#celestial war

[menelron]

Gluttony and Sloth’s Fall

part 6/7

parts; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

[mallylorelaimorningstar]

How MC became Queen of the Devildom. Part 1

MC did her best to help Barbatos get Diavolo, Lucifer, and his brothers inside. She new they'd all suffered fatal blows, even Barbatos was harmed severely himself. The angels had all backed off and retreated once they realized they'd attacked a human. They gathered all of their fallen brethren and retreated back to the Celestial Realm.

She tried her best to help Barbatos, After helping the brothers and making sure they were stable, MC tried to heal Diavolo. After many attempts on her and Barbatos' part.... Nothing could be done. The former demon prince, now demon king had been wounded one too many times with poisoned arrows and there was nothing that MC or Barbatos could do, Diavolo's blood had been poisoned and there was no remedy or cure, no spell, no potion, no healing salves, and no amount of rituals that could bring the beloved demon king back from his cruel fate.

Diavolo's words rang in her ears and mind as she collapsed to the ground. She poured her heart out in anguish at the loss of Diavolo. He was supposed to be her prince, her king. He was the love of her life and she had been so angry, the loss was so great. She felt sadness, anger, heartbreak, and pain all at once. She held Diavolo's large and now, cold hands as she cried painfully against Diavolo's chest.

(Flashback)

MC knew something wasn't right that day. She'd always been suspicious of the sudden events happening in the Devildom as of late, With the title of Advisor to the Brothers and Diavolo being bestowed upon her, As well as Diavolo's sudden proposal of marriage to a low noble demoness, and then the coronation.... MC couldn't help but feel uneasy. Yet, even though she knew something didn't feel right, she held her tongue and her suspicions due to lack of evidence but she knew in her gut that something was going to happen

It all happened so suddenly, the day started out like any other, just a normal day at RAD. While Lucifer and Diavolo worked on the many piles of paperwork and Barbatos being an ever loyal butler, MC sat on the other side of Diavolo's large desk. Lucifer and Diavolo sat side by side as they worked, Barbatos served tea, and MC was writing up the schedules for Lucifer and Diavolo's upcoming plans.

Feeling uneasy and feeling the sudden need to get up and move around, MC sat her work down and excused herself politely. She left Diavolo's office to use the bathroom and perhaps take a break outside. She walked by a window and as something caught her eye, she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened as she saw a multitudinous vast horde of angels in the distance.

All the angels marched through the Devildom, dressed to the nines in angelic armor and weapons. That all sported their wings and halos as they slowly, but surely, approached. MC quickly became horrified and rushed back to Diavolo's office.

She ran inside and slammed the door, seemingly out of breath. Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos all looked to MC, they all noticed the horror and fear in her eyes. Diavolo spoke up. "MC? What ever is the matter? Why do you look so terrified?"

MC shook in fear as she tried to catch her breath. She took shaky steps over to Diavolo's desk. Barbatos caught MC as she nearly collapsed, she sat down and tried to collect herself as she spoke. "Angels..... An army..... Approaching at high speeds..... In the Devildom....."

With her shaky words, Diavolo quickly stood up, His demon form had been revealed. He looked to Barbatos and Lucifer. "Come, we need to find out why they're here." He looked to MC. "Stay here, send a message to Lucifer's brother's and Solomon but do not leave RAD. Understand?"

MC nodded quickly as she finally managed to catch her breath. As Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer left, MC shaking picked up her D.D.D and sent an emergency text to the brothers group chat as well as her chat with Solomon. She explained what was going on and how the angels had arrived. She put her D.D.D in her uniform packet and went around to check on the students and teachers in each class. MC gave them strict instructions to stay inside and not to leave the classrooms.

Before she knew it, several hours had gone by and she'd heard nothing from Lucifer, his brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, or Solomon. Since she refused to simply stand around and wait, She disobeyed Diavolo's instructions and rushed outside.

She had run like her life depended on it. When she made it outside, she looked on in horror at the carnage that had plagued the Devildom. Many demons lay vanquished and dead, angels also lay bloodied on the ground with golden ichor seeping into the soil from their battered bodies. She desperately looked around for Lucifer, His brothers, Diavolo.... Or anyone she recognized really.

MC ran through the carnage, nearly tripping over the dead bodies as she ran. She came across a scene that horrified her the most. Lucifer and his brothers as well as Solomon, layed on the ground. Battered, Bruised, and wounded. They all held on dearly to each other for their lives, Barbatos wasn't far away and neither was Diavolo. MC saw the angels approaching with their weapons drawn.

