Shaking his head and dismissing you when you told him words of affection, ruining romantic moments by getting nervous and muttering something about stupid humans instead of saying how he really feels.
Spouting insults that never held any real bite, leaving gifts at your door rather than giving them to you directly and insisting that he didn’t get it for you, he just had an extra — as if he didn’t eye you down the next day to see if you were wearing the jeweled necklace that took him months to save for.
All for what? To hide his feelings? He wanted you to know he loved you, wanted to be your one and only, but he was scared. Scared you wouldn't love him back. Scared it would ruin your friendship, that he would never get to see the smile he saw when he closed his eyes ever again.
So now, sitting with you in his arms, a pool of blood around you as your breaths stopped coming, he realized it.
I'm probably going to do a bunch of stuff for the Aftermath of lesson sixteen but today I present: Mammon crashing the fuck out because even he isn't stupid enough to commit treason and almost ruin all their lives forever a second time! I think I'll make a Satan one.
All was quiet in the House of Lamentation this fine night, and anyone who knew its residents would understand that quiet was very bad. It was dinner so all the brothers were around the table, Mc being at purgatory hall to recover from the trauma of dying. The day they went was quiet too, not even Mammon objecting on the trust that Mc knew what they needed after Belphegor killed them and the promise of return. Mammon hasn't spoken to Belphegor since he was forced to hold Mc's bleeding corpse, none of them have outside of short passing. Belphegor was more isolated now than he was in the attic with a distance so wide not even Mc could repair it without Belphegor putting in actual effort.
The only sound within the dining hall was the clinking of silverware and Beel's chewing. Satan started poking Lucifer with his knife just to be annoying like usual but they seemed closer with a growth Belphegor had missed. Asmo leaned over and stole Lucifer's hand the moment it was available to do Lucifer's nails before Lucifer had go do things and Leviathan made a suggestion they be legend of Zelda themed since Lucifer wore gloves anyway. normally Lucifer would say something about table manners but he kept eating nor would Asmodeus and Leviathan have ever attempted to do such things at the dinner table, at least not before. Belphegor grit his teeth, why did everyone seem to move on without him? Why is everyone fine with Lucifer but not him? Why doesn't he get to grow and be forgiven? Belphegor clicked his tongue and glared at Lucifer, but Mammon was the one to glare back. Belphegor shivered, unsused to the angry glare of the usually chill second eldest. Belphegor considered going to sleep to avoid this but Mammon's gaze was too unsettling.
All eyes fell on Belphegor the moment he opened his mouth "What are you looking at Mammon?"
"what about you, Belphe? If you're gonna glare at least say somethin'."
"Why do you only act strange around me and not Lucifer, none of this would have happened if he didn't lock me in the attic."
"Yeah, that was pretty shitty, more that he didn't tell us than the actual locking you up part."
Belphegor stood, slamming his hands on the table with more energy than he'd shown than when he laughed over Mc's corose "You're siding with him? I was doing what was right!"
Mammon looked at Belphegor and felt rather hysteric "Right? RIGHT?! Belphegor you were going to kill us, if ya had even a slight understanding of Politics we wouldn't be in this mess."
Belphegor looked offended at the accusation he was killing his brothers and that he didn't understand politics in comparison to Mammon "Huh?"
Mammon's wings unfurled behind him as his horns made an appearance "Don't "huh" me Belphegor, I'm supposed to be the stupid one but yer behavior makes a good argument against that. did ya forget how the House of Lords treated us when we first got here? They would take advantage of the fact you have committed treason a second time to kill the rest of us, do you understand? We weren't gonna to be able to run away a second time Belphegor, we barely got out the first time."
"But Lucife-"
Mammon scoffed "Lucifer is a fucking idiot with a lack of communication skills, that's fine we all have shit we need to fix but we can't fix that if we are dead, do you understand me? We got damn lucky with Mc, we were damn lucky it was only Lilith in the war, and we are damn lucky yer stunts haven't killed us all. actually, not all, Lucifer. Lucifer would pull some fucky bullshit to pardon the rest of us while he dies but there's no chance he'd be able to get ya pardoned too, do you hear me? And even if the rest of us did get pardoned we'd have to move again anyway since Lucifer is the one thing standing 'tween us and the House of Lords."
