Ok, but has anyone ever pointed out the fact that, in the "harem panel"(that's how I call it, at least), there's a guy playing an instrument in the background and that the room is filled with different scents and that there's a basket of fruits at the front and that Mephisto's eyes are taking in the sight (let's put it that way) and that he's being touched from different angles and so what the reader's being told is that it's about *sensations*? Samael is talking about that. He's talking about the things one (usually/"commonly") can experience through a body. A human body. One that can enjoy warmth and images and sounds and scents and tastes. And sure, it also tells us about Samael's high status from back then *already* and tells us about his probable "less attentive" and more "let's let loose" side that was most likely predominant in him at first, too, but it's not like Samael's opinion has ever strayed much from that *since*. And I'm talking about the way he enjoys food, both for the taste and the smell, and the way he enjoys art of all sorts, and the way his bed is *full* of fluffy pillows and warm blankets and plushies and he's got a rubik cube on his desk and he's got plenty of keychains attached to his phone–point of saying this being that he likes to touch stuff. He likes to *feel*. Feel the textures and the temperature and *everything* about things. Everything about *everything*. He enjoys and loves and *wants* to feel and that is the *most* human of things that, paradoxically, humans themselves seem to discard and constantly take for granted and fail to appreciate to the fullest. The experience of *being*. Of being alive and *feeling*. But to humans, it's obvious. It's an everyday thing. Why would anyone be enthusiastic about such things? It's not a granted thing to the Baals, tho. Sentient *living* creatures that can only experience all of that *through* a human body. Or any body, truly, but a human one gets most of the privileges and advantages that are available for them in Assiah, and so that's the most convenient choice. And besides, it's them who's all about art and expressing one's self and all of the things that Samael loves. And that comes with all of the weaknesses and downsides a body offers, too(Lucifer would like to have a say in this, me thinks). But truthfully, for as much as one can go about it saying "Ahah, lol, omg, he used to have a harem" or "Oh, damn, talk about *pleasure*, pervert", I think it's *not* discussed enough, you know? The fact that it's really more about what one can *feel* and *experience* and *enjoy* through senses. And I think *that* is why it's there. Not just to tell you about Mephisto's past and about his character a bit (tho of course there's that, too). It's there because Samael is talking about what it is that attracts demons–Baals especially–to Assiah and to humans and to *human experiences* above all. And it's nothing overly complicated or grander than what we could possibly comprehend. It's literally just about being alive. It's literally just about living, downsides of it included.
I remember reading it on ao3 few years ago, it was levi x reader, the reader was either fem or gn.
it was multichapter, i think around 10 chapters but im not sure and it was smut fic where levi was prob virgin and he was losing it to reader. there was a rule that reader had to wash everytime before they did it and i think that's the most characteristic part of the fic 😭
pls if i'd be very grateful for any info or tips where to look for it 🥹❤️
Mephisto x True Cross Instructor Reader where he goes into heat while giving her a positive performance review for her work as an instructor... and then it turns into just him going feral ;o?
This has been mostly written for a while now. Sorry, I got distracted and kind of forgot to finish it. Thanks for the reminder.
Let me know what you think because I'm not as confident writing Mephisto
"Ah, you're here!" Mephisto exclaims with a cheerful tone that resonates through the spacious office. His forest-green eyes sparkle as he sifts through a multitude of papers scattered across his desk.
"I truly appreciate punctuality," he says with a grin as you step into his office. You’ve just returned to Japan, and within minutes, Mephisto has summoned you. Rising from his chair, he stands tall, commanding the room with his impressive height.
"Please, come in! Have a seat," he invited, gesturing towards the chair across from his desk.
With a wave of his hand, he motions for you to take a seat before settling into his chair with a comfortable sigh. "Now," he began, his tone shifting from its earlier lightness to something significantly more serious. "Let's get down to business, shall we?" His eyes glint as he leans forward, fingers steepled together, and a sly grin plays on his lips. “I've been keeping a close eye on your work while abroad." He gestures vaguely towards the array of notes and photographs spread across the desk.
"You've done well," he reflects enigmatically after a pause, relaxing in his chair, his green eyes shimmering with a hidden secret.
