People are noticing the new SPYxFAMILY 2nd cour OP is very Yor and Anya-centric
THIS IS BECAUSE THE OP IS LARGELY SHOT FROM LOID'S POV
Notice in most of the scenes he's in, he's walking behind or towards everyone else
And in the scenes he's missing from, the in frame characters are looking backwards to the camera
Or the perspective is shot from above or at eye level, because he's looking down on Anya or crouching to meet her:
ALSO, if you really want to cry, the song is called "Souvenir" so Loid is literally saving these color-filled memories as souvenirs for when his mission is done and he needs to leave 😢😢😢
But GOD I hope he stays, he loves them so much and they bring so much color to each others lives 😭😭😭😭😭
You had gotten used to Mammon’s tsundere ways. How he’d blush when you told him you loved him or how he’d stutter out a snide but weak remark when you took his hand in yours.
You loved him. The way his eyes lit up at something he found interesting or how he’d ruffle his hair when he felt more relaxed. You loved every part of him and you made sure to show him everyday.
However, it wasn’t often Mammon would return the same words. You knew he felt the same but for some reason he kept himself from showing it. It was a bit lonely when you’d tell Mammon you loved him and he’d dismiss it with a thoughtless reply. It was sometimes so lonely that you wondered if you were wrong about his feelings for you.
Only you weren’t wrong. And Mammon loved you. He loved you so much it terrified him.
You didn’t know this, but the reason Mammon pushed you away was because he was scared. So scared of loving you.
That glowing and happy feeling in his heart was one he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had almost forgotten how it had felt to feel so joyful and full of love. It was like flying through the sky for the first time and having your breath taken away. It was like the sun in the Celestial Realm that refused to set but continued to emanate light and warmth.
Mammon couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so happy before he realized he was falling for you. Which was exactly why he was so terrified.
It had been so long since he had felt this strange warmth and he wanted to hold onto it forever. But he hadn’t forgotten. He hadn’t forgotten what it had been like to lose it.
When he had fallen from heaven all those years ago and had learned of his younger sister’s death, Mammon had learned just how painful a heartbreak could be. It had been as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and left it to bleed.
He had experienced it for himself, what it was like to lose your source of happiness. And now that he found a new joy, one that was even brighter and more precious than the Celestial Realm, how could Mammon afford to let himself hold onto it? How could he dare to touch what was so pure and beautiful when he didn’t even deserve it?
He didn’t deserve you. He was a scumbag. A failure of a brother who had failed to protect his family and had let his older brother bear the burden of their sister’s fate.
How could he deserve you when he was such a damned failure? How could you look at him without thinking how utterly worthless he was?
If he were you, he wouldn’t spare a single minute with himself.
And yet you always stood by him.
No matter how he tried to keep you from loving him, you’d always prove him wrong.
It scared him. He was afraid that you’d leave him so suddenly or that he’d fail to protect you just like how he had failed to protect Lilith.
Because whether or not he realized it, Mammon had learned to lean on you. Had gotten used to you being there for him when he needed you most. You had become his light and he was addicted to you like a moth to a flame. And Mammon couldn’t help himself from drawing closer despite the risk of being burned.
Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, was supposed to have no fears except from the usual witches. But with you in his life, Mammon never felt so terrified.
He loved you.
But he wished he didn’t.
Because he knew...that if he stayed with you, if he opened himself up to you, he knew that he’d wake up one day lying next to you. Your frail old body cold against his warm immortal one.
And then he would have really lost true happiness.
he's never gonna give you up never gonna let you down never gonna let you down never gonna run around and desert you never gonna make you cry never gonna say goodbye never gonna tell a lie and hurt you~
😭😭😭😭😭 just as I posted my latest there was this huge gross bug that just skittered across the floorsnbsnsnsns. I wasn't wearing my glasses but it looked like a brown blob and hwhshahhhsbdbdbsbs eeeehshbsejsjndnd noooo I hate bugs😭😭😭😭. Ran out of that room so fast omg
He was an idiot. A scumbag, moronic idiot who deserved to die and be forgotten.
This would’ve never happened if his brothers and himself weren’t such selfish assholes. You would’ve never left the House without him or his brothers. And you would’ve never been lost to the dangerous streets of the Devildom.
They didn’t know where you were. No sign or hint to show what may have happened to you and it terrified the seven demon brothers.
Mammon felt as if his sanity had left him when he heard you had disappeared and you wouldn’t answer your D.D.D. He had left the house, gone searching the streets high and low.
It was only when Lucifer showed up to drag him after a whole day of searching did Mammon come back to his senses.
He was furious. But not at his brothers or you. He was furious with himself. For the way he ignored you back when Lucifer was lecturing you and for the way he let you leave the house unprotected.
He was your guardian demon, damnit! He was yours to protect. And he had failed you in everyway that counted.
Mammon didn’t blame you for leaving. Hell, he did the same when his brothers wouldn’t let off or leave him be for once. He knew what you felt and yet he hadn’t stepped up to defend you.
He didn’t deserve you.
“We’ve got witnesses who said they saw a group of demons following Y/N.” Mammon paid no attention to the tense conversations echoing in the large space of the student council room.
“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill whoever took Y/N.”
Mammon closed his eyes, his fists bunching up as he refrained from lashing out at his siblings.
He wanted to yell at his brothers. Tell them it was their own fault that you were in trouble. Even if they did find and kill the demons that took you, who would say you would ever forgive them for failing to be there when you needed the brothers most.
It didn’t matter. Killing those demons didn’t matter. What did matter was you. You who would most likely hate Mammon, hate him for being a useless moron who couldn’t do anything right.
But he didn’t mind that. He could take it. You could hate him for the rest of his long life if it meant you were safe.
Just...just give him a sign. Something to help him find you.
“Hear me....call upon you to send forth....Mammon...”
The quiet words spoken by your familiar voice caused Mammon to bolt up onto his feet, now standing amongst his brothers who had been arguing.
His heart. His heart was beating frantically and he could feel his blood pumping through his veins, ready to go to you. To protect you.
“Y/N....they’re calling to me...”
Mammon looked to his brothers and he felt tears at his eyes, “I know where they are.”
*****
*In the Devildom?*
Your POV
“What’s your choice, Y/N?” The clone asked again, extending their hand to take yours, “Will you give your soul to be with the ones that you love?”
You felt your heart in your throat and your thoughts racing through your head. It sounded so simple. Give up your soul and you’d be with the ones you loved with all your heart.
It was simple. All you had to do was take your clone’s hand and accept what needed to be done.
But was it really worth it?
You had seen and experienced what it was like to be disregarded and treated like trash. You hated it and it left you seething with unspoken anger. How could you give up your soul for a bunch of demons who turned their backs on you simply because you didn’t meet their expectations.
But then you couldn’t imagine living a life where the demon brothers hated you. To not be loved by the ones you used to trust the most was more painful than any other injury you had suffered.
You’d be betraying yourself by throwing your soul away all for the sake of regaining love.
“Come now, human. We don’t have all day.”
Taking a deep breath, you looked them in the eyes. Eyes that held no real emotion and showed no real affection.
How could the demon brothers replace you with something as emotionless as this being?
It made you wonder if they’d replace you again even if you gave up your soul. They were demons after all, they weren’t to be trusted. You knew that but time and time again you found yourself falling for the same trap.
It was almost as if you were asking for it. Asking for all this pain and humiliation, to have your heart ripped out once again by the very same people.
Slowly, you stepped forward but you kept your arms at your side. All you had to do was accept the offer, sell yourself in order to be with the ones that you loved.
It sounded so simple. Like purchasing a chocolate bar at a convenience store, the way the clone put it made it seem like such an easy feat. It was a tempting offer. But a serious one at that.
You wouldn’t deny that you considered the idea of giving up your soul. But...when you thought about it, you knew what you really wanted.
“I can’t.”
The sound of your words coming from your own mouth was a bittersweet sensation. You knew the demon brothers had been awful to you and so you wouldn’t give them anything as they had given you nothing to begin with. Nevertheless, your heart still ached knowing that you would live your life without the very people who once made your life exciting and joyful.
“I can’t do it,” you finished.
“You’d give them up? Anyone would give their soul to be loved by seven of the most powerful demons,” the clone continued to say, working hard to convince you. To tempt you.
And they were right. Anyone would probably give their soul if it meant being with a group of handsome and powerful demons. But you weren’t just anyone. You were Y/N. And the real Y/N would never do something as stupid as that.
You laughed humorlessly, “Is that what you did? Then I guess it would be wrong to call you my clone because I would never do that.”
“You’ll regret this decision.”
“The only thing I regret is thinking the demon brothers ever loved me,” you said, a bitter feeling hanging heavy in your heart.
“It won’t ever happen,” you repeated, “I’m not giving up my soul.”
It was your choice. And it was final. You wouldn’t listen to what anyone else had to say and you didn’t care if this meant the brothers would keep ignoring you forever.
If Lucifer and his brothers didn’t want you without you giving up your soul, then you couldn’t want them.
“You’re distraught, you can’t see clearly through the hurt,” said the fake Y/N, their voice hypnotizing, “This is the better option for you”
“I don’t believe that.”
“It’s true! You’re nothing without the demon brothers! Even with your soul, you’d only be living an empty life!”
You grimaced, “How would you know? You never had a soul to begin with.”
