You've been doing ballet with Belphie for a little bit now, you had no previous experience but anything to spend time with this cute demon you would be willing to do, especially something with so much touching. To your disappointment there has only been some tension, fleeting glances and blushes you've been giving each other, but you're not going to complain like you don't fall harder for him every time your eyes meet.
You arrived at the studio and see that Belphie is already there, he does not notice your arrival, so you take advantage of that and watch him dance. Today he was wearing a tight white t-shirt slightly soaked with sweat, black shorts that are deliciously short, and none of his usual leg warmers instead showing off his muscular legs. He was dancing so elegantly, with precise control over every move. Today he is in his demon form as well, with his tail adding extra balance and fluttering around him. Half way through a twirl he notices your probably drooling face and awkwardly come to a halt and smile for you to come join him.
"I came a little early to relax after having to deal with the others, come on, I'll help you do your stretches, you don't want to hurt yourself dancing without doing them first." He comes to the dance studio to get away from his brothers, and it's the second most relaxing thing for him besides sleeping.You must admit being in this room dancing with him is quite peaceful and relaxing except for your heart beating out of your chest.
You come in the room and start doing stretches, and since he already did his, Belphie helps you with yours. You haven't been doing ballet with him for that long so you're not quite as flexible as you would like to be. doing a split and only being a frustrating few inches from touching the ground, you try pushing down despite the pain. Belphie chuckles at your effort, and put his hands on your hips to stop you from pushing yourself too hard and gently pushing you down a tiny bit bouncing you a little back and forth. Unlike the other times he doesn't take his hands off, instead he stares into your eyes, the tension immediately became suffocatingly thick. You both were at a stand still seeing if the other would do something first, finally he moves his hand away, but instead pushing a piece of hair behind your ear and leans even closer, eyes filled with anticipation. Maybe he's seeing if you felt the same. Of course you did, but being turned down after misreading the situation is the worst. Despite that, you cautiously close the gap between you two and gave him a peck on the lips. This was the confirmation he needed, and he hungrily leaned into the kiss, deepening it.
You both put all the pent up frustrations from the tension for months into this kiss, you felt dizzy but in heaven at the same time. Belphie, never pulling away from the kiss, gently re situated your legs from the stretch to straddling his lap which you unconsciously grinded a few times after he set you there. Belphie grabbed your ass and moved you to grind on his growing erection which earned a moan from you into his mouth, which only drove him crazier. You pulled away from the kiss panting for air, and cupped his face in your hands, the look in his eyes had a bit of feral he's probably desperately trying to hold back. He leaned down to kiss your neck which made you shiver at the touch, working his way up to your ear he gave it a nibble and whispered seductively only two words, "Can I?"
You knew what he was talking about, despite what your heart wanted you croaked out, " What if someone sees?" Belphie pulls away from your neck and looks at your lips then back to your eyes, a cocky grin on his face, "Let them, I want them to see just how much I can please you." Seeing the scowl of disapproval on your face he playfully rolls his eyes, " Don't worry, this is a room I permanently rented no one will come here... please, I need you now." He doesn't even need to use that puppy eyed look, you were already soaked down there. You gulped and nervously nodded your head, excited and a little afraid of what is going to happen to you.
Belphie leans back in to gently kiss you, moving both his hands from your ass to the small of your back, working his way past your chest and to your face. Then changing route moving his hands from your face to the front of your chest, fondling them for a bit then making it down to your shaky thighs. As his hands reach it's destination he peppers kisses down the same route, taking your shirt off when he gets to your chests. Giving your already aroused nipples a gentle bite he hurriedly marks kissing down your stomach and stopping in front of your crotch, now kneeling between your legs. He glances at you again quickly as he pulls down your tights to make sure your were still ok with all this. When he looks down and see your soaked underwear he looks back with that cocky grin again, "Did you want me as bad as I wanted you? Damn I should've approached your earlier, I'll make sure to make up for all the lost time." Pulling your underwear down and the strings of slickness made him so hard it hurts, he pulled them all the way down and threw them to who knows where, there is a more important thing to him right now, making sure you confuse devildom with heaven.
Putting your legs over his shoulder he immediately went to work, demons are stronger in general so of course their tongue is as well, after licking it from hole to clit and back and forth, teasing it oh so perfectly you can feel that all the tension earlier is driving you quickly to a orgasm. Little did you know Belphie is spelling his name on your slit with his tongue, marking you as his. Just as you are getting close he plunges two fingers in which slides in easily but still makes you gasp, and immediately triggers you to cum, he pumps his fingers and continuously works his tongue letting you ride out this massive orgasm.
He finally pulls his fingers out while you fall limp to the floor. pulling your chin up to face him Belphie grins at you and sticks those two fingers out, "Lick them clean." You knew Belphie had another side to him and seeing it now only turned you on more, you immediately sat up to lick his fingers while looking up at him with all the love and affection in the world, you knew that there is no way he can resit that look. As if you read his mind you tugged on his pants which he couldn't get off quicker. You gasp at his length, though it isn't the biggest in devildom it's bigger than any human will ever be. You were half nervous half excited to take something so big, but right now it is painfully waiting to be loved on.
You went to work applying everything you know, focusing on the tip, and using your hands for everything that didn't fit in your mouth. The moans and grunts of Belphie that he doesn't even try to hide and the deep shade of red on his face while he looked down at you made you crave him intensely. As if he couldn't wait a second longer he pulls it out with a pop and push you down on your back, and pulling one of your legs up and pushing it against your chest. This position exposes you completely but he was too strong for you to wiggle close, he chuckles and bites your calf, " I told you that being flexible will come in handy one day." You eeped and hid your blushing face under your hands. Belphie smirks and taps his length on your clit a few times and line it up with the clearly exposed entrance and it slipped in a little too easy, earning a eyebrow raise from Belphie as you feel him twitch in you. "I'm going to move now ok?"
With all the slick from you last orgasm he slips in and out easily, you guys are looking at each other deep in the eyes full of love and lust, not wanting to look away from each other, catching every moan every groan. You move his hand that isn't holding onto your leg onto your throat, "I know you like this, I don't mind." You can see the beast finally unleash in his eyes, and the grip on your neck gets slightly tighter, but not enough to cut off air completely. He leans down into a feverish kiss and slips his tongue in your mouth, and speeds up getting balls deep into you. The over stimulation of the kiss, the acceleration and the deepness, oh was he so deep and filling you up more than you can ever imagine, you quickly feel the heat in your stomach rising up again. Now both of you are a moaning mess, grabbing onto each other and kissing like your life depended on it. He can feel your walls tightening on him which made his mind blank with filling you as his only purpose in existence "I'm close, cum with me please."
You don't need to be told twice, letting the pleasure wash over you, and feeling something warm fill you up, you swore your eyes probably rolled to the back of your head in that moment. It took him everything not to tighten more on your throat, riding and grinding both of your orgasms out while he left hickies all over your neck. When it was over he flopped down next to you, exhausted from the dancing earlier and all the heart pumping activities.
You know he would fall asleep right there stark naked, but at the moment you're still trying to collect yourself after the best experience in your life.
"You can't sleep here like this, someone might see."
"I already told you no one will come, come here stay with me a little longer."
You rub your neck and all the other bite marks on both of you and scratch marks you left on his back. "These are going to leave marks and bruises."
He turns his head and flashes you a lazy but just as cocky grin.
"Damn I hope so."
Writers note:
Phew, my first smut I hope it is to your liking. If you're confused to why belphie and ballet this is his dance style in the dance battles in game. please leave likes and suggestions if you have any xoxo
Hello, it's moi, the most beautiful being of all time, the gorgeous, the one and only, Asmodeus Morningstar! Now I know what you're wondering, what's happening today Asmo? What happened with those two couples? Biss, you think I watched them 25/8? Well yes but also no. I'm here to tell you something extremely weird and that's from my ex of thousands of years ago. You've guessed it, it's Solomon.
