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Barbatos the original demon/serpent confirmed?
• Why would Lucifer know better than anyone unless it was Angel related?
• He has a broken/distorted halo just like the brothers
This was still so crazy to drop and then give us NOTHING ELSE
"If you like music, then why not come see the instruments in the Demon Lord's Castle? I'll even show you my favorite cursed organ in the whole of the Devildom."
— Diavolo to MC (Otoma Tony Special Dialogue)
OM Ido: February 2026 Revenue
It's that time of month again that nobody looks forward to, revenue time ಥ_ಥ
February is a hard month across gacha games as a whole, for obvious reasons given the end of the fiscal year.
Despite that, some otome/joseimuke games did show increases over their January stats - Lovebrush, Mr Love and Tears of Themis are in the green, and indications are that the erolabs contingent did well too.
As for Obey Me though... it's not great.
OM Ido is down to just $30k after two months, matching the revenue of Nightbringer, a game that hasn't been updated in over a year.
That is a massive 81% decrease in two months - Nightbringer did not decline that fast by a LONG way.
Weirdly, this is also the first time in over a year that the original game has also seen a decrease in revenue rather than holding steady. It is still the most successful of the three this month (a fact that has always been true throughout this series), but it seems not only has Ido failed to capitalise on the success of the original, it may even be contributing to killing it ಠ_ಠ
Reasons for Ido seeing further revenue loss? I mean, I don't think it's that much of a puzzler really. Game breaking bugs. People locked out of their accounts. A half-hearted chapter 2 split in two parts. An event with cards that aren't even animated. And then every other criticism of this game that has already been put forth.
The numbers back up the fan disappointment.
Honestly, what makes me actually sad is seeing the og game start to fall now as well. It is the only one still in non-cancellation numbers, despite being the one that Solmare abandoned first.
Without Ido, I was still holding out hope for a renewal and reinvigoration of the first game. But now I'm not convinced they haven't sealed its fate.
It saddens me how little of a chance people are giving the game despite it being so new. They had to rush to get this game out and they did it for the true fans.
If we abandon the game then we’ll never get the dateable characters added so even if you don’t like it now at least hang on and give it time.
It’s also harder to get cards out super fast because they have to make seven at a time instead of three AND the new cards aren’t animated because they are instead fully voiced.
They’re doing what they can with a MUCH smaller staff and entirely different company.
Would I have liked a game more similar to OG and NG? Yes 100% but right now this is what we have and if we stop showing support we’ll never get anything better so please stick around.
Drawing Barbatos but there’s like 3 fucking variants
I based it off of that SSR card he has with Diavolo, the fishies were my add ons
"You have many desires. Of which the most remarkable is to spend a relaxing time in my room? Well, for you, my room is always open. Why not come and spend the night?"
— Barbatos to MC (Mont Blanc of Desire Special Dialogue)
Still thinking about this in unreasonable amounts
Barbatos in his girlboss era<3
My gift for @siriusstarx for @obeymevents holiday exchange!! This was really fun :3
“Mn... Mm, that is what it means to be set ablaze... While I have heard that this evening is meant to be a chilly one, that warning shall not apply to us it seems. Let us spend a blazing hot night together. Merry Christmas, ___. I hope that we will remain side by side evermore.”
— Barbatos kissing MC (Snow Globe Sentiments)
Picking up the pieces of Nightbringer’s Ending: The End of the Beginning?
Part 1: MC is an Unreliable Narrator | Part 2: A Clash of Ideals | Part 3: The End of the Beginning?
So on December 2024, the Obey Me team decided to do a funny and implemented scrollable dialogue choice menus as well as two hidden scenes, depending on your past choices, on the final chapter of the game.
[Look! Technology!]
Being the chads that they were, they did not tell us what choices caused the branches and just sodded off to their next project, leaving us in chaos as everyone started getting different normal mode and hard mode endings.
I have meme’d enough about the first hidden scene in Exhibit A and Exhibit B.
