Yandere!Obsessive!Jealous!Lucifer, Mammon and Leviathan Force You To Make a Blood Pact:
Tags: Obsessiveness, possessiveness, jealousy, killing, cursing
Strictly do NOT support any form of physical violence or non-consensual activities, this is just for fun. If it triggers you, you can scroll! It's always more important to take care of yourself. <3
Obey Me!:
Lucifer:
Throughout your stay in the Devildom, you've seen people fret around Lucifer, trying to make a pact with him for his impressive power— yet you never thought you'd see the day when Lucifer HIMSELF would attempt to make a pact with you, of all.
He's had his eyes on you for quite a while now. Longer than you can even comprehend. It was such a coincidence that you were the human selected for the RAD Exchange Program! You didn't know that he worked behind the strings so that you were the only person capable of passing the criteria check.
"It's just a blood contract, every demon makes it sooner or later. Why must you insist on making this so difficult when it's not?" his firm, commanding voice would resound in the room when he would come to you to convince you again. You didn't know the lengths he had gone to make sure that he was the only one you'd turn to.
You huffed while looking at him, "I don't know if I can trust you in this. You, the workaholic demon, singling out the meager little human, me? It doesn't add up."
And with those seemingly normal words of yours, all hell broke loose (no pun intended).
Suddenly, your hair was in his unyielding grasp, your head pulled back to expose the delicate column of your neck, Lucifer's eyes trained on you with icy fury. "Can't trust me? Do you have even the slightest clue of what I have done— not even what I can do, what I have done— to get you in my arms here? Don't fucking joke with me."
At the fear on your face and defiance in your eyes, he'd chuckle, trailing his finger down your jaw. "That face is what gets me going. Cry louder. It just makes me more determined to finally break you in. Now, cheer up and sign this pact with your blood. Smile. We wouldn't want to see those tears now, would we?"
Mammon:
It's straight up painful to watch you prance around, not a single thought about him or his desperation in your mind. How desperate he was to bind himself to you by blood, to be able to feel his power run within your vessels, to feel this amplified glory— that's for another time. Right now, he's infuriated by the sheer intensity of desire he feels for you.
So infuriated, that he splurged his entire fortune on getting the most expensive presents for you to make you trust him before telling you about the blood pact situation. Very un-Mammon-like, we get it, but nonetheless, gentlemanly.
But all the gentlemanness went straight out the window the second he saw you with another demon, chuckling. That's it. In a moment, he was tackling this man to the ground, watching him bleed out with glee.
Collecting a vial full of his blood, Mammon would safely store it away into his inventory, turning to you with crazed yellow eyes.
"Finally decided to show up? I've had fucking enough. Every single day, you roam around with these men like I don't matter. Like. I. Don't. Even. Matter. Is it easy for you? So damn easy to just dismiss me like this? Newsflash: It's not happening anymore." with this, he'd grab your chin with unnerving strength, pulling you along to show you his closet.
"That's not what I–"
"Look at these vials. Look at how you've made me collect the blood of every single man who I've ever seen in your vicinity. I didn't do this. You made me do it. Now, sign that pact with me before I have to make you do it," with his lips to your neck, he'd whisper into your ears. "I can break you as easily as I can mend you. Don't ever forget that, darling."
Leviathan:
He thought that every person was an NPC in his life. A useless, unnecessary character not worthy of even a single glance. That is, until you came along. The perfect, absolutely gorgeous human being who stole the hearts of everyone in a 5 mile radius— including him. And consequences be damned, he needs you like oxygen. The one way to ensure that is a blood pact with you.
He'd follow you around, his eyes focused on you, and would subtly insert himself into your daily life. Every single place you'd go to, every single step you'd take, Levi's somehow always there. As if he was waiting for you before you even knew it. Your hesitance and reluctance to form a pact with him would be the first straw. It's slowly getting on his nerves.
The second straw? The fact that you refuse to give importance to him and consider him as the protagonist of your story. He's slowly succumbing to the anger. The third and final straw? You recounting your day with some loser in detail. Though, Levi isn't angry. He really isn't.
He's fucking furious, no doubt about that. However, he's got a few tricks up his sleeve too. You're always trying to protest against the notion of a blood pact with him, aren't you? Well, you claim that your reason is lack of trust. Don't worry, he'll fix that.
If you think you're the only one who has a say in the matter, then you're so wrong. The only thing necessary from your part is your blood. He's had the rest handled. The pact is already forged, you know? That's why he's so chill with your attitude. He already has his signature and blood sealed onto the pact. He, with his virtual technology, impersonated your signature digitally, down to every single detail.
And your blood? He'll get his hands on it one way or another— even if it means he'll need to defy all that you've known about him. "Hey. You don't even need to do anything. Just give me your blood, and sit tight. I'm doing all of this for you."
"Levi, you—"
"There's no going back now."
You made it! Finally, I wrote a bit for Obey Me as well! I could always use some prompts from you guys, so do share them down below if you have any. Lucifer sends you a cup of coffee ☕ Do send requests for more! ♥️