The clone’s eye twitched before they lowered their head and you noticed their body trembling. But none of that prepared you for what happened next.
“Enough!” It sounded like three voices put into one. A shriek so loud and horrifying you felt your blood run cold.
The clone raised their head, a blank look in their eyes and a snarl at their lips, “We gave you a choice to give up your soul willingly. But if you won’t do it than we have no choice but to rip it from you!”
Without a second to realize the danger you were in, the clone lunged for your throat but you managed to dodge in the nick of time. However it left you vulnerable to the next attack as the clone grabbed the collar of your shirt and threw you to the ground.
They grabbed at your neck and you screamed, kicking your legs out as your hands clawed at the clone holding you to the ground.
“You can scream as loud as you can Y/N,” the clone cackled, their eyes wide with insanity, “But no one will come to your aid. So stop struggling and accept your fate!”
You couldn’t speak. Not when the clone continued to press down on your throat, choking off your screams as well as your air.
Flashes of a memory you long since tried to forget came to you. It was exactly the same. The room, the attack. The only difference was that the demon trying to kill you wasn’t Belphegor.
It didn’t make it any better. To know that you were going to die the same way you had before, it made you wonder why you even came back to life. Why come back if you were only going to be killed later in almost the exact same way.
You felt your vision prickle and blur and your lungs began to ache. But that was nothing compared to the feeling of something being pulled out of you. It was your soul. You could feel it being torn from your body, being ripped by the monster that was you.
No! No!
You cried, a strangled sob escaping your lips as you tried to hold onto your soul.
No! I can’t let it end like this!
You would call for help. Summon for Mammon or his brothers but you knew they wouldn’t come.
They didn’t care for you. If anything, they would probably be glad if you perished, they’d probably forget about you and you’d be nothing more than a memory turned to dust.
You hated it. Hated how your reality had become like this.
Why was this happening to you?
“Y/N!”
A darkness surrounded your vision and your hearing became weaker.
You knew it was the end.
“Y/N!”
Mammon....
He wasn’t calling for you. None of his brothers were calling for you.
They never did anymore.
Because they didn’t love you.
You were dying and you were dying alone. And the only people you had loved were the reason why you were dying alone.
You hated it.
You hated them.
You never asked for any of this. For this pain and suffering, for the heartache and the humiliation, you never asked for it! If anything, it was the demon brothers’ fault for leading you on. For making you think you even had a chance with them.
They were to blame.
“Y/N! Wake up, please!”
You had blacked out for a moment but when you opened your eyes, you were no longer where you had once been. And your clone was no longer hovering over you, strangling you to death and ripping your soul from you. You were no longer in the attic but instead in a cold and dark room that smelled of fresh blood. It was strange and all so sudden.
But the strangest thing of all was how you were being held in the arms of a white haired demon whose eyes teared up at the sight of you waking up.
Why? Why was he looking at you like that?
“Oh thank Diavolo,” Mammon cried, his voice cracking, “You’re awake.”
He held you tighter to his body, the warmth emanating from him soaking into you, allowing your body’s tension to be released. And against your better judgement, you felt yourself succumb to the comfort of being held.
It was then that you realized how much you had missed this feeling. How much it meant to you to be looked at with care and affection.
But it wasn’t real.
This wasn’t real.
It had to be a trick, a prank to get you to fall for Mammon and have your heart torn out again.
“We were so scared, Y/N." You flinched at his words, so gentle and loving it almost seemed like an act.
" I was so scared. Scared that I’d lost you forever and I’d never get the chance to say I was so damn sorry for everything,” Mammon explained, tears spilling from his eyes. You could hardly believe that he was actually crying for you, in fact you couldn’t believe it. It was too good to be true.
You stared at him before speaking, your voice coming out in a soft whisper, “You’re lying.”
“...What?”
“I said you’re lying,” you repeated, your words coming out harsher than you had anticipated.
Mammon shook his head, “No, no Y/N, I’m telling the truth. Why would I lie to ya?”
“To trick me!” You cried, shoving yourself off of Mammon’s lap and rising to your feet to glare down at him, “You don’t actually care about me, so why would you be telling me you were scared for me! I don’t trust you!”
The look of hurt in the demon’s eyes looked too real but you couldn’t afford to believe it. From your experience, letting these demons get to you would hurt you more than you could bear.
“Y/N, please listen-”
“Mammon, give them space.”
You looked to the sound of the voice and spotted Satan, his clothes covered in a dark liquid that you figured was demon blood. It was then that you noticed the chaos in the room.
It was dimly lit but you could see the bodies of demons you couldn’t help but recognize. Their lifeless faces looking all too familiar even though you couldn’t remember where you had seen them. You vaguely ignored the demon brothers as you looked at your surroundings.
You also saw markings on the ground which surrounded an empty spot, big enough for your body to have laid in it.
“Y/N.” You looked back to the blonde haired demon as he continued, “I don’t know what illusions those demons made you see but I need you to believe that none of it was real. Whatever words they spoke or whatever scene they had you witness, it was all a trick to get you to give them your soul.”
You shook your head, “You expect me to believe anything you say? After weeks of telling me I’m not good enough or that I’d be better off dead, for you to tell me it was all fake...?!”
All that you had experienced, all that pain and feelings of rejection, how could you label it as fake? It had happened. You had been rejected, pushed away by the demon brothers. That had all felt so real. But not only that, you had started to believe it yourself.
That you weren’t good enough for the demon brothers and that you would be so easy to replace.
You looked away, unable to look at the brothers without tears forming in your eyes.
“Don’t...just don’t,” you managed to get out, your voice cracking, “I don’t understand what’s happening but I don’t want to see any of you. Just...stay away. Please.”
You hated the sound of your voice. Hated how weak it made you sound and how it so easily showed the state of your miserable broken heart.
The room was silent and you didn't know if it made you feel better or worse. To know that your words could have some impact on the demons who had hurt you, whether or not it had been real or fake.
"If that's what you want, Y/N, then we'll leave you alone." You whipped your gaze to the firstborn, his eyes as intense as it had always been.
"But we should at least return to the House of Lamentation," Lucifer continued, "Because whether you believe it or not, we're not going to leave you in a place like this."
You stared at him for a while before letting out a slow sigh. And then you nodded.
But this would be the last time you'd walk back to the House of Lamentation with the demon brothers. It would be the last because you didn't intend on staying in the Devildom any longer.
You didn't think your heart would survive if you did.
To be continued ~
Ahhhhghhh I'm sorry this took so long to write! Out of all the parts in this fic, this one took the most out of me lmaooo. Hopefully it’s good, I’m pretty happy w myself that I finally finished it. Anyways, thanks for reading!! :)
Trigger Warning - Violence (from one of the brothers but it’s nothing graphic), threatening to kill MC, verbal abuse, feeling lonely, negative thoughts, feeling unworthy, replaced MC, unfair treatment towards MC
“Hear me, Denizens of the Darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the Avatar of Greed, Mammon...”
...
Nothing. Sitting in the planetarium, you didn’t even feel a prickle from your pact mark.
You didn’t know what you expected. But you probably could’ve figured the summoning wouldn’t have worked as your pacts had gone null ever since you had woken up in the middle of town.
The marks were still there on your skin but they might as well just be regular old tattoos for they did nothing.
It would be a fair assumption to believe the clone had something to do with the lack of response from your pacts. Perhaps having a better clone meant they had stronger powers thus yours were cancelled out. Or they possessed something far greater that prevented you from commanding the demon brothers.
You could try to guess it for as many times as you wanted but the answer would remain the same. And it was one you had came to realize on your own, that the demon brothers pacts’ no longer held significance.
Ding!
Your D.D.D notified you of a message and you picked it up from the table that you had rested it on.
Belphegor: Come to the attic.
You looked at the screen of your device, confusion swirling in your head. Why was he messaging you? What could he possible want from you that he’d ask you to come to the attic?
You figured the demon would probably tell you something you didn’t want to hear. Be the snarky and ever bratty demon you knew him to be.
As such, you ignored the message, leaning further back into your chair to gaze up at the stars, thinking why you were even here in the first place. If it had been up to you, which apparently it wasn't, you'd be resting in your bedroom. But that was no longer the case and the only place you could think of getting any rest was the quiet planetarium.
Ding!
You didn't hide your annoyance as you groaned at the sound of another message being sent to you.
Belphegor: Why are you ignoring me? You're gonna make me get up to get you? Come to the attic. Now.
What could he possibly want? You hadn't been sent a message from any of the brothers asking for your presence in a while.
Your D.D.D went off again a few more times before you sighed sharply.
Belphegor wasn't going to stop, was he?
Getting up from your seat, you made your way to the attic.
When you got there, you peaked your head into the room to see Belphegor dozing off on the bed as if he hadn't just been spamming your D.D.D.
A sense of Deja vu came to you and you felt hesitant to wake the sleeping demon, looking so peaceful that you realized how you could have fallen for his deceitful lies.
“Belphie?” You called out to him, wary as you stepped closer.
“Belphie? You texted me to come, didn’t you?”
The youngest brother groaned, shifting in the bed a bit and he patted the mattress for you to sit.
You felt uncertain about this. For days he had been ignoring you and pretending you didn’t exist, was he really asking for you to sit on the bed with him?
Maybe he had something to criticize, something to say that would make you feel bad just like how the rest of his brothers had been doing for the past week.
