer joyful or kind, instead it was one of a very confident leader who would bring down the hammer to anyone who threatened his kingdom. “And someday soon, I will be crowned king of the Devildom.”
“That...seems like a contradictory statement.” Another human muttered as they looked around the room curiously. “To be a ruler but not yet a king, aren’t they the same?”
“Demons is more my question, what kind of roleplaying is going on here?” The confident human whispers back looking more annoyed.
It seems like the human's quiet questions either weren't heard or were ignored completely as the man goes on to explain the Royal Academy of Diavolo, or RAD as he suggests it be referred to. He also explains how the room they are currently in is the assembly hall for RAD where the officers hold meetings.
“I am the president of said council.” He finishes, crossing his arms.
“Choose one occupation please.” The confident human mutters. “Next he’s going to claim he’s the pope or- ack!” The curious human elbowed the confident one to quiet their complaints before looking at Diavolo.
“So why are we all here?”
“That would be where I step in.” A man with tanned skin and white hair stood up from his seat under Diavolos previous seat.
“This is Mammon. He is a demon and the Avatar of Greed.” Diavolo smiled and walked over to stand by the man. “He’s also the vice president of the student council and my right-hand man.” Diavolo gives Mammon a slap on the back. “Beyond that, he’s also a close friend of mine.”
“Diavolo, we need to focus on getting everyone introduced and settled..” Mammon sighed and looked over to the 6 humans with an unreadable expression. “Speaking on behalf of the entire student body I offer you all a heartfelt welcome.”
“I still haven’t had my question answered.” The curious human glared at Mammon. “You’ve both talked a lot but haven’t given much information.”
Mammon stared at the human for a moment before a smirk graced his lips. “...Interesting. Mamo at least is different from Solomon. Lets see if the rest of you can compare.”
The one who had asked the question, now identified as Mamo, had a shocked expression on their face before it quickly morphed into frustration. “Wait, how did you-”
“Diavolo believes that we demons should start strengthening our relationship with both the human world and the Celestial Realm.” Mammon cut Mamo off. “As a first step toward this goal, we’ve decided to institute an exchange program.” A scoff was heard from behind Mammon as a demon with purple hair leaned back on his hands in the chair.
“I’d say put some quotes around ‘we’ve decided’.”
“Leviathan, refrain from interrupting will you?” Mammon sighed and pinched his nose.
“So are we adding dictator to your list of titles or is that a bit on the nose?” The confident human glared over at Diavolo. Before the ruler could say anything Leviathan burst out with laughter.
“Damn Laken, at least I won’t be too bored with you around!”
“How the hell do you know my name, you knock off Nessie?!”
“Nessie? My name is Leviathan you pathetic human!”
“Leviathan is supposed to be a giant sea serpent you look like a damn twink.”
As they had been arguing the two had started walking towards each other clearly frustrated with the other. Mammon quickly stepped in between the two, trying to hold his brother back.
“Twink?! I’m a demon and could wipe your pathetic existence from all three realms!”
“Well wipe your insult book with it too then! So far you’ve only called me pathetic and a human, both of which could easily be attributed to you at the moment. Oh great and powerful Leviathan who looks like he could just be some shut in who lives in his moms basement.”
“Oh fuck you, I do not even have a mom or whatever, I live with my brothers.” He jesters to the group behind him and Mammon.
“I’m sorry you have to support him, I don’t see how he has a job of any sort with this personality.” Laken looked over at the group with a hand on their chest feigning concern. “I’m sure he will find his place in the world soon.”
“Oh you-”
“E-enough!” Mammon pushed Leviathan back to his seat where almost all the brothers were trying to hide their laughter at the argument.
“Why the hell are all of you laughing?!” Leviathan yelled before huffing back in his seat when the light giggling didn’t stop.
Mammon turned back to Laken and the other humans, an amused smirk over his lips. “Back on subject. We sent 2 demons each to the human and celestial realms and welcomed 9 students into our realm. 2 from the celestial realm and 7 from your realm.”
“7? I only see 6 of us.” Mamo said looking around the room. All the demons grimace a bit.
“Yes, 7. Solomon is the other exchange student but he came earlier.” Mammon explained.
“Must be a swell guy for you to pull that kind of face.” Laken said.
“I’d prefer not to discuss that matter. You all have been chosen to participate in our exchange program. Your period of stay will be one year and you will have to work on the tasks assigned to you at RAD. At the end of the year you each will have to write a paper about your exchange here in the Devildom.” Mammon turned to go sit down in his seat. Diavolo had already returned to his previous seat and was just observing the conversation.
“Tasks?” two of the humans said at the same time before looking at each other. “Jinx...double jinx...triple jinx…” this goes on for a bit longer while the demons all look on confused as to what the humans are doing.
“Yes um...tasks. You are all exchange students so you will be expected to complete assignments throughout the year.” Mammon explained going back to the other humans.
“Ha! I won!” One of the humans lightly punched the other in the shoulder.
“Aw, well that was fun at least.”
“What was that all about?” Asmodeus asks Satan who just shrugs.