MC rushed past Barbatos with an almost inhuman speed and with a sudden burst of magic, she managed to shield herself and Diavolo from the brutal menagerie of flying arrows and swords. The angels, realizing what they'd done, retreated. They saved their living brethren and teleported all the fallen angels back to the Celestial Realm.

MC collapsed at Diavolo's side and held him up. Tears filled her eyes as they raked over Diavolos fatally wounded body. "Diavolo..... Please, no...." She gasped, tears falling down onto Diavolo's cut up face.

Diavolo, still clinging to life, but barely holding on, looked up at MC with the one eye he had remaining and he held MC's hand. "MC..... There's nothing you can do.... I'm too far gone and you won't be able to save me."

MC shook her head furiously, she clutched Diavolo's hands as tears came out of her eyes, pouring like waterfalls. "Stop it.... Stop it, Diavolo! You don't know that! Please, don't do this to me!"

Before Diavolo could speak, his bride had rushed out of the castle and over to the group. "Damnit! Get away from him!" The demoness yelled furiously at MC.

MC refused to back away, she glared at the demoness and she screamed. "NO! YOU GET AWAY!!!! I WON'T LET YOU HURT HIM ANYMORE!!!"

Diavolo's ears rang as he heard MC scream at the demoness he called his wife. He coughed uncontrollably and his scorching blood poured from his mouth. He grabbed MC's face weakly and made her look at him. "MC.... Stop.... I need you to do something for me. I know You're not ready for it but I need you to step up for me...."

MC realized that Diavolo's life was slowly slipping away, she turned to look at him and she listened. "What is it Diavolo...? What do you need me to do?" She asked in a shaky voice with her eyes still full of tears.

Diavolo coughed once more as he weakly held MC's face. He spoke in the softest and sweetest voice he could muster. "MC.... I need you.... To take my place.... As ruler of the Devildom...."

Before MC could respond, The demoness lashed out in anger at Diavolo. " WHAT?! No!!!! Diavolo! I'm your wife! Your queen! That title goes to me!!!!" She yelled furiously.

Diavolo glared at the demoness and he spoke in a scarily calm tone. "Shut your mouth. You're the one who caused this.... You're the one who'll be responsible for my death. You're a traitor and you've committed treason. You've lost your title and your nobility." Diavolo look at MC. His tone and facial expression changes. "Please MC.... I beg of you.... Take care...." His voice broke and his eye closed. "Of the Devildom.... Please...." He spoke his final words before taking his final breath. His body went limp in MC's arms.

MC sobbed as she held Diavolo. She looked at Barbatos and begged him to do anything but Barbatos could only frown and sadly bow his head. MC cried as the loss weighed upon her soul. Slowly, her pain and anguish turned to rage. She settled Diavolo's body on the ground and she stood up. She looked to Barbatos. "Take her to the dungeon, please. I'll wait out here for when you return."

Barbatos nodded as his gaze turned cold and relentless. Of course the demoness tried to run and get away but even in Barbatos' wounded stage, he caught up to the demoness. He made a portal to the dungeon in the castle and he forcelly locked her in. He existed the castle via the same portal and helped MC get Diavolo's body and well as Lucifer and his brothers into the castle.

(Back to the present.)

MC had helped heal Lucifer and his brothers. She gestured for Lucifer to follow her, which he did willingly. And as MC sought vengeance, she and Lucifer descended to the dungeon. Where they spent quite a lot of time torturing the demoness who dared betray Diavolo and the Devildom.

(And that's it for part 1! Let me know if y'all like this!)

[theicelord]

In the private corridors at the intervals of one long, stressful congress meeting:

"Zee?" — the leonal inquires, looking back at his lover who, in his own words, was only there "for emotional support" — "you and the representative of Celestia are on a nickname basis?"

The ice Lord waves at the Planetar and answers: "we were quest buddies long ago"

"You never told me that" — Talisid looks at one and at the other repeatedly — "when was that?"

"That was in that... part... of my past that I don't talk about" — mutters the Ice Lord without separating his upper from his lower teeth.

Talisid looks at the angel expecting him to reveal what the Ice Lord would never.

The angel sighs — "he promised to someone they would never speak of this"

"To someone? To whom?"

The Ice Lord throws his finger at the lion's lips — "That... is what you cannot know" — turns around and starts walking away while the lion thinks.

"Is that why you always cast Mind Blank on yourself before every single time we meet? So that I won't find out whatever it is that you're hiding?"

The Ice Lord stops and turns his head on profile

"...it is true that I don't like my thoughts being read, that wasn't a lie"

Talisid turns back at "Zee" — "what is he hiding?"