However, the moment you sat down, Belphie pulled you down into the bed with him, bringing you closer for him to snuggle into. He had your back against his front and he buried his face in the spot between your neck and shoulder. His warm breath on your skin sent shivers and you could feel your heart speed up.
It was warm.
But it felt wrong.
Did he seriously think he could do something like this after how he had been treating you? You had more pride than Belphie gave you credit for and you wouldn’t accept this no matter how much you had been longing to be held like this.
You wriggled your way out of his arms but his grip was strong for someone who normally stayed in bed for the whole day so you couldn’t free yourself.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Belphegor grumbled against your ear sending yet another shiver down your spine.
“Belphegor, get off of me. Now.”
“I don’t get it, you usually like it when I cuddle you. Why are you being so annoying?”
You glared back at the demon behind you, “And usually you’d ask me if you can cuddle me. Why do you think you can do whatever you want with me?”
His purple eyes looked confused before they brightened with clarity and understanding, and suddenly he sat up in the bed.
“You! I told Y/N to come to the attic, not you,” Belphegor said in an accusing manner.
But you pulled out your D.D.D as you also sat up and showed him the message that had been sent to you. The blue light from the screen shone brightly on the demon’s pale face and his lips turned down into a frown.
“You did tell Y/N to come to the attic, you told me, the real Y/N.”
“And I meant to text the better Y/N, not the real one,” Belphie stated without a care for how you’d feel.
“I am the better Y/N! I’m real and I’m better, why would you need another version of me?” You demanded, getting out of the bed, your heart now racing with fury.
Glaring down at Belphie, tears prickling your eyes, “Is it because I say no? Is it because I actually have boundaries and you don’t like it that I do?”
Belphie fell back into the bed, his hands behind his head.
“Get out,” was all he said as he closed his eyes.
“Gladly!” You scoffed, “I don’t need to stay with someone who won’t respect me and who isn’t worth my time.”
You turned on your heel about to leave the room only to have the back of your shirt pulled back, stopping you from making any distance from the demon you assumed was still on the bed.
“’Isn’t worth your time’?” Belphegor laughed cruelly, “Have you forgotten your place, human?”
He yanked you back, causing you to fall backwards onto the wooden floor. The rough and sudden impact caused your body to throb in pain.
A memory you had tried so hard to erase flooded into your brain, and you felt yourself begin to panic. Your eyes widened with fright and you looked at the demon whose figure brought you back to a time you could never forget.
“Maybe I should cut out your tongue, remind you who you’re living with, huh? I mean it seems to me you’ve gotten too used to having things your way,” Belphegor said, his eyes glowing with an intensity you weren’t familiar with.
“You’re not Y/N anymore so you hold no worth. If I were to kill you now and be rid of your irritating existence, nobody would mourn for you.” Belphegor stepped in front of you as you tried to get away from him. He looked down at you like how he would with a worm squirming and wriggling on the wet pavement.
You could hear your heart in your ears and the cold prickly feeling of fear kept you frozen in place. And the demon took advantage of the fact that you couldn't move and grabbed the front of your shirt.
"Belphegor," you called out to him, "Stop. I order you to stop this now."
You gripped his wrist in an attempt to get him off you.
But the demon only chuckled before pulling you up to be face to face with him, "You really are pathetic. Did you really think you could control me? You. A worthless and stupid human. You can't possibly imagine you're actually better than me. A demon and a ruler of Hell."
You flinched at his words, your hands trying to push him away. To save yourself from a fate you had suffered once before.
You couldn't let this happen. You had gotten so far, you had grown so much. You couldn't let this be the end of you, not like this.
"Get off of me!" You cried out, "Let go!"
Belphegor's eyes flashed with a violence you had thought you'd never see again before he transformed into his demon form.
"You're not Y/N anymore. Your words mean nothing and so does your life."
Belphegor snickered, "When I kill you this time, I'll be sure to do it so you don't come back. After all, we already have what we want, we don't need you in our lives. So what better than to kill what has no purpose?"
"Belphegor! Enough!"
You heard your own voice speak but not a sound had come out of your own mouth.
"I command you to let the human go.”
Belphie’s grip loosened on your shirt before letting go entirely, allowing you to look at who was behind him and standing at the entrance to the attic.
You stared at your own face, your perfect reflection and you could almost pretend that this was a dream.
The other Y/N looked concerned, whether it was for you or Belphie, you didn’t know.
And to make matters worse, Lucifer stood beside the other Y/N, his dark eyes examining you in a way that gave you the impression he couldn’t care less for you.
“Why did you stop me?” Belphegor asked, looking a bit disappointed at his missed chance of killing you, “We don’t need the human anymore.”
Lucifer sighed, “It would only cause me more trouble than it’s worth. The human needs to finish their year in the Devildom and then they can go back to where they came from.”
You bristled at that but the fear you felt when Belphegor had been threatening you was still present. And you couldn’t utter a single word, afraid that if you did then something bad would happen, like it always did.
However, as you sat on the floor you couldn’t help but wonder how the others knew you were up here in the attic.
The ever perfect Y/N showing up just in the nick of time to save you. And Lucifer, here to witness your weakness and your inability to use the powers you once had. It was all too coincidental.
“And you.”
You flinched at the tone of Lucifer’s voice.
“Why do you always put yourself into these situations? If you just stayed out of trouble and did what you were told to do, this wouldn’t happen. And Y/N wouldn’t have to waste their time with helping you.” Lucifer’s words were vicious and cruel, and they stabbed into you like arrows.
You hated it. Hated how small and powerless you felt.
“You’ve seen how all my brothers think of you now,” Lucifer continued, “So I’m sure you realize that we will not tolerate your behaviour any longer.”
The Avatar of Pride strode up to you, standing over you as he would not bring himself to your level. Too proud to even speak to you eye to eye. Or as Lucifer would probably say, you were not worthy to stand before him as he spoke to you.
Your heart ached and so did your body from when you had fallen. But none of that hurt you more than what came out of Lucifer’s mouth. His perfect lips uttering such cruel words.
“You hold no significance to any of us in any way and yet you continue to live here simply because we are merciful enough to let you go back to your world in one piece. So all you really need to do is focus on your studies and spending your limited time in the Devildom on surviving. You will forget about talking to any of my brothers as they do not wish to speak to you. And you will forget about trying to prove yourself worthy of our affection. You are worthless and you mean nothing to all of us and you deserve nothing from us. Do you understand?”
You wished his words meant nothing to you, that you could just ignore them. But they meant everything.
“Do you understand?”
Stop.
Lucifer’s eyes glared down at you.
Just make it stop.
You wanted to cover your ears. To shut his voice out, to erase all that he had said.
You thought your heart was in pain but this was far worse. It was like it was being torn apart, ripped to pieces in the most vicious and horrendous way possible.
Without realizing it, your cheeks were streaming with silent tears and slowly...so slowly, you nodded your head. You lowered your gaze, defeated and hurt.
You meant nothing to the demons you once called your lovers.
You could hear the people in the room converse but you couldn’t focus on their words. Not when your head kept repeating the words Lucifer had said to you.
You would never be good enough for the demon brothers.
Your hands bunched into fists and you felt the stinging sensation of new tears prickling at your eyes.
“Y/N?”
That voice. You didn’t know whether to hate it. Not when it was your own voice that spoke to you.
It was quiet save for that voice and you realized both Belphegor and Lucifer had left the attic, leaving you with your own worst enemy. Yourself.
You tore your gaze from the floor to fiercely glare into the eyes of the other Y/N. The other Y/N that had ruined everything, that had taken everything from you.
You hated them. You hated Y/N. You hated your perfect self.
“Oh, you poor thing,” the other Y/N crooned softly, like a parent soothing their child. They stretched their arm out to brush their hand against your cheek but you flinched back.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” you snapped, “I’ll kill you.”
“Ha! You mean to say you’d kill yourself?”
You stood upright, getting as far from the clone as quickly as you could. You didn’t want to spend another second with the thing that had stolen your happiness.
“What if I told you you could get them all back?”
You had been in the act of walking out of the attic but your feet stayed stuck to the ground, keeping you planted to where you were.
Your heart wanted to listen to what the clone had to say.
“You miss them, don’t you?” The other Y/N went on, coming up behind you to speak close to your ear.
“Their touch, their kind words and their love. Don’t deny it, you want it all back.”
Your hands trembled with a fury you never thought you’d ever feel.
“And whose fault is it that I lost it all?” You spat back.
The clone laughed, “Isn’t it obvious? It’s your fault. You had nothing to give, nothing to show.”
Suddenly, they spun you around to face them. And the eyes you’d see in a reflection stared at you with a hunger you vaguely recognized.
“But you don’t realize you do have something to give.” They looked almost inhumane, no matter that they were your flawless clone. That crazed look was not all like you and you couldn’t help but think how familiar this felt. Almost as if you had met someone with a similar look in their eyes.
“I don’t understand-”
“It’s simple, Y/N,” the clone said, almost in a hiss, “You need only give your soul to regain their love.”
Your eyes widened and you felt yourself tense up.
Would that really solve everything?
It sounded so easy. But your soul?
You remembered that blurry night when you had woken up on the hard pavement in town. And the words that Lucifer had said that you could buy their affection by paying with your soul.
Was that really how you were to ever get them back?