Peeking over his steepled hands, Mephisto continues, "Yet, my dear, there's always room for improvement. It's a simple truth that we are all students of life, continually growing and adapting." His voice becomes more theatrical as he gestures grandly toward the window, where the setting sun casts dramatic shadows across the room.
You sit there, pretending to be interested in what he’s saying. Performance reviews are invariably dull and repetitive. You could be at home relaxing, but instead, you must listen to Mephisto reiterate things you already know. You recognize that you did a great job, but, of course, there’s always room for improvement. After all, nobody is truly perfect.
Suddenly, Mephisto falters in his monologue. A slight furrow creases his brow, and a faint flush spreads across his cheeks as he breaks off mid-sentence.
"Is there anything else on your mind?" you ask, surprised by the abrupt shift in Mephisto's demeanor. He is typically so... steady.
"I- ahem..." he stutters for a moment, clearing his throat uncomfortably—a gesture that surprises you and evokes a hint of concern. "It seems I’m not feeling quite well,” the demon king confesses, interrupted once again by an awkward coughing fit.
"Do you need help? Should I call someone?" you asked cautiously. Mephisto paused for a moment, contemplating your words before dismissing whatever fleeting thought crossed his clever mind. "Now, now, my dear, there’s no need to worry. It seems I've just caught a fever," he said, laughing weakly. A gloved hand swiped across his forehead, coming away sweaty.
He dismisses your concern again, sliding deeper into his seat. "I appreciate your kind offer; however, there's simply nothing you can do right now... except..." His voice trails off suddenly, replaced by a vague expression that briefly reveals a glint of mischief in his eyes, as if waiting for some sort of reaction.
The sing-song lilt of his voice trailed off, and the way his emerald eyes flickered with feverish brightness and curiosity sent an unsettling prickle up your neck.
"Except what...?" you ask tentatively, pulling yourself upright from where you had slouched down in your chair across from him.
"Well," Mephisto smiles slyly. "It appears I've perhaps overestimated my own resistance."
Your eyebrows arch at this vague confession. "You see, my dear… it appears"—he pauses dramatically, creating almost unbearable tension—"I can smell… that you're ovulating."
Caught completely off guard by his proclamation, you blink at him, speechless and bewildered. “Excuse me?” The words escape your lips, your voice quivering with indignation and disbelief.
Mephisto tilts his head to the side, a peculiar gleam of delight shining in his eyes. "Oh dear," he chuckles softly, "you seem surprised. Some demons possess a heightened sense of smell," he explains, as if it’s nothing out of the ordinary. "It intensifies when we are in heat."
“Heat?”
“Mhmm.”
“So, you’re horny?”
“You’re just making me sound like a pervert now," he sighs dramatically.
“Mephisto, you are a pervert.”
Mephisto couldn't help but chuckle at your incredulous response. He tosses his head back, his refined laughter echoing throughout the vast room. "Oh, such accusations," he says, managing to speak between fits of laughter before regaining his composure. He swipes a gloved hand across his eyes and adds, "You wound me deeply."
"You’re just dodging my question," you reply, frowning as you cross your arms over your chest.
"You certainly make it sound rather crude," Mephisto responds, waving his hand dismissively. "But yes, to use your terminology, I suppose I could say I’m… 'horny.'"
His confession is greeted by a prolonged silence. You stare at him, your eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Mephisto emits an amused chuckle, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as he savors the heavy awkwardness hanging in the air.
"But in truth," he continues lightly after a moment of contemplation, reclining casually in his chair. His green eyes lock onto yours as he gestures dramatically with his gloved hand in mid-air. "What I'm experiencing is simply a natural aspect of my existence- we demons are merely... driven by our desires during such times."
Despite the initial shock of his declaration, a sudden curiosity sparked within you. You uncross your arms and lean forward on the armrests of your chair.
"And what happens during... " You hesitate over the wording before finally allowing yourself to say, "these times?"
"Ah! An excellent question!" Mephisto seems pleased by your curiosity. Leaning forward eagerly, he rests his elbows on the desk, clasping his hands together.
"In essence," he begins, pausing for a moment as he contemplates the best way to express his thoughts. "Our senses are heightened. The mundane transforms into something exquisite. Pleasures that we might typically overlook become irresistible indulgences."
His smile becomes coy as he leans back in his chair again, one gloved hand thoughtfully brushing against his hideously colorful tie.