“But don’t fret humans, we are all here to assist you with your tasks. Each of you has been assigned to one of us to look after you and make sure you survive the year.” Mammon jesters to his brothers and himself. “Though we are missing...Lucifer…”
All the humans froze at that name, even if they didn’t quite recognize Mammon or Leviathan it would be hard to know have at least heard of Lucifer. Mammon quickly hands out cell phones that he calls DDD’s and explains how all of the brothers contact information is set up in the devices. Mammon instructs one human to call Lucifer on their phone, though the human grows pale at the prospect of it.
“Ah so that’s why you’ve all been so quiet the last few minutes.” Mammon sighs. “I assure you Lucifer is much different than the stories you’ve heard on him, though whether that’s a good or a bad thing is up for debate.”
“How reassuring.” The human mumbled as they hit the dial button. The phone rang for a few moments before a groggy voice answered it.
“Yeah? Who is it?”
“Uh...my name’s Luka? I was told to call you?”
“Luka...like the human?”
“...yes?”
“Shit what? I thought that was later on in the day.”
“Um…” The human looked up at Mammon as they listened to some shuffling on the other side of the line. “He sounds like he just woke up maybe?”
Mammon gave a growl and snatched the phone from Luka’s hand and put it up to his ear. A colorful string of threats was said in a variety of languages before he handed the phone back to Luka, the call ended.
“He’ll be here shortly, until then I suppose each of us should introduce ourselves to the humans we are watching over.”
All the brothers stood up and walked up to the humans and began introducing themselves.
“As you already know, my name is Mammon. I’m the Avatar of Greed and I’ll be looking after you throughout your stay here.” Mammon stuck out his hand which Mamo shook.
“And as you know I’m Mamo. I’m still confused as to why each of us specifically was chosen for this program, I don’t recall signing up for any of this. Do my college credits at least transfer?”
“You question things a lot don’t you?” Mammon smirked.
“And you seem to have a knack for avoiding answers.” Mamo quipped back. Mammon laughed and explained that he would tell her more once they got back to the house.
Leviathan walked up to Laken and both just glared at each other.
“You can not be serious.” Laken said.
“You think I want this either?” Leviathan growled back.
“At least you’re still in your realm! I didn’t even get a chance to grab my drawing pad or any of my games!” Laken threw their hands up in the air in frustration.
“Oh boo hoo, I’m having to give up precious space in my room for your ungrateful ass so suck it up.”
“Your room? Don’t tell me we’re going to have to share.” Lakens hands dropped by their side as they looked at Leviathan in confusion.
“We are and I hate it.” Leviathan threw his head back with a groan and muttering about how he had to move all his collectables around to make space.
“Well I guess we are going to have to learn to get along huh Nessie?”
“Will you stop calling me that? My name is Leviathan, Avatar of Jealousy.”
“I feel like Avatar of shut-ins would be more fitting.”
“I’m going to make sure to play all my video game music loudly to make sure you don’t sleep.”
“Joke’s on you, that’s what I sleep to anyways.” Laken mumbled as they followed Leviathan out the door, presumably to the house.
Satan had started up an engaging conversation with one of the humans about their favorite kinds of rocks.
“Oh personally I love bismuth! The rainbows are so pretty on top of the cubic pattern!” The human smiled.
“I agree, though I think black opals are prettier just because you get so many rainbows at once.” Satan laughed.
“Oh! I haven’t even introduced myself, sorry. My name is Saku, nice to meet you!” Saku stuck their hand out which Satan was quick to grab and shake.
“Nice to meet you Saku. I’m glad I’m getting a nice human to hang out with. My name is Satan and I’m the Avatar of Wrath!”
Saku blinked a few times and tilted their head. “Humans sure have a lot of stories wrong then huh? Also you don’t seem very wrathful, I’d describe you as bubbly if anything.”
Satan sighed and hung his head. “If you’re referring to how humans like to lump Lucifer and I’s name together then yes, you all have it very wrong. I am nothing like that utter imbecile! He is a pathetic waste of space and I hate him more than words can describe.”
As he spoke his anger grew more and more apparent and Saku could have sworn he saw a flicker of some kind of feathery scarf around the others neck. Just as quickly as his anger came though it dissipated into a pleasant smile.
“But I appreciate that you think I’m more bubbly than wrathful! I do try to be friendly!”
Saku just gave a small laugh and patted Satans shoulder who looked confused as to why the other was laughing. The two started up their rock discussion again as they made their way out the door.
Asmodeus was standing nervously near another human fidgeting with his sweater.
“So um...what’s a jinx?”
“Huh? Oh! You mean that game I was playing with them?” The human pointed to Saku and Asmodeus nodded. “It’s a game you play when you say the same thing as someone else at the same time. You both just say jinx as many times as you can and whoever is the slowest loses.”
“O-oh...humans are strange.”
“I agree.”
Both stood in a bit of an awkward silence before the human turned to Asmodeus again and stuck their hand out.
“Well um...I’m Aero? I like your sweater, it looks cute on you.”
“Ehh? Oh um...thank you…” Asmodeus hid their face behind his hands and shook his head. “Ahh um...my name is Asmodeus. I’m the Avatar of L-Lust.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you Asmodeus!” Aero took their hand back, getting the feeling the other wasn’t one to like being touched too much. “Can you tell me a bit about some of the courses I’ll be taking? Also Mammon and Diavolo both mentioned something about everyone being demons? I’d love to know more about that if you’re willing to share!”
Asmodeus stared intensely in their eyes for a few quick seconds before a confused look came over his face. He just nodded and quietly started explaining some of the different aspects of RAD to Aero as the two left the room.
