so!!!! what about a selfless mc who got REALLY REALLY sick due to whatever devildom's air got in there.. but doesn't rlly know how to take care of themself (or they simply didn't bother to) because no one else taught them to appreciate themself? so satan(or lucifer) showed mc real love, just pure fluffiness—theyre taking care of mc, teaching them on how to appreciate themself.. (def not projecting)
-🐈⬛anon
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satan x gn!mc!reader • 1.7k
romantic; fluff, angst, comfort
[ sorry for being so late to this 😖🙏 i had meant to do a quick one but then got more fun with it instead and wanted to properly flesh it out so.. i hope this will give you some sort of comfort still (´TωT`)♥︎ i made a few tweaks with focusing on how mc purposely self sabotage by not making their health any better and rejecting help since they don't know how to appreciate themself, and so connected it with the exam season since they had to have higher than average score, and tied into their self worth yada2 i hope you enjoy this piece anon !! thank you for the request 🫶
this ended up not so fluffy aha but i think it's bound to be a little tricky when one or two of the characters are stubborn , they have a fight but they make up (satan is kinda mean in this..) , the fluff is the love and effort 🧟♂️ , mutual pining ]
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81.
Two digits bold in red stamped on the front page. You fix your gaze at the numbers, staring long at it as if to increase them to existence. Biting the inside of your cheek, your fingers crumple the edges of the paper, straining to hold back a choked tear.
After all those endless days and nights...
You sigh. Exit the class and walk straight to the enormous center building of the academy. Up the stairs to the third floor and to the room at the very end to your right. Half an inhale and you're pushing the door open.
Bang!
Darting your gaze to the lone long desk across the room, to the papers piled on top of the desk, to the hand stopping its motions as soon as you observe it, then further above to the light gold colour reflected in the owner's eyes. The Devildom prince's voice is smooth and rumbled as always as he chuckles, "Ah, where are your manners? Are you just that excited to show me your last paper?"
Is he serious? Is he joking? You can't tell.
You brave forward still to approach him, setting the exam paper to his view, forcing yourself to put a smile. "Yes." You finally exhale. "How is it?"
His eyes drop to the piece of paper, with barely a few seconds of attention, before locking eyes with you again. A sweet beam blooms beautifully on his lips as he regards you. "Good job. Don't forget to rest and treat yourself."
Good job.
Was that all it was? Good. Just good?
Dismissing yourself, you tuck Diavolo's words somewhere far and secluded in your mind. If you don't think about it, you wouldn't fixate so much on how you barely got an A. The cheers in the hallway by other students grow muted in your ears. What is there to even celebrate about? Having to prove yourself in a place you didn't ask to be in... and you're just decent.
When you arrive home that evening, you're fast to enchant a lock to your room. By the time dinner rolls by, you let the notifications bombard your D.D.D., listlessly eyeing as one come after the other. They're worried about you? They shouldn't be. You're doing fine.
It isn't until the device suddenly vibrates that you're knocked out of your trance. A cat profile picture...
Cradling the item in your hands, you hit the 'Accept' button, swiftly answered with a faint sigh of relief from the other side. "You okay? Everyone's at the table already."
Gazing at the fluffy white cat image, you remain silent as more minutes pass by. "Were you asleep?" The fourth born continues, softer this time. The space between you is still again. You clutch the phone closer, curling your body inwards until your knees reach your chest. You close your eyes. Listen to the call as a creak sounds, then shuffles, seamlessly flowing to footsteps. Heavy and fast. Like his composure is thinning with concern. Was it normal to deduct a demon's feelings just from their footsteps alone?
It goes on a while, halting at last after a few moments. You think you know where this is going. The D.D.D. echoes, the same voice outside your room. "I've brought your dinner. Open up." You're quiet. "I'll kick this door down if I have to."
"No need. Just leave it by the door." You finally part your lips, fluttering your eyes open to look at the dark brown door staring at you. There's a few beats of rustle and a small clack, and you could make out his shadow staying by your door when he speaks again.