It all started after the party, I know y'all probably thinking, but Asmo you go to the fangol competition with him, he's your date! Yea I know, he is my date but we're not together either. We broke up after Michael somewhat decides to "help" him during his troubles and blames all his whore-ness on me. I mean sure I'm a whore, I admit it. I sleep around, flirt around but his whore-ness is not on me. That's on him. You think I want him going around flirting with ladies and have that many concubines? Biss no! I don't want that! I wanna be the main priority. I mean who doesn't, right? But here we are, we broke up and the rest is history.
Okay, I need to stop rambling. So, the weirdness is we...bang. We bang during the party when Ichigo and Beel went home. How do I know? Sure, I was tipsy, but I know when I bang. So apparently, we banged somewhere in that venue. Right after that, he starts to really approach me. You know, I really know when someone is approaching me. Why do you think I know how Beel and Haruka has feelings for Ichigo and Satan? I'm the avatar of lust, mind you.
Well after the whole banging fiasco, he starts to act more nicely towards me, more flirtatiously despite flirting with Ichigo 25/8 like always. Still a whore as always (rolls eyes) but of course I love attention so why not.
"Oh my, your attention is that easily shifted?" I teased.
"What?" Solomon asks me confusedly.
"You heard me, your attention is so easily shifted. You were flirting with me earlier and now your eyes are on Ichigo. Still a whore after all these years, aren't you?" I reply. smirking.
"Asmo-" He warns me, but my smirk goes wider, I know I'm right and he knows that too.
"Plus, I doubt she wants you. Her heart belongs to my little brother. I tried and got 0 response besides friendzone. What do you think you, someone who has lower skills in flirting can get?" I taunt him.
"Asmo, are you here to hang out with me or to degrade me?!" Solomon asks offendedly.
"Both." I reply. "Besides, I know you're into that-"
"Okay that's enough!" Solomon stops me, closing my mouth with his hands. I simply lick his hand causing him to pull away, cringing. "Ew!"
"Yeah? Says the one who enjoys me sucking on your finger when you fu-"
"Stop it! We're in public!" He scolds.
"Fine, I'll stop to safe your face." I scoff, sipping my drink. "Just so you know, if you want us to reunite, it'll never happen. One, I'm over you. Two, you're still a whore, and three, I'm also a whore. It's not gonna work out."
"Yeah and? You think I want to date you again? After what you've done to me?!"
"What I've done to you?" I repeat scoffing. "You're a whore even before you make that contract with me! I've seen you bang those princesses and noble ladies when you told the public it's a political marriage to prevent war! Don't bullsht me!
Those words luckily shut him up, "If you have nothing else to say, I'm going home. Talking to you will only ruin my skin with stress. If you wanna whore around at least do it correctly. Never target someone taken." I said. "An exception if they're a whore just like you are." I add before walking away.
3rd Pov
As soon as Asmo walks away Solomon scoffs. He used to think that demon is the same as before, easy to manipulate. Evil and mischievous sure but still naive with less experience and yet here he is.
"I wouldn't continue if I were you." A familiar voice said.
"My goodness!" Solomon gasps to find Ichigo with Beel. That pink haired girl has her arms cross above her chess and behind her is Beel glaring at him menacingly.
"As I said, I wouldn't approach him if I were you. I read your history and your gaslighting towards him. I live with nuns before coming here so I know your story pretty well Solomon." She said.
"So?"
"So, either you stop being a whore and approach him properly or suffer in Beel's hands. He's a very protective brother fyi, or should I report this to Lucifer instead?" She threatens.
"You wouldn't dare..."
"I dare. Asmo's my best friend and if you ever cross him, I might castrate you here and now!" Again, she threatens him.
Solomon rolls his eyes as he gets up, getting out of the cafe. Ichigo sighs and glances to Beel, "Will Asmo be okay?"
"Not sure, he's probably till in denial." Beel says.
"True..." Ichigo nods before holding Beel's hand, "Let's get the cookies!"
At house of lamentation, Asmo's room is a mess. Luckily none of his beauty products are damaged but his vanity mirror is destroyed for sure. Even Satan gasp at the sight, the last time he saw this is when Solomon dump Asmo and have Michael zap him with the holy lightning.
"Asmo, you good?" He asks.
"What does it look like?!" Asmo asks back glaring at him. "OUT! NOW!" His voice literally drops a few octaves causing Satan's eyes to widen and nods, exiting. He may be the avatar of wrath, but Asmo's anger is not to mess with.
Everyone in that mansion can hear Asmo's anger even Lucifer who's working on some document in his studies. He's heard that scream before, he has heard his brother's cries. The first is during the fall, the second is when he returns because Solomon is torturing him, the third and last time is when Solomon dumps him and have Michael torture him. He decides to put his pen down and goes to Asmo's room, knocking first.
"Asmodeus?"
"Not now, Lucifer..."
"Can we please talk about it? I'm really worried." Lucifer asks.
The room went quiet, and he heard the lock turn, Asmodeus unlocks his door and Lucifer's eyes widen at the sight. A broken vanity mirror ripped sheets and his face tainted with melted mascara.
"What happened?" He asks as he enters, closing the door. "Breath, Asmo, what happened?" He tries to calm Asmo down who's tearing up again.
"I.... I can't do this anymore! Why is he in the exchange student program?!" Asmo shouts.
"We've been through this, Asmo. He has to be here, he's one of the most powerful humans out here." Lucifer says.
"Then why on Rad?! Why Rad?! Of all schools why is it Rad?! Why must he be in the same school with me when you know well I have trauma. That man tortured me! He even asked Michael to torture me!" Asmo cries to Lucifer's chest as his eldest brother pats him, trying to comfort although very difficult for him as the avatar of pride.
Even it needs five minutes full of hesitation to go to Asmo's room and ask. But the girls did teach him communication and as the eldest he has to show his brothers how to communicate properly with other beings.
"I know but he's Diavolo's choice and I've told you I have no say when it comes to Diavolo's choice." Lucifer reminds him.
"I can't do this anymore, Lucifer. My heart still longs for him, but I know well he's not for me!" Asmo proceeds to cry.
"If you know he's no good, don't approach him. I've warned you." Lucifer says.
"You did, yet you know me..." Asmo mutters chuckling sadly. "I just wanna feel loved. I thought he can give me that but even then, his love is toxic. I tried to find it somewhere else but there's none..."
Lucifer for the first time actually listens to his brother. Usually, he'd just leave but here he is comforting his brother and is there to listen to him vent, he even gives him pats for comfort.
Meanwhile in purgatory hall, Simeon's eyes widen at Solomon's story, "You want to what?!"
"I wanna reunite with Asmo..."
"Am I hearing this right?"
"Yes, you are." Solomon surely says.
"Solomon, you crazy psycho!" Simeon exclaims. "You've done so much horrible things to him. You expect him to accept you again?!"
"I know he won't, which is why I'm asking you to help me be better. To be a better person so he'd accept me." Solomon says.
"Good Lord, I need to lay down..." Simeon mutters. His patience is thinning down every day and this is the reason WHY! "Let me remind you, you asked Michael to torture him!"
"He made me a whore!"
"Because you are! Even before you met him!"
"How did you know?"
"News spead fast, but if you do want to approach him, I have one thing to tell you." Simeon says with a sigh. "Quit being a whore."
"What?"
"You heard me. Quit being a whore. Stop flirting around and focus on him. He's the avatar of lust, he wants all the attention on him. If you can't give him that he'll find entertainment somewhere else. Why do you think he's whoring around now?" Simeon explains.
"So that's it? Just be loyal?" Solomon asks.
"Yes, and stop being a jerk." He adds.
"To what extent is a jerk though?" Solomon again asks.
Simeon facepalms, he can't do this. He can but he doesn't want to. If he does, The Lord Himself might punish him and Michael sure will scold him for being less patient today.
Meanwhile somewhere else, Barbatos who can actually read the past and future found something suspicious,
"Time travel? How interesting..." He mutters with a smirk as his eyes glow emerald green once he returns from his time reading.