Beelzebub was just...staring down at his human who seemed to be growing more and more uncomfortable by the moment. Neither had said a thing to the other for a few minutes and it took Diavolo finally coming down to start a conversation between the two.
“Bean right?” The human nodded to Diavolo as he motioned to Beelzebub. “This is Beelzebub, he’s the Avatar of Gluttony and also a star player on our fangol team!”
“Fangol?” Bean questioned looking up at Beelzebub questioningly.
“It’s similar to rugby.” Beelzebub said before walking towards the doors.
“O-oh…” Bean whispered and quickly followed him when Diavolo gently pushed them towards the door.
“I’m here! Don’t kill me!” Lucifer burst through the door just as Beelzebub was leaving and nearly knocked Bean over. Bean was pushed into Beelzebub and quickly apologized to the other before finally making their way back to the house.
“Lucifer, late as always I see.” Diavolo sighed as he stood next to the last human. “You’re in charge of them. Remember, if anything happens to them I’ll personally make sure you feel their pain tenfold, understood?”
“Yuuuuup! Haha!” Lucifer walked over to the human with a giant smile on his face. “My name is Lucifer, Avatar of Pride!”
“Ah yup...just like the stories.” The human laughed while Diavolo chuckled from some ways behind them. “My name is Luka.”
“Sweet! Now that that’s out of the way let’s go. I have to meet up with some people in...well I think I was supposed to meet up with them 15 minutes ago but I’m sure they can wait.” Lucifer grabbed the humans hand and just about dragged them out the room with Diavolo yelling at him to remember that they are human.
All the humans thought that this was certainly an interesting way to start their day.
but like who started the idea that fanfiction writers are somehow bothered by enthusiasm for their work???? cause i see posts all the time like “do writers really want to talk with us about their fics? Do writers really want long comments? I dont want to bother them” and i just think its absolutely ridiculous????
ofc i want to talk to you about it, and would love to hear you go on about it. i took time out of my real life to write this stuff down so we could all share these characters!!! the idea that you’re bothering a fanfiction writer, a fellow nerd, is absolutely crazy
Personally I attribute at least part of this to the shift of fandom onto Tumblr platform. Because of the way Tumblr works, multiple replies and reactions can get cluttered and overwhelming really fast, so leaving replies and feedback can be awkward. I have actually seen ‘tumblr etiquette’ posts going around scolding people for adding commentary onto posts when they reblog it! Actually discouraging people from reacting and adding their own words! If any of this attitude spills over onto fanfic posts and reblogs, no wonder readers are shy about adding their own words to an author’s posts.
Dear fans on tumblr:
WE, THE AUTHORS, REALLY WANT TO HEAR YOUR COMMENTS.
No. No no no. Why couldn’t he just be happy? Why couldn’t Lucifer just let him have this moment?
“What makes you think you can just tell me where to go? I think Satan should choose whether I leave or not.”
“He’ll kill you.”
“Everyone keeps saying that but I’m right here and perfectly fine.”
What was this human doing? Why weren’t they just going with Lucifer? Shouldn’t they just walk away with him?
“Human, this isn’t for discussion. Satan let them go.”
“Lucifer, I am fine. Just leave us be. I think you’re making him angry again.”
“How can you possibly know what he is feeling?”
“He’s shaking.”
What was going on? Why were they willing to stay? Why weren’t they running away? Why did they care so much?
“Lucifer, leave. I won’t hurt them.”
“How can you be sure? You’ve lashed out for much less than this.”
“Stop underestimating him, if he says he won’t then just believe him.”
“I’m not risking the exchange program on a watery promise human.”
He wouldn’t hurt them, he promises. Just let him have this. Just for once let him be happy.
Please.
“Please...Lucifer leave.”
“What? Begging now? Thought you were too stubborn for that.”
“Lucifer stop, you’re making it worse.”
“Human, will you just get over here already.”
He’ll be good. He wants to be better than the wrath coursing through his veins. He wants to be better than the man before him.
“Please...please please please.”
“What do you think your pleading is going to accomplish?”
“Will you just leave us be already?”
“Not until you come with me.”
Satan suddenly fell forward clutching the human tight against his chest. A loud sob broke through his lips. He didn’t hear anything the other two said and started screaming when he felt a tugging on his arms. It wasn’t until he felt a soft petting on his hair that he slowly came back to reality.
It was the human. They were talking so softly to him, gentle as if he was just a frightened cat. Satan began relaxing a bit, slowly easing his iron grip on the human in his arms.
“I’m sorry...I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.”
“Hey, it’s okay. You were just scared right?”
Was that it? Was he scared? Is this what fear felt like?
“Scared…”
“Yeah, just a little scared right? It’s okay. Nothings going to happen. I promise.”
“Scared…”
He couldn’t sense Lucifer at all, in fact his door was closed and seemed to be blocked by some barrier.
“What...what happened?”
“Well...you fell on me and when Lucifer tried to pull you off me you kind of sent him flying through the door and closed it. I don’t imagine he will be very happy later.”
“I sent him...flying…”
“Yeah, honestly it was pretty impressive. I didn't know you could throw a person out the door that quickly! Magic is weird.”
