i love the duality between my infamous mcs bc one of them is the most evil gay person you’ve ever met who is a shameless flirt yet also openly madly in love with his manager, and the other would give up everything they’ve ever done if it just meant having seven lawless back.
Plum Honey Velvet’s Yuxuan Qiu 🤝 Icarian Doves’ Dove Lytvyn
cw: mutilation, body horror, murder, arson, mentions of past rape
BAD GIRLS DO IT WELL
I’m sure we’ve all seen those high speed interstate cop chases in movies right?
They are honestly more stressful than one would think. Cal has long since passed out from stress in the passenger seat of my Mustang. I glance in the rear view mirror to gauge the distance between me and the pigs, about 7 of them, still pretty far behind me.
I turn the radio up, currently blasting an hour version of Bad Girls by M.I.A. appropriate music if i say so myself. I grab my phone from the cup holder and dial up Mammon. It rings a few times before he answers.
“Yo, Isis do ya need something?”
“Listen, Mams this is really important. I need you to gather up everyone and get Diavolo. I’m in a bit of a pinch and I’m going to make an impromptu stop in the Devildom. I need you to listen carefully, you guys need to go to a very open place, preferably somewhere not public and you don't mind it getting torn up a bit.”
“Wait, whats going on?”
“Currently in a high speed chase with some cops on I-40. I’ll explain more but from what I heard on the radio I have maybe 20 minutes if I’m lucky before I hit the road block and get my ass in prison. I’m going like 110 so it might be ten minutes.” I pause and activate the pact I hold with him. “Be quick, and do anything to get Diavolo to open up a portal big enough for my Mustang to go through.”
I don't listen to his response as I hang up.
Now I suppose you are wondering how the hell I got into this situation. Let me explain.
A Few Days Prior:
I stare at the news playing on my screen in shock. Mortification. Fear. Dylan Earl Hueghs, released from prison on parole. My mind flashes to that night all those years ago. Poor 17 year old me, unable to do anything against him. And I know, I just know that I cant let him do what he did to me to anyone else.
I’m going to kill him.
After some perusal of the internet I find out where he’s going to be staying, an old ex mutual friend of ours. And my plan starts formulating. Break into the house, kill him, potentially the old friend, steal his shit and burn the place down.
A solid plan honestly, and I’d most likely end up in prison. That is if I didn't have friends in literal hell. If shit hits the fan I call one of them up, probably Mams and get him to round up Diavolo so i can be portaled in.
Theres only two big issues, Cal and our plethora of animals.
Obviously Cal would be brought in for questioning and potentially getting arrested. He will have to go with me. Honestly he would probably help me, although he isnt a violent person, but he despises Dylan.
And that started everything that led up to where we are now.
Midnight, :8 Hours Prior To The Chase.
Cal and I stand at the back of the place Dylan is currently staying.
“Alright, you secure anything worth shit. Money, game consoles, games, any guns cuz I’m sure Logan might have some and get them in the car. I’ll handle the dirty work.”
“Got it. Are you sure you really want to do this, Isis. Once he’s dead you cant come back from that.” Cal says shifting on his feet anxiously.
“I know, make sure you have your gloves on. Though I’m sure someone might see us make our escape we don't wanna leave prints. If I don't do this he might hurt someone else. Dylan is unstable and doesn’t deserve to be walking free.” I stare right at the back door.
“Alright.”
And with that we start the break in. Easily enough, the back door was locked so we just slipped inside.
The house was dark and quiet, the people inside must be asleep. This makes my job easier, sneaking up the stairs I open doors as quietly as possible until I find Logan, sound asleep in his bed.
I creep up and in a moment of mercy, that Dylan would not be afforded, I just slit Logans throat in his sleep. The man gargling and choking on his own blood before meeting whatever waits him in the afterlife.
Shouldn’t have sided with an abuser.
Opening more doors I finally find Dylan. Once again the man is in his sleep. I step close to the bed and watch him for a few minutes. Funny thing about the human brain, it can always tell when it is being watched.
It takes the man a few minutes to stirr, when he does his gaze finds its way to my form, bloodied knife in hand, smiling wickedly at him.
“The fuck?” it says.
“Well hello there Dylan.” his name comes out with hatred and his eyes widen at the sound of my voice.