"You need to be by yourself?" You nod, humming a quick 'Mmhm'. Satan doesn't hang up yet, and so do you. Your heart is less heavier and the more you let the call be, the more you want to indulge in this gentle hush. "Be safe, sweetheart." The call clicks.
The next morning, Satan does kick your door down. He was always better in Spells class also anyway. You would have yelled and thrashed him for being rude if your body weren't feeling so heavy. With eyes half wide, you could only manage a grunt as he strides over to you. Peering vacantly to the distance behind him, you note the dinner left untouched by the door, then sweep your gaze to him at last. You don't say anything. He doesn't too.
Sweetheart, huh?
If you lay still and just stare at him, would he drop this? Whatever this is. Barging into your room at peak early of the day... Does he have nothing better to do? And what's he's focusing so hard on? Were your eyes really that swollen? Did he figured out you were bawling yourself the entire night?
Growl.
"Hah." He finally eases his gaze off your face to have a glimpse on your stomach. "You're hungry?," the blonde steps closer, seating himself on the edge of your bed. You quietly watch him again. The silence is sufficient when he repeats, certain this time. "You're hungry. And sick. And you didn't tell anyone?", Satan's eyebrows pinch together in distaste.
No. Not like it matters. Your mind quickly replies, though you have the heart to filter them, closing your eyes and sinking your head further onto your pillow. "It's just a cold."
And that's half the truth. It's not that big of a deal. You get sick, you sleep it off, and if it doesn't go away, then that's a shame. But they all soon do anyway. It's why people around you shrug it off so easily when you mention your sickness in passing. Sure, having your stomach empty or losing your strength to even get out of bed isn't fun. But it all gets better in a couple of hours or days. You learned to eventually stop bringing it up and no one asked. In your book, that means sickness is just a hassle. You were a hassle. Nothing more, nothing less.
Soft pads and murmurs echo near your ears before you get to attempt to situate yourself to a slumber. The room feels a little lighter somehow, that must be magic since your skin tingles with the familiar buzz. There's also a delicious aroma wafting through your space... Fresh meal? He must have did a spell. You feel warm, long fingers pressing gently on your forehead before slowly brushing off your hair backwards. This feels nice.
"Open your eyes." Satan instructs. "I'll feed you."
There's a small beat of silence that weaves its way through the air between you, in your second of hesitation, until you hum his offer off good-naturedly. "You can just leave it on the table. I'll eat later."
You hear the immediate click on his tongue and frown, preparing to be the recipient of his possible bubbling annoyance. But the demon only calls out your name, softly, the noun ending with a croaked sigh. If you had your eyes opened, maybe you could have seen how defeated he just was.
"You've never skipped dinner." He simply says. You pull your conciousness up, flutter your eyes open and look at his straight. He continues without a hitch.
"You didn't read the groupchat. You barely answered when I knocked the door. You left your assignment still open on the table." His fingers slide down to cup your cheek, a thumb tenderly rubbing the skin under your eye in a pause. "You're also really, really warm. And I'm supposed to believe you?"
You weakly sigh. You also really, really didn't want to be a burden in the first place. "It's not the first time," to which you feel him lightly pinch your cheek. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
Wincing, you blink your eyes awake to glare at him, "I said I'm fine." Satan purses his lips, holding your gaze stubbornly as his face nears you— Is he crazy? —before dropping his head gently on your shoulder. Ugh.. what an awkward position...
He presses on, "I literally brought dinner to you. You didn't touch it at all. Was that not a deliberate decision? You weren't content with being sick so you want to get sicker? What's that going to give you? Attention?"
Ouch.
Between wrath and affection, there will always need to be a delicate balance. Is it because he's a demon? The line is thinner than usual.
You feel your shoulders shake, and in turn, Satan too who had been relying on you. The sound is familiar— your own ugly sobbing —and not at the same time, not with another being at least. Your throat burns when you gently push him away by his chest, "Go away..."