"But-"
Mammon started to approach his little brother, no one intervened as Magic wasn't permeating the air proving Mammon's self-restraint "No buts Belphegor, ya don't got a good reason. None of us were put in danger by the exchange program, none of us were going to be executed like before until you decided to act over nothing, it was you who put us in danger again. Yes Lucifer is at fault for not telling us you were up there, but at least he was actually trying to keep us alive, it is unfortunate he wasn't able to extend that too Mc thanks to you."
"Mc forgave me."
Mammon laughed, Mammon laughed at the sheer stupidity of Belphegor "Belphe, I'm supposed to be the stupid one here, ya never apologised, even Lucifer said sorry and is tryin' to do better. Mc only "forgave" ya because they didn't want to disrupt anything further or, I don't know, not die again? Does murder ring a bell to you Belphegor?"
Belphegor looked down in shame "Yes brother."
"Don't call me that," the others flinched and Mammon backed off Belphegor "just don't, not until you've learned to act like a brother and I apologise for not being a role model for that. Lucifer would apologise too but he's only capable of doing that once a month."
Lucifer huffed in response but made no objection, although he probably would apologise later to show he could. Belphegor was too scared of his big brother standing over him to get the humour, not that Mammon intended for the joke to be for Belphegor when it was just to comfort the others a little while the witness a rare lecture from Mammon.
"Belphe, get yer shit together before ya do something stupid again, I don't wanna have to hold Mc's body a second time."
Mammon took a deep breath and started walking away. He knew his limits well enough to understand he'd only get more upset the more he stayed. None of the others really looked at Belphegor except Lucifer who seemed rather sad at Belphegor's state. Mammon stopped by the door and hit the wall next to it lightly so he'd have Belphegor's attention back.
"Apologise to Mc when they get back Belphe, for real this time. G'nite Belphegor."
the others slowly returned to their own plates after witnessing Mammon being serious for the first time in so long they don't even know how many years it has been. Beel spared Belphegor a pitying glance and Lucifer seemed to want to comfort his little brother but nothing he could say would make a difference to Belphegor. It was almost as though he were still in the attic or maybe it would be different if he didn't kill Mc, but he isn't in the attic and he did kill Mc so the aftermath is his fault alone.
Imagine the cast seeing Mc in very human moments, “strange” things that humans sometimes do just for the sake of doing them. And that these moments leave a permanent mark on them throughout their lives.
On a particularly cold night in Devildom
Diavolo: *stepping out onto one of the palace balconies* Mc? Are you here?
Mc: *wearing a short-sleeved shirt and barefoot*
Diavolo: Mc!!! You're going to freeze! *runs towards them, putting his jacket on them* What are you doing here?
Mc: *looking at the horizon with slightly purple lips*
Diavolo: *worried* Mc…
Mc: I like feeling the cold.
Diavolo: Really?
Mc: Yes, it makes me feel awake… Alive.
Diavolo: …
Mc: *looking at him* Crazy, right? *smiling radiantly*
Diavolo: *smiling back* A little.
Mc: The cold reminds me of things, moments when I was happy, feeling it somehow makes me feel closer to those moments.
Diavolo: That's a very human thing.
Mc: You think so?
Diavolo: Ha, ha, totally *hugging them*, although now I want to try it too.
Mc: *wrapping their arms around him* Let me know if it works for you or not.
Diavolo: *blushing* You can count on it.
Many years later
Barbatos: Young master…
Diavolo: *sitting on the railing of the same balcony in his demonic form in the middle of a historic blizzard, staring blankly at the horizon*
Barbatos: Young-
Diavolo: They were right, the cold makes me feel closer to those moments.
Barbatos: …
Diavolo: *a tear running down his cheek* It reminds me of when I was happy…
HOW THE DEMON BROTHERS WOULD DEAL WITH THE LOSS OF YOU - PART 1.
LUCIFER
He would lock himself up in his room, burying himself in work and countless bottles of Demonus. He would try to think of it as just work, administration. But it took him two weeks to finally fill in the paper regarding your passing. Not that anyone was rushing him - it was just as hard for everyone else, Diavolo included.