Satan tried to contain his laughter but a small chuckle left him nonetheless. Soon the two of them were giggling about how silly the situation seemed, knowing that both of them would surely get a long lecture from Lucifer. A lecture that both would certainly giggle more about later. For now though the two agreed that the world could wait a minute and let them just enjoy this moment.
For now, Satan just wanted to feel safe in the fact that Lucifer couldn’t take this moment away from him.
The man had made him and taken everything from him. This is how he saw Lucifer, he was everything he loathed about himself, wholly created from wrath and anger that Lucifer simply discarded, a pressure that finally burst forth into a being that had no meaning. A person with no personality.
“He’s so much like you.” People would say to Lucifer when Satan was younger.
“Well that is to be expected, he was part of me.” Lucifer would explain with such pride.
“How stubborn, just like you Lucifer.” People would complain when he was frustrated as an adolescent.
“It’s quite annoying if I’m being honest.” Lucifer would mutter with such arrogance.
“So intelligent! He must get it from his father.” People would whisper behind his back.
These little comments built over time. No matter how many things he tried, how much he learned in any subject, how mastered he would become in spells and potions, everything he did would be attributed to a man who didn’t even want him. A man that would constantly hold his position above him over his head in any form he could.
It was painful, a constant rage towards a man he could never even touch let alone kill. He wanted to be free, to finally just be a person, he didn’t even think of his personality as his own, just some fragmented part of Lucifers that he had broken off and thrown away.
Just let him go.
He’d tried begging in the beginning, in his own way.
“Who am I?” He’d question when he first started speaking.
“You are Satan.” The brothers would reply, thinking his small mind couldn’t comprehend the horrid truth of his existence.
“What am I?”
That question was always met with an awkward silence before someone would just reply: “A demon.”
Even as a child he knew he was the odd one out of the brothers, they told stories of the celestial realm and a woman named Lillith. While he was treated as a brother by most of them, Lucifer always seemed to find a way to treat him perpetually as a child.
When he first started getting introduced into Devildoms society he could never get out from the long shadow Lucifer cast. He had little reason to hope that a student from the exchange program would treat him any differently than the demons of Devildom.
“Hello, how are you today?”
“I had the highest grade in my potions class for the last test, I’m pretty happy about that.”
“You’ve always been good at potions haven’t you? Wish I had that much talent!” They’d laugh.
He was perpetually waiting for the day they’d compare him and Lucifer, it was bound to happen eventually.
“Gah! You’re so stubborn sometimes!” They’d playfully whine at him when he teased that he wouldn’t study with them without a promise or a deal.
“What can I say, I see a chance to make a deal and I’ll take it.”
“Okay what if I help you out on cooking duty? I’ve been wanting to learn some of your recipes anyways.”
Maybe they didn’t know? Could they possibly be so oblivious to those around them that they couldn’t see the similarities between him and Lucifer? Everyone else could see them.
“Woah! What is that?”
“Just an old alchemy machine. Built it a few decades ago.” He said in passing, he was focused on his book, not the strange antics of the human in his room.
“You built this? You’re ridiculously smart, you know that right?” They looked right at him, fully focused on him. On only him.
“So I’ve been told.” He laughed a bit sadly.
Maybe they were just too stupid to understand who they were around. Their ignorance was solely because of their obliviousness, not an actual recognition of differences.
“Satan was one apart of Lucifer. He burst forth as Lucifers bottled up wrath towards God. I guess you could say that Lucifer is Satan's dad, though it’s not surprising since they act so similar.” Satan overheard in the halls one day.
This was it, the moment the human would finally just join in with everyone else and treat him like a mini Lucifer.
“Really? I wouldn’t have ever guessed. They’re so different, I can’t see them being the same person.”
Stop being ignorant human, stop giving him hope, stop being oblivious.
“You live with them don’t you, surely you’ve noticed how closely they act.”
Just agree.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Lucifer pull a prank or build a machine for the hell of it so I have to disagree.”
Lucifer had come into his bedroom at one point. He’d missed a few days of classes and the eldest was wondering just what the blond was up to.
The room he was greeted with took him by surprise. He was used to the disastrous state of the room but it seemed particularly bad. The typical flying books were whipping about with exceeding frenzy while the piles seemed to have doubled in size, teetering and threatening to fall over on any unfortunate guest.
“What are you doing?”
“Leave. I don’t want to see you.”
“You’re just going to bury yourself in all this mess?”
“It’ll be more bearable than what the alternatives are at the moment. Leave.”
It was a few hours later that a soft knocking was heard at the door. None of his brothers would be stupid enough to try and talk to him, certainly Lucifer had informed them of his currently state, over exaggerating how dangerous he was like he always does. Like they all do.
“Satan? Can I come in please?”
It was you. Why were you here?
“No. Stay out.”
Please don’t leave him. Don’t leave him. It hurts to think you’re comparing him to Lucifer. What does he even want from you?
“Okay. Can I just sit here at the door? I just don’t like the thought of you being alone like this.”
Why do you even care? Why don’t you just go running to Lucifer or any of his other brothers, they’re more a person than the thing he is.
“I don’t care. Just stay out.”
Does he really want that though? Of course he does but does he? He doesn’t even make sense to himself. He hates this human.
“I will!”
There was a small laugh in your voice, did you really find this so funny?
“Just know I’ll listen if you need me to.”
“Why?”