He doesn't reply, choosing to bury his face into your shoulder, fingers trailing from your face down to rather embrace you with both his arms instead. This way, without meeting your eyes, you could still pinpoint the drooping in his tone when he murmurs, carressing your back as if brushing away his harsh words off of you. "I'm sorry... I didn't- Well, that was uncalled for and now, I made you cry more..."
Slowly, he inches backwards and faces you head on, a dejected look on his handsome face. "I just... want to take care of you. I said something bad so," his hands firmly squeeze your shoulders, "I'll help you double. Triple, quadruple even. Just don't.. shut me out."
It's another trance you will yourself into when you gaze at him from under your eyelashes, smoothing your composure with one deep breath, curling your fingers on his chest.
"Okay."
The demon's lips curve into a faint smile, releasing your shoulders in favour of holding together your hands instead. He waits for you to properly release your tension, working you through breathing together for a few moments before he grabs your attention in a small tap to your knuckle with his thumb.
"Now I'm going to feed you. But if you get sick next time, you have to promise me to eat. When you get sick.. When you're in trouble.. When you're overwhelmed.. If it's too much for you, just call for me. I want to help you, I care about you. Please let me help you." Satan says earnestly, a seemingly desperate tone in his voice. You squeeze his hands once, he squeezes yours back. "Alright."
"Promise?," he pushes, lifting and flexing your fingers to brush the tips with his lips.
"Promise."
my break is over #sad but my requests are still open, prolly not this long tho :'3
Imagine being possessed by Shakespeare in the middle of the night just for an angst idea. Couldn't be me lmao. Also, Dialuci if you squint hard enough.
I very much believe that ripping off an angels wings is the most painful way to murder them, and there for in a panic attack after the fall Lucifer lost his shit and tried to kill himself, not on purpose but he ripped them off because it was his first time looking in a mirror after falling and he couldn't handle seeing them no longer white, especially so soon after Lilith's death and going through a war against God.
Lucifer trudged down the hall behind Diavolo. He didn't know where his other siblings were yet and his bones ached from exhaustion of all kinds. A trail of blood was left behind them as Lucifer bleed out from injury. He wasn't looking where he was going, he was just following. At the moment Lucifer was the embodiment of suffering.
Diavolo stopped to order some low demons to search for the others while Barbatos was busy with Reincarnating Lilith. Lucifer stood behind the prince, scratching himself a bit as he was overcome with the feeling of his entire body being covered in filth. He looked up in the mirror, and that was his next mistake after his first mistake of thinking the Heavenly Father might have mercy on him and his siblings.
Lucifer couldn't believe what he saw, he knows it was correct but he wasn't ready to see his twelve sets of wings all turned black. A scream echoed throughout the hall that he hadn't realised was his as his mind began to submerge further into the darkness he had been feeling since his revolt started. He began to claw at the wings he could reach, feeling anger at himself for failing. His wings felt filthy, he was filthy, a filthy disgusting creature that had lost the light. His ears rang as he thought of how he couldn't protect his siblings, he wasn't even sure if Lilith was the only one dead.
Diavolo reached to stop Lucifer but Barbatos appeared to hold him back. Lucifer was so blinded he probably would attack whoever came near. He stumbled away from the mirror as his fingers finished extending into claws. The sharpness sliced through three sets of wings and he reached for the others as the six individual pieces fell around him. He didn't understand what he was doing nor the consequences as he almost sliced through another set, but then he heard a cry cut through the ringing in his ears. He looked down to find a blonde demon child before him.
Lucifer dropped to his knees, finally registering what he has done to himself and hearing Diavolo's calls to him which were now drowned out by the child's crying instead of his own screams. He reached out, he wasn't alone right now, there was something he made that might not hate him. He took the child into his arms and held it close. The demon immediately hit him but Lucifer didn't want to let go yet. Diavolo came up behind Lucifer and tried to heal the stumps. Two sets suddenly grew back in stubbornness and his body's last ditch attempt to survive, the last set of stumps remained and no magic to stop the wounds from bleeding for the rest of eternity.