"And perhaps most intriguingly," he continues, his forest-green eyes sparkling with a wicked gleam of amusement, "our pheromones have the ability to attract potential mates."
Your heart races at that revelation. You gaze at him, wide-eyed and mouth agape, unsure of how to process what he just suggested.
Mephisto's eyes glimmer with mischief as he observes your reaction. A sly grin stretches across his face, exposing his pointed teeth.
"Oh my, did I shock you?" he purrs, leaning forward. "I really enjoy seeing that look of surprise on your face. It's quite... enticing."
A flush creeps up your neck as his intense gaze rakes over you. The air in the office suddenly feels thick and charged.
"I... um..." you stammer, at a loss for words.
Mephisto chuckles softly, a hint of mischief in his voice. "No need to be shy, my dear. We're both adults here, aren't we? After all, it's just biology." Rising from his chair with fluid grace, he circles the desk, his presence commanding. "Though I must confess, your scent is particularly alluring today."
As he approaches, you catch a hint of his scent—spicy and intoxicating. Your head swims slightly. Is this the pheromones he mentioned?
"Perhaps we should explore this mutual attraction," Mephisto proposes, his voice low and silky. He extends a gloved hand invitingly.
You blink rapidly, striving to clear your mind. Mephisto's scent envelops you, overwhelming your senses. A part of you yearns to grasp his outstretched hand, while another instinctively warns you to be cautious.
"I... I'm not sure this is appropriate," you stammer, even as a shiver of desire betrays your body.
Mephisto's grin broadens, a predatory glimmer igniting his eyes. "Appropriate? My dear, we've moved far beyond such trivial matters." He inches closer, overshadowing you. "Can't you feel it? The electric chemistry between us?"
As if in a trance, you reach for his hand. The instant your fingers meet his gloved ones, a surge of electricity flows between you.
Mephisto effortlessly lifts you to your feet, drawing you close. You're enveloped by his intoxicating scent—spicy and sweet, reminiscent of cinnamon and cherry blossoms. It leaves you lightheaded.
"My dear," he whispers, his lips gently grazing your ear. "You can't imagine how long I've yearned for this moment."
His words send a chill racing down your spine. You glance up at him, noticing his flushed cheeks and dilated pupils.
Your heart races as Mephisto draws you closer, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist. His forest green eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mix of hunger and mischief.
"Are you sure this is truly what you want?" he purrs, his breath warm against your ear. "I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop once we start. Will you stay with me the entire time?” He begins to pant softly in your ear, the closeness intensifying. "In my current state of heat, I won’t have much control," he admits.
For a brief moment, you hesitate, caught in the conflict between your mind and your body's yearning. Yet, the intoxicating aroma of his pheromones envelops you, clouding your judgment. With a slight nod, you murmur, "Yes."
A wicked grin spreads across Mephisto's face. "Excellent," he murmurs.
In one fluid motion, he sweeps you off your feet and gently places you on his desk, scattering papers across the floor. His lips collide with yours in a passionate kiss, while his gloved hands explore your body. You moan softly into his mouth, your fingers intertwining in his dark purple hair.
Mephisto breaks the kiss, gently trailing his lips along your jaw. "You have no idea how long I've yearned for this," he growls. "Your scent drives me wild every time we cross paths."
His teeth graze your neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. You tilt your head, granting him better access as he showers attention on the sensitive skin of your throat. His fangs scrape teasingly, sending shivers coursing down your spine.
"Oh, my darling," Mephisto purrs against your skin, his voice a smooth, low rumble. "You taste even sweeter than I had ever imagined."
His gloved hands glide over your body with an intense fervor, leaving behind warm trails in their wake. You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. The intoxicating scent of his pheromones surrounds you, clouding your senses and heightening every sensation.
Mephisto's lips glide down your neck, his teeth lightly grazing your collarbone. "Such exquisite sounds you make," he murmurs. "I wonder what other delightful noises I can draw from you?"
With a snap of his fingers, your clothes vanish, leaving you bare beneath him. You gasp at the sudden vulnerability, but the chill of the air is quickly replaced by the warmth of Mephisto's naked body pressing against you.
"Beautiful," he breathes, his forest-green eyes traversing your form with openly revealed desire. "A true feast for the senses."