“Because I can tell you need the company? I don’t know what has caused you to be so upset but I do know that you don’t deserve to be alone through whatever it is.”
What’s caused him to be so upset? It was the humans fault he was like this. This dumb human couldn’t just comform and see him like how everyone else saw him. This dumb oblivious human couldn’t just see that he wasn’t a person like the rest of them.
“You. You’ve upset me as you put it.”
“Huh? Can I ask what I did? Maybe it’s just a case of miscommunication?”
“No. I heard you loud and clear. You’re just a dumbass.”
“Well that’s a bit harsh. I may not be the brightest bulb but I certainly don’t think I’m a dumbass!”
There was that dumb laugh again. He hated it so much. He hated how open and friendly they were acting. He hated them.
“Are you just blind then? Willfully ignorant? I knew humans were oblivious but you seem to be holding the first place spot.”
“I still have no idea what I said though.”
“It’s more a matter of what you refuse to do.”
“And what’s that? I’ll do it if I’m okay with it.”
No...no he didn’t want them to compare him to Lucifer. If they start thinking about it they’ll see just how similar they are. How much better Lucifer is. They’ll leave.
“Just shut up.”
“Uh-uh. You said I need to do something. Tell me what it is.”
“No shut up.”
“I can be just as stubborn Satan. I’m not leaving until you spill what I need to do.”
Why wouldn’t they just drop this? Just stop...please...don’t make him have hope.
“Just...you can’t laugh, got it? It’s pissing me off.”
“Full serious mode engaged.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I, now tell me what I need to do.”
This is stupid. This stupid human wouldn’t just leave him be. Why did he have to get stuck in a house with such a nosey pest.
“Tell me, how do you see Lucifer and I?”
“Eh? Lucifer and you?”
“Yes. Just...how would you describe each of us?”
“Well that’s a tough one! Give me a second to think.”
Tough? Why would it be tough? It’s easy, just describe Lucifer and you’ve described a better him. He’s the chaotic wrathful being who doesn’t even have a damn personality.
“Well starting with Lucifer I’d say he’s pretty arrogant. I get that he has a lot on his plate but he’s letting himself just walk around with a stick up his butt for no reason. I wouldn’t say he’s a bad person but he definitely needs a break. He’s pretty organized though so I’ll give him that. Wish he’d crack a joke for once in his life.”
“And me?”
“Funny and witty. You’re always cracking me up with your clever comebacks and wisecracks. I can always count on you to make me laugh when something gets too serious. You’re also really playful? Like you love teasing your brothers. Also I’d describe you as a prodigy who is aware he is a prodigy and wants to show it off.”
Funny. This stupid human just found him funny. How pathetic. At least they called Lucifer arrogant.
“I guess I would also say Lucifer needs more hobbies. You have what looks like a million but I really don’t know what Lucifer does in his free time. Have you ever tried teaching him anything?”
“Teaching him something? Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know, just to teach him? I like helping people learn so maybe I’m just weird.”
“You’re very weird.”
“Agreement has been achieved.”
“You sound like Leviathan.”
“I’ve been getting that a lot. I wouldn’t say it’s a bad thing though. He’s pretty cool.”
“Leviathan. Cool? I really can’t see how.”
“Ever seen him code? It’s weirdly mesmerizing.”
This was weird. What was this human trying to achieve?
“Oof!”
They came spilling through the door that had been opened by a stray strand of magic. Maybe his subconscious had opened the door?
“Uh, little bit of warning next time?”
“Get out, I’ll kill you.”
“Don’t think Diavolo would like that too much. Man, your room is a wreck, where even are you?”
“I said leave.”
“I can’t leave you in here like this. These books look like they could fall at any second, you could get hurt.”
His tail whipped around beside him as he stared in the direction the human was. They were just sitting prey. He could just kill them or throw them out.
Why couldn’t he bring himself to?
“You’re being stupid.”
“That makes two of us. You’re trying to just stay in here. At least let me sit next to you or something.”
“And why would I agree to that?”
“I don’t know, maybe for the company. I don’t think you’d be entertaining this conversation if you didn’t want some kind of company.”
Leave. Leave leave leave. He was going to kill you. He was upset and always ended up hurting the people around him.
He didn’t want you to be scared of him.
“Ah there you are! Woah, I love the tail.”
“I’ll kill you.”
“I seem very much alive right now so I think in the long run I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll eat you.”
“Beel threatened me with that earlier too, do you guys just have a preference for humans or something? What do we even taste like? Chicken?”
“Why do you even want to know that information?”
“You say strange threats and I ask strange questions. Balances out the strangeness.”
The human was so close now, sitting next to him on the bed. They didn’t seem scared of him at all, if anything they kept looking at his horns and tail before settling on his face. Just analysing him, as if they were only curious about him.
“Do you want a hug?”
“A...why would I want that?”
“Well you’re crying but I don’t want to make you more upset by touching you without asking. Some people don’t really like hugs.”
Crying? When did he start crying? Why was he crying?
“Hey, do you want to vent? I get it, sometimes you just need to yell about your problems and stuff yeah? I usually write everything down and then burn the paper, but if you just need to yell at me I can take it!”
Yell? No he didn’t want that. Why couldn’t he get the tears to stop? His vision was so blurry now.