“Isis?”
“The very same.”
“What are you doing?” the mans voice starts rising in panic, and my skin itches with the need to lauch myself at him. But wheres the fun in that if I don't torment him first.
“I think you know very well what I’m doing. You ruined my life, I had to live with a constant reminder of what you did to me. And now, I’m here to get my revenge.”
“You’re insane.”
“Says the bitch that raped me and cut open my face. So that ‘If you cant have me, no one else can want me?’ I lost so many friends. I lost myself. I was in a mental hospital because of you.” I can tell that my emotions are going haywire by the way the temperature in the room drops drastically.
“Isis don't do this.” he pleads and boy do I love it.
“Man didn’t I say the same to you once, and you didn't stop, why should I?” I call out to Madir and it appears in my hand.
“Hear me now, let the one known as Dylan Earl Hueghs be immobile. Let him feel what is to be inflicted on him one hundred fold. Let him be unable to scream.” The look of fear that crosses Dylan’s will be something I look back on in the future and revel in.
Its a look that can only equal the one I once gave him. Pure unadulterated fear, and boy am I going to ride the high off that for days.
Dylan now immobile whimpers and mumbles apologies but the fall on deaf ears. He will get whats coming to him.
I rip the covers off of him to find him stark naked. Interesting. I waste no time castrating him. Hot tears pour down his cheeks as he tries and fails to scream. Magic sure does come in handy when you’re committing murder.
I smear the blood now covering my gloves all over his chest, an action given different circumstances would have been erotic. My blade finds its way to his stomach tracing small lines that pearl with blood before I plunge it directly where his stomach would be.
“Please, have mercy.” Dylan wheezes.
“No.” I say my voice long since warped by my mindstate and the magic at play.
I rip the blade to the side harshly and dig my hand into his guts. Swirling around his insides, I pull out some of his small intestines, I know I shouldnt be playing with him as much as I am, I really don't have the time but this is just too fun.
Dylan is chocking on his own blood and I know he will soon perish. “This is because of what you did. And maybe now you will know my pain.” I take the blade and drag it harshly down his face, in the same manner he once did for me
“See you in Hell.” I leave and make my way back down to where Cal is, who had just brought the last of the gasoline inside.
“Alright ready to douse this bitch?” I say grabbing a gallon.
“Yea.”
We spend the next few minutes pouring the liquid over everything flammable, and I made extra sure to douse the bodies thoroughly. I also take the time to change out of my now blood soaked clothing and throw them in a pile with gasoline, changing into a clean set.
“Alright Cal you start the car, I’ll set this place ablaze and then we hit the road.”
“You still havent told me what we’re doing after this.”
“Depends on what happens.”
Cal nods then leaves to start the car, I start the fire upstairs where the bodies are and make my way downstairs, throwing matches and lighters in my wake. And watch as everything takes light.
I’m free. He cant hurt me nor anyone else anymore.
Right as I get in the car I can hear the faint sounds of sirens in the distance, someone must have seen the starts of the fire and called the fire department.
“Fuck lets get out of here.”
As I’m pulling out of the neighborhood, I spot a cop who doesnt seem to think anything is amiss.
THREE HOURS LATER
“Urgent news! Recently released Dylan Hueghs place of residence has been burned to the ground. Authorities believe it to be foul play and the suspect is thought to be driving a red Mustang, unknown year model. We don’t know the name of the suspect but it is thought to be someone from the case, of which got him into prison. If anyone has any leads to who the arsonist is please call your local police, or if anyone has seen a suspicious red Mustang driving around.”
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Cal chants at the sound of the radio.
“Cal don't panic we’ll be okay.”
“Uhh babe? I think there’s cops on our tail.”
I glance in the rear view and sure enough there is a cop car behind us, I have at this point been driving like normal. It isnt until the cop turns on its lights that I curse.
“Cal I’m going to need you to not panic, and try not to scream.”
I slam on the gas quickly accelerating before switching into 5th gear and taking off, thankfully the interstate is oddly dead, which I suppose is fair given how early it is.
“Isis you’re going to get us killed.”
“This is where the plan goes to a place you wont like it.” I smile at my friend and continue going quicker, soon losing the cop after maneuvering through some fo the little traffic there is.