MAMMON
His gambling addiction got significantly worse - after all, no one was there to stop him anymore. Not even Lucifer tried to do that. He lost interest in everything, and despite hoping in vain, not even going to the casino was enjoyable for him. He lost everything on games, except the things that reminded him of you. One of his cars, that you always said was your favourite (it became his favourite, too). Polaroid photos of the two of you together that you had insisted on taking at the fair, with a fake grimace on his face that nobody could be fooled by. A book you gave him saying he definitely should read it; he never did, saying he’s not made for reading books, that’s your thing. Not when you were still alive, at least. Since your passing, he’s read it countless times. That’s the only thing keeping him somewhat sane.
LEVIATHAN
To no one’s surprise, he isolated himself even more than before, locking himself in his room, barely being seen. He tried to drown himself in video games, specifically otome games, but all of the love interests reminded him of you, especially the ones who had similar features as you. He would never admit it, but it made him cry every time. Life genuinely became pointless to him, as he thought that no one could ever love him the way you did. Will you meet again in the afterlife? Is there afterlife for demons, at all?
SATAN
His wrath took over completely. He destroyed his room, (almost the HoL too, if his brothers didn’t stop him) all of his and your favourite books were torn apart. After coming down from the adrenaline high, he tried to glue the pages together of your favourite book – the only thing he had of you that was just yours and his, and nobody else’s.
The first night you and Satan had sex, he didn’t sleep a wink.
He kissed your neck in the afterglow, burying himself in your scent, listening to you catch your breath. Your chest caught the light as your lungs heaved in air, and the tiny moan you made when he shifted to a more comfortable position was music to his ears.
He helped you to the bathroom when you insisted you could walk. You leaned on his arm, and he happily supported your weight. He refused to let you clean yourself, instead telling you to relax. He washed you gently, making sure to get every bit of exposed skin. You shuddered when he reached the area in between your legs, and he stopped immediately to make sure he hadn’t hurt you.
He smoothed the covers around you once you got back to bed, making sure you were as cozy as you could be. Your head rested on his arm, your fingers on his chest. His hand rested lightly on your side, not putting its full weight on you, only hovering. His eyelids grew heavy, but he forced them open, waiting for your breathing to slow when you slipped into unconsciousness.
When he was sure you were asleep, he started to disentangle himself from you. He moved slowly, making completely sure he wouldn’t disturb your sleep. He pulled your hand away from his torso, replaced his arm with a pillow, and sat upright. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. He should be a gentleman, holding you in his arms beneath the blankets, basking in the intimacy of having his skin against yours in the darkness of night. Instead, he pulled his knees closer to his chest and watched you.
He’d read about men who watched their lover’s chest rise and fall while they slept. Yours barely moved, though, with the way you slept, curled up on your side. He was grateful for his demonic sight- he barely needed any light to make out your features. Your eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, your hair a tangled mess. Your mouth hung slightly open, with a tiny trail of drool snaking down your face and soaking into the pillowcase.
You were perfect. You were so perfect, and he was just a demon, watching you sleep. Instead of being chivalrous, protecting you from the world, he was sitting apart from you. He wasn’t touching you at all, letting the folds and creases of the blankets separate you from him. He wasn’t sure if he deserved to feel your skin.
Earlier, he could rationalize it away. You were getting something from the exchange- intimacy, pleasure, even the pride that came from the knowledge you were chosen by such a powerful creature. But now you were asleep, none the wiser to whether he was with you or not. If he laid down next to you now, there would be no pretense of mutual beneficence. No plausible deniability he could hide behind. No, the choice that he has laid out before him is a selfish one.
The question posed by your sleeping form is one he’s evaded since he could form a coherent thought. It’s not dressed up in whatever psychological terms he prefers, hidden from view by a thousand different layers of whisper-thin avoidance. It’s naked, as bare as he is on top of the mattress.
Does he deserve love?
Your love, specifically. But the answer to one question will resolve the other. Does he deserve to rest his muscles in your warmth? To risk waking you with his tossing and turning? To touch you, to hold you in his arms, and to trust himself that he will treat you with as much care as you deserve?
He can’t answer the question. Painfully, he realizes that his inaction is a choice in itself. The longer he sits here, watching you in all your beauty, the easier it is for him to decide that the answer is no. He doesn’t deserve you. Not the gentle touches you gave him as he tucked you into bed, not the gaze full of love that you use to devastating effect.
And yet… he’s a demon. He isn’t human, like you are. He doesn’t have that innate desire to balance giving and taking, to ensure that everyone else is having just as much fun as you are. He is not warm or inviting, he has none of your soft, fatty curves. He’s a filthy, degenerate, utterly selfish creature, who cares only for himself.