“If you love them, Y/N, you’d give up your soul,” the clone added, “If you give up now, it would mean that you never loved them in the first place.”
No. That wasn’t true.
You looked away, your mind and heart waging war on what to do next.
You wanted them back. Wanted your demon brothers to hold you and to tell you they loved you. It was what your broken heart longed for.
But you couldn’t give up your soul. No matter who it was, you could never give up your soul in order to be loved. You weren’t like that, right?
A soul. It was a precious thing. And you could only ever imagine giving it up to protect your loved ones
Could you really give them up though? Could you really live without the demon brothers?
You loved them. You truly did. And it had hurt to be rejected and threatened, to be talked down to and be told you weren’t good enough.
Your heart wanted them back. And if this was the only way...the only way to prove your love then...then maybe you had no choice.
“If I give up my soul, I’ll get them back?” You asked, looking at the clone hesitantly.
They nodded, “I swear. So, Y/N, what do you say?”
Time felt frozen in place as you considered your options. But it didn’t take long for you to finally come to a decision.
You felt a small smile spread onto your face and you stepped closer.
*****
“Hear me...I call upon you to send forth...Mammon...”
The Avatar of Greed and second oldest of the seven demon brothers lurched out of his seat, interrupting the meeting with the prince of the Devildom. An urgent meeting that had been called in response to losing somebody important to the Seven Rulers of Hell.
Everybody looked to the white haired demon as he felt his pact mark prickling at the faint summoning and the near silent words echoing in his head and heart.
The Great Mammon looked to his brothers, his eyes filling with tears.
“Y/N...”
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Trigger Warning - Verbal abuse, feeling lonely, negative thoughts, feeling unworthy, replaced MC, unfair treatment towards MC
How long had it been? Ever since that newly cloned version of you had appeared, you, the original Y/N, had become forgotten. You saw the way the brothers clung to your doppelganger, having begun doing things with them that they would’ve done with you.
Like playing video games with Leviathan. Or going to a cat cafe in the human world with Satan.
The many little things that you once enjoyed with the demon brothers were now being done with your replacement.
It made you wonder if you were living a different life or if you were dreaming up an illusion. You wouldn’t be surprised if this was really all just in your head, after all you knew the demon brothers. You knew they wouldn’t hurt you like this.
And so why did the dream never end? Why did this nightmare continue with no end in sight?
“Y/N dear.” Asmo wasn’t talking to you.
“Hey Y/N, you wanna hear of my latest money scheme?” Mammon wasn’t asking you.
“Y/N, Lord Diavolo would like you to have tea at the castle tomorrow.” And that definitely wasn’t for you.
It was as if you were no longer Y/N, you’re identity having been stolen by your identical and perfect self. And that could only mean that the brothers had started to refer to you differently.
They’d say “that one” when talking about you.
Or they’d just say “human”, as if that hadn’t been your nickname since the time you had arrived in the Devildom. Only now it was official.
Even at school, nobody spoke to you anymore. Everyone was always too preoccupied with the all too perfect Y/N who could do anything without a complaint. You had become nonexistent, your school friends no longer hung out with you and you always sat alone.
You were the faulty one. The Y/N who couldn’t do anything right and who only ever disappointed. Of course they’d replace you with a better version. Why wouldn’t they want to hang out with a better version of you who never took no for an answer.
Ugh, what were you thinking? How could you let that cheap copy of you run around thinking they were better than the real version?
Everybody knew that a sequel could never best the original and it was about time people realized that.
You had to start showing that you couldn’t be replaced. Even if your clone could do so much more than you....like getting straight A’s consecutively or acing magic without a hitch....you were so much better, right?
Either way, you needed to do something about this.
“Hey Mammon and Asmodeus!” You had managed to gather the courage to come up to the two demons, having taken all of first period to talk to them.
It had been difficult to get ahold of them as the two of the most popular RAD students were always surrounded by friends and peers. Normally, you would’ve been in the center with them but of course this was no time to linger on those memories.
So it had to have been during class, after the lecture and a few minutes before the bell rang for third period. Lucky for you, both Asmodeus and Mammon had third period with you and the two brothers sat together. It would’ve been a lot harder to talk to them separately, at least that’s what you had previously thought.
“Ugh, I hear this fly buzzing around me, Mammon, it’s so annoying,” Asmodeus said, swiping through Devilgram without a care.
Grinning as if you heard nothing, you continued, “So, I was thinking it’d be nice to go out to the Fall tonight. We haven’t gone together for a while now like we used to, we should get back into it.”
Mammon folded his arms across his chest and looked up at you with exasperation, “Ya got some nerve to ask the Great Mammon to go clubbing with you.”
You took a deep breath to settle the anger rising within you, “It didn’t usually take much asking to get you to come with me, Mammon. What changed?”
Asmodeus scoffed at that, “I’m sure you know the answer to that, unless you really are dumb and need me to spell it out for you.”
It was two against one. And these two were possibly the worst pair, now that you thought about it.
Two of the most popular students, rulers of hell, and of course the center of all the gossip and rumors. And you were no longer the beloved Y/N. No, that was the clone.
You were just...you. And no one wanted to bother with the now average and unpopular human. So of course it made it so much worse when standing in front of Mammon and Asmodeus knowing that fact.
“I’m still Y/N, it’s not like-”
“Y/N!” Asmodeus interrupted you. You would’ve said he had lost interest in you but he never really had any from the start of the conversation. The demon practically skipped over to your clone, “You wanna go to the Fall tonight?”
You heard him giggling and chatting with the other Y/N from across the room. It made you want to cry and scream at him, though you knew it would do you know good. If anything, it would only make your situation worse.
I was the one who asked, Asmo!
Doing your best to remain strong, you straightened your shoulders out but you didn’t dare look at Mammon. You knew where your limits stood.
“It’d be nice to spend some time with my first demon, we haven’t been able to hang out anymore,” you mentioned softly, remembering the good times you had had with Mammon.
You missed it. Missed him.
You heard the chair scratch against the floor, making you aware of the fact that Mammon was now standing. Was he looking at you? Did he care to even spare you a glance?
You took a little peak at him.
A look of adoration decorated his visage, one that you knew all too well. That look of your first man telling you how much he loved you and how you were perfect and beautiful and everything he could possibly want. Even when it wasn’t for you, your heart fluttered the same way it always did you saw that expression.
He was looking at them.
And that was all you needed to know that you didn’t stand a chance. It didn’t take Mammon’s walking around to get to the other Y/N. And it didn’t take Mammon’s blushing face to tell you it was over for you.
No. It was the way he spoke. The joy in his voice, the warmth and silliness that came with being an idiotic lover. So in love with the other person that it changed his whole tone.
You had lost the battle before you even knew it. But you knew when you were defeated and when to give up.
You wouldn’t grovel at his feet for his attention. You wouldn’t beg for him to forget about the other Y/N. You were better than that so you would simply just walk away and hope your heart wouldn’t tear to pieces.
And that was exactly what you did. Only now a hole the size of two demons remained in your once full heart.
*****
“Hey, Levi!”
As if the pain from Asmo and Mammon’s silent rejection wasn’t enough, it felt like you were now looking for more. Which was definitely not the case. It was just that you couldn’t have been so easily replaced by all seven of the demon brothers. You couldn’t allow that clone to have your demons.
It was nearly impossible, you knew. Even Mammon had deserted you so how could you keep going. Only pain waited for you at the end of the road, you could almost sense it. And still you were willing to hope for the chance that not all the brothers could give up on you just like that. If you could even get one brother on your side, maybe you could somehow convince the others that the clone they played around with would never match compared to you.
Which was now what led to you chasing after the third eldest brother. Having returned from school, you needed your best friend on your side. And you had a plan...well not really a plan but it was certainly something.
“Levi!” You called out.
The demon hardly paused as he headed for his room and you hurried to catch up to him as he was surprisingly fast for a shut-in otaku.
“Levi, stop!” You ordered, hoping to see him freeze as usually a command from you would get him to obey.
But it didn’t work. You couldn’t even feel your pact activate as it normally would.
That’s odd.
Maybe if you had more time, you would’ve thought more about why your pact wasn’t working. But you needed to catch up to Levi.
“I want to play a game with you!” You finally said, practically jogging to keep up with him. That made the demon pause.
He turned around to look at you with a bit of a sneer on his face, “Are you trying to get me to let you into my room, normie? I’ve already got Y/N to play games with so don’t bother.”
You grimaced at the sound of your name.
“Well...I don’t see Y/N anywhere so you’ve got no choice but to play with me.” You felt sick with the words you spoke. If it had been anyone else who had the same name as you, you wouldn’t care. But you were talking about your own replacement, a person who was exactly like you in physicality. Probably not mentally as the clone had proved to be smarter than you were, something that you were more than irked about.
“I heard you were looking for someone to play a new multiplayer game with you,” you explained.
Levi groaned in annoyance, “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you. It’s a strategy game and I don’t think you’d be a good team member for this one. So I’d rather wait for Y/N to finish whatever the hell their doing so that they can play than lose ten battles in a span of a minute with you.”
A flash of anger sparked inside you. For him to say that to your face....the fucking audacity.
“Oh, so you really don’t think I can play, huh? Then how about we play 1v1 first and then we’ll see who’s so bad at your new game.”
“No.”
You folded your arms and smugly grinned before saying, “Are you scared, Levi?”