"Please don't inquire me about this, these are private matters between him and Vi—"

The Ice Lord turns with a firm, angry expression.

"I better be going" — says the angel — "there are more important matters at stake right now and Celestia is still undecided"

The angel flaps his wings and flies away through the corridor.

[dawnsbreaking]

She found him in the library, where she often did, alone. The Avatar of Wrath, for all the deafening thunder of his fiery reputation, lived for the solace found in quiet corners of the Devildom. He was most at home in the library or his room with a book, a cup of tea, and the hum of a fire to quiet his thoughts. - family therapist strikes again

pairing: satan/mc (she/her) word count: 1,725

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She found him in the library, where she often did, alone. The Avatar of Wrath, for all the deafening thunder of his fiery reputation, lived for the solace found in quiet corners of the Devildom. He was most at home in the library or his room with a book, a cup of tea, and the hum of a fire to quiet his thoughts.

"Hello," she said, "I knew I'd find you here."

Satan gave her a gentle smile. 

"I'm easy to find, if you know where to look." There was an intimacy implied between them; she always knew where to look.

The events of the week before had been taxing for everyone. The revelation of Lilith's human life and the repercussions of Lucifer's deal with Diavolo reverberated through the House of Lamentation like a bell had been rung, calling them to mourn their sister anew.

The elder brothers—Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan—sulked in their collective guilt while the younger brothers—Asmodeus and Beelzebub—worried after the recently freed Belphegor.

Satan, as always, was caught in the middle, twisting silently with complicated emotions. He’d escaped to the solace of the library, leaving his brothers to their grief. It had almost been prophetic of a Diavolo to assign him the role of the middle child. It suited him, the oft-forgotten fourth brother, as he was long-suffering despite his fatal sin.

“How are you?” She asked, sitting carefully on the arm of his chair. If he were in a better mood, she’d turn and rest her legs across his lap or drape an arm across his shoulders. If he were in a better mood, he’d loop an arm around her waist or pull her from her perch and into the large chair with him.

His hands remained firmly on the book in his lap. She kept her distance.

Satan turned, looking her up and down. His expression was soft but reserved, like he was holding back crashing waves with nothing more than an umbrella.

“Family therapist,” he accused.

She only shrugged. The joke held a piece of the truth. She’d been checking in on all of the brothers since the incident, offering an empathetic ear. And, on a grander scale, she was always attentive of the brothers’ feelings.

In the beginning, this had been a method of survival—she’d felt it prudent to avoid demons in poor moods for her own safety. Now that she no longer feared the brothers, she found that a lot was to be gained by allowing them to open up to her. She’d made herself indispensable to the Devildom, just by being a good friend to her hosts.

"Your friend," she reminded him, though she'd be lying if she said she didn't desire to be more. And there'd been whispers between the brothers that Satan felt the same.

They all cared for her, that was abundantly clear in the way they doted on her and fought constantly for her attention, but they were starting to catch on to the special care she gave to Satan in return.

Just before the incident, she'd finally made her pact with the Avatar of Wrath. The other pacts had been easy enough—any reluctance had been mostly for show—but Satan had been more sanctimonious about the ordeal. In private conversations, he’d expressed that he feared for the transmutation that their relationship would undergo by way of the pact. He was afraid of the commitment, too. Her reassurances had been enough, in the end, as well as the knowledge that she'd been afraid of the same things.

When the pact was finally formed, it was true that something had shifted between them. There was that same supernatural feeling of trust that she'd been imbued with, just like with the other pacts. There was that same intimacy, as well, when they touched foreheads and she got the tiny glimpse into his mind that such contact afforded her. There was something else with Satan, though, that took some time to appear.

By the time she'd fully inhabited the feeling, they were swept up into Lucifer's revelations and into Belphegor's escape from the attic. There was no time, with the brothers so out of sorts in the fallout, to wonder after the pit in her stomach.

Satan hummed noncommittally. Fear of his fatal sin kept him from allowing himself closeness to others, she knew this. Still, she pushed.

She didn't fear him.

Really, of all the brothers, she'd always felt safest with Satan. He was soft-spoken and stoic but he never came across as cold or intimidating. His characteristic silence came with a strong, calming aura. Silent moments by his side felt like taking refuge in the shade beneath a tall camphor tree.

"You know, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to," she said, "but I enjoy hearing your thoughts."

Satan usually responded to gentle prodding. He needed to know that she cared, that she wasn't just checking with him out of some sense of obligation.

"My thoughts are complicated."

She laughed. "Aren't they always?"

