Obey Me: MC is Hiding Something
When MC first awakens in the council room none of them think much of them. Theyāre sitting there shivering like a dog left out in the rain and refuses to meet anyoneās eyes.
Lucifer starts to wonder what in devilās name made you a good candidate for this exchange program. You barely had enough courage to answer when Lord Diavolo welcomed you so graciously, much less look dignified in any way.
Something odd he does observe though is, despite you silence and obvious terror, you seemed to accept the concepts of a Devildom and of RAD and him and his brother very easily or maybe you were just nodding along insipidly.
Mammonās opinion of you is even lower. He already hated the idea of having to watch and make sure some stupid human didnāt get themselves killed on their first week. Damn it! That wasnāt his job! They canāt even carry a conversation, always just staring and watching everybody.
The human doesnt seem to have any kind of motivations or idea as to what they wanna do. Lucifer will never know if he leaves you alone at school for a while considering youāve found your friends group with the other exchange students. And at home he sees no problem with letting you go off for just an hour or two. All you really do is walk around and examine the rooms and grounds. Maybe youāre an architecture freak or something.
Leviathan barely pays you any mind when you arrive, not like he ever has the chance to, being that he never leaves his room outside of going to class. But during breakfast he does notice how interested you seemed in the game console heās playing on. And for a moment he wonders if youāre a gamer or an otaku too
but no, ugh youāre just some normie. You watch Asmo obsess over his compact mirror and Satan over whatever book heās holding just the same. And youāre conversation is shit like Mammon said. Listless and lacking enthusiasm. But he doesnt stop you when you watch over his shoulder when he plays.
Satan doesnāt have a problem with you. That said, he doesnāt particularly like you. But he can respect how much time you seem to spend in the library, and how many books you borrow about the devildom and kinds of demons. It made sense, you wanted to know the kind of creatures you were surrounded by.
he does wonder though, why one day you seem to be borrowing a lot of Solomonās books and Solomonās time as well. But then again, that makes sense too, you were both human after all. Maybe you would stop flinching and get even a little more comortable with someone your race around. When one of his tomes disappear, he interrogates Mammon because of course, itās Mammon.
Asmo likes your style. Itās not particularly glamorous or eye-catching but it matches your aesthetic. He especially admired your choices in acessories. The amulet youāre always wearing is so pretty and he swears sometimes it almost glows. And your rings were peak Devildom fashion, sharp, edgy iron designs. But he especially adored the silver spike earring you wore.
He was both delighted and smug that he was the first one to get a little closer to you. But of course, how could you resist! You even complimented the perfume he was wearing and asked where he got it. And he directed you to his favorite oils and essences shop that supplied products and ingredients from every realm. And while applying some to your wrist he catches a glimpse of a tattoo peeking out from under your sleeve but you pull your hand away, bashful. Oh, heāll get you to show him someday. Heehee.
Beel is curious how a human can eat so much. Heās been told human athletes apparently eat a lot to maintain muscle mass and strength and the like but looking at you, you didnāt seem the type to do anything strenuous. Except he does notice that when a demon bumps you in the hall, youāre not hurt or thrown off despite the size difference. And when youāre purposely knocked into by someone else, your reaction is fast, pivoting out of the way and behind the demon and you almost look likeā¦
Nah. You werenāt going to attack him, you began to cower and apologize again and again until Mammon had to drag you way before it got any more embarrassing. The next time you pique his interest is at the gym in the house. You always make sure to go at a time when there isnāt anyone else and he happened to go after you. But it couldnāt have been you that just used that machine. Were you really capable of lifting that much?
Luke and Simeon are sympathetic, Simeon understands the discomfort and the adjustment and answers any questions you have about the brothers and how not to piss them off or placate them if ever you did make them angry. He answers your questions about RAD and the program but does wonder. Wherever did you get an angel relic like the one hanging from your ear?
Luke says you shouldnāt be afraid of those no good demons, if anything happens you can run to Purgatory Hall and theyāll help. He promises. He likes your company and starts up baking with you, teaching dishes and pastries. He tells you a lot about Michael and lets slip things about Lucifer and the brothers back when they were still angels. You donāt push him on the subjects but you do seem pretty interested.
it all came together, very easily. First the lights, Leviathanās screams echo in the halls as he laments not having saved soon enough. Asmodeusā whining about losing such good selfie lighting came next and both come out into the hall, yelling for their older brother. āLucifer!ā
If not for that, Lucifer probably wouldnāt have noticed, having been locked up in his firelit office since dinner was over. Heaving a sigh he gets up. All of the yelling told him the lights were out so how could he have expected the brilliant flash of white that burned his eyes when he opened his door. He stumbles, leaning on the door frame for support as footfalls race down the hall.