His orange eyes lit with that competitive fury you knew all too well.
“Hah? Scared?” Levi scoffed, “so you’re not just stupid but also delusional.”
“Hmph, say all you want but it doesn’t hide the fact that you’re running away from me like a chicken.”
The demon looked at you in silence before sighing.
“Fine, we’ll play one round. But don’t be so sure about yourself, normie.”
*****
You could think of the many times you had made a bad call. One time having involved a locked up demon with a grudge against humans. And now, you had made a bad call about playing against Levi.
Levi had gotten his hands on a Devildom version of Era of Kingdoms, a real-time strategy game and one you had never played. Sure you figured the new game wasn’t something you’d be able to play amazing at instantly, but you thought that the mechanics wouldn’t be too hard to get a grasp at. Oh how wrong you were.
So to say you were beat was an understatement, Levi had fucking demolished you in the span of three minutes.
“I knew it,” Leviathan sighed beside you, “You’ve got nothing to prove, human. You’re just like every stupid normie who thinks they can just randomly play with me.”
You were still staring at the screen. At Levi’s victory and your defeat, feeling as if it were mocking you. Telling you that you could never match against the demon brothers and that you were nowhere near good enough to be with them.
“This is why I only play with Y/N, my best friend. We’d actually have a decent battle and I wouldn’t have wasted my time with them,” the demon went on, “You know, I could be catching up on all my episodes of Stress makes Saduharu bald ,but it’s stressful to avoid stress, so he ends up stressed out anyway, so in the end there’s nothing he can do.”
Your grip on the controller tightened, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.
“This is why Y/N is so much better than you. You really are useless.”
That’s it!
You threw the controller aside and stood up, looking down at Levi who was sitting on one of the bean bags in his room. He didn’t spare you a glance.
“Fine,” you said, “Fine, if you want to replace me with that better and so much smarter version of me, than go ahead. I’m sure you two will have an absolute amazing time and you’ll just completely forget about me. But know I was the first person who actually bothered to care about your stupid games and anime.”
With that, you spun on your heel and marched right out of his room. On the way out, you passed by the other Y/N and you glared at them.
Of course they didn’t pay any attention to you, acting as if you didn’t exist.
It pissed you off so much more than you thought it would. But what could you do? Nobody would listen to how you feel because nobody cared.
You walked down the hallway, the surroundings blurring as you felt your eyes water with angry tears.
In the heat of your emotions, you had lost all sense of where you were going. Which was what led you to collide directly into a wall, causing you to fall back on your butt.
“Ow!” You exclaimed, shocked at the sudden impact.
A familiar grumble sounded in reply and you gasped.
“You should be paying attention to where you’re going.”
Beel!
You looked up and that was on wall you had run into. You nearly flinched at the large demon standing over you, his size only seeming to double now that you were sitting on the floor.
“Are you on your way to the kitchen?” You wondered, noticing that hungry look in his eyes.
Beel nodded, “Y/N was going to make me something from the new cookbook I got just yesterday.”
“You bought a cookbook?”
“Yeah,” Beel replied, “And I was hoping that Y/N would be free to cook but now they’re hanging out with Levi. So I have to try and make it myself...”
You frowned at that. You could already predict that Beel would eat the ingredients before he even opened the cookbook. It would be bad if he didn’t have anything to eat and seeing that the clone was occupied with Levi...
“I can help, Beel. I used to always cook for you, you know.” You got back up onto your feet, ignoring the pain in your heart at the fact that Beel wasn’t asking you.
The demon shrugged, “Not sure about that, it’s more complicated than the meals you used to make me.”
You highly doubted that. You had made meals that had tried to eat you before so how difficult could this one be?
And maybe Beel would finally see you and not the clone. That would be a good start for you.
All you needed to do was convince Beelzebub to let you cook for him.
“Well, I just passed by Y/N and they just got to Levi’s room so I can say for certain they’re not gonna be able to help you out anytime soon,” you told Beel, “But I’m sure you can hold out until then, right? It’s not like Levi has played games with them until the next morning...”
You stepped closer to the large demon, “You must be starving Beel. And you were probably looking forward to that dish for a while now, right? Well, I’m free so I could make it for you and you wouldn’t have to wait. How about it?”
Beel’s stomach grumbled and you could practically feel the walls of the house tremor. He looked down at his tummy with a sullen look before finally nodding.
“Alright.”
*****
Why...Why did it taste like Solomon’s food.
You would’ve never known from smelling the dish as it smelled delicious. But one little taste test had proved you so wrong.
Could it be you had mistaken an ingredient for something else? That couldn’t be possible, you were certain you had read each ingredient and had done every measurement right. It didn’t make sense.
“Is it done yet? It smells so good...I can’t wait to eat it.”
Oh no. Oh no no no. If Beel ate this you were certain people would think you’d committed an assassination on one of the Seven Rulers of Hell.
“Um...Beel. It needs a bit more time so...uh...but it’s almost done, kay?” You said over your shoulder before you stared down at the substance in the pan.
It looked fine! It looked cooked! And it smelled like food!
Why didn’t it taste like food?!
You looked at the cooking book again, reading over the instructions which you had followed to a tee. It was as if fate just wanted to screw you over. As if the entire world was against you and just wanted you to suffer.
“What’s that smell?”
A familiar voice, not Beel’s, brought an unspeakable amount of relief. Who better to ask about this dish than the all knowledgeable Satan!
You turned to him to ask for help only to immediately remember your relationship was no longer what it used to be. And Satan made it perfectly clear at what your relationship was, what with the look of clear annoyance on his face.
“Beel, you won’t want to eat what the human just made,” Satan said, looking over your shoulder at the food you knew tasted awful.
Beel tilted his head in confusion, “But it smells delicious.”
The fourth born shook his head, “Trust me, you won’t like it. I don’t know how but the human just took a page out of Solomon’s cooking book and made a perfect Solomon specialty.”
You winced, your shoulders curling in with shame.
You looked to Beel, “I-I don’t know how it happened, B-Beel. I mean I did exactly what the recipe told me to do a-and it just turned out like this.”
Apparently Beel just didn’t believe you or Satan, either that or he was just too hungry to actually listen. Either way he took a fork full of food and shoved it into his mouth.
“No-!” Both Satan and you cried out.
But it was too late. Beel’s fork was frozen in his mouth and you could swear he wasn’t breathing anymore.
“Beel, I’m so sorry,” you managed to say, though it came out as a small whisper.
“Beel, can you spit it out?” Satan asked, speaking in the same volume as you as if talking any louder would disturb Beel.
The kitchen was silent as if to pay respect to the death of Beel’s taste buds.
Damn that cookbook! You knew you had done everything perfectly. So why was it so bad?
“Hey guys!”
You knew that voice.
Both Satan and you turned to see the clone standing at the entrance to the kitchen. And in their hands was a plate of cookies.
Where the hell did they get that?
Hadn’t they been with Leviathan? How did they manage to arrive at the perfect time with the perfect solution so perfectly?
“Y/N! Perfect timing, Beel just ate something bad, can you give him those cookies?” Satan said, jumping into action to save his younger brother.
The other Y/N gasped, “Alright!”
In a matter of seconds and a few dozen cookies, Beel no longer looked as if he were about to be sick.
“What did you eat, Beel? I don’t remember you getting this sick since the time Solomon cooked those devil spring rolls for us,” the other Y/N asked, putting a hand on Beel’s arm.
The casual gesture made you stiffen with annoyance.
Beel pointed his finger at you.
Oh.
Why? You had only been trying to help. Why did things have to turn out like this? Would anyone believe you if you said you had made the dish perfectly? And that you had done exactly what the recipe told you to?
How could it have gone so wrong? Bitterly, you thought maybe the other Y/N would’ve made the dish and it’d actually taste good. After all, it seemed the world was making the way for the clone and a recipe like this would have turned out amazing.
It might just be you. Just your bad luck and whatever was happening to your life now.
A sigh came from Satan, “That’s it, human. I’m taking you out of the kitchen, clearly you’re not fit for this.”
The demon grabbed your arm and dragged you out like a rag doll.
“I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, just leave us alone and you can go back to your regular life,” Satan said as he pulled you down the hallways.
“You mean to a life without you.”
Satan eyed you before pausing suddenly. You didn’t know why he had stopped and you certainly didn’t expect him to pull you closer to him.
It was like the world had stopped. And...for a second you forgot what your situation was like. Forgot that for the past week, you had been cast aside like a broken toy...abandoned and left to collect dust.
His eyes that you knew to be so gentle and warm stared at you with a cold sharpness. It was easy to ignore that detail when Satan was so close to you, so close you could smell that scent of books and ink and that soothing hint of vanilla.
You wanted to kiss him. To hold him close and forget about the pain you had been dealing with. The hurt and loneliness which made you wonder how you used to feel loved. You wanted him. Wanted him to fill that growing hole in your heart that once was filled by the demon brothers. Ironically, it was the demon brothers who had caused that hole.
I just want you back.
The time spent away from the demon brothers was cold and it only made you think of how lonely you were.
Just come back to me.
“Satan,” you whispered, your voice cracking from the sob you had buried deep within to hide your vulnerability.
“What made you think you'd ever have a life with us?”
And there it was. The finger to the trigger, the final crack in the dam, the last piece of hope you had held for him.
It took everything in you to step back.
But you did so and you turned away from him.