Diavolo gently wrapped a blanket around Lucifer and tried to take the small demon away so Lucifer would have time to calm. Lucifer, still in a slight haze, pulled the demon away from Diavolo and held it tighter. Lucifer got hit again but he didn't care, this strange thing he made was his and his alone. Diavolo sighed and sat across from Lucifer, deciding it might be best to take a slow and gentle approach to pull Lucifer out of it.
"What's his name?"
Lucifer looked down at the boy then back to Diavolo "Satan."
Diavolo smiled, happy Lucifer was at least Lucid enough to respond. "That's a nice name, what does it mean?"
"I just threw some letters together. It won't have a meaning until he grows and decides for himself."
Diavolo nodded and reached out again. Lucifer didn't pull away this time. Satan seemed to struggle with all his might but Lucifer couldn't let go. Diavolo used magic to make Satan sleep so neither would be injured, not that Lucifer wasn't sufficiently beaten already. He wished he could do more, but this was all he could offer, even as the Prince of The Devildom.
Barbatos stood off to the side, watching the interaction with concern. It's not every day one sees an angel break and almost kill themselves. He made an order to lesser demons under his command to prepare a room closer to the infirmary as well as six other rooms nearby. This was going to be a long and difficult eternity.
lovesick!lucifer who'll stare at you from across the room, laughing at one of his younger brother's stupid jokes. sighing, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose− he wishes he could make you laugh like that− wait, what was he thinking? he should really get back to work.
lovesick!lucifer who'd ask you to come over to his office for no actual reason. secretly hoping that you'd stay and keep him company, but his pride wouldn't allow him to actually say it to you.
lovesick!lucifer who feels conflicted− why was he feeling this way towards a mere human, you? he'd never feel this way before− so why was he feeling so.. strange towards you?
lovesick!lucifer who isn't too fond of sweets, but takes you to cute little bakeries and cafes just to see your face light up, a grin splaying on your soft lips as you thank him. oh devils, you couldn't get cuter.
lovesick!lucifer who'd actually thinking of lessening some of mammon's punishments, your pleading eyes almost too much for him to resist.
lovesick!lucifer who finally, finally gathers himself to confess to you. putting on his favorite cologne− the one that you complimented, fixing his hair about a million times to ensure that he looks perfect.
lovesick!lucifer who picks out the highest quality of red roses for you, the same color of his painted nails, symbolizing the passion and love he felt for you.
lovesick!lucifer who's face falls when he's about to enter the room, stopping in his tracks as soft giggles spill out of your room. the door slightly ajar. he knows he shouldn't take a peek, but he can't help himself. curiosity getting the best of him− and as the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
lovesick!lucifer who watches, watches as you lay on top of the fourth born, head resting on his chest, while your twinkling eyes hold so much love and adoration for his younger brother.
lovesick!lucifer who's heart shatters into a million pieces as he watches you kiss satan's face, smushing his cheeks together, affectionately bumping your nose against his cheek. he gently closed the door shut, not wanting to peek any further. footsteps heavy as his broken heart against the carpeted floor, as he returns back to his office.
lovesick!lucifer who pours himself another glass of demonus, the alcohol burning in his throat as he gulps it down. he should've known, really. pride dwindling as his eyes land on the forgotten bouquet of crimson roses sitting on his table. he really should've known better.
synopsis: after death, it's said human brain lives for 7 minutes to replay its best memories (0.65k)
warnings: major character's death, pure angst
a/n: HOW COULD I LET THIS OPPORTUNITY FOR ANGST GO AWAY??!!!
the first minute was spent thinking about those nights you'd wake up feeling heavy, after looking down and finally coming to your senses, you'd notice Belphegor's body on top of yours. resting happily and so comfortably you'd feel bad about waking him, so you'd endure the difficulties of breathing to spend more time with him.
you'd also remember how he'd come up to you—pouting cutely after school has ended as a sign to go nap with him.
the second minute leads to one time you craved something in the middle of the night but couldn't put your finger as to what exactly; only after you've encountered Beelzebub munching some left overs at the refrigerator. he asked you why were you up so late, to what you answered honestly. not even ten seconds passed before Beelzebub offered you a tray of food.