So he lays down beside you again. He makes sure you’re still secure beneath the covers, that his intrusion isn’t exposing you to cold air. He wraps one arm around your torso and tugs you just a bit closer, ears perking to the exhale that leaves your lips. He wipes the drool from your face and tucks your head beneath his chin, feeling your hair tickle his neck.
He doesn’t let himself sleep. He fights the pull of every part of his biology telling him that he is warm and safe. His eyes stay open, ears tuned to every breath in your lungs. Some instinctive part of him that he can’t quite name wants to fight against his body’s complacency. It wants to prove something: maybe if he can stay awake this time, protect you, attune to your being, he will begin to prove his worth.
As long as he can fight his nature, he might have a chance at deserving you.
How Would Brothers React After Realizing Your Pact Mark Is Gone
I shamelessly abandoned this series. I wanted to start fresh with same consept by writing a remake of Lucifer. I hope to finish it this time.
Lucifer
Lucifer's day was harsh today. He was getting finished just now. Almost midnight. He was walking with rage and a certain tired steps. His brother screwed up yet again. What happens when Lucifer's brothers fail on anything? He takes the fall from them. Diavolo's words had affected him today. He was angrier than usual towards him for the past weeks. Avatar of pride didn't even know why.
He went to his room. Put on some music, straight to take a shower. Lucifer was trying to wash these hardships away. As the drops hit ceramic tiles he tried to figure out what was wrong. For almost two weeks it felt like something was shifted in his life. His brothers were cold and unbearable again. Diavolo and his task grew even harsher. There was a ache in him. He didn't know what his feeling was but it felt closer to grief. Emotions are never complicated to him. He knows everthing. It's one of the perks of being the oldest.
He layed on the bed with his wet towel. He had to clear his mind. Maybe needed some affection in these weird times. And he knew how to do it. Lucifer knows who is there in his pocket for times like this.
You of course. He can call you to his room. You would come running as always. Grateful he wanted your presence. He would act as if it was a favor you got to be near him. He would talk and you can listen like his words are an angels song. You would spend the night with him even if would never show you may hear his heart skip beats.
Avatar of Pride decided he needen you tonight. His hands found your ddd contact just then. Ring, ring,ring. Weirdly no answer. He waited for a bit before making his way to your room. Not to seem eager you know.
He never expected to see your room empty. Got in confused as ever. Where were you? Panic starting the close in he called you again. No answer. His hands searching the room to find a trace of you. Nothing.
Mind racing he thought of the last time he saw you. It was weeks before. How did he not notice your absence?? Maybe work got in the way but still how? Cold sweat broke as he took of his shirt with a fear type feeling he doesn't recognize. His hands went to your pact mark. No trace.
He is the pride himself. Glorious demon with an angel's beauty. This isn't his usual self. Sitting in your bed thinkg about his one human.
Every inch of you comes to mind. The way you would look up to him glimmer in your eyes. One light of his world. Jokes you told when he was blue. They were never funny rather stupid. Still ghost of a smile would apper without you realizing. Your flusthered and somehow brave attidute to him. He failed to notice how he has never met anyone like you in all realms.
Pride had existed since the begging of his life buried deep was something different. Your presence, your existance stirred his feelings. Can't name the emotions. It didn't make sense. Unlike pride maybe love doesn't needs to make sense.
Only thing he can name was in your empty room. It was grief and loss. His heart is familiar to those. Still hurts worse then ever. You left him. You left everything.
No need to worry. Lucifer will get back on his feet and routine in some time. He knows too well. His pride is only thing he can protect. A mere human won't take it away. He survived years without warmth of love surely it will go on.
But then what's the reason to make it go on?
I'm a bit rusty. I hope you enjoyed it. Lmk if I should continue.
Hi! I don’t know if this counts as a fan fic idea (you can ignore it if it doesn’t work!) but I was wondering if you could write something about how the boys would react if they found MC crying? Like it could be crying because of one of the boys or something else. Mammon causes me a lot of tears and I always wondered what the others would do and am curious to hear what someone else’s thoughts would be! =D
I recently found your blog and am in love with your writing!
Thank you so so much for even just reading this!
<3 Saori
Oooh I like this idea! A little angst is always fun to write, especially if it's the brothers causing it.