His mouth descends upon yours once again, the kiss deep and demanding. You respond with equal fervor, your hands exploring Mephisto's lean shoulders as he kisses you intensely. His skin feels feverishly hot against your touch. Eventually, you break the kiss, gasping for air.
"Mephisto," you gasp. "Are you sure you're okay? You feel like you're on fire."
"Ah, my dear," Mephisto chuckled breathlessly, his eyes shimmering with a blend of amusement and barely contained desire. "Your concern is quite touching, but I assure you, this... heat... is entirely normal for a demon in my state."
His warm hands glide gracefully over your skin, creating intricate patterns that leave behind trails of tingling sensations. "In fact," he purrs, leaning in close to gently nip at your earlobe, "it's about to get much, much hotter."
His lips glide down your body, creating a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. You arch into his touch, completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. Mephisto's hands caress your thighs, gently coaxing them apart.
"So responsive," he purrs with appreciation. "I wonder just how sensitive you really are?"
Without warning, he dips his head between your legs. You cry out at the initial touch of his warm tongue, your fingers tangling in his dark purple hair. Mephisto hums with satisfaction, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
"Exquisite," he murmurs against your heated flesh. "Your taste is divine, my dear."
Your mind goes blank as he works on you with expert precision, his sinfully long tongue entering you before moving to focus on your clit, bringing you to the edge repeatedly only to deny you release. Just when you think you can't take any more, Mephisto raises his head, his forest-green eyes gleaming.
Mephisto's eyes lock with yours, burning with primal hunger. He rises slowly, his lean body sliding against yours as he positions himself between your trembling thighs. You feel his hard length pressing insistently against you.
"Are you ready for me, my dear?" he purrs, his voice rich with desire. "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back much longer."
You nod urgently, at a loss for words. Mephisto grins, showcasing sharp teeth. In one fluid motion, he sheaths himself deep within you. You gasp at the unexpected fullness, your body arching away from the desk.
"Oh, exquisite," Mephisto groans, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "You feel even better than I imagined."
He starts to move, setting a relentless pace that leaves you gasping and gripping his shoulders. The desk creaks beneath you with every powerful thrust. Mephisto's lips meet yours again in a searing kiss that takes your breath away.
"Mine," he growls against your mouth. "You're mine now."
His words send a thrill through you. You wrap your legs around Mephisto's waist, urging him deeper. He groans in approval, his thrusts becoming more frantic. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, punctuated by the sound of skin on skin and your shared moans of pleasure.
"That's it, my dear," Mephisto pants, his voice strained with effort. "Take all of me."
You feel yourself nearing the edge, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Mephisto appears to sense your impending release and redoubles his efforts, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you.
"Come for me," he commands, his forest-green eyes piercing into yours with an intensity that takes your breath away.
It's overwhelming. With a cry of ecstasy, you shatter, waves of pleasure washing over you. Mephisto follows soon after, burying himself deep within you as he reaches his own release with a guttural groan.
For a moment, you both lie there, panting and trembling in the aftermath. Mephisto's weight is heavy yet not unwelcome as he collapses on top of you.
As your breathing starts to slow, Mephisto lifts his head to gaze at you with half-lidded eyes, a sly grin playing on his lips. "My dear," he purrs, "I hope you don't think we're finished. The night is still young."
With a snap of his fingers, the world around you blurs and shifts. Suddenly, you find yourself lying on a plush, king-sized bed draped in a blue canopy.
Mephisto towers above you, his forest-green eyes shimmering with a barely contained hunger. "Now," he growls, "we can truly indulge ourselves."
Before you can catch your breath, he's on you again, his mouth hot and demanding against yours. His hands roam your body with renewed fervor, leaving trails of tingling sensation in their wake. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin.
With a growl of impatience, Mephisto flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and back against him.
Mephisto's warm breath brushes against your ear, heightening your anticipation as he teases his firm length at your entrance, causing you to squirm with eagerness. In a sudden, intense thrust, Mephisto drives himself into you, eliciting a cry of delight and shock as your body adjusts to his size. He is unyielding, moving with a raw intensity that fells almost instinctual. His hands hold your hips firmly, directing your motions as he establishes the rhythm.
"Yes," he groans as he moves himself inside you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of your bodies. "That's it, my dear. Take it all."