Satan sighed, dropping the book from his lap onto the table next to him. He surprised her, then, by taking one of her hands into his own. He was careful, balancing their interwoven hands on her knee.

He didn't like to be touched when he was upset, so, even though he'd initiated  contact, she kept still so as not to overwhelm him.

"Tell me," she said, after a moment of silence passed between them. "Even if I don't understand, I'll listen."

He squeezed her hand and began, "You know that I wasn't born in the Celestial Realm like the others, right?"

"Right." She didn’t understand this exactly, but she knew enough to follow the threads of worry that extended from the event of Satan’s creation.

"That means that I never met Lilith. I know about her, but she was gone before I was..." He hesitated to say 'born.’ That wasn't quite the right word. He shook his head. "I have these bits of me that aren't me and all of those pieces remember loving her."

She held tight to his hand as he shuddered. Though she couldn’t quite grasp the way Satan had come into being, she knew that he struggled with feeling like some part of him would always belong to something or someone else.

It was where his anger toward Lucifer stemmed from, this feeling of a debt forever unpaid.

"Do you wish you had gotten to know her?" She asked, unsure if this was the right question but hoping it would keep him talking.

"Maybe." He frowned. That wasn't it. "I think... I resent the inauthenticity of the feelings."

The answer was so precise, so narrow. He'd pinpointed the issue exactly. She wondered how long he'd had to sit there, half of his mind occupied with a novel while the other half grasped for the perfect verbiage to wholly encapsulate his frustration.

“That is complicated.”

The problems that the demons had were far beyond her as a human, though this was something she’d never admit to any of the brothers out loud. She usually found herself unable to offer advice. This time, though, she had a unique perspective in that Lucifer had offered insight on this same issue.

While Satan was created from Lucifer’s wrath and bore the curse of this as his fatal sin, his positive traits were all his own. He was uniquely able to mitigate the effects of his flaw, and uniquely steadfast in his concern for doing so.

It was a testament to Satan’s will that Lucifer so often found it hard to relate to him. Those parts of Satan that held foreign memories weren’t so much pieces of Lucifer as they were the foundations of Satan’s own life.

These feelings for his sister and these echoes of the Celestial Realm were as much Satan’s as they were Lucifer’s—they were his birthright.

She took a breath, wishing she shared Satan’s grasp on language as she searched for the proper words to express all of this. 

“You’re going to hate that I’ve heard about this from Lucifer,” she began, finding it easiest to come clean ahead of what she had to say, “but I know he worries about most of the same things you do.”

Expecting anger, she paused, waiting for Satan to object. Instead, his face remained fixed, his mouth a thin line, his brows furrowed as he listened intently.

It struck her, in times like these, how much the brothers trusted her. Against all odds, against everything they’d been taught to believe about humans, they cared for what she had to say.

“All of those feelings are yours, because they’re a part of you.” She spoke in a soft voice, hoping to convey that she believed this to be a good thing. “That’s enough. There’s no use ignoring the way you feel just because it doesn’t make sense.”

“Hm.” Satan was thinking, there was no use for words as he took in what she was saying.

“When I made the pacts, there was this sudden wave of trust and affection every time. Those feelings are real, even if they originated from some place outside of me.”

“Right.” He nodded, looking away. She could see the ideas shifting behind his flickering eyes.

She squeezed his hand, bringing him back to her.

“I’m sorry if I’m speaking out of turn, I just worry about you.”

“I know.” He laughed. “You’re the only one who ever does.”

“You know that isn’t true.”

He turned back to her, flashing an odd grin. “I’m not just taking your word for it.”

“Fine.” She could convince him that his brothers cared for him another day. It was enough, in that moment, that he knew she cared for him. That war had seen many a losing battle.

“Thank you,” he said. “For finding me.”

Satan wouldn’t admit it, but she could tell by his lightened mood that she’d gotten through to him. This was as close as she’d get to him admitting that she was right. The problem wasn’t solved, necessarily, but he could move forward with new, more hopeful datapoints to tangle with.

He raised her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist.

“You always know where to look.”

-

i want to maybe do one of these for each of the brothers and i was going to write them in birth order but then a satan event happened. also my allegiance is to the smart, stoic ones. i mean, have you seen the way i write? like obviously. obviously!

comments/reblogs appreciated. pls yell with me about these men. <3

[devildomming]

The celestial war was lilith's fault.

hear me out first.

we all know that Lilith fed her human lover a celestial realm fruit which brought him back to life.

but the question is why did she do it?

now most of you will say,"because she didn't wanted her lover to die of course!". well, here's a thing.