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☁︎⋅ How the Demon Brothers React to MC Crying Because of Them💔
Synopsis: You had gotten into an argument with one of the brothers that resulted in a few hurtful words hurled at you on accident, sometimes you storm off just as angry, but when they find you, they see you in tears, immediately feeling regretful.
CW: Harsh words, heartache, crying, slightly suicidal themes and lesson 16 mention in Belphie's part
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Lucifer:
💧 Lucifer was doing his nightly rounds and checking to see if his brothers were actually in their rooms. Other than the usual music playing from Mammon or Levi's room, nothing was out of the ordinary. At least until he didn't see you in your room. He was both irritated and panicking internally.
💧 He's checking everywhere from the attic, basement, his study, or even outside. But there he sees you huddled in the deepest part of the planetarium, covering your face so he doesn't see you. The argument was just something petty about making sure you were focused on your studies and not just fooling around.
💧 It escalated from you simply standing your ground to him calling calling you things such as stubborn, neglectful, and ignorant to your studies. It was a long day and with Lucifer's pride, he couldn't bring himself to apologize to you right there despite knowing he didn't mean it.
💧 But as he sees you still upset after the argument, he immediately caves, moving to kneel in front of you. Lucifer's hand rests on your shoulder as he swallows. "I... I apologize, MC. I should've took it back the moment I said it. No, I should've never called you that in the first place."
💧 He doesn't say anything, knowing he doesn't deserve forgiveness for calling you all those words. If you forgive him, he lets out a deep sigh of relief, pulling you into a hug and promising to make it up with you, starting with sleeping with you the rest of the night. If you still can't forgive him, Lucifer won't be angry, only understanding and letting you go back to bed when you feel like it.
Mammon:
💧 You two were just arguing about him disappearing randomly on another trip to a casino. Mammon swore he didn't lose any money, but it was hard to tell the truth from the lies he seemed to have memorized in case of an interrogation like this.
💧 In a fit of immaturity and anger, Mammon nearly cusses you out, calling you controlling and high maintenance. It almost felt like he accused you of having trust issues. You were in shock, furrowing your brow and storming out of his room.
💧 Mammon groans in frustration and relief that you "backed down", spending the rest of the day to himself. He thought he'd be happier outside shopping or socializing with others, but after realizes he was only trying to distract himself.
💧 At night, he's tossing and turning, now finally realizing the severity of the words he said out of defensiveness. Mammon could feel his heart physically ache at the state you'd be in right now because of him. It was never supposed to be him, he was your caretaker and the first demon you had to trust. He jumps out of bed, heading into your room with glistening eyes.
💧 He almost full on sobs seeing you wiping your eyes with your sleeve. Mammon runs over and wraps his arms around you, crying into your shoulder and apologizing profusely.
💧 "M's-so sorry, MC, I didn't mean it, y'know- hic I was just mad! Yeah! That was it! I d-didn't mean anything!" Mammon cries, his heart broken at your state. He soon lets go of you to head downstairs, grabbing your favourite snacks and coming back up to bargain for your forgiveness with his cuddles and snacks. He spends the whole night with you, clinging to you tighter than he had to any form of money ever.
Leviathan:
💧 Levi was rarely one to raise his voice, especially at you. And if he did, he's apologizing so much that he ends up crying more than you. According to him, he thought you were pestering him constantly. In reality, he was way too absorbed in the latest RPG that came out that he nearly forgot important days like a date you had scheduled.
💧 After a few days, you finally snapped and told him to stop playing the game. He accused you of not being supportive of him for finding another passion and said that you should get out of his room if you weren't going to be nice to him. Before you could leave, Levi immediately backs down and stands up.
💧 With tears welling up in his eyes, he grips your shoulders and begs for your forgiveness, realizing that he was overreacting and that you weren't. When he looks at your face and sees you crying as well, Levi starts sobbing. He immediately deletes the game and squeezes you tight, begging for your forgiveness.
💧 The fact that he was never one to get so angry at you made his words hit much harder than anything else. Leviathan is aware of that as well, which is why he feels like he broke your trust permanently. He binges your favourite shows with you and does everything in his power to prove that he loves you and would never hurt you like that again.
Satan:
💧 It was something so trivial and stupid and it wasn't even your fault. He was having a bad day and he knew the only way to calm himself down without causing destruction was to read, it was the safest way to him and for everyone else. When you knock, you don't hear an answer as Satan was getting invested in the story.