Now, I want to bring your attention to the second hidden scene because I find it a crime that’s it’s so under-discussed, since it has Nightbringer’s identity and motivation staring right at us
(Warning: Long post. Major NB spoilers ahead. I reference my past posts but you don't need to read them to understand this)
Fragments of Eden (V. BUTLER)
Your initial and current relationship with the side characters.
(V. PRIDE) (V. GREED) (V. ENVY) (V. WRATH) (V. LUST) (V. GLUTTONY) (V.SLOTH)
(V. PRINCE) (V. SORCERER)
🩸 Initial Thoughts🩸
When he first heard of another human entering the Devildom, he sighed, “another Solomon, perhaps.” Another curious, loud, self-assured sorcerer meddling where they didn’t belong.
He expected arrogance, carelessness, and endless chatter, the sort of chaos that always found its way into Diavolo’s peace.
But when he met you, you bowed politely, smiled nervously, and thanked him for the tea before even touching it. Politeness? That caught him off guard.
Your eyes held curiosity, yes, but not arrogance. You looked at the Devildom with awe, not entitlement.
He watched how you listened more than you spoke, how you treated even the castle staff with kindness. It stirred something almost unfamiliar in him: respect.
When Solomon appeared later, slinging an arm around your shoulder, Barbatos felt his patience thin instantly… until he saw the way you laughed and told Solomon to behave.
That’s when he realized… you weren’t like Solomon at all. You weren’t chaos dressed as charm; you were quiet balance, something his immortal life rarely saw.
For the first time in centuries, Barbatos found himself interested not in your magic or your purpose, but in the stillness you carried with you.
🩸 How and Why 🩸
It begins in small, almost imperceptible moments: the quiet way you thank him for tea, the way you linger in the kitchen while he works, curious but never intrusive.
He notices that you watch things not out of judgment, but fascination. You’re the first person in ages to ask him how he does what he does, not what he can do for you.
When you compliment his baking, it’s never flattery. You point out the flavor, the care, the warmth. And for someone who exists in endless precision, that warmth means more than he can say.
You don’t demand his time, yet you somehow earn it: he starts brewing extra tea just in case you stop by, timing it perfectly so it’s hot when you arrive.
When Diavolo grows excitable and the castle becomes loud, you quietly help not because anyone asks, but because you want to ease the burden. Barbatos sees that. He always sees.
The first time you wander into the kitchen late at night, he almost sends you away… until he notices how tired your eyes look. He sighs, hands you a cup, and you share a silent moment over tea that feels far more intimate than it should.
He finds himself smiling, genuinely smiling, at your small acts of thoughtfulness. How you bring him a book you think he’d like. How you remember his preferred blend of tea.
What surprises him most is that you never try to change him. You don’t pry into his secrets or his time magic, you simply exist beside him, comfortably, quietly.
Somewhere between the late-night teas and the gentle laughter you coax out of him, he realizes you’ve slipped past all his defenses.
For a being who moves through infinite timelines, it feels strange that this one, the one with you, suddenly feels like his favorite.
That’s when he understands: he’s fallen. Not into chaos, not into passion, but into something far rarer: peace.
🩸 Confession🩸
He’s known countless possibilities, every flicker of a moment, every thread of time that could ever be.
In every vision, every timeline he foresaw, he had seen you: the human exchange student, kind and curious, changing the Devildom in ways both small and profound.
But not once, not once, had he ever seen a version of the future where he fell in love with you.
Nor one where you loved him back.
The realization unsettles him. For a being who lives in certainty, you become his single anomaly: the variable that time itself refuses to predict.
He keeps it to himself for ages, afraid that speaking it aloud might unravel the fragile, beautiful thread you’ve created together.
Every shared cup of tea, every soft smile, every quiet moment in the kitchen feels borrowed from a future he shouldn’t have been allowed to touch.
But he can’t stop himself. You’ve become the constant he never saw coming.
One evening, as the clock ticks past midnight, he finally admits it, not because he planned to, but because the words slip out like a sigh.
“I’ve seen every possible timeline,” he says softly, hands trembling around his cup. “Except this one. The one where I lose control of time… because of you.”