The King remained calm, only angering you further. He sat on the Celestial Throne, an ivory seat embellished with extravagant golden details. An unknown light shined behind him, making appear even more heavenly, almost as if he were the sun, all-powerful and above all. The guards next to him tightened their grips around their spears at your outburst.
"Y/N, I am more than aware how hurt you would be. Lilith was quite close to you, and you have all the right to be upset. However, I am obligated to uphold the very guidelines that I have made. Considering the laws that Lilith have broken, an execution is only fitting."
Simeon's fingers interlaced with yours, squeezing your hand in assurance. Though it was a silent gesture, his actions spoke a million words to you.
Remember, don't lose your cool. I'm right here. Everything's going to be okay.
"That's ridiculous, Your Majesty! Lilith had no ill intentions, she was only trying to save her loved one! You would’ve done the same, she’s your daughter for heaven’s sake!" you fought back. Simeon squeezed your hand even tighter.
"That's all the more reason to punish her," he responded. "You and I are both aware that angels are not to interfere with business in the human world. She not only had a relationship with a human, but also gave him food from the Celestial Realm and altered his lifespan. All of which are fatal crimes."
Simeon spoke up. "Your Majesty, I am more than aware of what Lilith did, but execution is simply not acceptable. If you're going to punish her, then please... do anything but execution."
"He's right," you added. "We won't let you kill her. Ever."
The King pressed his lips together, showing slight frustration. Though he always maintained an unusually calm demeanor, it was clear that he was no longer willing to listen to you and Simeon anymore.
The Celestial King stood up from his throne, his golden eyes boring into yours. "Are you suggesting that you're willing to rebel against me?"
Simeon shook his head. “No, Your Majesty, we're simply just trying to reason-"
"Yes," you interrupted. “We are more than willing to fight against you. We have the eight siblings on our side, and surely hundreds more angels who will fight alongside us. We may respect you...but that doesn’t mean we’re afraid of you.”
“So I see that my children are also in on this...” he mused to himself, gritting his teeth. He took a few steps forward towards the two of you. You and Simeon squeezed each other’s hands, standing your ground.
“Go ahead and tell my children to prepare for battle. But in the meantime, I’ll be teaching you a lesson. A lesson that will stay with you for as long as the three realms exist.”
An orb of light began to form in the palm of his hand, and before the two of you could react, it was shot directly towards the two of you, causing you and Simeon to fly out the gates of the royal celestial room. Simeon was quick to put his body in front of yours, embracing you as a wave of shocking pain rippled through the two of you, your back throbbing from hitting the cold metal of the gates.
Simeon kept his arms locked around you in an embrace to keep you safe. When the two of you landed on the ground, he lifted himself onto his elbows on top of you and asked, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
You hissed in pain, your back already feeling bruised. “I’m fine, plus, you should be worrying about yourself more than me. You’re the one who took the hit.”
He simply smiled in response. “Anything for you.”
Before you could respond, you turned to see His Majesty walking out of the very gates that he hit you through. His face still remained annoyingly calm and collected as he stopped a few feet in front of you.
“I have many laws here in the Celestial Realm, but there is only one that ultimately matters in the end: no angel ever disobeys me.”
Your fingernails scratched the ground beneath you in pure anger. You recklessly lunged forward from the ground in a pathetic attempt to attack him, but it was useless. The King simply caught your fist in his hand, smiling condescendingly above you.
He then roughly pulled you up from the ground, his hand still gripping your fist. You tried to let go, but his grip was simply too tight. Simeon then wrapped his gloved hand around the King’s wrist, sending him a glare. “I suggest you let go of their hand this instant. Otherwise, that wouldn’t be very angel-like, wouldn’t it?”
The King refused to let go. “It’s quite amusing how you’re talking about what is angel-like and what isn’t angel-like. Because I know very well that you won’t even be worrying about that once you’ve become a fallen star.”
Simeon’s eyes widened at his words, his fingers slowly loosening around his wrist. He let out a breathless whisper, “No...”
“Yes,” he responded, letting go of your hand. At the snap of his fingers, he transported the three of you to an unknown area, possibly at the edges of the Celestial Realm, where no angel chose to dwell in. He then began to walk towards you slowly, forcing the two of you to walk backwards.
You stumbled back, your hand instinctively finding Simeon’s. You looked behind you. It was only then when you realized there was a cliff behind you, only a few yards away.
Tears began to well into your eyes, panicking as you could do nothing but shakily step towards the edge of the cliff more and more. Your chest heaved up and down in dread, slowly beginning to realize what was going to happen to the two of you.
“Listen, we’re going to be okay, Y/N. I know we are,” Simeon whispered to you. He interlocked his fingers into yours. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m right here.”
In a panicked state, you got onto your knees, letting go of Simeon’s hand. You gripped onto the fabric of the holy robes of the king in nothing but pure desperation.
“Please, Your Majesty,” you quietly begged, your voice broken. “If you wish to punish us, then do so in battle. You can hurt us as much as you’d like but... do anything but banishment. Please.”
Simeon’s eyebrows furrowed as he saw you on your knees, begging the King for mercy. He knew you for centuries, and you had never gotten on your knees for anyone before, not even the Celestial King himself. He couldn’t bear to see you like this, not even if his life depended on it. You shouldn’t have to kneel for your life. You shouldn’t have to beg for mercy from anyone. Not even from the King himself.
He marched forward and knelt down next to you in front of the King. “Your Majesty, please, let me be the one to fall. I was the one who started this so...so I should be the one to take the blame. Please just spare Y/N’s life.” Simeon lifted his head to meet the King’s gaze. “Both for them...and for me.”
Your heart wrenched at Simeon’s words, tears spilling down your cheeks. You couldn’t even find the right words to respond. He was willing to take the fall for you, even when he knew how painful it is. He was willing to lie for you, knowing fully well that you were the one who actually started all of this. He was willing to throw away his glory and dignity as an angel, just so you could have a chance to survive.
The King sighed. “It’s a shame. It really is. I was hoping the two of you could fight alongside me one day, but unfortunately, your chapter seems to end here. Goodbye.”
He gave the two of you one final blow, a wave of pain hitting you once again as you felt your body lurch backwards and off the cliff, off the edge of the Celestial Realm, and off the high pedestal of glory that you once stood on. You let out a silent scream as you saw the King one last time.
As your body fell against the cold, strong winds, you heard Simeon shouting your name nearby. You whipped your head around and saw him holding his hand out towards you, his hair and robes whipping in the air. You stretched your arm out, your fingertips barely finding Simeon’s.
He gripped your hand and pulled you into his arms, holding you more tightly than he had ever did in the centuries that he knew you. You heard the flap of Simeon’s white, feathery wings before feeling them wrapping around the two of you protectively. He cradled your head in his hand as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.
As you two continued to fall, you a dark, ridged crown beginning to grow from Simeon’s head. You let out a gasp. “S-Simeon... You’re g-growing horns-”
“It’s okay, Y/N, it’s okay,” he whispered into your ear. He rubbed the back of your head in assurance. Though you couldn’t see his face, you could hear his voice cracking as he tried his best to keep reassuring you. “I’m fine, Y/N, and you’ll be just fine as well. You’re strong, stronger than me, even. I know we’ll be alright.”
You let out a choked sob at his words. Your arms began to tremble as you watched the white feathers of Simeon’s wings slowly become stained with black, one by one. White feathers than began to swirl around you as new ones grew in, now a dark raven color.
You soon began to feel horns of your own grow on your head as well. As if he’d run out of words, Simeon turned his head and kissed you on the temple. He was right here with you.
It had started to feel like you’d been falling for hours, but then you began to notice that the blue sky was slowly turning darker and darker, just like a sunset. Soon enough, the sky you were falling through was now a dark, deep purple, and the vast cities within Devildom were beginning to become more visible. You gripped the fabric of Simeon’s shirt.
As the ground grew closer and closer, a million thoughts began racing through your mind. How would you land? Where would you land? Could the demons see you and Simeon falling? Would it hurt? Would the two of you even survive the fall?
In the midst of the uncertainty, you pressed your lips against Simeon’s cheek, murmuring a quick “I love you.” He let out a sad laugh and murmured an “I love you” back.