You feel yourself arching your back, pressing back against him, desperate for more of his insatiable need. Mephisto growls his approval, his grip on your hips tightening as he continues to ravage your body.
You moan as Mephisto's relentless rhythm drives you closer to the edge. His hands grip your hips tightly, claws digging into your flesh as he pulls you back to meet each powerful thrust. The room fills with the sounds of your shared pleasure - breathless gasps, low growls, and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin.
"So perfect," Mephisto breathes, his voice deepened by exertion. "You take me so well, my dear."
One of his hands snakes around your body, skilled fingers locating that sensitive bundle of nerves. You cry out at the heightened stimulation, your inner walls tightening around him.
"That's it," he purrs. "Let me hear you. I want to hear every delicious sound you make."
Your arms give way, and you fall onto the bed, your face buried in the silken sheets. Mephisto follows, enveloping his body around yours without slowing his relentless pace. His weight pins you down, the new angle allowing him to hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust.
"Mephisto," you moaned, lost in the haze of pleasure that was quickly overtaking you. His name rolled off your tongue like a prayer, and he seemed to respond to the sound of his name on your lips.
"That's it," he panted, his breath hot in your ear. "Say my name again."
You oblige him, unable to form any other words as ecstasy draws nearer with each thrust of his hips. "Mephisto!" the sound echoes off the walls of the dimly lit room.
"_____," he groans, his breathing erratic now. "You feel so good, so tight." His words push you further towards the edge of sanity, your climax barreling towards you.
"I... I'm going... to..." you panted, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you as Mephisto continued to thrust into you relentlessly.
"That's it," he growled in approval, his words infused with raw hunger. "Come for me, my dear. Let go."
His words are your undoing. With a piercing cry, you shatter beneath him, waves of intense pleasure crashing over you. Your body trembles and clenches around Mephisto as your orgasm rips through you.
Mephisto growls in response, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Yes," he hisses, "that's it. Take all of me."
With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his own release washing over him. You feel the heat of it filling you as Mephisto shudders above you, his breath coming in ragged pants.
For a long moment, neither of you move, both trembling in the aftermath of your shared pleasure. Then, slowly, Mephisto withdraws from you, eliciting a soft whimper from your oversensitive body.
He pulls you into his arms, rolling onto his side and drawing you close against his chest. His skin remains feverishly hot, but the warmth now feels comforting. You settle into his embrace, feeling completely exhausted.
Once you’ve caught your breath, your eyes widen. I can’t believe I just had sex with Mephisto. Carefully, you sit up and glance around the interesting bedroom. My clothes are in his office, what do I do?
“Going somewhere, dear?”
A wave of embarrassment slowly starts to wash over you. “…I should probably go home.”
Mephisto smirks as he pulls you closer, pressing you against him. “You agreed to stay with me during my heat,” he whispers, nipping playfully at your ear. “We’ll be here for a week, maybe two.”
Y'know I see a lot of yanplatonic, what about... Just yan? 😩👀
Mephisto, Lucifer, and Amaimon?
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(if you have to choose a species, half demon, but it'd be cool if you don't specify either 🩵.)
Okay!(I'll do for separete bc You didn't specify so)
Yandere Mephisto Pheles/ Lucifer/Amaimon x Reader: general Headcanons
Genre: Headcanons
Reader: neutral
Warnings: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESIVE BEHAVIOR, OVERPROTECTION, UNHEALTY MINDSET, WILLING READER IN SOME CASES, CONTROL FREAK LUCIFER, KIND OF DELUSIONAL AMAIMON, MEPHISTO IS A WARNING BY HIMSELF. i think it's all.
Mephisto Pheles
This is going to sound like an unpopular opinion, but Mephisto seems WORSE to me than Lucifer AND Amaimon.
simply because he does not take his partner seriously even if it is voluntary. Be it demon, human, half demon, etc.
Let me explain myself better.
Mephisto gives me vibes of a flamboyant, possessive and quite jealous yandere.
As much as he finds humans interesting, it is not the same as being on their side or wanting to protect them. They are all the same to him.
so his darling would have to stand out in some way, and it can be in any way, whether it be being a pure soul among the other exorcists (like Yuri in a way) or even being someone very dedicated to exorcism, who is not afraid to say how much they hates demons, how much they HATES them, and above all they are not afraid of him despite the great difference in power between the two.