those times you'd go to different restaurants to taste the new flavors added on their menu each time also helped to warm even if only a tiny bit—your slowly-going cold—heart.
the third minute comes and your brain goes to shopping days with Asmodeus, days where you could discover new sides of him, he'd open up little by little about some insecurities of his; but never forgot about your main purpose—refill your closet! sometimes you may have or may have not used Lucifer's card in order to achieve it...
there was also his constant flirting and teasing that never failed to make your knees go weak and butterflies make a party in your stomach.
the fourth minute shows a mixed of times where you'd comfort Satan when you're first trying to get him out of his anger issues towards himself, and times where you were reading together, either in silence or not—both of you had smiles on your faces.
going out after finishing study sessions or homework in general to feed the stray cats had become a habit, you even got to know each and every cats' name!
the fifth minute conducted your mind in a state of relaxation, bright colors blinded your eyes for a few moments, while you adjusted to it, you heard a familiar voice making happy and loud noises such unlikely of him. nevertheless, Leviathan couldn't be happier of you two winning the game's end after hours of hard work.
sometimes you'd have to rescue him from his brothers' bickering as you already knew how he felt about himself—you'd accompany him until the end.
the sixth minute took you to a scene where you felt your face contort into one of concern. Mammon was strung up from the ceiling again. on those occassions, even if he begged you to free him, as you knew his older brother was keeping a sharp eye on him, knowing better than oblige, you'd opt to strike up conversations to spend time with him.
to make him forget all those bad thoughts he'd get from time to time and continue being his loud but courageous and cute self.
the seventh, and for what's to mention—last minute. you had already stopped feeling your physical body at all, only feeling a couple of stungs here and there, but as the memories flowed, there was no pain.
there was no pain as Lucifer came to your mind—how difficult it was to gain his trust being the first impactful memory you thought about. from then on, you'd get flashes of various memories such as the times you'd have quiet and relaxing music sessions in his office or attend to packed with good-looking demons, restaurants only for you to be the only one receiving his compliments, even when he was pride's embodiment.
as you felt a last stung on your heart, your last breath was heard by those who filled your heart with warmth for the time you've met them and your last memories—to leave them resting with a smile on your features.
comment if you'd like to have some series about this timeline! i've give it a thought and it lacks of an introduction as to why reader's dying so mayyybe if you'd like i could write a story with this! OBEY ME! m.list
Asmodeus being insecure that you'll get bored of him. Asmo, The Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful in all the three realms. He's always had to come up with something, to make him more exciting and fresh and new. People don't like the same old thing over and over again.
And what if you start feeling the same way? What if you, one day, decide that he was boring and you wanted something exciting, something more beautiful? That fear keeps circling in his mind when he is furiously applying all kinds of beauty products in his skin 'cause if he doesn't keep on being the epitome of beauty then you'll surely leave him, right?
Thats why you're really with him, right? Because he's not a bad sight to look at. And its not like he can tell his thoughts to you, oh no. Then you'll surely think he's pathetic and all his fears will come true, you saying that you're gonna leave him because you don't want him anymore. Like a used old doll under the bed that nobody wants to play with anymore.
a/n: just a little drabble i wrote bc i can’t sleep enjoy!
warnings: nightbringer spoilers
i want to go home
You walked into the kitchen looking tired and disheveled. Solomon frowned but greeted you with a smile anyway.
“How were the brothers today?” He asked as you sighed making your way towards him.
“I can’t with this place anymore.” You said hugging him.
Solomon looked slightly confused but hugged back and tried his best to comfort you. “MC did something happen?”
You cried at that statement and gripped his coat “Solomon please” you strained.
“Woah MC calm down” he said trying to get you to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Please take me home! I can’t do this anymore.”
“Mc…I can’t, you know I would have if I could.” He said sympathetically.
“Solomon please, I can’t to this anymore. I miss them, I miss all of them so much.”