It was becoming clearer that the place you two would be landing was near the Royal Castle of Devildom. You squeezed your eyes shut and braced for the impact of the landing. The ground was getting closer and closer, a hundred feet, fifty, ten, five...
A sharp, rippling pain hit your body, so painful to the point where you felt like every bone in your body had shattered into pieces like fragile glass. Your head pounded, the surrounding shouts and yells around you completely muffled. Your vision was hazy, but you could make out Simeon’s face next to you, a streak of blood running down his forehead and face, staining his newly grown horns, his dark wings lay limp on his sides.
He gave you a weak smile, tears falling from his beautiful blue eyes. His hand found yours as tears poured down your cheeks, stinging the cuts on your face. The both of you were hanging on a thin string of consciousness, your eyelids feeling heavier and heavier.
Were you dying? Or blacking out? What was going to happen to you? But even in the midst of uncertainty, there was only one thing that mattered in the end:
Whatever was going to happen to you, Simeon was right there with you, holding your hand, just like he had for centuries.
Summary: After Mc’s latest brush with death, Lucifer has placed various rules to ensure her safety. However, the independent human will soon discover that the brothers have become increasingly possessive/protective over her, to the point where she begins to feel suffocated. In the heat of the moment during a particularly bad fight, Mc uses the power of her pacts and accidentally harms the brothers in the process. Anguished over this and the brothers’ behavior, she runs away and seeks a way to break the pacts, for their sake and her own!
Warnings: Mention of death, brief violence, aggressive scenarios.
It was no secret to anyone that the 7 Lords of Devildom were fiercely protective of their little human, however this was something that Mc was still adjusting to. Back in the human world, Mc was never really the center of attention or had particularly protective family/friends, and was quite content with the sense of freedom that came with such a life.
However, as the brothers began to grow closer and closer with her, their desire to guard the new member of their family also swelled. At first, she found this behavior somewhat endearing; it warmed her heart to know that such powerful and feared demons cared so deeply for her, a mere mortal human. With this new sensation of the brothers at her side, Mc felt safe in Devildom, despite the multiple times she had almost lost her life.
That was until she had a particularly bad run in with several lower demons at RAD once a day. Mc had left her classes mid-session to use the restroom, the hallways were silent and empty as everyone was seated in their classrooms. However, when she was making her way back to class, three lower demons jumped out and began attacking her, beating her nearly unconscious.
In between the grunts and deafening blows the demons dealt her, she could hear them shouting something about how she was making the Demon Lords soft, that her presence was ruining their reputation as fearsome, cruel creatures.
However, it was over as soon as it started; the demons left her gasping alone on the cool, tiled floor. Soon after Mammon (who had been in the process of skipping class) discovered her battered body and called his brothers for help. Although Mc hadn’t sustained any serious injuries, she was quickly raced to the nearest hospital and made a swift recovery with the help of Solomon and Simeon’s healing abilities.
In the days after the incident, Mc was feeling suprisingly unscatched, both physically and mentally. Despite how worried sick the brothers were, she was simply happy that the whole ordeal was over and done with, the perpetrators promptly beaten and jailed. However, Lucifer had decided this was not good enough for Mc, or rather, him.
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Mc sat nervously at the dining table in the House of Lamentation, all the chairs filled with their respective brothers. Lucifer had called a “family meeting” earlier that day during RAD classes and had stressed that everyone must be there.
At first Mc hadn’t been too worried about the sudden order, but simply watching Mammon anxiously bounce his leg from next to her with his chin resting gravely on his palm, had her suddenly reconsidering. Everyone instantly perked up as Lucifer cleared his throat from the end of the long table.
“In light of… recent events...,” he begins his gaze sweeping from brother to brother, eventually landing firmly on Mc, making her jump slightly. He pauses for a moment, huffing slightly.
“...I have decided that there is an urgent need for new rules regarding Mc, more specifically on how to ensure she remains safe in her time at Devildom,” he announces.
“What do you mean ‘new rules’,” Mc questions, eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Lucifer shoots her a quick glare after being interrupted before continuing.
“I mean that as of today, you cannot be without an escort when leaving the House of Lamentation under any circumstances-,” he says as Mc rises quickly from her chair.
“What?! I need an escort?-'' she exclaims, hands placed definitely on the table before her.
“-That includes walking to and from RAD, walking between class periods, and anywhere else outside of the House of Lamentation,” he continues, ignoring Mc’s sudden outburst.
“That ridiculous, I can handle walking myself perfectly fine-,” Mc shouts.
“You will be required to have your D.D.D on you at all times, and you are not permitted to leave the house after 8pm,” he states coldly, staring down Mc. “All of which are effective for an indefinite amount of time.”
“This isn’t necessary, Lucifer! I know what happened last week, but that doesn’t mean you can just start making me follow all these crazy restrictions!” Mc pleads, desperately looking around the table at the brothers for any semblance of support.
However, they all avoid her gaze, a few of them taking sudden interest in the intricate carvings that adorn the side of the wooden table.
“It is necessary, Mc,” Lucifer says matter-of-factly, crossing his arms. “I know that you’re a very independent person, but these rules are for your own safety.”.
“I’m sorry Lucifer, but I won’t allow myself to submit to this-,” Mc begins defiantly.
“-You will follow these rules. This is not something that is up for discussion, Mc!” he bellows, causing everyone at the table to flinch at the sudden aggression.
“And that goes for all of you,” he commands, pointing accusingly at his brothers. “You all are to make sure that she adheres to these rules, you understand?”
They all exchange quick glaces between a fuming Mc and Lucifer’s stern expression. They all nod slowly, reluctantly submitting to Lucifer’s will. Mc flops angrily into her chair, teeth clenched as she festers silently in her own wrath.
As much as she wants to, she simply can’t win against Lucifer, especially not on this one. Seeing that none of the other brothers came to her aid, she decides she has no choice but to swallow her pride. Biting her tongue, she nods slightly along with the brothers.
“Then… that is all that I need to say,” Lucifer says, his composure restored as he rises from his seat. “This meeting is adjourned.”
In the days after Lucifer's declaration, Mc begrudgingly followed each rule. Although she was still fuming, she offered no further protest on the matter, electing to just wait until Lucifer decided these restrictions were no longer necessary.
After a while, Mc began to not be particularly bothered by these rules. Although she valued her occasional moments of solitude, having the brothers escort her from place to place proved to be somewhat enjoyable. Additionally, having her D.D.D on her at all times wasn’t too much of a hassle, and it wasn’t like she had many places to be in Devildom after 8pm.
However, Mc began to feel more concerned with the brothers’ behavior as more and more questionable moments occurred between them. She first took notice of this somewhat alarming shift in behavior when Mc was conversing with a new friend from her Curses and Hexes class; another demon, obviously.
Mc was always eager to make new friends, especially since she rarely had the chance to talk to any demons outside of the seven brothers. Her and this new demon had randomly sparked up a conversation when he had asked her for a spare pencil. He had noticed it had a design on it that originated from a popular movie franchise that he was also interested in, so the duo became engrossed in discussing the topic long into the class period. Even after the bell rang, they continued absentmindedly laughing and chatting with one another.
This caused Beel, who had recently begun waiting for Mc outside of each of her classes to walk her from period to period, to peek his head in the room worriedly. The redhead immediately noticed the lower demon and how he was leaning against Mc’s desk, deep in conversation with his human. Anger quickly sparked in the pit of his abdomen, prompting him to stalk swiftly towards the duo.
He planted a solid hand on Mc’s shoulder. “The bell rang, Mc. Let’s go to your next class,” he grunts, refusing to acknowledge the surprised demon beside him.
“Oh, it's okay Beel. You can go without me, I’ll be leaving after I finish up here in a second,” Mc says cheerfully, waving Beel on without much thought.
In response, his grip tightens every-so slightly on Mc’s shoulder, digging into the fabric of her uniform. “No. I have to go with you Mc,” he says firmly.