A humorless laugh slipped past your lips and you shook your head, “You know, I just want to know one thing.”
You imagined the other Y/N, doing what you used to do with the demon brothers, and you felt something dark inside of you bloom. Was it hatred that you felt?
“Is this all just a horrible nightmare?” You asked, your aching heart wishing that it were, “It just doesn’t make sense that this is all happening...like it’s all orchestrated by somebody else.”
Silence.
You glanced at Satan.
But then he scoffed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, this is real.”
"I don’t understand...w-what do you mean a better version?”
It hadn’t been too long since the last time you had felt this feeling of betrayal. The last time having ended with your neck strangled and your life snuffed out like a candle. And you could feel that same feeling of betrayal causing your heart to sink, an overwhelming sense of dread drowning you in its cold depths.
“This is all just a trick, right? I mean you wouldn’t really...do something like this.” You didn’t know if they were all joking. Looking around the room you realized the brothers were all serious. Not one person jumping up to say ‘just kidding’ and tell you it was a joke, cruel as it may be.
It was Satan who sighed, giving you a look of annoyance you didn’t expect to get from him, “This is exactly why we did this. The Y/N we’ve created would know right away what was happening here. They’re perfect in everyway and this is so that you learn how to meet expectations and to not disappoint us while you live here.”
Shocked was an understatement to how you felt. Never could you have imagined Satan, somebody who you knew loved and trusted you, to say something like this.
It was humiliating. To be talked down to like this as if you weren’t worth their time or that you weren’t good enough for them.
“Do...do you all feel this way?” You looked at all the brothers and their lack of response was proof enough.
Why were they acting like this? You didn’t think it was normal, not after everything you had went through with the brothers, you couldn’t believe that they’d hurt you like this. You didn’t even know what might have started it and maybe if you knew you’d be able to fix it.
Fix it and be the perfect Y/N they want you to be, right?
Tears welled up in your eyes but you didn’t dare give them the satisfaction of showing the pain you felt and so you focused on holding them back.
“Ugh, so when are we gonna have dinner,” a moody Leviathan said, finally looking up from his gaming device just as Beel’s stomach grumbled, “I thought I’d wait here for Y/N to come back with food but I can’t wait any longer, I’ve got a gaming tournament and I’ve spent so much of my precious time building my characters to let it just go to waste. Not to mention this is gonna prove my abilities as a skilled and pro player, I can’t just not show up.”
“Well,” Satan started, “thanks to Y/N’s forgetfulness, you’ll have to go without dinner for a bit.”
His words irked you and you opened your mouth to defend yourself. You hadn’t been given the opportunity to tell them why you had come back empty handed. If they knew you had lost all memories of walking into town, they’d understand why you couldn’t get dinner.
But the words you wished to speak wouldn’t come out and you blinked in confusion. It was as if someone was holding back your voice, keeping you silent and making it impossible to speak for yourself.
With many complaints from Levi, the demon got up and left the room.
Right then, Asmo stood from his seat and threw his arms over the other Y/N’s shoulders, his close proximity with the clone causing you to wince.
“Y/N~” He drawled out your name, making you sick knowing Asmo wasn’t speaking to you, “Could you order dinner for us? Sadly, if I knew your original self would’ve messed up, I would’ve asked you before.”
As if somebody had flicked a switch, a light shone bright in the other Y/N’s eyes and they grinned, looking back at Asmo, “Of course. How does Hell’s Kitchen sound?”
The sound of your voice spoken from your cloned self even sounded perfect. It grated at your ears and you noticed a nauseating feeling deep within your gut. It didn’t help that Asmo was looking at the imposter with a look of admiration and love.
That was meant for you. Not the cloned Y/N, it was meant for you.
With that, they walked out of the room with Asmo clinging onto them.
That used to be me.
“Will it take long for the food to get here? I can’t wait that long.” A sad looking Beel rubbed at his stomach, “I need to eat something now, I’m so hungry.”
At that, Belphegor hummed aloud, “Ok, Beel, let’s just go out and get something quick. It probably will take a while for the food to arrive if Y/N’s ordering delivery.”
He wasn’t talking about you and you knew it.
Beel nodded and the two of them got up and left.
Your hands bunched up into fists and you looked to Mammon and Lucifer. The two demons who you thought would do something or explain what the hell was going on.
Lucifer’s cold treatment and dismissal was a familiar sight, after all it hadn’t been too long that he had treated you like this. Him not bothering to deal with you certainly brought memories you had tried to forget. But Mammon...your first man. The first demon you had made a pact with. And the one who loved you to the moon and back, so much so that you never doubted his intentions. He didn’t so much as pay you a glance as he scrolled on his D.D.D with disinterest, as if he had been forced to wait with the rest of his brothers in the common room. As if he had better things to do than be with you.
It would probably be proper to say that he had loved you to the moon and back. His indifference towards you could only hint of his waning affection for you now.
You swallowed stiffly, a sense of estrangement from the brothers making it uncomfortable for you to speak to them though it hardly stopped you.
“How long had you guys been planning to replace me?” You heard the bite in your words, bitterness coating your tongue to hide the pain you felt.
Mammon showed no signs of hearing you but Lucifer shifted in his seat, moving to cross his legs. His piercing eyes which you adored so much showed no mercy. A hand was rested on the arm of the chair, his fingers slowly drumming on the material in a relaxed manner.
“Replace you?” Lucifer shook his head, “You clearly weren’t paying attention, Y/N. This is for your own benefit, to understand your place and what you should be doing to earn our interest.”
He narrowed his eyes as if looking at a bug or something beneath him, “Usually we’d ask for a soul or something that holds significant purpose to you, but we simply wish for you to meet our expectations of you. If you cannot do something as simple as that, then you really do not deserve our care and affection.”
The oldest demon stood up, his towering form shadowed by the lighting of candles behind him. His glowing red eyes kept you frozen in place as he moved closer to you, an arrogant smirk on his face.
“So consider this a test. If you fail to reach the same standard as your perfected photocopy within the next few days, then you truly are worthless and are in no way good enough for this family.”
It felt like poisoned needles being slowly pushed through your skin. Its effects drastic yet slow spreading, making you all aware of how little and pathetic you were in comparison to a being as magnificent as Lucifer himself.
It took everything in you not to start crying from the hurt you felt at his words and at Mammon’s clear disinterest in you and at all of the brothers cold treatment towards you.
No one could mentally prepare to be told of your own worth and how you were up against an exact replica of yourself who was said to be an even better version.
You could think of people who could be considered enemies or foes but you had never thought it would be yourself. Usually when people said their own worst enemy was themselves, it wasn’t meant literally. So how could you know how to react?
“Anyways, with that said,” Lucifer continued, walking past you, “the sleeping arrangements have changed so that the better Y/N feels comfortable while living here in the House of Lamentation. Which means you’ll need to find another place to sleep until you’ve proven yourself.”
You whipped around to face him, “You gave my room away?!”
For him to say I wasn’t being replaced, he sure is eager to replace the occupant of my bedroom.
“For now. So make sure to work hard if you wish to regain it.”
No, no. It was becoming too much. Too final.
“I’ll tell Diavolo! I’ll tell him how you’re treating me.” You were desperate to fight against this decision, wanting them to get rid of that mocking version of yourself, “I’m a student in the exchange program, you won’t be able to get away with this.”
A snickered had you turn to see Satan, who had been watching this ordeal as if it were a TV drama, looking at you with a mocking glance, “Diavolo was the one who suggested this whole thing. After all, he couldn’t have the real human causing any further problems with his dream for unity of the three realms after all the trouble you had already gotten in.”
That...that couldn’t be. Lord Diavolo adored you, he wouldn’t do something like this.
It wasn’t like him. Just like how these words coming from the demon brothers wasn’t like them.
Something was missing. Something important that could help you understand what was happening here. It was probably the reason why you had woken up in the middle of the walkway and it was probably the reason why you were suddenly faced with an enemy who bore the same face and name as you.
But what was it?!
A sharp pain sliced though your head and you suddenly cried out before remembering it all.
“Hah?” Satan got up, “What sort of shit are you talking about now?”
“You’re not real! I knew it! You’re not my Satan!” You laughed, “My Satan is kind and he loves me no matter my flaws. You’re not-!”
The world flashed bright white before becoming consumed by darkness. The Satan before you and the Mammon who had been slouched on the couch had vanished, leaving you drifting in an open space where no light shone through. You felt your thoughts become muddled, your memories altering until you were nothing.
Trigger Warning - Violence (not from the demon bros), verbal abuse (yes from the demon bros), general feeling of unfairness, feeling unworthy, self-depreciating thoughts, replaced MC, negative thoughts
The silence at the table was an unfamiliarity to you. And so were the brothers’ gazes, paying you no attention or care and ignoring the situation you were in with their eldest sibling, Lucifer.
You had never felt so alone, like a lone star in a grand and empty sky, as the quiet among the brothers reminded you of the many events that led you to this situation.
Disappointment.
It was what the brothers no doubt felt about you as they had each expected something of you that you couldn’t give or do. No matter you’re own skills and experiences, apparently you weren’t as perfect as you wished you could be for them.
A victory in a game you detested. The ability to party every night without becoming drained. Giving deep and meaningful discussion about a book you had lost interest the moment you had opened it. A new dish you were expected to perfect instantly. The expectation of staying calm and collected for the comfort of somebody else. Keeping a perfect image for the sake of somebody else’s reputation. And a faulty mission which you knew would only cause trouble for you.