“I miss Lucifer, Mams, Levi, Satan and Asmo. I miss the twins. I miss my family.” You cried as Solomon watched you surprised.
“I want to live in the House of Lamentation again. I miss my room and I miss my home, I miss my things. I miss being an exchange student, instead I’m just some attendant. I miss the special connection I had with them.”
“I miss Dia and Barbs. I miss going over to the Demon Lord’s castle for tea and not to talk about sending me back to the human realm.”
“I miss staying with you and the angels in Purgatory Hall almost every weekend. And I miss seeing Thirteen and Mephisto.”
“I want my life back Solomon. Everything was finally going well, I finally fixed everything!”
“The three realms were at peace, everything was stable. No one was fighting or worrying about a stupid war starting. Everything was okay. The brothers were stable, the Devildom was stable. Diavolo was stable. We were all stable.”
“I was stable.”
“I finally fixed their family issues Solomon. All that effort and dedication I put into helping each of them out of their problems was time consuming. But I did all of it. I finally finished helping them, but now I have to do it all over again and what makes this worse is that they’re fresh out of the Celestial Realm. How the hell am I supposed to give advice to newly fallen angels on how to be a demon when I’m not even one myself?”
“Why do I have to fix everything? Why can’t I just be with them? All I want is to be happy with them, and that was almost the case but now who knows when the hell I’ll get back to the present?”
“What if I don’t succeed in making pacts with any of them? What if they deny me? I miss my pact marks. My skin feels so bare without them. Did you know most of them faded already? Do you know how worried they all must be?”
“Solomon I need to go home. I want to be with the demons who actually consider me part of their family. Because if I hear “this doesn’t concern you” or “you won’t understand” one more time I might just lose it”
“I can’t live like this anymore, I might actually go insane. I think I’m already-“
“MC enough. You’re spiraling” Solomon said grabbing your shoulders. “You need to calm down because you’re on the verge of a panic attack.”
“MC I know it’s tough, and I understand where you’re coming from, but you have to understand, I’m doing everything I can to get you home. Don’t worry I promise I will get you back to them.”
As he continued to speak soothingly to you, you grabbed his coat and cried into his chest. You honestly didn’t care how or what the sorcerer did, you just wanted to go home to your family.
How and why Lilith didn't do anything wrong and still deserves justice.
(Or aka, me ranting about the corruption of the Celestial Realm once again)
(This is essentially just me rambling into the void, but it continues to fester in my mind, so please indulge me if you can lol)
Lilith, the 7 sin's sweet little sister who met an unfortunate fate; did NOTHING wrong. What she did was nothing worthy of the severe punishment that was given. It's one of the many instances of the Celestial Realm being corrupted, but it's THIS specific instance that makes my head spin.
For starters, no, Lilith did NOT get punished for falling for and being with a human. This is a common misconception, so I'd like to make that clear.
What Lilith got punished for; was stealing Celestial Realm food and altering a human's life-span. I am here today to discuss why there was entirely nothing wrong with Lilith's decisions and how the Celestial Realm's decisions were nothing but harmful and hypocritical.
Let's get this show rolling. Let's go over my First focus point: The Celestial Realm Food.
My first question; is why. WHY keep something that could be so valuable AWAY from humans? For angels, their very purpose is to help humans, to quite literally perform miracles. So why?
Why not cure this human of an incurable illness when it's so easy? Why do they INSIST on causing more pain to the human in suffering, as well as the people, and in this case, angels around them?
It's not like Lilith's lover was on his deathbed because of old age. It's not like it was his time. So what was stopping the Celestial Realm from just healing him in the first place?
There was nothing to lose. Lilith could've been happy, and with it, an entire WAR could've been avoided.
The fact that even later in the story, WITH MC, Celestial Realm food is just. Treated normally? It's literally one of the VERY first things that come up! That in Lesson 7, they have food served from different realms when staying at Diavolo's castle.
Devildom food on the first day, Celestial Realm food on the second day and Human World food on the third day.