He confesses that you’ve made him forget the future entirely. That, for the first time in eternity, he wants to stay in this moment.
There’s no grand gesture, no flourish of magic: just honesty, raw and timeless.
And when you smile, whispering his name with the same tenderness he’s only dared to dream of, he swears he can feel time stop for real.
The castle is silent, the kind of silence that only comes when even time itself seems to rest. The halls are dark, save for the soft, golden glow of the kitchen lanterns.
You find Barbatos there, as always: hands steady, movements graceful, preparing tea as though the world outside doesn’t turn.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, without turning. His voice is calm, but there’s a quiet fondness tucked into every syllable.
You shake your head, stepping closer. “Couldn’t stop thinking. You?”
He smiles faintly. “I don’t believe I’ve slept in a few centuries.”
You both share a soft laugh, the kind that fades into comfortable silence. The faint ticking of the clock fills the space between you.
He hands you a cup: your favorite blend, of course. He always remembers. But tonight, he doesn’t move away. Instead, he lingers by your side, gaze unfocused on the teapot, lost in thought.
“Barbatos?” you ask gently.
He exhales, a sound halfway between a sigh and a confession. “I’ve seen so many futures,” he begins quietly. “Every possibility. Every mistake. Every joy.”
You turn toward him, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “Every one?”
His green eyes meet yours, impossibly deep, heavy with centuries of knowing. “Every one… except this.”
You blink, startled. “What do you mean?”
He looks down, the faintest smile ghosting across his lips. “You.” His voice trembles just slightly. “I never saw you. Not like this. Not here. Not… loving you.”
The words hang in the air, too soft to echo, yet too powerful to fade.
“I’ve spent lifetimes believing I understood time,” he murmurs. “But the moment I met you, it all began to slip. You’re the one thing I couldn’t predict, the one future I didn’t see coming.”
Your heart skips, and for a second, it feels like the world holds its breath.
He takes your hand, carefully, as though afraid the moment itself might shatter. “I am… uncertain of many things now. But this?” His voice softens into something raw and human. “This is the first moment in all of time that I don’t want to end.”
You smile, tears gathering before you can stop them. “Then don’t let it.”
🩸 Relationship🩸
He’s the calmest love you’ll ever know: steady, intentional, and endlessly patient.
Always seems to appear the moment you need him, as if he’s bent time itself to make sure you’re never alone. (He probably has.)
His affection is quiet but deep; small gestures carry more meaning than any grand display ever could.
Prepares your favorite tea without asking, knows exactly how you like it, and places the cup in your hands with a look that says: “I was thinking of you.”
Time slows around you, literally. Sometimes the clocks in the castle tick out of rhythm when he’s too caught up in watching you smile.
The type to fix your collar or brush something off your shoulder while murmuring, “You’re perfect as always.”
Loves cooking with you, though he has to remind himself not to take over the whole process. He secretly enjoys watching you make a mess of his perfect kitchen.
When you laugh, he stops what he’s doing to listen. He says it’s “for study,” but you can see the fondness in his eyes.
You often catch him gazing at you during quiet moments, as if he’s memorizing you for every possible future.
His hugs are rare but meaningful: slow, grounding, the kind that makes you feel safe in ways words can’t describe.
He adores your curiosity about time and magic. He’ll answer your questions patiently, though sometimes he’ll grin and say, “That secret belongs to another timeline.”
If you fall asleep in the kitchen while he’s working, he’ll cover you with his coat, then continue cooking in silence, an almost imperceptible smile on his lips.
When he kisses you, it’s gentle but lingering, as though he’s savoring a moment he’s waited centuries to reach.
He’s protective, but never possessive; he trusts you, and that trust is sacred to him.
The one thing that scares him is the thought of losing you to time, so he cherishes every second, every breath, as though it could be the last.
Sometimes you’ll wake up to find a little clock on your bedside, the hands frozen at the exact minute he first realized he loved you.
Up next: Fragments of Eden (V. SORCERER)