“Satan?” They slowly reached out and put a hand on top of his, just gently rubbing the back of it. “Please, tell me what I can do?”
“I...I…” He took a deep breath. “Just...why?”
“Why?”
“Why don’t you see him in me?”
There. There he said it. Now they couldn’t avoid saying that he and Lucifer were the same person.
“You mean Lucifer right?”
He could only nod.
“Well you aren’t anything like him so it’s a bit hard for me to say I see him in you.”
“We were once the same person. That doesn’t just go away.”
“Well I guess not but I honestly don’t see you and him as the same person. You two are much too different to be the same.”
Satan didn’t know what to do with himself. He was internally fighting a bunch of urges he’d never dealt with before. What was happening to him. What was this human doing to him?
Did he like it?
“Why? Why are you here? Why do you care? Do you find this funny? My pain a simple amusement to your mortal eyes?”
The questions were spilling out of him faster than he could think to stop them. He hadn’t been this confused on anything in a long while. Every answer he’d wanted in the past had an answer, why weren’t you giving him an answer?
“Well I care because you’re clearly hurting. Lucifer said not to disturb you because you were having some sort of episode but I just didn’t think that was a good idea. I don’t like seeing you upset.”
They brought his hand up to their chest and held it tight.
“I don’t want you to be alone if you're in pain, you don’t deserve that.”
“I’m a demon. Your kind would consider me a monster, a beast. Why don’t you just run?”
“To be honest I am a bit scared but it’s not really of you. It’s more just a constant fear of this place in general.”
There was that dumb laugh again.
“But when I’m with y’all I can’t help but feel a bit more at ease.”
“Even now?”
“Yes, even now. You’re not some savage blindly killing people Satan. To me you’re not just a demon.”
The books that were flying around the room fell to the ground and the teetering towers collapsed around them but neither were in the way of any of them. The human looked started and let out a small squeak of surprise, jumping a bit closer to Satan who hadn’t taken his eyes off them. His expression was unreadable but the human could tell it wasn’t threatening, just curious maybe.
“Satan?’
“What am I?”
“What?”
“What am I?”
He’d asked this question so many times when he was younger. A curious question that was really a plea for an explanation for his existence, a meaning besides just a wrathful being.
“You’re a person Satan, a very strong and powerful person, but a person nonetheless.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well I think it means you get to be whoever you want.”
“Whoever I want…”
Satans eyes shifted to a spot somewhere above the humans head, concentrating on something. Suddenly they pulled the human close and wrapped his arms around them.
“Wanted that hug after all?”
“Shut up.”
“Didn’t take you for such a cuddler.”
“You’re annoying.”
“Not the worst thing to be.”
Satan laughed softly before squeezing the human a bit closer to him. He didn’t notice how his tail had also begun weaving its way around them until they started poking at it.
“Is the tip poisonous? Like scorpions?”
“Well you’ll know if you die in about 30 minutes wont you?”
“Oh ha ha. Wise ass.”
“Seems to be one of my defining characteristics.”
The two chatted back and forth like that for a bit. It was easy. This was nice. It was peaceful.
Satan was...happy.
“Human. I thought I told you to stay away from here.”
In the door staring down with barely hidden concern was Lucifer.
Of course. How could Satan forget. Lucifer was here to take away what little he had, couldn’t even get a whole hour of peace.
“Yeah but I felt like the company might serve him well.”
“You need to not be so nosey human.”
“Well so far it seems to be helping more than hurting.”
So the all of the boys we have met really are just rich. The only one who isn’t is probably Mammon but even he is only in debt due to some of his strange spending habits.
So this is just a silly little thought about how the boys might react to an MC who isn’t very rich at all and has habits to save money.
Clothes:
While they all take decent care of their clothes they also tend to just throw them out if a hole is made or a stain appears. Belphie might keep his longer out of sheer laziness but it’s not like he’s trying to fix any of the issues with his clothes he’s just too lazy to go get more.
MC probably has a small sewing kit and some tricks to get stains out of just about any fabric. The brothers try to throw clothes away and Mc swoops in your save the lightly used fabric from the garbage. They also have a small collection of patches and fabric strips that they give to Levi if he needs extra material for his cosplays. All the saved clothes get returned to the brothers who are very confused as to how the holes all got patched up and WHY MC would bother patching them.
This spills over into Purgatory Hall when MC learns Solomon keeps ruining his clothes in different disasters. The issue is the word disaster clearly has different meanings to everyone because MC just about loses it when they learn that the “disastrous” state of his clothes is just some tears and some small spots where a potion spilled.
All the boys confront MC at some point about why they keep fixing their clothes and MC just explains that they find it wasteful to throw the fabrics away when they could easily be repaired and maintained. They’re all mildly impressed but don’t say anything, though there is a distinct lack of clothes being thrown away after everything is done and some even come to MC for repairs.
Food/Soaps/Jewelry/Bedding:
So when MC first got there no one really paid attention to what they were buying for themselves. The brothers simply didn’t care because it’s just some human. As they get to know MC more though they start to pay attention and realize that MC isn’t exactly buying the highest quality in anything. I imagine Lucifer might be the first to actually say something.
MC: I think I want to get some hot coco.
Lucifer: Yes that doesn’t sound nice. Some milk and cream with coco powder- What are you doing?
MC: *holding up a box of instant hot coco* This is what I usually get. Just add some hot water and it’s okay.