THAT interests Mephisto, it is something fresh, something GENUINELY interesting that he would like to investigate, SOMETHING NEW.
SOMETHING HE CAN KEEP AND HAVE FOR HIMSELF.
I think he is one of those who generate an obsession the fastest (first there is Amaimon) but he acts quite quickly when they capture his interest.
He tries to be a gentleman and thus learn more about his victim i mean Darling , and thus he realizes that they are better than he thought, his tendencies worsening considerably.
quite a few gifts, which become more personal regardless of whether the darling accepts or rejects them.
He also shamelessly makes Darling spend time with him even during work hours, be it bringing him something to his office (when his servant can do it), making him take their breaks in HIS office drinking tea (having awkward conversations , What fun).
or watching from afar their missions to 1- make sure Darling is okay 2- watch his sweetheart work and 3- kill in a "subtle" way anyone who sees too close or has already tried to hurt Darling.
He definitely stalks darlings in dog form, or even rubs against them so they can pamper him that way (it works sometimes because they don't realize it's him).
When it comes to the escorting (kidnapping) part to his house, Mephisto acts as if he is dealing with a terrified pet and not a living being that wants to leave.
He is quite condescending and although he is somewhat patient at first, his patience runs out quite quickly.
His punishments are more on the psychological side, mostly using his manipulation of time.
for example, trapping darling in a loop until they apologize, making them relive a particularly traumatic moment, etc.
Mephisto doesn't harm them physically, but he has no problem destroying their minds.
If Darling were a volunteer, things would be slightly better, no punishments and more freedom to go out, but he would really still be a jealous clingy.
Mephisto would continue giving many gifts, especially clothes that he would like to see Darling in (German clothes, with a theme similar to his, anime, etc.)
If Darling behaves enough, he takes them out for a walk around the academy or to his amusement park! after all he likes it when they have fun with him.
He's a piece of shit, he demands physical contact, he won't take NO for an answer (although sometimes he tricks you with the dog form to get it).
There is no way Darling can get out or ask for help, since they would have to ask for help from Lucifer or several of his brothers to have ONE CHANCE to escape (aside from the fact that they can't even leave the palace without MEPHISTO HIMSELF with them).
Just have to say...good luck with it.
Lucifer
Ah, our favorite control freak.
He seems like a better option than Mephisto to me for the simple fact that at the very least he DOES CARE that darling wants him, he cares about what THEY want even if he is a selfish piece of shit who is willing to keep them away from the world JUST so that HE can be happy.
At least he's honest with that.
He is an obsessive yandere, somewhat delusional, overprotective, etc.
I think it would take him longer than Amaimon and Mephisto to fall in love with someone.
and I honestly like the scenario that he becomes obsessed with someone and constantly watches over them.
At first he tries to rationalize that it is for the good of the infiltration mission.
but inconveniently he ends up noticing things about darling's everyday life that resonate.
ends up accumulating all possible information about them, what they like, what they don't, allergies, past, friends, enemies (people to kill), etc.
For Lucifer, watching Darling live their life is like an escape from his own life with constant pain, living his days through theirs.
and that ends up generating a certain feeling of affection, appreciation, love.
which quickly becomes obsessive when he realizes that they could be attacked or DIE at any moment if they remain vulnerable.
and imagine EVERY possible way for this to happen.
So he decides that the best way to keep Darling safe is to have them with the Illuminati.
The kidnapping is probably carried out by either Shima or Homare and in the quickest/gentlest way possible. If Darling ended up with unnecessary lacerations I can assure you that Lucifer would take care of the "problem" without thinking :)
As for the "adjustment period" after that, Lucifer is quite patient, more than one would expect.
As delulu as he is, he knows that "changing the environment" is a stressful situation and he justifies Darling's initial actions in that way, the shouting, attacking the staff, trying to leave his room, everything is justifiable to him.
(They already say that love makes you blind... In Lucifer Case, Blind AND deaf af)
Lucifer gives Darling a rank in the Illuminati, just below his own, and all possible privileges within the ship. but it still has the clear restriction of, well, not running away.
His punishments fall more into the realm of removing privileges and isolation, it does not reach the level of Mephisto, but isolation definitely leaves its consequences and removing privileges leaves Darling even worse than before.