He growls, feeling his wings and horns materialize but something isnāt right. His vision doesnāt return and his skin starts to burn. In the air he catches the faintest scent of something he hasnāt smelled in a long time. Holy oil.
When the little light in the fridge fades, Beel thinks he may have fucked up. But then it turns out the whole house is out so it must just be some prank. He keeps eating, uncaring whether or not he identifies what it is heās shoveling into his mouth. Then he smells it.
once upon a time heād caught Luke with some kind of cookies from the celestial realm. And they were some of the best cookies heād ever had in his existence. He could never forget that smell, so when it wafts through the air coming from the main hall, he follows. Drool begins to gather beneath his tongue.
He misses the sharp, metallic scent drifting beneath it.
Satanās vexation spikes when his reading light goes out and his peace and quiet is distrubed by his idiot brothers. Mammon probably tried to turn the power off in Leviās room to get him out so he can sneak in and steal his stuff again. But then Asmo starts yelling, and one cry from Lucifer rattles his bones.
Itās enough to get him on his feet. But what draws a gasp from him is the flash of lightning that gives him his sight for a moment. White lightning, an impossibility in the devildomās ever red tinged sky. He goes to the window, knocking a stack of tomes over and unlatches it. But it doesnāt budge. Using the light on his D.D.D. he tries again but it just wonāt open.
Outside Satanās door heavy footsteps, thump along in a slow rhythm. Satan races to the door and Beel is there trudging along the carpet like a zombie, his nose perched in the air.
āBeel?! What the-? What are you doing?ā
āHey whatās the big idea!? Where are you guys!? Whoās doing that weird singing?!ā
Mammon calls out into the mansions, just as confused as everyone else. Satanās brows furrow; he didnāt cause this, then. Heās about to answer but Mammon yelps, and a resounding thwack has Satan grab Beel, and race towards the sound, almost stumbling over each otherās feet in the dark. Theyāre only guide is the ocassional flash of white and the sound of chanting growing louder as they grow near.
It is still pitch black but years of experience and spatial awareness tells him theyāre in the foyer. Satan ventures out, almost tripping over something on the ground; itās Mammon. He lays at the top of the steps, passed out. Satan is about to shake him awake when Leviathan and Asmo come out of a hall holding up Lucifer between them. Another flash. Luciferās demon form flickers in and out, smoke rising from his blistering skin. Satan freezes and Beel picks up Mammon in his arms.
āSatan! What the hell is going on!?ā Levi calls out into the dark over the spell.
The chanting stops. So does the lightning and theyāre plunged into complete darkness. They hear the sound of plastic and a baggie hits Beelzebub square in the chest, landing on Mammonās stomach. āCookies?ā
He smells that first but then they recognise the other scent prominent in the air as blood.
Human blood.
āWait, whereās MC?!ā Asmoās voice comes from the black. āAre they trapped somewhere?ā
Someone laughs.
āOh, you donāt need to worry about that.ā
Lightning flashes again, bathing the foyer in glaring white. Itās only for a moment but their eyes are quick enough. It becomes clear where the stench of blood was coming from. āAfter all, Iām not trapped in here with youā¦ā
Your eyes seem to glow, vacant of whatever fear or trepidation youāve deceived them with for weeks. In your hand is the earring Asmo admired so much, the silver tip dripping red. At your side, your palm is sliced open, already clotting as youāve used all you needed for the seal activating the devilās trap around the entire house. Your sleeves are pushed up to the elbows the sigils and signs inked into your skin tasting air again after so long. As you place your hand on the seal they come alight. Your lips curl over your teeth.
āYouāre trapped in hereā¦.with me.ā
Solomon knows a demon slayer when he sees one. And he tells you right off the bat whatever youāre planning it isnāt a good idea. Youāre outnumbered and overpowered by them.
but then he sees human world magic light up the skies and decides maybe itās a good time to visit the House of Lamentations.
To be Continuedā¦.