💧 When you open the door with a look of concern, Satan scowls and almost immediately snaps. "What are you doing?! Get the hell out!" He barely even registers your face as he slams the door shut, leaving you on the other side of the door, confused and upset. You avoid him the rest of the day, not knowing what you did to deserve an outburst like that.
💧 Meanwhile, he had the guilt building up in him that he just took his anger out on you. Satan connects the dots when he noticed that there was no voice on the other side of the door or another attempt to get in, which was common for his brothers to do. By then, it was already past dinner time and you were nowhere to be seen.
💧 That's when he sees you in your room trying to sleep, but he heard you sniffling quietly and trying not to make any noise. His heart dropped, feeling both guilt and anger towards himself for letting his bad day possibly ruin your perception of him entirely.
💧 Satan knows not to approach you immediately as you might've been angry with him as well, so he leaves momentarily to go into the garden, picking up one of the kittens from the shelter and coming back. He tells you that he's incredibly sorry with a broken voice, feeling his own tears of frustration with himself well up. He passes you the kitten to cradle and if you allow him, he'll wrap his arms around you and swear he'll never yell at you like that again.
Asmodeus:
💧 Asmo was never the type to get seriously angry, especially not with you. But he can get a little impatient when he's trying to do people's nails and makeup. While he was doing your nails to match his, you must've moved a little too much because he huffed, his voice getting a bit high-pitched as he scolded you once again, not wanting to do your nails anymore. He screwed the nail polish up back into the bottle and turned away.
💧 Hearing that from Asmodeus who was so excited to paint your nails and touch up your appearance before going out was pretty... heart wrenching. You stand, nodding in understanding as you murmur a quiet apology before exiting his room. Asmo sighs softly as he tries to regain his composure, too worried about being upset. When he looks back, he felt his mood sour again when you're not there.
💧 He's quick to look for you everywhere, your room, the library, planetarium, even the attic. But you were nowhere to be found. He heard your quiet apology but you both knew that was to hide the tremble in your voice. Soon, Asmodeus wanders into the garden to see you near the flower beds, curled up as you sobbed into your knees.
💧 In an instant, he was by your side and wrapping his arms around you, shushing you gently. "I'm so sorry, MC, I didn't mean to yell at you or be upset!" His voice was sweet and apologetic, and you can hear the sincere guilt in his tone. He kisses your forehead multiple times, trying not to cry as well. Asmo compares the flowers to you for a moment, saying how they're affected by the mood.
💧 He plucks a flower and tucks it behind your ear, then plucks out another one and tucks it behind his own ear. "See? We don't need matching nails to look cute together. But I promise I can be patient for you, sweetie. Do you want to try again?"
Beelzebub:
💧 Oh, it was extremely rare for Beel to raise his voice at you out of all people. The only time I can think of him ever being angry was if he was going through a hunger pang where he can barely even think rationally anymore. And that was a one-in-a-lifetime event that you weren't supposed to witness.
💧 He was hungry and couldn't think much, all he remembered was sternly telling you to get out while you were in the kitchen so he could grab something to satiate his hunger. But as he ate, he still couldn't feel full. He continued eating. And eating. And nothing. Beel was starting to realize that he was eating to get rid of the guilt of yelling at you.
💧 Beelzebub is quick to search for you and once he finds you in your room feeling hurt and confused with tears stemming your eyes, his winces, his heart feeling physically torn. He pulls you into a giant hug, squeezing you tight accidentally until you gasp and have to get him to loosen his grip. He apologizes profusely, constantly having the "kicked puppy" expression etched onto his face whenever he looks at you.
💧 He's very quick to give up his snacks to you and offer you anything else. Even if you were still upset with him, Beel didn't want to leave you alone because he knows the consequences of leaving someone hurt deal with it in ways that wasn't healthy at all.
Belphegor:
💧 After lesson 16, Belphie was also someone who wouldn't yell at a loved one without a good reason, or at least what he thinks a good reason is. He's extremely protective of his brothers and you, not wanting to see you or Beel hurt, especially. You must've gotten in trouble that could've resulted in serious injury, even death. He was crying first, unsure if it was out of fear of losing you or anger at you for even risking your life like that.