Lilith was also an high-ranking angel, because the brothers were high-ranking angels as well.

she KNEW what the consequences were gonna be if she dared to mess with a human's lifespan let alone bring one back to life. She knew it was gonna start a war. She knew the brothers were gonna go against father and start a war.

but she decided that her lover was more important than her brother's angelic heritage.

Lilith knew that even if her lover died,he was ought to go to heaven ( celestial realm ) there,she could easily live with her lover forever. Yet she decided it would be better to disobey father.

y'all can criticize me but Lilith knew better,and she could do better.

[confusionwolf]

Here’s a drawing of Satan and Lucifer after the fall I love how these pieces turned out especially Satans tho

[everlyblaar]

Okay, I have been writing this piece for like a thounsand years, and never been posting it anywhere. I know that post an unfinished pieces is not respecting my story but I just want to atleast let it see the light rather bury in the dirt.

So this one only mention about the Celestial War and my Mc and another non related character that I made up.

What if Mc already know the brothers before the Celestial War and add more chaotic plus angst?

The fight between the student council of the Royal Academy of Diavolo with the Night army has come to an end. General Aya has been carried back to the Night hideout to treat her wound. Her body is covered by blood from head to toe, arm ripping apart. Leg bend in unlogical way.

The doctors and nurse have moved her in immediately to treat her, they don’t want to face the boss' wrath when he comes back.After a long surgery and treatment. Aya now lay in the bed, sleeping peacefully while one of the nurses took cream to apply on her scar.

They all know that general Aya really cares about her appearance, like she has said. It was her biggest strength and others biggest weakness. After that, they clean up the general body and move out.

A few hours later, Aya awakens. She looked around to see there were some doctors and nurses coming to greet her.

They call her general, then it must be people of the night. Only they call Aya general. The others are afraid of her more than accept her as their general.

She grunt and sit up, she is fine.

This little wound is nothing compared to the one from the Celestial war. And that is an angel compared to a demon.

The first time she was in war. She is only by herself, one lonely wolf against a whole army of angels to protect fallen angels. This time, the fallen angels from the past are now the most powerful demons in hell.

But again, she is still by herself, they lose, they lose her, again.

She mis-hearted answered the doctor and nurse checking up question. She rolls up her sleeves like an old bad habit, to take a look at the….

Where are the scars? Where is her scar?

The nurse must see her shocked reaction so that she calmly and proudly explains. And for the response, general Aya did not thank but stared deep into their eyes.

They what? They erased her scar?

The nurse's proud smile is fading right away as Aya grabs on their collar and throws them midair to the wall. No matter how much the others screaming and begging for her to calm down, she keep picking up the nurse and punch.

In the general eyes now is nothing accept wrath, her eyes, her mind is full with wrath. There is no words to describe how much she want to end this stupid soul right away.

When there is another punch ready to land on the terrify soul face, someone reach in and grap her wrist, prevent her to hit the innocent soul that is crying, sobbing, begging her to stop. She doesnt turn back but scream for whoever interrupt her to step away.

But the response for her screaming and threatening is a hug. The night pulls her up and drags her into a tight hug, no matter how hard she fights kicking him to back off.

She hated him, no, not only hate, she wanted to kill him. He is non stop following her, he not stop let her has her own life. He is everywhere she is, but whenever he is there is death.

At the Celestial realm, at the human realm, now, even when Aya has run deep to hell to avoid him. The night still has way to drag her away the happiness she is having, and drag her toward him.

She bit hard on his exposed neck, hard enough to draw blood out of his body. She want to know, is this cold blood soul really cold. The others is screaming and try to get help for their boss. But he shused them to be quiet and gently lay a hand on her head. Whispering she is okay, everything is okay.

But she know that is not. She is not okay, infact, she is being in the most terrible state in the milliane years.

She finally found a place to call home, a place to look forward to going to, a place that she could find comfort. And a place where she could actually take a sleep, without being fully in guard and mind full with cautiousness.

A place that the Night could never afford for her.

A home. With the brothers, with the one she truly loves and trusts, with a family. A feeling that she thought she could never feel it, she has it in her hand now.

But the night, envious of it, he envies that she has a home but he does not, so he has to destroy her.

And one more time dragged her into the dark, again.

[cosmonira]

The fuck?

I can't really picture what this object is but why would luci take it?

Oh.... Mammon. . .

It would be a great line if the said demon hadn't tried to sell it first

Btw, have you guys ever thought on how the brothers acquired the title of avatar?

I got this theory that they've done something in heaven, like stealing for Mammon, and their punishment (besides the fall) was to be consumed by their sin