“Beel, seriously, it’s okay,” Mc responds in a quizzical tone, eyes flickering between his face and his hand on her shoulder. “I’ll just have my friend here walk me instead. Your class is on the other side of campus anyway, so you’ll be late if you wait for me.”
“I don’t care if I’m late. I’m not going to let you be alone with some other demon, Mc,” he growls.
Both Mc and the lower demon gape at Beel, taken aback by his sudden aggression.
“Beel! Don’t be rude! You don’t need to worry about him, he’s oka-,” Mc exclaims.
“Mc. I’m not leaving you with him,” Beel repeats, this time finally eyeing the fidgeting lower demon sitting across from him. He wilts slightly from Beel’s piercing gaze, feeling as if he’s somehow made a grave mistake by simply talking to Mc. Mc shakes Beel’s hand from her shoulder, rising from her desk to confront him head on.
“Beelzebub. I’m telling you-,” Mc begins before she’s abruptly interrupted by Beel grabbing her wrist and tugging her towards the classroom’s exit. Despite her protests, he managed to make it halfway to her next period before Mc finally wrenched herself from his grip. The other demons in the hallway disperse, fleeing to their classrooms after sensing the dangerous arua the Avatar of Gluttony was emitting.
“What the hell Beel?” she pants, rubbing the angry red skin on her wrist. She eyes him, feeling increasingly uneasy; what happened back in the classroom...it was completely out of character for him. He never spoke to her, or anyone in that way, let alone put his hands on her like that.
“Lucifer said you can’t go anywhere by yourself,” he explains, placing a hand on his neck while shame begins to replace the wrath within him.
“Yeah, I wasn’t going by myself. I said that my friend was going to walk me instead,” Mc shoots back.
Beel frowns, “You can’t trust any demon you meet, Mc. You don’t know if you really would be safe with him.”
In the back of her mind, Mc knows he’s half right; she simply didn’t know that demon well enough to confidently say he wouldn’t try something the moment she was alone and vulnerable. However, she wasn’t upset that Beel questioned his integrity anymore, she was upset that he didn’t even take a moment to consider her feelings on the matter. He simply ran off with her without a second thought, completely disregarding her ability to judge a person’s character on her own without him or one of his brothers weighing in with their own cynical opinions.
They stood silently for a moment as Mc stewed in her thoughts, the hallway empty, its air turning stale around them. Before she could give a proper retort, the sound of the school’s bell rang around them, indicating that they were now both late for class. Mc clenched her firsts angrily.
She then turned sharply and stalked to her next period, allowing an uneasy Beel to accompany her from a distance. Once she entered her classroom and slammed the door behind her, Beel began the trek on his own class. When the next period ended, Mc found Belphie waiting outside to escort her in place of Beel.
Despite this concerning event, there was a brief lull in the brothers’ display of possessive behavior; whether that be because they finally realized that they were suffocating Mc with their antics, or because Mc had been more careful about complying to Lucifer’s rules. However, this moment of peace was soon to be interrupted.
After Asmo accidentally spilled wine on Mc during a visit to Ristorante Six, he had vowed to take her shopping for a whole new outfit, even though it only really stained her blouse. When Levi caught wind of the excursion, he decided to tag along to go window shopping for some newly released Ruri-chan merchandise.
That weekend, the trio made their way to the bustling shopping center at the heart of Devildom; the majority of the day was very lighthearted and served as a much needed break from school and the crushing protectiveness of the brothers. They all spent hours browsing and trying on clothes in Majolish, laughing as Asmo forced Levi to briefly explore his fashion sense with them. After they finally left, Mc and Asmo struggled to carry the various bags filled to the brim with clothes and accessories while Levi happily snapped pictures of the exasperated pair, offering no help as he uploaded the photos to Devilgram.
After some more teasing, Levi finally slid his phone away before reaching to take one of the heavier bags from Mc’s hand. Mc gladly accepts the aid, shifting her weight forward to lean towards his extended hand. However, her shoe briefly caught the raised surface of a slightly out-of-place tile in the pavement, causing her to trip mid-step. Before she could sprawl across the floor below, she collides into a passing demon, falling face first into their chest.
“Hey! Watch it-,” the demon shouts, falling backwards from the force of the impact.
Mc instantly removes herself from the demon. “Ah-, I’m sorry! Are you okay?,” flustered from the embarrassing spectacle she’s caused. She offers a hand to the fallen demon, smiling politely as they glare at her from the floor.
“My apologies, I accidentally tripped, and you just happened to be in front of me...,” she says quickly as they begrudgingly reach to take her hand.
Before their palms can overlap, Levi moves in between the two, slapping the demon’s hand away from Mc’s. Shocked, the demon sharply pulls back his hand, hissing from the insult.
“Levi? What the fuck was that for?” Mc gasped, Levi’s expression startlingly contradicting the joyful demon he was moments ago.
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Levi snarls at the demon, shoving Mc behind him despite her protests. “Stay the fuck away from us.”
At a loss for words, Mc desperately looks to Asmo for help. Rather than stepping forward to mitigate the situation as he so often does, Asmo simply moves to pick up the fallen bag and plants himself next to Levi, ignoring Mc’s aghast face.
“Guys, calm down! It was my fault, I was the one who bumped into them!” Mc exclaims, moving in front of the pair with raised hands.
“Yeah, what the hell? It was just an accident-,” the demon begins, moving to return to a standing position. Before they can get themselves completely upright, Levi shoves him to the ground.
“Levi-,” Mc yelped at the sudden display of violence. This time, she places a hand on the two advancing brothers’ chest, glaring at them both.
“If you two don’t knock this shit off right now, I’ll use our pacts to command you to stop,” she warns, hoping the anger in her tone masked the fear she felt creeping its way into the corners of her mind.
Levi clicks his tongue in frustration, reluctantly taking a step away from the terrified demon. Asmo slowly follows, never taking his eyes off them.
“Fine,” Asmo mutters. “But it would be in your best interest to leave, and never show your face around us ever again,” Asmo spat at the demon, his usually pristine face twisted into an irritated grimace.
The demon immediately takes off in the other direction, leaving the trio alone in the street. Before Mc could scold them, they both link their arms around her’s and stomp away.
“That was out-of-fucking line, guys!” Mc exclaims after a moment of stunned silence. The pair flinch a little but continue tugging her back to the House of Lamentation wordlessly.
“That was… that was absolutely ridiculous! It was just a simple mistake, and it was my fault! There was no reason for you guys to blow up on them like that!” she says, whipping her head from side to side in an attempt to read the faces of the two demons.
“Why’re you acting like that demon running into me was some kind of assasinaton attempt?! You guys didn’t used to be this… unreasonable…” she trails off, desperately trying to get Levi or Asmo to meet her eyes. “...What the fuck happened?” she asks the pair.
“I’ll tell you what the fuck happened, Mc,” Levi finally retorts, clenching his teeth as he lifts his head to look at her from behind his violet hair. “You… you were almost killed... not even a month ago. And if you think we’re just going to let something like that happen again then-”.
“But they weren’t trying to kill me!” Mc thundered, shaking with anger. “You both totally overreacted!”
“We can’t be too careful, Mc. I’m sorry we upset you, but I’d rather that than risk you being murdered!” Asmo admits, gripping her arm desperately.
“There was no danger, Asmo!” Mc yells. “Why can’t you two understand that?”
Levi and Asmo exchanged troubled glances.
“Mc, we’re just trying to do what’s best for you…” Levi pleads, Asmo nodding.
“This is what you think is best for me?! Just tearing off with me the moment I interact with any demon aside from you guys?” Mc scoffs, struggling to wrap her mind around the ridiculousness of the whole situation.
The two demons are silent, festering in shame and frustration. They avoid her eyes, struggling to produce a proper retort.
“I decide what is best for me, got it?! Because clearly, you guys have lost all touch with reality!” she continues, beyond caring about softening her insults.
Although the brothers wanted to argue back, they both elected to bite their tongues for the rest of the walk home, hoping that Mc would eventually calm down and come around to their point of view.
