Ida x 23 x She/her ~ I mostly used this blog when I was in middle school but I might post some Obey Me! content here and there. If you wish to request a headcanon, feel free to ask.
Obey Me! characters as songs from Midnights by Taylor Swift
I used to assign Taylor Swift songs to the characters and now that Ms. Swift has dropped a new record I felt obliged to do this. Hi, it's me, haven't been around in ages but I'm still the same. I kind of lost interest in Obey Me! during summer but lately I've been coming back around to it again! How are you all?
Anyway, without further ado, read my assessment below. (There's also some glitch with the colors and sizing of the letters, I can't fix it without a new problem appearing.)
Lucifer: The Great War
Tore your banners down, took the battle underground
And maybe it was egos swinging
Maybe it was her
Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur
Mammon: Paris
I'm so in love that I might stop breathing
Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling
No, I didn't see the news
'Cause we were somewhere else
Stumbled down pretend alleyways
Cheap wine, make believe it's champagne
Leviathan: Labyrinth
"It only hurts this much right now"
Was what I was thinkin' the whole time
Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out
I'll be gettin' over you my whole life
Satan: Karma
Sweet like honey, karma is a cat
Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Asmodeus: Bejeweled
Best believe I'm still bejeweled
When I walk in the room
I can still make the whole place shimmer
And when I meet the band
They ask, "Do you have a man?"
I could still say, "I don't remember"
Beelzebub: Sweet Nothing
Outside they're push and shoving
You’re in the kitchen hummin’
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
Belphegor: Vigilante Shit
I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
I don't dress for friends
Lately I've been dressin' for revenge
Diavolo: Anti-Hero
Sometimes, I feel like everybody is a sexy baby
And I'm a monster on the hill
Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city
Pierced through the heart, but never killed
Barbatos: Mastermind
What if I told you none of it was accidental?
And the first night that you saw me
Nothing was gonna stop me
I laid the groundwork, and then
Just like clockwork
The dominoes cascaded in a line
What if I told you I'm a mastermind?
And now you're mine
Simeon: Snow On The Beach
Flying in a dream
Stars by the pocketful
You wanting me
Tonight feels impossible
But it's coming down
No sound, it's all around
Luke: You're On Your Own, Kid
'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
Everything you lose is a step you take
So, make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it
You've got no reason to be afraid
Solomon: Glitch
I was supposed to sweat you out
In search of glorious happenings of happenstance on someone else's playground
But it's been two-thousand one-hundred ninety days of our love blackout
Here it is! What were your favorite tracks from Midnights? What do you think of the album as a whole?
I liked it, it's not my favorite Taylor album and it needed a bit of time to grow on me, but I think it's satisfactory. My favorite songs are Maroon, The Great War, Dear Reader and Mastermind. I really love all of the 3am tracks... Main album tracks are more of a hit or miss for me, mostly hit, but 3am tracks NEVER miss.
If you have any questions about my choices, answer my questions on just anything you want to say, feel free to comment :)
I used to be obsessed with this dating sim, Dandelion: Wishes brought to you. It's kind of a reoccuring fixation for me. Some of you might know Cheritz, the company that made Mystic Messenger? Well, this game was their first dating sim, you can still find it on Steam. And I can't help but see some similarities with the characters, these two examples being the most apparent because of the similarities with their personalities and looks. !EVERYTHING BELOW HAS POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR DANDELION!
Although they do have their differences; like Jiwoo actually hating cats (as a bunny) and being more of a tsundere. He's also obsessed with romance novels, and while Satan probably reads them too, he's not obsessed with them in particular.
Also Jihae reminds me of Barbatos as both of them are subservient to a prince as Barbatos is a butler and Jihae a knight, have polite manners, calm demeanor, both of them are slow to show feelings and warm up, and are real getlemans and classy.. Also both can cook! But they look very different.
Jieyon kinda looks like Beel, just a smaller version of him, as they both have orange hair and purple eyes, but their behavior is very different. If anything, Jieyon would be more like Belphie, especially after he drops his act and threatens the main character (Heejung) and is all hot and cold with her. They're also both really mischievous and kinda edgy, but know how to act all cutesy, like a sweet and innocent little brother.
Jisoo doesn't exactly remind me of anyone that much. He shares some resemblance to Lucifer both look-wise (black-ish hair and tall + the color scheme of red and black) and personality-wise (cares about family, big brother) but Jisoo is just... Way too dumb and carefree to be Lucifer. Maybe he's similar to Beel? He's a glutton and kind of a himbo, but caring and family-oriented at the same time.
And circling to my favorite Dandelion character, Jieun. He doesn't remind me of anyone. Or rather, he's a mix of many. He's a prince like Diavolo, who is expected a lot. He has the power to tell the future, kinda similar to Barbatos. He's the shota of the group, kinda like Luke, albeit older than him, and his route is platonic (until the end where he's all grown up). He's very aloof and hard to approach, even more than Jihae. He's a bit spoiled. He's more intelligent than he lets on. So I guess he's a weird mix of Diavolo's status and detachment from the real world, Barbatos' powers and demeanor and Luke's youthfulness? He also likes sweet things like Luke, apples in particular.