Lucifer: *internally screaming at how terrible that sounds compared to what he was imagining* Do you...not know how to make hot coco?
MC: *laughing* Oh I know! It’s just more expensive than this.
Lucifer makes sure to accompany them on their grocery shopping trips and tries to get them to be a bit more open to buying more expensive cuts of meat or cheeses. He just wants them to enjoy some of the nicer things they feel comfortable indulging in.
Asmodeous probably has a heart attack when he realizes MC is just buying the most affordable shampoos and body washes. Poor boy isn’t able to comprehend that MC doesn’t want to drop 100’s of dollars on soaps.
Asmo: But look at how many harsh chemicals are in there MC! Your poor hair isn’t going to feel healthy at all!
MC: I mean...it gets my hair clean yeah? So it’s fine.
Asmo: At least get a body scrub! They help make your skin feel so soft!
MC: Is there one not quite as expensive? The one in your hand is a bit more than I expected.
Asmo: ...I don’t know what’s in the cheaper ones though. They probably don’t have as much moisturizer.
MC: Soooo I don’t need it?
Asmo: *screeching because he doesn’t know how to convey what the issue is*
Asmo takes time to find more affordable products that at least have a similar quality to his high end taste. He doesn’t like it but he does know he can’t force MC to buy the products he would normally use.
Mammon is VERY confused when MC is looking at jewelry of some kind but it’s like glass or shiny plastic instead of actual crystals or diamonds.
MC: Oh these charms are cool! Look there’s a crow!
Mammon: I mean...I guess? They aren’t real crystals or anything though. Looks like hard plastic.
MC: Eh? Why does that matter? *laughing* I’m just window shopping anyways.
Mammon: Window shopping?
MC: You know? When you’re just looking around but not actually going to buy?
Mammon: But if you want it why not just get it?
MC: These charms are each more expensive than my average meal! I can’t just drop that kind of money on little trinkets!
He’s probably the most understanding about all of it since he gets not having money. The realization that MC doesn’t actively seek out anything remotely expensive turns him to trying to save up more money to get them nice things.
Leviathan is probably the one to make MC the most uncomfortable with his spending habits. He is known to spend egregious amounts of money on things that don’t have an actual function aside from just being part of a collection. MC on the other hand will buy little knock off things like key chains or stickers because they don’t want to spend so much on the official merchandise but they still like whatever show or game it is. MC also knows how to make their own cosplays and repurpose things for props and accessories.
MC: *showing Leviathan some cute little charm from Pokemon or something* I love this one it’s so cute. I wanted to get the set but that was quite a bit more!
Leviathan: *sees it and knows immediately that it’s knock off and not even close to official merch* The colors aren’t even close! Look it doesn’t even look like the original character!
MC: I mean it’s pretty close. Maybe it’s just hard to make that color?
Levi: Why not just get the official merch?? It’s much better quality
MC: But the official is ten times more expensive. I think this looks close enough.
Levi: ...okay look I THINK I have an extra set with that character in it.
MC: ...extra set??
Levi: Well I buy more than one so I can sell them later.
MC: More than one??????
Leviathan makes it a goal of his to get MC whatever merch he can for their interests. He doesn’t like the idea that MC just settles for lower quality stuff just because they don’t think they should buy it. This is HIS Henry after all, only the best quality for them.
Satan also struggles hard trying to understand MCs spending habits. He prefers to get new books when he can as he doesn’t like the idea of buying a used book that someone ruined (ie. the corners have small bends or there’s a pencil mark in them, he has high standards for his books lol). The only exception he has is older books that are limited quantity. He gets frustrated when he sees MC carrying books around that look like they’ve been through hell and back in his eyes. He initially thinks MC is the one ruining their own books.
Satan: Really? The semester started a week ago and your books already look this bad?
MC: Bad? I thought I got a good deal on them.
Satan: Well when you bend the corners like that of course they look bad. Is that a coffee stain? Really?
MC: What? We haven’t even gotten to these sections yet. I’m not sure what you’re issue with my books is.
Satan: Well why are the pages all bent here of you haven’t gotten to these sections yet? Are you just incapable of taking care of your stuff?
MC: Maybe it was the previous owner? I take care of my stuff, don’t even try and pull that card.
Satan: ...previous owner? Like you’ve just gone and bought a used book? Why?
MC: Well actually it’s a rental, it was cheaper than-
Satan: RENTAL?!
Satan then insists that he buys MC all new books despite their protests. He isn’t going to sit around and let them use older books if it can be helped though he does start to understand why MC doesn’t mind used books when they show them places with discounted or even free textbooks and PDFs. It’s kind of handy to not have to pay a large sum for a physical copy when he can just have a free PDF of an older version on his laptop.
Beelzebub starts questioning what the humans habits are when he takes them shopping in place of Lucifer and sees them picking up instant noodles and coffee. He may be willing to eat almost anything but even he knows that stuff doesn’t taste the best and can’t be the healthiest for them.
Beelzebub: What about this brand? It’s got those little veggies in it.
MC: But it’s three times the price. I can just chop up some chives and put it in this for cheaper.
Beel: Why does the price matter?
MC: I don’t like spending too much if I can help it. Oh! They have frozen pizzas!