💧 Belphie was in his demon form, rambling about how careless you are and how it was like you didn't even value your life. He even makes a harsh comment that you didn't seem to care about how he felt. How Beelzebub felt. He didn't go as far as to call you selfish, but with his angry tone, he might as well have called you selfish.
💧 When he stops rambling and wiping his eyes, he sees you looking down before leaving the room, slamming the door. Belphegor couldn't tell if he was hurt at you rejecting him like that or upset that he hurt you even further. But he knew he had to wait before approaching you again. It's no secret that he was like this because of losing his sister, but the idea of you being that close to death both scared and pissed him off even more. As if he doesn't still feel the guilt after killing you, after you freed him from his prison.
💧 He finds you in the attic, the anger wiping off his face entirely when he sees you with tears in your eyes. It takes him a while to approach you, his hands weakly reaching out to grab your shoulders. Belphie manages to croak out an apology with a shaky voice, not knowing what came over him for him to yell at you like that. He apologizes immensely after he gains his voice again, now terrified of letting go of you.
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Haven't written angst in a while and it's pretty fun but I need to get the hang of it again. So sorry if they appeared as ooc at any time (╥﹏╥)
Hot take but as a fandom we don’t talk about the effects of The Fall enough
Like yeah obviously we talk about the emotional trauma they have from it, but what about the physical trauma??
Lucifer has to stretch his wings everyday so they don’t start hurting halfway through the day, or sometimes walks around in his demon form because its more comfortable + most likely has permanent back pain (and, even then, he FOR SURE doesn’t take care of it the way it should.
Now he is talked about a bit more, but what about his brothers???
We all agree that Mammon wears sunglasses because he has light sensitivity. I’ve seen multiple posts about it and he even mentions struggling to look at the angels because they’re too bright for him, but what about chronic pain? Or maybe struggling to fly because he never had wings before. Lucifer can only do so much when it comes to teaching him, as he struggles to fly with one set of wings missing now. Mammon can fly faster than anything in the Devildom, but it took centuries for him get to that point
What about Levi’s tail bone aching for years when he first fell because his body is adjusting to having a tail? I saw someone mention Devildom children wearing special braces for their wings and tails because it hurts to get used to. Yeah he had to get one made for an adult because it hurt that badly.
Satan was never an angel, but his brothers talking about their happy memories or saying “you wouldn’t know/remember” because he was so angry and was never in the Celestial Realm likely tears him up inside. Not to mention some headcannons about him sharing some of Lucifer’s memories. I like to believe that they are all memories that Lucifer has from his angriest moments. Satan doesn’t have any good memories from Heaven, and only knows what his brothers looked like in pictures.
Now Asmo. I could write a 50 page essay on his character alone, but that’s only the emotional effect of the Celestial Realm AND The Fall.
He likely aches the same as Levi. He never had wings. Sure, having wings was an honor in the Celestial Realm. It showed status. But he didn’t want these wings. They’re ugly and demonic. He wanted the beautiful white wings that his big brother had, and he was so distraught that he tried to rip them off and bleach them.
Eventually, Lucifer banned the products he was using on them in an attempt to get him to stop, so instead he turned to pleasure. He keeps himself busy even if it makes him feel incredibly disgusting later. He can’t help it. It’s his sin.
I like to believe that, while Beel was Muscular when he was an angel, he’s more muscular now. He spent his first few days in the Devildom in a deep depression. He eventually started working out. It was far from healthy, though. He would push himself until he couldn’t stand anymore. He will never forget about how he wasn’t strong enough to save Lilith, and he never wants to fail another person again. Now he’s extremely strong, but it will never be enough for him. No amount of muscle will ever bring Lilith back.
It’s no secret that Belphegor sleeps a lot, but I wonder if it’s more than just being the avatar of sloth. It’s his way of coping with his anger with his father, his grieving over Lilith, and the pain that comes with falling. The physical and emotional pain is so great that he chooses to sleep. Normally, he would go to Lucifer, but he knows that he’s in no position to hold anyone else up. None of them are, and even though he says that he doesn’t love Lucifer, he’s lying. He hates that he overworks himself, and doesn’t want to add to it.
Call me crazy but there’s a reason why the characters mention the brothers being at their worst when the fall happened initially. This doesn’t even touch on the actual wounds that they had to dress. Plus trying to handle their sins? Yeah that was probably AWFUL.