THE PRESENT
The road block comes into view about a mile up the road from where I’m at, when I get a call back from Mammon.
“ISIS ARE YOU OKAY?” He yells as soon as I pick up.
“Yea but I’m about to not be, the road block is about ¾ of a mile up the road and I’m running out of time, are you guys in a field?”
“Mammon give me the phone.” I hear Diavolo’s muffled voice say before it becomes clear. “I expect an explanation when do you need me to open the portal?”
“You guys getting any live feed from where I’m at?”
“Yes, Barbatos is going to have to work overtime to cover this for you. You best make that up to him.”
“You got it boss, if you could open the portal about 40 feet away from the blockade that’d be great, I’m also to it. Best make sure you guys stand back, I’m going 155 and you’d get creamed if you were in front.”
“Im opening the portal can you see it.”
“Yessir.” I throw the phone back into the cupholder.
“FUCK THE POLICE AND FUCK DYLAN EARL HUEGHS HE DESERVED WHAT HE GOT!” I shout at the top of my lungs, loud enough for the cops to hear.
I floor my gas and speed through the portal turning my head to shout. “FUCKING CLOSE IT QUICK THERES COPS ON MY ASS.”
I slam my foot on the clutch and do a maneuver straight out of Fast and the Furious and slam my breaks coming to a screeching halt, nearly giving myself whiplash in the process. Once I’m stopped I slump over my steering wheel.
“HOLY FUCK, I CANT BELIVE I JUST DID THAT.” I unbuckle and step out of the car, immediately falling on the grass and rolling over, my adrenaline that was keeping me going for the past 8 hours nearly crashing all at once.
Dragging myself up I stand and make my way over to the other side of the car, all of my boys currently running over to where I am.
“Cal. Cal, we’re safe. WAKE UP BITCH.” I slap Cal’s face a few times and he starts awake.
“Huh, where are we?”
“Cal, welcome to the Devildom. Cmon you gotta meet the guys who just saved us from prison.”
Diavolo and Lucifer got to the car first, Lucifer sporting a glare that clearly says ‘if you werent so important to everyone youd be dying right now’.
“Isis, what is the meaning of all this?” Lucifer shouts. “Mammon rounds all of us up in a panic spouting nonsense and practically dragged Diavolo here.
“In his defense I envoked the pact and said use any means necessary.”
“I’m very interested to hear what you have to say Isis.” Diavolo’s calm and slightly amused tone reaches my ears.
Leaning heavily on my passenger door I wait for everyone else to show up. Now that I notice it, half of the brothers are in their demon forms. Satan however is in a form I have never seen before.
Satan looks just about what most people would think Satan would look like. Goat head, three different sets of horns, and fire spewing off of his form, singeing the grass around him. His intense blue gaze rakes across my form as he literally stalks over on cloven feet.
“What did you do?” Satan’s voice calls out, his tone warbled and sounding like there is ash in his throat.
“I killed some people and arsonized their house.”
“YOU DID WHAT?” Lucifer yells.
“Luci, calm your tits. My ex got out of prison, I killed him to make sure there isnt a repeat of the past.”
Diavolo regards me with an intense gaze.
“Killed his friend he was housing with for the time being. Logan used to be one of my friends but he sided with Dylan, I didn't torture Logan, i killed him while he slept. Dylan though, he suffered. However, I come bearing spoils of war, aka shit I stole from their house before I torched it. Cal help me hand out the shit.”
Cal steps out of the car and avoids glancing in the direction of the angered demons.
“For Levi, all of the consoles and games from the house. For Mammon, a safe that most likely contains some valuables you can sell. Luci, Tantan, you can split any of the firearms between you. Asmo I’ll treat you to a shopping spree later, and Beel we can go out to eat. Belphie, there wasnt really anything that you’d be interested in there so we can do whatever you want.”
I pause before turning to Diavolo, “And for you, the soul of my abuser as an offering. May the suffer ing he endured in his last minutes bring you energy for a millenia.” I know theres a crazy look in my eye, and the stare that Diavlo gives me back I can only imagine mirrors my own. Utterly terrifying the way his eyes start to glow.