You can make the argument that it could've been a very specific and special Celestial Realm food, after all, it DOES provide healing abilities. The problem with that is; it's a hypothetical. It could've been a very rare and special fruit, or it could've been the Celestial Realm equivalent to a fucking donut.
In the end; it's never stated to be anything special. All that is said is that it's simply made out to be ordinary Celestial Realm food. That's the plain and simple information given, and unless there's something specific we don't know about; we have to take this as fact.
If it's not stated in canon; then it's not canon. This is rule of thumb.
If we go with this, then we can make the argument that all Celestial Realm food is inherently healing to humans. At the end of the day, no one is batting a single EYE with MC eating Celestial Realm food.
Which brings me to my second focus point: No one is batting a single eye with Solomon being immortal.
Let's bring in another hypothetical! Let's just say that whatever Lilith's human lover ate, turned him immortal. I'll first mention how this is very unlikely if not impossible.
Lilith lived a happy life with her lover as a human. Lilith also died as a human. Why would Lilith's human lover be any different? Why would he continue living? If that were to be the case, you'd think that it would make itself a plot point or at least be mentioned; but it's not.
BUT. For the sake of this hypothetical; let's just pretend he turned immortal. Whether he is still living or got killed years ago; let's just assume he was/ is immortal. (Note: Immortal simply means living forever. This does NOT equal immunity and removing the chances of being killed or something happening to you. Tons of people don't know this, and it astonishes me, so please live your life with this knowledge)
So.
He's immortal.
deep inhale...
WHY IS THIS A PROBLEM. LIKE??? DO I EVEN. HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF. AGGRESSIVELY POINTING TO SOLOMON HOW NO ONE HAS A SINGLE PROBLEM WITH HIM BEING IMMORTAL SO WHY DOES IT EVEN MATTER I SWEAR THE CELESTIAL REALM IS SO FUCKING HYPOCRITICAL AND MAKES ZERO SENSE AND--
Conclusion!
So, uh, yeah, Lilith did nothing wrong and I am 100% a Lilith apologist.
Yeah, no, I'm not ending there. I still have one more thing to add. A question I've asked more times than I can count.
Why?
Why couldn't Lilith's lover live? Why did Lilith have to be punished? Why did a war have to break out?
And since no one will be giving me an answer, I'm providing myself one:
Because they wanted this to happen.
Is it really that surprising? The Realm that has done nothing but scheme, manipulate and brainwash, (gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss) that they were the ones to set up the war? Because they wanted it to happen? And still, WHY? Why would they want this to happen?
Well, for one, if you read this other lil theory/ analysis that you should definitely check out by the way--
Now, I want to start this off by saying I don't really have a lot of evidence to back this up, this is mostly for fun! (I also haven't playe
God is fucking SALTY.
I'm sorry, I genuinely can't describe it any better. Like. I. Yeah. That's. That's genuinely it. That's the summary, that's the conclusion.
Okai, fine I'll explain a bit more.
God wanted to get rid of anyone who opposed him.
The brothers were already on the brink of falling; even before the war and what happened with Lilith. The brothers, along with Lilith I'm sure; were already defying God and questioning the very system they have pledged their lives to. (Not that they had a choice) God saw this; and so he planned. Planned a war, or rather; an excuse to get rid of the brothers. The very ones that have started questioning and defying him; but never stating it outright.
And the other angels and the like; accepted this and followed like sheep, as an unfortunate truth as that is.
Lilith's crimes weren't because she fell in love with a human, and it wasn't because she altered a human's life-span. Lilith's crimes were because she was defying a corrupted system, a corrupted ruler.
And she paid the price for acting as the catalyst just so her brothers could follow down with her.
Wow! So! You made it! Allll the way down to the end of the post! You read it all, I'm so proud of you! Can't believe you'd listen to my silly lil ramblings, so thank you.
What if MC’s birthday was on the day Lilith died and the brothers went to her grave instead of celebrating MC & Satan’s birthday with them, Satan also stayed home with MC & they celebrated their birthday together alone