Maybe it was your own fault for these ridiculous expectations. Had you not proven your ability to handle difficult situations, the brothers wouldn’t think to ask of such simple tasks that weren’t as simple as they seemed.
“You’re inability to meet the average grade for your classes is a disgrace to this family and to Diavolo.”
Your teeth grinded against each other at Lucifer’s words of disappointment. Though you hardly had the energy to bite back, you felt your anger of their ridiculousness and “inability” to leave you alone.
“I’m sure my brothers’ antiques have been keeping you occupied but you should understand that it’s your choice to indulge in their requests and that the consequences that come after are from your decisions,” Lucifer continued, “Your tasks here in the Devildom come first before you play around, and it is what’s expected of you as a human in the exchange program.
You inhaled sharply before letting out a scoff, looking away from the glaring demon. Your grip on your fork tightened and you felt sick to your stomach.
How dare he place the blame on you? It wasn’t your fault that no one seemed to remember that humans had limits.
You sort of wished they’d notice that they were hurting you with what they had recently been saying and doing. Hear them apologize to you and tell you they were idiots for making you feel useless. It was your pride which made you feel this way. Your own form of pride that made you want to laugh, certainly when the very pinnacle of it was berating you about your actions like a parent would a child.
Lucifer noticed your dry laugh and you felt, more than saw or heard, him grow more irritated, “You think this is a joke? Y/N, you were chosen for a reason and that makes you responsible for-”
“You can’t be seriously saying that you chose me for a reason. Weren’t you the one who told me I was only chosen because my file happened to land at your feet?” It didn’t scare you to interrupt the demon. You had been through worse, no thanks to the very person who was giving you bullshit about the program. If anything, you knew what to expect and couldn’t bother being worried about it when you couldn’t handle this nonsense anymore.
Before Lucifer could say anything, you stood abruptly from your seat and gazing around the room at the brothers who said nothing to you.
You scoffed again, ignoring the burning sensation of hurt in your heart, “Is this what I get for dealing with your bullshit every fucking day?! I try to make you all happy but so sorry if I’m not what you expected.”
Seething, you couldn’t stop the words from flowing out in a wave of anger, “Maybe you should just have seven different versions of me so you can all be satisfied, huh? All with the ability to be the perfect me you want me to be, would that make you all happy?!”
In your rage, you hardly noticed Mammon glancing at you with a guilty look.
“Y/N-”
The prickling of tears stung your eyes and your voice cracked, “Just give me a break! I don’t think any of you realize how fucking impossible it is to please every single one of you when there’s only one me! AND I TRY! I TRY! But none of you seem to give a shit!”
You brought your hands to press against your wet eyes and you let out a scream of frustration before running out, hating how they made you feel like this. Like...like you weren’t doing enough for them. Or that you weren’t enough for them.
It didn’t come to mind where you were running to. With no destination, you could only think of getting as far from those demon brothers as you possibly could. You didn’t want to be around them, didn’t want to be reminded of how imperfect you were compared to them.
The surface you ran on changed from carpeted floor to hard pavement and the air shifted to a fresh mist, it’s chilly dampness working to cool you from your strong emotions.
You didn’t know for how long you ran but you could feel yourself run out of breath, panting loudly and feeling exhausted from everything that had happened.
Coming to a stop, your breath hitched with a sob and you fell to your knees, feeling powerless to the oncoming emotions that drowned you and your awareness.
It wasn’t fair. The demon brothers had no idea how you wished to be perfect for them but how could you when you were only human? And then with them shoving it in your face with unhappiness and disappointment. Did they not think at least once that maybe you were trying to be the best you could be? And so what if the best you could be wasn’t the best they wanted you to be, why should you have to kill yourself for them to feel happy?
It was as if they forgot a simple gesture could get you killed in this world, and maybe if they’d remembered, they could be more understanding.
It just wasn’t fair.
“Oh, you poor thing.”
The slithering sensation of those words shot you like an arrow and you jumped before realizing the speaker’s close proximity.
It’s serpentine face grinned a fanged smile, a tongue darting out as if to taste the air you breathed out. The way it looked at you reminded you of the first day you had arrived and of Beelzebub who had thought you were his next meal.
It took you only a second to notice the three other similar looking demons that surrounded you, wolves cornering a lone sheep, and you opened your mouth to let out a scream. But the closest snakelike demon covered your mouth, its scaly skin similar to Levi’s tail but nowhere near the same.
You yanked at the clawed hand keeping you from calling out for help, nails digging into the skin but failing to struggle free from the demon’s grip.
No. Oh no. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening.
You needed to summon the brothers. You needed their help. You needed them to save your pathetic self.
Fresh tears pooled at your eyes, blurring your vision as you could only think of how stupid you were for letting your feelings get the best of you.
You expected better from yourself.
“A lonely little human like yourself, crying in the cold of the night, how could we ignore you when you so desperately need our help, hm?” One of the demons in front of you cooed, crouching down to gently stroke your cheek. The cold and slippery feeling of its hand made you shiver and you shook your head.
“Mmph...! Mmmmph!” You tried to speak through the hand covering your mouth, but your summoning words couldn’t make it.
“Don’t struggle, sweet thing,” the demon keeping you silent hissed softly into your ear, “We just want to help you.”
“You’re clearly in pain but I promise you, what you’re feeling will go away once you give us your soul,” it continued, “We’ll reward you greatly if you give it to us willingly, you won’t need to worry of rejection or humiliation...and you would live your life feeling nothing. No pain, no fear...just nothing. Doesn’t that sound perfect?”
An idea flashed in your head and before the demons could do anything more, you bit down hard on the hand which kept you silenced. The monster behind you screeched in pain, its rotten blood spilling in your mouth, and you darted away from it’s grasp. Immediately, you started to speak the words which would summon the very people you had been angry with.
You may be prideful but anyone in the face of death would suck it up. And so would you.
“Hear me, Denizens of the Darkness, you who are born of-!”
You were tackled to the ground, a hit to the face rendered you shocked, interrupting your summoning.
“Shut it up properly this time, you idiot! We don’t need the seven lords knowing we’ve got their human pet.”
Something was shoved into your mouth and before you knew it, the demon whacked your head which brought a blissful darkness which consumed your conscious.
*****
“...Y/N...need...get out...”
I’ve heard this voice before.
Within the darkness, you could hear her. A voice you had heard countless times before...
Lilith?
You didn’t hear it again and so you opened your eyes.
“...Huh?”
You were lying on the pavement of the walkway in the bustling Devildom. People passed you by without giving you so much as a glance and you sat up, confusion swirling in your head.
What am I doing here?
Without thinking, you brought your hand to your head as if it had been hurt. But you felt nothing...
Why did I do that?
Was it possible you had sleepwalked all the way here? After all, you had no memory of lying on the walkway and falling asleep on it.
Perhaps you had gone out drinking....had you gone out alone? That wouldn’t make sense, Asmo would have gone with you or his other brothers.
Asmo!
You shot up, looking around to gauge where you were in the Devildom. Though it didn’t take you long as you recognized the path to the House of Lamentation.
Maybe the demon brothers knew how you had gotten here and so you headed home.
But you couldn’t help but think you were missing something. Was their a conversation you had forgotten? Or maybe you were supposed to get something from the market, which would explain why you were in town, but was that the case?
You ran up the front steps of the House of Lamentation, opening the doors.
“...They’re certainly taking their time.”
“Of course...what’d you expect from them?”
“...makes me glad we decided to...”
The voices of the demon brothers guided you to the common room and you were getting ready to greet them.
With a smile on your face, you entered and just as you were about to say hello, you stopped.
Somebody stood in the middle of the room, a pleasant but blank look on their face. You suddenly thought of how they looked just like you...?
“Y/N, didn’t I tell you we needed groceries for tonight’s dinner?” You barely registered Satan’s voice as you stared at the new person in the house, “I told you Beel had eaten everything, how could you forget that?”
“Don’t bother Satan, we all know Y/N can’t do anything right.”
What? Why were they saying those awful things?
“W-What’s going on here, guys?” You stuttered out, unable to tear your eyes away from the stranger.
“We realized you needed to learn how to be a better you, so we made a new version of you who will show you how to...” Lucifer’s voice trailed off as your ears could only hear the sound of your beating heart.
So you weren’t just imagining the similarity between you and the person standing in the middle of the room.
They weren’t a stranger. And they certainly weren’t family as they looked just like you. No...they were you.
A perfect reflection of yourself stood silently in the room, like a puppet without a soul. They were the spitting image, every detail, every line and crease were not forgotten.
You had been remade. Replaced by your own self.
Welp, I didn’t think I’d write a replaced MC au but here I am..............I’ll blame the fact I couldn’t sleep tonight, if it weren’t for that I probably wouldn’t have thought up of all the stuff for this fic lmao.
Working diligently together, doing the same jobs together…
Raised to be witch hunters, it’s what they’ve always wanted…
They meet a witch and follow them to the Demon Realm…
The brother supports his younger, even as he suffers from consuming palismen…
But then the elder falls in love and even has a child coming, Philip is unhappy;
He confronts husband and wife…
Shows his true intentions as they have a knife duel…
And sees his bloody eyes in the reflection of his knife.