“Your offering is accepted, Isis.” Diavolo reaches out and pulls me into his side practically supporting all of my weight, Diavolo’s extremely pleased aura envelops me to a point where I feel like I might drown in it. Oh yea, he liked my gift.
“You were emoting through the pacts.” Satan’s warbled voice breaks through Diavolo.
“Ahh, sorry about that, I was well, blood lust is a very real thing.” I chuckle while still slumped against Diavolo. “We’ll need to get all my shit from my house, is now a bad time to apply for residency?” I look up at Diavolo.
“Granted. Shall I just have your house moved down here?” He says.
“That would be epic honestly. Fuck I’m about to crash could you catch me?” and with that I blacked out, safe and sound
(ps the songs i imagine they're dancing to are the second waltz op. 99a by dmitri shostakovich and then flightless bird, american mouth by iron & wine)
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“Okay, put this hand here,” Asmodeus guided Matty’s to his shoulder, “I’m going to lead first, alright? And then once you get the hang of following, we’ll switch and I’ll teach you to lead.”
“Do you guys seriously waltz? Like, this is a real ball?” Matty asked, trying to stay still when Asmodeus put a hand on his hip. “That's old school.”
“It's classy,” Asmodeus corrected, giving Matty a teasing little smile. “Okay. Right now, you can look down at our feet, but once you really start waltzing, you have to look your partner in the eye. Don't worry, no one will make you do a travelling waltz.”
Matty nodded and was thankful to take his gaze off of Asmodeus, instead watching their feet as the demon both explained and demonstrated the steps to a waltz. He mumbled an apology every time he stepped on Asmo’s feet and he imagined he’d die of embarrassment if he had to look the demon in the eye. Asmodeus was surprisingly pleasant about it, laughing and brushing off Matty’s every mistake, encouraging him and, eventually, he managed to get Matty waltzing. It took a lot of effort, but Asmodeus had done it.
The music playing from his phone filled the room, upbeat and warm, urging on every step. Asmodeus had to keep reminding Matty to move with the tempo of the song since the human kept moving too quickly or too slowly. In his defense, having Asmodeus so close to him was distracting. The waltz that was playing was bright and twinkling, apparently from some Devildom composer, considering it had a quality about it that Matty only ever heard in demon music. It wasn't bad, it just sounded inhuman.
The song came to an end as they slowed down, or perhaps they slowed down because it came to an end; Matty couldn't tell. His head was spinning from being so close to Asmodeus, from dancing like that, from the music and the steps. Matty backed up to lean against the wall, his back to it and his hands on his knees to brace himself. Asmodeus trailed over to the dresser where his D.D.D. was, pausing the next song just a note or two in.
“What do you think?” Asmodeus asked. He didnt need a breather, like Matty did. He still looked so flawless and pristine, a small smile on his face as his eyes stuck to Matty.
“That's so much work. Why can't you just slow dance?” Matty asked, only partially joking.
“We do that, too,” Asmo nearly giggled, then paused as Matty stood up, “Look at your face, cutie. You don’t know how to slow dance either?”
“I’ve never danced at all before,” Matty admitted. He tore his eyes off of Asmodeus, instead brushing something that wasn't there off his pants, “Not with a partner, anyway. Not an actual dance.”
Asmodeus gingerly pulled Matty against him, arm around his waist, noses nearly touching. “That's okay,” he said softly, as though his voice might startle Matty, “I’ll be your partner now. We’ll dance every way we can until the moon disappears.”
Matty blinked, and then gave a small nod, eyes staring into Asmo's bright, warm eyes. He couldn't tell if Asmodeus was making an innuendo or not, but experience told him it was likely. How embarrassing. Matty chose to ignore it, as well as the pounding of his heart. “You can't get upset if I step on your foot again,” he mumbled. Asmodeus laughed brightly and started to sway back and forth gently, though he had paused the music.
“I don’t care, so long as you don't ruin my shoes,” Asmo hummed, “How should we do this, sweetie? How close do you want to be?”
“To you?” Matty made a noise between a scoff and a laugh and then shrugged, “Aren't I pretty close already?”
Asmodeus put one hand on the side of Matty’s face, rubbing his cheek, “You're so cute,” he murmured, “Put your head against my shoulder like you're listening to my heart, won't you?”