Beel: *increasingly concerned about the humans poor eating habits*
Beel probably starts taking them out to restaurants more or trying to rope them into cooking with him. He isn’t sure if they just don’t know what good food looks like or what their deal is so he’s just going to try and show them and hope they get the hint. He does avoid eating anything healthy they bought, like yogurts or frozen fruit.
Belphegor. King of sleep. Ruler of comfort. The one you know KNOWS how to take a good nap. He is absolutely pissed when he sees MCs room for the first time, most importantly their bed. The pillows look awful and the sheets are the cheapest ones you can get at the store. He confronts his brothers about the humans poor sleeping arrangements to which they all say “it’s what they chose when they first got here.”
Belphie: No. Unacceptable. Throw it away.
MC: You’re being ridiculous, I’m not throwing my pillows away.
Belphie: They don’t even have a shape they’re so flat! You have no comfort standards!
MC: My bed is comfy!
Belphie: The only comfortable part is the mattress which is also the only thing you didn’t choose.
MC: What’s wrong with the rest of it?!
Belphie: Those sheets are scratchy, the blanket is thinner than a piece of paper, those pillows look sadder than a kicked puppy, do I really need to go on?
MC: You’re being completely unreasonable.
Belphie drags Asmo and Mammon to the store to get MC a whole new bed set and even insists on getting them a new mattress. MC gets barred from their room for a few days until everything is set up. Belphie cares, he just wants MC to be comfortable, it’s important to him that MC sleeps well.
Overall I think the boys will learn to be a little more accepting of MCs habits. They also become increasingly more aware of how much richer they are than them and try to make MC as comfortable as they can.
*bounces a bit on her heels* Me too! I had the perfect spot for them in my hometown, I’m excited to see one again!
*looks at the two game pads by the fort charging* Hope you don’t mind but I took your pad and charged it? I thought maybe we could play some games while we wait for the show to start?
I have many ways of obtaining the necessary comforts for a pillow fort.
...we may have a few angry brothers on our hands but as far as they know someone else has stolen their pillows and they have no way of proving that these aren’t all just my pillows. We get to enjoy the comfort and the sweet sounds of chaos.
*laughs and lays down as well, putting your game pad on your head* What’s your most chaotic memory? I’ve heard stories of some of the things you and your brothers got into before I arrived.
Aww well at least it’s fixed now. *pokes cheek* The duck prank reminds me of a comedian who filled his roommates bathroom slowly with ducks. When the roommate complained the compromise was that he could keep a single duck. The comedian agreed and decided that his single duck would be a giant inflatable duck in the bathroom, it took the whole room up.
*looks up at the stars that are starting to peak through the skylight above*
*bounces a bit on her heels* Me too! I had the perfect spot for them in my hometown, I’m excited to see one again!
*looks at the two game pads by the fort charging* Hope you don’t mind but I took your pad and charged it? I thought maybe we could play some games while we wait for the show to start?
I have many ways of obtaining the necessary comforts for a pillow fort.
...we may have a few angry brothers on our hands but as far as they know someone else has stolen their pillows and they have no way of proving that these aren’t all just my pillows. We get to enjoy the comfort and the sweet sounds of chaos.
*laughs and lays down as well, putting your game pad on your head* What’s your most chaotic memory? I’ve heard stories of some of the things you and your brothers got into before I arrived.
Aww well at least it’s fixed now. *pokes cheek* The duck prank reminds me of a comedian who filled his roommates bathroom slowly with ducks. When the roommate complained the compromise was that he could keep a single duck. The comedian agreed and decided that his single duck would be a giant inflatable duck in the bathroom, it took the whole room up.
*looks up at the stars that are starting to peak through the skylight above*
*bounces a bit on her heels* Me too! I had the perfect spot for them in my hometown, I’m excited to see one again!
*looks at the two game pads by the fort charging* Hope you don’t mind but I took your pad and charged it? I thought maybe we could play some games while we wait for the show to start?
I have many ways of obtaining the necessary comforts for a pillow fort.
...we may have a few angry brothers on our hands but as far as they know someone else has stolen their pillows and they have no way of proving that these aren’t all just my pillows. We get to enjoy the comfort and the sweet sounds of chaos.
*laughs and lays down as well, putting your game pad on your head* What’s your most chaotic memory? I’ve heard stories of some of the things you and your brothers got into before I arrived.
Aww well at least it’s fixed now. *pokes cheek* The duck prank reminds me of a comedian who filled his roommates bathroom slowly with ducks. When the roommate complained the compromise was that he could keep a single duck. The comedian agreed and decided that his single duck would be a giant inflatable duck in the bathroom, it took the whole room up.
*looks up at the stars that are starting to peak through the skylight above*
*bounces a bit on her heels* Me too! I had the perfect spot for them in my hometown, I’m excited to see one again!
*looks at the two game pads by the fort charging* Hope you don’t mind but I took your pad and charged it? I thought maybe we could play some games while we wait for the show to start?
I have many ways of obtaining the necessary comforts for a pillow fort.
...we may have a few angry brothers on our hands but as far as they know someone else has stolen their pillows and they have no way of proving that these aren’t all just my pillows. We get to enjoy the comfort and the sweet sounds of chaos.
*laughs and lays down as well, putting your game pad on your head* What’s your most chaotic memory? I’ve heard stories of some of the things you and your brothers got into before I arrived.
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