The wife attempts to avenge her husband, casting a spell on the younger that may or may not have cast its mark…
And the surviving brother, he harvested all of his brother’s bones, so he could get another chance with him… Only to enjoy killing him over and over again. As he had the first time…
Trigger Warning: Non-con, mentions of eating MC, prey/predator vibes, yandere, dark
Hey, I’m back! And I’ve finally finished Beel’s version. I said I’d do Mammon’s and i’m working on it but......it’s gonna take a bit longer lol. Anywho, enjoy (?) ~ Plum
Run. Run. Run. Run.
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.
He’s coming.
Your feet pounded on the root covered earth as you ran as fast as you could through the forest. Heart beating faster and faster and your breath shaky, it took everything in you to focus on your surroundings and keep from running into the trees or hurting yourself. Branches snapped and whipped at your face as you ran and you were sure your face was covered in bloody scratches by now.
It didn’t help that the forest was nearly pitch black save for the moonlight that managed to slip through the branches above your head. If it were up to you, you would’ve left when the sun was out but had you not left when you did...he’d already have you.
Your foot caught a root for the third time and you went tumbling down, your wrist landing awkwardly causing you to yelp in pain.
It hurt. It was tiring. And you wished you could just pause to take your breath.
But you knew that if you stopped now, your already slim chance of getting away from him would fade. If you wanted your freedom you had to run now. If you wanted to keep from being wholly consumed by the one they called the Lord of Flies, you had to run now.
You struggled to rise to your sore feet as your body cried out in exhaustion and you slowly stumbled through the forest, desperate to get as far away from this cursed kingdom as soon as possible.
It won’t matter.
He’ll still find you.
Panting, you swallowed stiffly, your throat parched from breathing so heavily. It felt like you had been running for hours and yet you still had a far distance to cover. Out of exhaustion, you felt yourself lean against the tree, your eyes closing.
You knew you should still be running, but your body wouldn’t listen.
“I need to keep going,” you panted as you tried to take a step forward but it only caused you to collapse.
Your wrist was hurting, your face was aching and you couldn’t stand. How were you going to make it? You couldn’t go on.
Snap!
Your head whipped back at the sound, your heart lurching in your chest before seeing a bunny jump out from the bushes. For a still moment, it stared at you, its blank black eyes seemed to gaze into your soul, almost as if the bunny were trying to tell you something.
Suddenly, its ears perked up, its head twisting to look at something in the woods. The hair on your back prickled and you looked in the same direction, your heart filling with fear. But what the bunny saw, you couldn’t, the trees were too dense and the night too dark.
The next thing you heard was the bunny hopping away, its steps becoming quieter as it left you sitting in the woods alone.
Trembling, you got up on shaky legs and managed but one step before you felt your body freeze in what you could only describe as terror.
A grumble like the roar of thunder felt as if it rumbled throughout your entire body and the sound of heavy footsteps made their way to your ears.
You didn’t have the energy to run anymore but you couldn’t give up when you had gotten so far. In desperation, you silently hid behind a large tree just as you felt the forest go silent in response to yet another loud grumble that came from the demon that was after you.
“Y/N.”
A shiver crawled up your spine and you covered your mouth just as a slight whimper was about to escape your lips.
“I can smell you, Y/N, there’s no point in hiding.” The voice of the man you thought you knew drifted over to where you were, “Come out now.”
You didn’t dare move a muscle, afraid of the tiniest sound being heard by the demon you were hiding from.
He sighed loudly, “I should’ve eaten your legs when I had the chance then you wouldn’t have done something like this.”
My legs?!
Your heart stuttered and you fought the urge to look down at your trembling legs that could barely hold you up.
His words made you think of the reason why you were here in the first place. Having served in his castle for years, it was a surprise you never found out sooner who the Lord of Flies really was.
A demon.
He was a blood hungry demon.
And he was surely going to eat you once he found you.
“Come out Y/N, don’t make me come and find you,” the Lord of Flies said, his voice causing you to flinch and you could swear it was getting closer to where you were hiding.
Did you dare to check? Or would you risk it and attempt to run?
But what difference would it make if you ran or stayed, you wouldn’t escape now that the Lord of Flies was so close.
“This is your last chance, if you don’t come out from behind that tree, I’ll drag you out myself.”
It took everything in you not to faint from the pure terror that ran through your entire body.
He had probably known from the very beginning, simply toying with his meal like a cat would with a mouse.
But you really never stood a chance. Wouldn’t it be better to end your suffering rather than to keep struggling only to be caught? Why hope for something when you knew you’d only be disappointed?
Defeated and consumed by the fear of disobeying the Lord of Flies, you slowly stepped out.
Amidst the darkened forest, his large figure brought a new sense of terror. His glowing eyes stared right at you with hunger and something else that you didn’t recognize.
The air around you felt tense and you only felt it grow tighter as the demon came closer.
“P-Please d-d-d-don’t eat me,” you managed to stutter out, your voice sounding weak.
You looked down and away from the demon’s burning gaze, staring down at your feet.
The forest was silent as the demon simply took his time in observing you like you were a piece of meat. The crickets that chirped remained silent as if they knew something otherworldly was among them. And the wind that rustled the leaves stilled which brought an unnatural silence that felt suffocating.
Suddenly, you heard the crunch of leaves and branches and before you knew it, the demon had pulled you into his arms. You immediately tried to push back but your sprained wrist shot a searing pain through your arm and you cried out.
“What are you going to do to me?” You asked fearfully, unable to escape the Lord of Flies strong arms.
The demon said nothing before pushing you against a large tree and pinning you there with his own body.
A familiar grumble came from the Lord of Flies and your breath hitched as your heart skipped a beat.
“I’m hungry,” he let out in a low guttural growl, one of his large hands landing on your neck as he kept your head still. He leaned down and grazed your neck with his nose, teeth pricking at the skin as he placed his mouth on the soft spot which sent a warm shiver down your spine.
A sob slipped past your lips and you could only squeeze your eyes shut as tears started to fall.
This was the end, you were sure. Just a few more seconds and your throat would be torn out and the Lord of Flies would have his fill. You simply wished it’d end quicker and that he wouldn’t torment you like this.
“I was thinking...” the Lord of Flies started, “How I would eat you once I caught you...but then I remember I don’t want to hurt you...”
You didn’t respond, your eyes still closed.
“How can I eat you without hurting you, Y/N?” The Lord of Flies asked and you felt his hand cup your face gently, “I want to be able to keep you forever because I truly love you....but then you smell so good and I can’t help but want to taste you.”
He licked a long strand along your throat as if to emphasize his words and without meaning to you let out a soft whimper. And despite your situation, you felt your body heat up as the Lord of Flies dragged his hands down your body.
“Wait....please stop,” you gasped eyes shooting open as you felt the demon tug at your pants.
His hand slipped under and you felt his fingers graze your most sensitive parts and you shuddered.
What was he doing?!
Your face felt hot with embarrassment and shame as you felt your body succumb to the demon’s touch. Your non injured hand gripped his wrist as if to stop him but you couldn’t push him away as the Lord of Flies pricked your skin with his teeth. A flash of fear went through you before the demon’s fingers moved against you. The pain and pleasure made it hard to think, it made it hard to focus as the demon sucked at your neck, leaving marks and bruises along your skin.
The demon kept at it and soon enough you felt your whole body still as your eyes saw stars. Your legs gave out and the Lord of Flies caught you before lowering you down onto the ground, allowing you to sit and take your breath.
He towered over you and you silently watched as he brought his fingers, which glistened with your essence, to his mouth and licked them. His eyes closed in pleasure as he savored your taste on his tongue. The sight got you heated again especially as his eyes opened again and stared down at you with a look of desire.
“More,” the Lord of Flies growled, “I want more.”
He knelt down in front of you, his hands going to your clothes as he stripped you of them, leaving you naked in the dark forest. The night’s cool air caused the hair on your neck to stand and you brought your arms to your bareness in an attempt to cover yourself.
“W-What are you d-doing?!”
His mouth lowered onto your pulse at your neck and you cried out. His breath was burning hot, leaving flames on your skin as he dragged his lips down...down...and down until he reached your lower parts between your thighs. Your non injured hand tangled in the demon’s orange locks, holding tight as he used his tongue to bring you to a new level of pleasure.
“Ack!” You yelped as you felt the demon’s teeth and you pulled at his hair, “P-Please....be gentle.”
The demon only growled back before continuing to suck and lick as if you were the best meal he had had in years. And perhaps you were. After all, the Lord of Flies had never tasted something as pure and sweet as you.
He got rougher and you let out the most erotic sounds you never thought you could make. Body in flames, you felt yourself melt under the demon’s touch and you arched your back just as you felt that spark alight in your core. A wave of euphoric pleasure crashed into you, tears prickling your eyes as you were overwhelmed with the sensation.
Underneath the moonlight, your bare body glistened with sweat, the cool air send shivers as it chilled your heated skin.
“My...My Lord, n-no more please...” you managed to whisper, barely having enough energy to keep your eyes open.
The Lord of Flies raised his head to look at you, his violet eyes filled with hunger and lust.
“It’s Beelzebub, little one,” he said, “And I’m not done yet.”
You pushed back, struggling to get out of his grip but his strong hands gripped your hips, holding you still.
“And don’t even think of escaping because now that I have you, I’m not ever gonna let you go.”
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