However, when they finally arrived home Mc ripped her arms from their grip, storming to her room while Asmo and Levi frantically tried to apologize from behind her wake. She slammed the door in their faces; they knocked the wooden surface as they pleaded for her to let them so they could make it up to her.
After a while of fruitlessly calling to her, they finally gave up, leaving Mc alone to quietly sob in her room. She refused to speak to the pair for a couple days afterward, but eventually gave up on attempting to hold a grudge on the demons she loved so deeply. She tried to drop her guard around them once again, but still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling that had been clouding her mind ever since that day.
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Although Mc found these instances incredibly peculiar (alarmingly so), she still gave the demon brothers the benefit of the doubt. She understood that they cared for her fiercely, and that this could lead them to act aggressively; but she could not wrap her head around why they were starting to disregard how Mc felt. They had begun to handle her like a delicate piece of artwork; something to be admired from within a protective container, never to be touched by outside hands.
Despite this, she decided that for the time being she would simply grin a bear it all while she gave them a chance to calm themselves, hoping they would all eventually return to their normal selves. However, this was not the case as Mc would soon realize after she had forgotten to walk home with Mammon after classes at RAD.
As per Lucifer’s rules, Mc was to be accompanied by one of the brothers to and from school. After much pestering from Mammon, she agreed to make walking back with him a daily occurrence. The two would meet in the garden at the center of RAD’s campus and make the journey home together, chatting about their day. However, Mc had completely forgotten about this agreement one day.
Mc has a bad habit of becoming lost in thought, forgetting the world around her as she silently listens to music through a pair of tangled earbuds. Mc was often accompanied by at least 1-2 demon brothers at once, so she doesn't often get much time to simply explore her own thoughts without interruption. This, coupled with her bad habit of becoming detached from the present, caused her to simply walk straight to the House of Lamentation without the thought of meeting Mammon even crossing her mind.
She had gotten home before any of the others, and absentmindedly slumped into bed after changing out of her RAD uniform. Lazily rolling over, she reached out to pick up her previously discarded D.D.D and earbuds, music still faintly playing. She clicked on the screen to turn off the music and noticed she had 9 new notifications while her phone was on silent. There were 6 text messages from Mammon, and 4 new missed calls. Mc sat up in bed to read the texts:
“Oi! Where the hell are ya at Mc?” - 19 minutes ago
“Are you coming or not? Did ya forget about me?” - 16 minutes ago
1 missed call.
“Did ya walk home with Asmo instead of me? That hurts my feelings, ya know.” - 15 minutes ago
1 missed call.
“Hey! Respond to my calls… you’re startin’ to worry me”. - 12 minutes ago
"If you’re worried that I’m mad, I’m not! Just text me when ya get home safely, OK?” - 11 minutes ago
2 missed calls.
“That's it! You better call me back right now, or I’m gonna start freakin’ out!” - 6 minutes ago
Mc drags a hand over her face, annoyed by his gross overreaction. Mammon has always been the clingy type, something she had gotten used to and eventually found somewhat endearing. However, this was just too much…
Before she could even begin to return his calls, the door to her room burst open, swinging on its hinges and slamming into the wall with a loud bang. There in the doorway stood Mammon, sweaty, panting, and obviously very distressed. Alongside him stood Satan, Asmo, and Belphie, all looking slightly less disheveled but with equally concerned expressions. As soon as they laid their eyes on her, relief immediately flushed all other emotion from their faces.
“Wha-”, she began, but was swiftly cut off when Mammon leapt towards her to clutch her shoulders.
“What the hell happened Mc?!” he exclaims, shaking her before embracing her firmly. After a tense moment, he quickly peels himself from her form, his flushed face mere inches from her own as he continues his volley of questions.
“I really thought something bad happened to you!” he cries out, silvery eyebrows furrowed. Mc opened her mouth to explain but was interrupted once again.
“-and why didn’t ya answer my calls? I got so worried that I even called Asmo, and when he said that you weren’t with him, I totally freaked!” he says, his eyes wandering to inspect her body; still expecting her to be harmed in some way.
Mc pushes the babbling demon off of her as she explains, “I’m sorry, I had my D.D.D on silent, so I didn’t see any of your texts.”
As Mammon tumbles to the foot of her bed, Asmo quickly takes his place next to her.
“Mc! You can’t do that to us again! We really thought some other demon got to you!” he sobs, wrapping his arms around her , dramatically burying his face in the crook of her neck. Satan turns his back to them to make a call on his D.D.D, presumably to let the others know that Mc is safe and sound at home.
Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, Mc struggles to pry the weeping demon off of her. She looks to Belphie to help as he’s usually the brother that grants her the most freedom in situations like these. Meeting her gaze, Belphie moves forward, his facade of indifference faintly cracking.
“That doesn’t explain why you didn't wait for one of us to walk with you. You know you’re not supposed to go anywhere by yourself, Mc,” he says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to feign exasperation.
Mc glares at him; she half-expected him to be on her side, to scold Mammon and Asmo for their dramatic antics as he so often does.
“I’m sorry guys, I totally forgot to wait. I guess I just got so lost in thought that I didn’t realize I forgot about Mammon,” she admits, chuckling awkwardly at her rather anticlimactic explanation. Satan turns to face them as he places his D.D.D back into his pant pocket, frowning at her words.
“Well, it's a good thing that you at least went straight back to the House of Lamentation, because if we didn’t find you in your room, Lucifer would have asked Diavolo to form a royal search party for you,” he says, his hand cupping his chin thoughtfully.
“What?! A search party?” Mc exclaims, becoming more exasperated by the second. “Isn’t that a bit much? I mean… I was only unaccounted for for less than half an hour, right? Doesn’t that seem like overkill to you?” she questions, attempting to face Satan as Asmo and Mammon fuss over her.
Satan and Belpie, who normally jump at any chance to criticize Lucifer’s decisions, simply shook their heads.
“No, it’s understandable. We can’t afford to give you the benefit of the doubt anymore,” Satan sighs.
“Huh?” Mc says, completely vexed by his explanation.
Satan moves to place a hand on her head, his palm lovingly stroking her hair despite the troubled expression that lingers on his features.
“You better start working on your apology, because Lucifer and the others are on their way back now,” he says, only half-joking. “And from what he told me, Levi and Beel had been tearing up every inch of RAD’s campus looking for any trace of you.”
Before she can argue about the matter any further, the sound of 3 pairs of footsteps thunder against the hallway’s stairs and towards her room. The other brothers burst into her room, followed by another flurry of questions and quick embraces. After a while of explaining and apologizing, Mc finally managed to quell the fears of the brothers.
Later that afternoon, they all sat down to have dinner together, the brothers continuing to fuss over an annoyed Mc. Although this ridiculous incident hadn’t ended in complete disaster (aside from the scolding of a life-time from Lucifer), it still worried Mc. She could understand, to an extent, their protectiveness over her, especially after the most recent attempt on her life. However, she was only unresponsive for less than 30 minutes, and all of them had flown into a panic; it was completely out of character for most of the brothers.
She poked at her food, still sore about the lecturing she had received. Hopefully, this was the last incident for a long while. Little did she know, it would get much worse.
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Thank you for reading part 1! Can you tell this is my first time ever writing fanfic? lmaoo
Let me know if you guys wanna see more, because regardless I plan on making 2-3 more chapters! Comments, suggestions, and reblogs are much appreciated!
Hello, everyone! I decided to write a NSFW Obey Me fanfic to give a satisfying ending to 29-13 with Mammon and a cisgendered female MC. I used all of the text from the scene, added in details and then ran with it. There are a total of 14 panels, sections A-N to keep them in order. Unfortunately, I can only go A-J in a single post. so a second post will be created for K-N. (Coming soon, a part 2) This is the first time I’ve ever written a fanfic and the first time I’ve ever put any of my work out on the internet. Any comments, advice, and thoughts would be greatly appreciated. No nasty ones though, plz. I’m looking for positive critiques only so I can better my writing. Thanks and enjoy! Recommended to read alone at home. Sections K-N continued here: https://keiryuuta.tumblr.com/post/636015880594210816/continued-from-the-original-post-containing
Rate: all family, yeah, not even a full kiss. But who knows in the future.