Lucifer demands to spend time with darling, things like them accompanying him on his stretcher when he can't move, taking walks around the base, reading together, "going out" to private places just the two of them.
I can definitely see him as touch-starved, but with how sick he is he can only do that when he's stable enough to stand, so rest assured that when that happens, he'll be attached to darling like a bug.
If Darling behaves, they will be pampered as if it were their birthday, Lucifer will meet certain demands such as books, materials for hobbies (art, writing, crafts, etc.), perhaps a pet, periodic departures from the ship with him or Homare, etc. .
His darling is more likely to have Stockholm syndrome, he treats them very lovingly and at the same time rebukes any hint of seeking their freedom, so it is understandable.
Just follow the rules, don't go outside the lines, and your new life will be minimal, manageable, and at best. easy. Just don push your luck and let Lucifer "love" You as it's do.
Amaimon
my favorite of the demon brothers. So sorry if i extend myself on this one
Amaimon is interesting, because he is the one who would become interested in someone the fastest. but it does not mean that it would be something positive from the beginning.
We already know that he only looks at people strong enough to give him a good fight, so it would be quite normal to expect that from his Darling.
someone who can kick his butt, hurt his pride, etc. or even a member of the Shiemihaza family tree.
DARLING HAS TO BE SOMEONE STRONG. OTHERWISE, THEY DOESN'T HAVE MANY CHANCES OF EVEN SURVIVING AMAIMON.
not because he has the possibility of intentionally killing darling, but rather unintentionally 😅
Either way, this person catches Amaimon's interest and at first he HATES THEM.
not only because of his wounded pride, but because he generally can't stand being interested in someone he considers inferior.
and even worse, HE WANTS TO SEE THEM AGAIN.
It's like love hate at first 😅
Amaimon will demand a fight with darling and will not leave until he is satisfied, which could lead to an interesting series of draws.
and little by little Amaimon can decipher what he really FEELS about Darling.
either by himself asking Mephisto about it.
Either way, he realizes that he doesn't really hate Darling, on the contrary.
partly he wants them close.
He wants to be the only one they fight with.
with whom they make jokes, with whom they talk.
HE WANTS TO BE THE ONLY ONE.
But at the same time he thinks it would be boring to just lock them in one place and never change, or worse, have them hate him now that he finally has something like a "friend"/"love interest."
so Amaimon resigns himself to isolating Darling from the others. He is surprisingly calculating at that.
He has no problem killing and getting rid of Darling's friends, family, and companions if it means spending time with him.
If Darling somehow realized that Amaimon is the one who is disappearing his loved ones, maybe they can manipulate him so that he doesn't do it and they simply stop seeing his family.
Amaimon in general is the ONLY one of the three that can be manipulated by darling, precisely because he only thinks about fighting, sweets and darling, in that order.
Also darling can bribe him with candy to leave them alone for a while, it works 9 times out of 10, the 10th time he will want to eat the candy WITH darling.
He's terrible with words unlike his brothers, and even his attempts to cheer up Darling seem like threats🤣 but he tries.
is the most likely to have a willing darling, because let's be honest, anyone else wouldn't want to fight Amaimon twice, so if someone fights Amaimon SEVERAL times it's because either 1- he's Rin or 2- he likes fighting him. to some extent.
Besides, like I said, he don't have to kidnap his darling because the charm of your relationship is that only HE can plague their time and fight with them whenever HE wants.
Amaimon simply has neither the patience nor the emotional intelligence to deal with an unwitting darling.
When they are both tired of fighting, they just talk nonsense about humans, life, eat sweets, etc. It's surprisingly nice.
God forbid someone tries to keep Darling away from Amaimon, he will make a blue night 2.0.
And he also doesn't tolerate being lied to, he can be very scary when he's angry.
It is the easiest way to "escape" from being kidnapped as is, rather under his constant threat of killing all your family and friends...
Darling's safest bet is to go with Mephisto, yes, as ironic as it may sound, but Amaimon is still afraid of his brother after all. so it would be useful to have him as an ally.
I would say that it is the easiest to handle and can even be pleasant, but that does not make it any less stressful and terrifying.
Don't let anyone see you, touch you, hit you, NOTHING... and everything will be fine.