Matty looked at him for a moment. Asmodeus stepped away to pick up his D.D.D. and start another song, this one the type of cheesy slow song that Matty routinely avoided at dancing functions. Not that he didn't want to slow dance, of course he did. He really, truly did, but he refused to admit he wanted it, and he refused to swallow his pride and ask anyone to dance. And thus, the opportunity never arose.
“Do you want to?” Asmodeus asked, hands readily poised to step into the dance, to hold Matty just so. Matty looked away from Asmodeus and nodded. At least Asmo would lead. At least Asmo was forward. Everything Matty wanted Asmodeus would offer; all he had to do was say yes.
Matty let himself be wrapped in Asmo’s arms again. He rested his head against Asmo’s chest, like he was told to, and it felt right to close his eyes. He didn't, not for long, he didn't want to look stupid or cliche, as if there was anyone else in Asmodeus’s room that would judge him. The demon directed Matty on where to put his hands, how to hold Asmodeus, and just as the song picked up, they started to fall into a soothing rhythm of dance.
Swaying and rocking, back and forth, Asmo’s warmth and perfume enveloping Matty as he closed his eyes in bliss. He could hear the soft bumping of Asmo’s heart, which managed to thump in time with the music, with their steps and sways.
“You wanted this so badly,” Asmodeus whispered, soft and careful, the way one addresses an old wound that never healed. “For so long, you wanted this, with all of your heart.”
“Says who?” Matty swallowed, opening his eyes. He could feel the concern on his face, the way his brows knit together and his mouth turned down.
“Your heart,” Asmodeus said almost mournfully. Matty sighed. He wanted to stop. He wanted to break away and sit down and brush the situation off as awkward and simply refuse to dance at Diavolo’s stupid ball, but Asmodeus was so warm. He was so sweet. Matty didn't want to stop being held. If he left now, was there any guarantee he would ever have the chance to dance like this again?
And what was worse, Asmodeus was right. Slow dancing with him was a dream come true for Matty, and he wouldn’t admit it. He couldn't. He had spent so long telling himself that he didn't want it or didn't deserve it or that it would be stupid for him to want, he had spent so long denying it, it felt like a crime to actually have. That didn't mean he didn't want it still. That didn't mean that Matty didn’t desperately wish for it. That didn't mean he didn't fantasise about it and plan how it would go in his head, no matter how unrealistic it seemed.
Asmodeus continued, “I can see your every desire, hon. I can feel it. I can feel how badly you wanted this, at every wedding, at prom, at parties,” the demon sighed, as though they were his own painful choices, “It’s okay. I have you now, and you're mine, and I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetie, I’ll give you every dance.”
“Asmo,” Matty started, and then stopped, lifting his head off of the demon’s shoulder just to hide his face in it. “Stop. You’re making me sound pathetic.”
“It is not pathetic,” Asmodeus promised him, hand rubbing up and down his back to soothe him, “It’s human. You wanted this, you wanted it so, so badly, and I can give it to you now. Please let me give it to you.”
“I’m still dancing, aren't I?” Matty’s voice was muffled by Asmo’s sweater, and when the demon laughed, it shook through Matty, too. It was good to hear, since Matty felt like he’d cry after having his own soul bared to him.
“Right,” Asmo nodded. He nuzzled his face into Matty’s neck and whispered, “I’ll give it all to you. Everything. You deserve it.”
Matty took a deep, shaky breath and then gave his lover a small nod. “Just… Just dance with me. Just hold me and sway and that’s it. Just for now.”
“Of course,” Asmodeus kissed the side of Matty’s head and then reached to turn the music up. “Of course, my sweetie.”
They swayed. Asmodeus held his human. He pretended not to notice when he felt tears wet his shirt, or how Matty’s shoulders shook with every quiet sob. He stroked the human’s hair, toying with blond curls, shushing him and kissing the side of his head.
“It’s okay,” Asmodeus whispered, “I've got you now. I’ve got you, Matty. I’ll give you everything.”
Matty hated crying in front of people. He hated how nice Asmo was being. He hated how pathetic he was. He hated slow songs and he hated slow dancing, and yet there was nothing else he wanted that badly. He loved the dance. He loved the music. He loved being held, he loved the motion. All of it.
He loved Asmodeus. And he believed, for the first time, that Asmodeus loved him.