Words: 1033.
Additional comments: please have mercy on me, I’m a native Spanish speaker who has to find her place in this world ;-; Correct any mistakes if you’d like.
If you’d like I’ll probably make a second part.
Ever since I heard that there was another human in Devildom I was brimming with excitement. When I heard the word “magic” my heart leaped. Could it be? Humans can actually use magic? My mind wandered around imagining how King Solomon would look like. Considering he was to study with me, I couldn’t conceive him being an old man of white beard, but I couldn’t imagine him being anything else. Hence, when I saw such a good-looking guy, I could only stay perplexed and smile awkwardly afterward. But he was nice as well and didn’t make a big deal about it.
A few months into the exchange program we were relatively close, “we humans need to stick together”, and I often went to Purgatory Hall so we could study together. Of course, that was my excuse to be close to him. Truth be told, I was falling in love with this white-haired magician. I loved the way he teased me, and his witty comments, he made me feel calm and… at home…
But he was THE Solomon and thinking that he could feel the same was a really long shot. So I was content just receiving his help with class, even when I didn’t really need it.
“Solomon?” I called for him, everyone was retrieving their things since the class was over. He looked at me and smiled.
“What is it?”
“I still don’t get this problem, could you explain to me?”
“Sure, Luke said he was going to try making some new recipe today, I’m sure he would be happy for you to taste it.” I felt my face glowing.
“Really!? Yey! Come on, let’s go!” I grabbed his hand jumping in place, once he was ready I started to run dragging him along. Luke was just as excited when he saw me coming, he transformed his face into a serious expression and rolled his sleeves while walking to the kitchen.
He explained to me different exercises over a couple of hours, I couldn’t stop hearing his voice. Finally, Luke’s new dessert was ready, so we decided to take a break while eating. His room had all kinds of magic books, but it wasn’t stuffed like Satan’s, it was rather tidy and cozy.
“What are you looking that’s so interesting?” his grin made me blush.
“I-I’m sorry, didn’t mean to stare.”
“It’s ok” he took the last sip from his tea, I had already finished my cake. “So… MC” my eyes enticed him to continue “why are you here?”. I knew he knew when the grin never left his face, so I took my only option left: lie terribly as only I can do.
“I-I mean, w-why would I have a rea…? Oh! Math of course! We are here because of math. Haven’t you spend the last couple of hours teaching me? Oof, who would’ve guessed you’re so silly, Solomon.” The words came fast out of my mouth while I laughed awkwardly, and I ended up grabbing my cup of tea and raising it to my lips.
“Your cup is empty.”
I stopped on my tracks. Indeed it was empty, since a while ago. I didn’t have to see his grin to know that it was growing on pair with my blush, but I did have to lower my cup eventually, and when I did, my eyes were fixated on it.
“Wh… how did you notice?” was the only murmur my voice could articulate.
“Because you started to ask my help with things you already knew.” I fidgeted with my hands.
“I’m… sorry…” my voice came softly and shy. I was sure he was enjoying seeing me squirmish, but his smile was actually full of sweetness, one that I’ve never seen before on him. My hands broke in sweat, my breathing became heavy. Then his face turned serious.
“You know… you don’t need to be sorry, it actually makes me happy that you feel like that.”
“Does it?” I almost jumped from my seat on the floor.
“Yes.” The silence lingered for a few seconds, my mind seemed to have launched at least 50 questions in that short time. Most of them were: “how does he feel?”, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask any of them.
“We should finish this study session.” His words broke my illusion, and I blinked into reality. Yes, math, of course.
We kept working on silence, there was nothing else I could ask him. At this point, I was working on auto mode, for my mind was extremely busy thinking. Did this mean that I can’t hang out with him anymore? What am I supposed to do from now on? I couldn’t just say that I wanted to go out with him… could I?
The study session finished before I could start answering questions.
“I’ll walk you to the House of Lamentation.” I didn’t know how to feel about it, but soon I noticed that it didn’t matter because we each kept silent until we reached the gates.
“Thank you for your help, Solomon.”
“It was nothing, you didn’t need it anyway.” I smiled, hiding my hair behind my ear. “So…” I looked at him, expecting what was next. “Do you want to do something tomorrow? I heard there is a limited special in Hells Kitchen.” My eyes grew big.
“Like… like a date or something?” My nails dug onto my hands almost hurtfully. He laughed, it was refreshing. His slight blush stopped me from breathing.
“Yes… like a date… or something.”
“Sure!” I answered almost too fast.
“Then I’ll come around 8?”
“Sounds perfect!” my smile was surely too much.
“Fine.” Time seemed to stop when he got near me. When his lips touched my cheek, my heart dropped to my stomach. “See you tomorrow then.” Solomon turned to leave.
“See you… tomorrow…” he was gone.
Next, I was running through the entrance and halls. I could hear the brothers calling me but my mind was only focused on one thing: I have a date with Solomon! Nothing could ever put down my smile at that moment. At least not until my next big worry came to my mind: what am I going to wear?
After the couple finally come into House of lamentation, Haruka stares at Satan worried after all the scolding he gets from Ichigo,
"Are you okay? After all that?" She asks.
Satan only nods, "Yeah, all good. No damage done." He replies, shrugging it off. As if Ichigo's scolding would affect him.
"Let's get in, man it's only five and it's so chilly!" He continues.
"Oh, you're right! Let's go!" Haruka replies, agreeing to him.
So Haruka and Satan return to the house. As they return, they're welcomed with Ichigo with a whole new look. Probably Asmo's work again.
"Wow, what's with the new look?" Haruka asks.
"Clearly I did a good job at this. They're going with me to the victory party. Quite rare for Beel to go there if I say so myself." Asmo replies.
"You did actually, she looks amazing!" Haruka compliments.
"I do?" Ichigo asks.
"For the 999th time, yes you do. Even Beel can't stop staring at you." Asmo responds. "Yes, Beel, you're caught in 4k. Shush." He adds as Beel was about to protest.
"Objectively, she does look gorgeous." Satan says. "Objectively, don't glare at me like that."
"Sure, sure." Ichigo says rolling her eyes before reaching out to Beel's hand, "Cmon, Beel, let's go."
Beel nods as he accepts her hand, going to the party with Asmo tailing behind them because he's also invited. Once they arrived at the party, the word huge would be an understatement because everyone is basically there, it's really crowded. The fangol team members, some of the audience and the cheerleading team are there, maybe more guests are also there. The music can also be heard from afar and there are lights of several colors around the venue.
'Whoever set this party really went all out and predict the victory huh?' She thought as she stares at everything.
"Hey, you, okay? You're a bit blanked out..." Beel asks, grabbing Ichigo's attention back to him.
"Yeah, I am. It's really pretty especially the lights." She replies with a grin.
"I see. Wanna go in?" Beel offers.
"Sure, let's go in." She replies.
The two got into the venue and just as they thought, it was a huge party and the next thing they knew Beel's teammates greet him and drag him away to the party to celebrate their victory, leaving Ichigo alone in the middle of the venue, confused.
For now, she just shrugs and go to find some food. At the same time, Beel protests because Ichigo is left alone there but his friends told him not to worry about it.
"She'll be fine. Let's celebrate our victory! You're the reasons we won Afterall!" He exclaims.
"Yeah...but still..." Beel protests again.
"Don't worry. We'll return you to your girlfriend if we ever find her." Another says, reassuring him.
"...Fine..." Beel sighs and complies.
Back at the middle of the venue, Ichigo is searching for snacks and drinks. She did got her snack but all of the drinks there are all alcohol and she can't drink alcohol because of low tolerance and her health condition so she decides to ask around if there are any non-alcoholic drinks.
"There's one right there. They have all kinds of soda." The person says.
"Oh okay, thanks a lot." Ichigo replies with a smile as she goes to that stand, little did she know the sodas are just the same.
