Humans have always been so fickle, Michael muses sometimes.
Slave to the seven sins that are rooted in their souls, destruction imminent unless they redeem themselves. Be it greed or envy or gluttony, which desires and demands and takes and takes even when there is none left, or wrath and lust and pride and sloth, which brings ruin.
You, however, are an exception.
Seven Avatars at your beck and call—oops—did he mention the Prince and the demon of Time?
Nine now. Working from the shadows.
His eyes caught the markings when you came to Babel, seven sigils on your body, covered under clothing but shining with the brightness of a thousand Suns to him.
Testament stamped into your very bones.
Lilith's divinity still runs in your blood, seeps into your soul. Immunity from the corruption embedded in the Devildom, temptation turned into strength.
He had seen you take down inhumane creatures with your power: a flick of your wrist, a spell on the tip of your tongue, seven demons at your beck and call. Ready to destroy and tear out flesh, maws dripping with blood. Going back to sit at the feet of their Master after, waiting for the next command. A shepherd and seven ravenous wolves in sheep's clothing who discard their disguise when needed.
Tamer of beasts, truly, you are.
Anyone else in your position would have been caught in rapture, mind drunk with the power in their veins. Solomon the Great, Solomon the Wise, Solomon the King has been only able to attempt to form a pact with the other six beings.
Protecting humanity is his goal, but what is yours?
He had asked you once, when you decided to wander off from the Palace to the lake, content in petting a dove. The ornaments on his body clinked as he bent down to admire the creature. What it is that you desire, human? Seven Avatars at your beck and call, yet you make no conquests. What is your motive?
Michael has never been able to gauge your intentions, hidden motives in your latest achievments. Maybe it is riches, or beauty, or power that you would have sought. Maybe even the ability to manipulate Time.
A nonchalant shrug of your shoulders, you let the dove fly away.
So he settled for observing.
The Ring Of Light went missing from his room soon, and Judgement was delivered to Simeon in due time. Back to the Devildom, this time with greying feathers. Sacrilege, he had muttered, but let him take it all the same. Never let him know that he knew what the former seraphim was attempting.
Maybe angels were never meant to be too carefree.
Or maybe He was too rigid.
Your power had grown in due time, surpassing everyone else's. Sent to the past now, when the Devildom was still adapting and unfiltered. A House of Lords watching the brothers every move, deadly trials awaiting the Prince. A nascent realm, ready to pounce and strike upon those deemed weak amongst beasts.
And you stuck in the midst of it all.
Newborn demons, brutal and cruel. Still adapting to the horns sprouting from their heads, the itch in their bones maddening as they accommodated to the wings and tails. Painful metamorphism. And you emerged from it victorious—having gained the trust—and admiration of the rulers of Hell.
What is it that you want, Lilith's descendent?
Lucifer's hand ruffles your hair when he sees you at the dining table, Mammon grabs your hand while leading you through the streets, Leviathan's and your knees touch while you play games on his console. Satan strokes your knuckles as he reads out loud to you, and Asmodeus oils your hair while telling you about his day. Beelzebub and Belpheghor keep you up at night with chatter that deviates from one topic to another.
The Ring of Light sits pretty on your finger, pacts used to neutralise threats and command the siblings to halt.
This got rly out of hand I was just drawing flowery spending time with each of the other flowers and planning to have little doodles of them all on a page lmao
Of the two Zooble is the most *agreeable* trans rep because they’re out from the get-go, funny, and are also largely considered morally acceptable in their actions.
Fasinating how Lucifer feels like he has a dominant hand with Diavolo while Barbatos stomps all over him. That face says he knows the exact lengths of Diavolo's regard. Your demon is showing Lucifer.
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