After some time, Beel is finally free from his friends and currently looking for Ichigo. It's supposed to be easy since she has an all pink outfit with her pink hair and her pink ribbon but thanks to the lights it's not that easy.
Luckily, he finally finds her, talking to someone at the couch and it's one of his teammates but it was in a flirty way? He tilts his head confusedly before sniffing the air. Ah, she's drunk! At the same time, the said teammate notices Beel and literally panics.
"Dude, I swear I did nothing! Stop glaring at me!" He exclaims. "Hey, look, that's your boyfriend! He's coming to get you." He told her.
Ichigo tilts her head confusedly before seeing where the guy points at. A drunken smile appears on her face as she runs to Beel, literally throwing herself on him.
"Oh wow. Hello to you too." He greets, catching her in time.
"Hi..." She replies, super tipsy. "Where were you? I thought you left me..."
"Oh no, never! I was just celebrating with my friends and now I can find you." He says. "I'm all yours, now."
"Good!" She exclaims but she suddenly feels nausea. "Beel, where's the nearest toilet? I don't feel good..."
"Uh.... I'll get you there, don't worry!" Beel exclaims as he helps Ichigo to the toilet. Luckily they got there in time and now she's puking everything out of her stomach.
"I'm never drinking alcohol again!" She groans in pain as she continues puking.
"There, there. I'm sorry for not being there for you. I think they infuse all the drinks with alcohol." Beel says.
"No wonder..." Ichigo mutters with a sigh.
"Do you wanna go home?" Beel offers. Ichigo nods as she clings to him.
"Can you walk?" He asks.
"I don't know..." She trails out trying to stand but like a wounded fawn she falls on him. Yep, she's too weak to walk now.
"Okay, I'll carry you home. Let's go." Beel says, dragging her out of the venue before putting her on his back.
"What about your brother? Will he be okay?" Ichigo asks as she holds on Beel's neck so she won't fall.
"He'll be fine. He's with Solomon or some random demon. But most of the time he's safe." Beel replies.
"I see... why don't we just wait for him?" Ichigo asks.
"You're in no condition to wait on him. You're drunk and tonight is very cold. I don't want you to catch a cold." Beel replies. "Don't worry about Asmo, he'll make it."
"...Okay if you say so." Ichigo nods with a pout.
On their way home, Beel curiously ask Ichigo what did she consume throughout the party.
"Well, I had their food of course those are good but the drinks... the last thing I drank was mango slushie. That thing is good!" She replies.
"Mango slushie? Hmmm that's probably infused with alcohol as well. Tsk. They're not considerate enough to prepare non-alcoholic drinks." Beel says.
"It's okay. What do you expect from a demon anyway?" Ichigo says, leaning on Beel.
"True..." Beel nods agreeing to her before adjusting his hold so Ichigo won't fall.
Meanwhile at house of lamentation, Satan gave Haruka a novel book in his room. It's in romance genre, clearly this man is giving codes that he returns her feelings but unfortunately Haruka rejects it since she's not a book reader.
"Ah, you're not a book reader? That's too bad." Satan says.
"I can always give it to Ichigo. She can read that for me." Haruka replies.
"Nah, I can read it for you if you want." Satan offers.
"Well, it is a long book, that can mean I should be here for a long time..." Haruka mutters. "I'll just take that." She says, grabbing the book with a grin.
"Anyways, I'm going down for some drink. You want anything?" Satan suddenly offers.
"Milk tea if that exist. Taro flavor to be exact." Haruka replies. "But regular milk tea is fine if it's not around, or just water, you know...."
"Gotcha. I'll be right back. Stay here for a while, okay?" Satan asks before going to the kitchen to get their drinks.
Once he's gone, Haruka uses this oppurtunity to go back to her room and actually clean up. Today's been a long day and she feels nasty. So she took her bath, change her clothes, all that.
As she does that, Satan is currently making her requested milk tea. At the same time, Levi comes out from his room due to hunger and finds Satan in the kitchen.
"Oh wow, that's some awesome drink you got there! Who's it for?" Levi asks.
"Haruka, of course." Satan answers not even looking up from the counter.
"Tsk. Such a simp." Levi mutters under his breath as he opens the fridge to get his drink. "Ayo, where's the spicy pizza?"
"What spicy pizza?" Satan asks back.
"My spicy pizza! I put that in the fridge so I can snack on it at night. Where did it go?!" Levi asks again.
Satan only shrugs, "No idea. Probably Beel did it." He says, leaving the kitchen with Levi metaphorically deflating because of his long-gone spicy pizza. Once he arrived back to his room, he finds Haruka gone.
"Where could she be? I told her to stay here though..." He mutters to himself, getting out of his room to find Haruka. He tries the music room, some of his brother's room earning him a glare specfically from Lucifer but does he care? No. Another was a whole screech by Mammon who's changing and he knows that she won't be in Asmo's or Beel's or even Levi's room because those two are out and Levi is gaming alone. So he finally checks on her room and when he does he earns a smack right on his face with a pillow.
"KNOCK FIRST BEFORE YOU OPEN THE DOOR!" Haruka scolds him.
"Are you...?"
"Decent? No! I'm still using my pants! Out!" Haruka shouts.
"Then I'll just put the drink here..." Satan awkwardly says before exiting the door to let her change. Once she's done, Haruka finally lets him in and they spend the night chit chatting here and there, pretty much getting to know each other. One thing for sure, Asmo's advice is working on them.
"I wonder... When are they gonna get home...?" Haruka wonders.
"Probably midnight? They're in a party after all." Satan replies.
"True. Maybe I shouldn't wait on them and just sleep this off..." Haruka says.
"Then I'll accompany you. Is that okay?" Satan offers.
"I think that's okay. But don't force yourself, if you get sleepy just go back to your room. Don't worry about me." Haruka says.
"Sure." That's what he said with a nod as he sits on the edge of her bed while Haruka tucks herself to sleep.
Now back to Beel and Ichigo, they finally arrived home around 11 PM. Honestly, Beel already expects Lucifer to be waiting for them because 11 PM is quite late to get home especially from a party. So, when he opens the door, there he is, Lucifer at the second floor staring down at them in disappointment and now turn worry as soon as he sees Ichigo being on Beel's back.
"What happened?" He asks after he rushed down to see Ichigo's condition.
"She accidentally drank some alcoholic drink. It turns out they infused every single drink there with alcohol." Beel replies.
"Don't tell me you left her side! Where's Asmo?!" Lucifer asks frantically.
"Asmo is still there, you know him and partying and well... I got dragged by my friends to celebrate for a bit. It's just for a while but it turns out all the drinks are alcoholic." Beel explains.
"My goodness... You should've stayed by her side! Devildom is dangerous for these humans, and you know that! What if someone did things to her?!" Lucifer scolds him.
"I know, I didn't mean to do that..." Beel says regretfully.
Lucifer let out a sigh before dismissing him, "Fine, I'll let this slide for once."
Beel literally beams at Lucifer's sudden kindness and nods, going to the second floor to return Ichigo to the room. But here's where things got awkward. As Beel arrives at her room, opening it quietly he sees green eyes glaring at him.
"Satan, what in the devil's name are you doing here?" He asks.
"Accompanying Haruka." Satan replies nonchalantly, as if it's something so trivial.
"Get off, that's Ichigo's bed." Beel says.
"Fine." Satan rolls his eyes, getting off the bed to let Ichigo sleep there. "You let her drink alcohol?!"
"I did not! Those guys infused everything with alcohol without my knowledge." Beel replies.
"Oh wow. Your friends seem to be like those kinda being huh?" Satan concludes.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Beel asks.
"Alcoholics. Ironic for an athlete to be an alcoholic." Satan replies with a smirk.
"They're not, I'm not. The cheerleaders are the one who set the party." Beel answers, leaving the room. "Cmon, you have to leave too. Give them some privacy."
Satan sigh but he knows Beel is right, so he did. The two exit the room and they meet the red eyes of Lucifer again.
"Satan, why are you in their room?" Lucifer asks.
"Stop being nosy and deal with your own business, you, prideful prick!" Satan replies, walking away.