I'm sorry I haven't been able to post any requests but I'm really low on time, in the process of writing other things and just frankly tired.
However, last night I thought of this short little story and I couldn't get it out of my head so I'm writing it down.
Fandom: Obey Me!
Pairing: Diavolo x reader (x Barbatos)
MC: Gender-neutral
Words: 1800
Warnings: Suggestive. I wouldn't recomment this to anyone below 15.
Read the fanfiction below!
It was a pleasant Saturday afternoon when you received a message from Barbatos.
Barbatos: Can you come to the castle? I've ran out of ideas on how to get the young master to eat his pickles.
MC: Why is it so important that he eats them?
Barbatos: Young master's meal plan needs to be balanced. Furthermore, pickles are full of vitamins and bacteria that are good for the gut.
Barbatos: Please, we need you at the castle. Young master is in near hysterics after he found my latest pickle surprise.
MC: Okay, okay, I'm coming right away.
So with a sigh, you left the House of Lamentation and made your way towards the castle.
Standing in front of the tall castle doors, you knocked determinedly. You already knew Barbatos could probably tell it was you from the way you knocked as you visit the castle rather frequently.
Shortly afterwards Barbatos opened the doors with a hint of nervousness in his usually sombre deep green eyes.
"MC, do come in." he ushered you in, placing his hand firmly on your back.
"Where is Lord Diavolo?" you questioned as Barbatos lead you by gently pushing you through the castle corridors.
"He's still in the dining room, refusing to budge. You will see soon enough what I mean by that." Barbatos sighed. He was clearly stressed out.
Eventually you made it to the large and extravagant dining room of the castle. The table was laid with many mouthwatering dishes and fancy dinnerware. And there sat Lord Diavolo, well, more like crouched on the dining chair, hugging his own large frame, a shattered plate and some food on the floor next to him.
"The traitor has made his return." Diavolo snarled, glaring daggers at Barbatos.
"Young Lord, I must ask you to calm down, it was only pickl-" Barbatos was swiftly cut off by the forementioned demon.
"Exactly! It was pickles! I hate nothing in the three realms more than pickles!" he cried out with desperation.
"They are good for you, My Lord. I only have your best interests in my mind." Barbatos sighed yet again, shaking his head.
"If you care about what's best for me, why do you try and trick me into eating the food I despise?!" Diavolo looked like he was about to throw the grand hell turkey sitting on the table at his butler at any moment now.
"Um, please calm down, Lord Diavolo.." you chimed in, hoping to diffuse the heated situation.
"MC!" Diavolo gasped, only now noticing your presence. He quickly composed himself, sitting down normally, "I apologize for having to see me in such a ungentlemanly state." he mumbled an apology, his cheeks blooming a beautiful red.
"Uh, it's okay!" you quickly forgave him with a nervous grin, feeling the situation grow more and more awkward every passing second.
"Do something." Barbatos mumbled into your ear, gritting his teeth.
"What am I supposed to do?!" you whisper-yelled, your gaze rotating between the two demons.
Barbatos replied, "Young master has a soft spot for you. If anyone will be able to calm him down or even eat his pickles, it's you."
You took a deep breath, a risky yet intruiging plan forming in your head. "Please don't hold this against me." You muttered to Barbatos.
Barbatos threw you a curious glance before simply nodding.
You fixed a sultry gaze and Lord Diavolo and walked closer to him with your hips swinging teasingly. You saw his adam's apple bob up and down as his eyes widened ever so slightly, unable to tear his eyes away from your nearing form.
"MC..?" He managed to splutter.
"Shh, shh, it's alright now.." You spoke to him soothingly, putting your index finger on his lips. He looked up at you in awe, his amber eyes sparkling.
"What are you-?" he tried to ask you when you slyly pushed his chair back and made your way gently onto his lap. You caressed his warm cheek with adoration, your gaze never faltering.
"You're such a strong, powerful and handsome demon, My Lord", you grinned, licking your lips, "You have nothing to fear."
Lord Diavolo's eyes drifted to your moist lips for a second, "'I know.." he agreed absentmindedly, his big hands finding their way onto your waist.
"So why wouldn't you at least try a pickle for me? The pickle cannot be stronger than you, Diavolo.." you breathed out, wrapping your arms around Diavolo's neck, your face so close to his you could feel his quickened breathing on your skin.
"Uh-huh.." he nodded with a dazed gaze, "Will I get a reward from you if I manage to eat one?" he asked, so tempted to just throw you on to the dining table and kiss you absolutely everywhere. That's just the effect you had on the demons around you.
You chuckled, "If you're a good boy", you got closer to his ear, "I guess I could make it worth your while." you whispered into Diavolo's ear, feeling a shiver run down his spine.
Diavolo was just putty in your hand, not moving as his hands trembled slighlty from holding back from you.
With another dark chuckle, you took one of the pickles from the table. You felt Diavolo's body tense up at the sight of the green monster of a food.
"Be a good boy for me, won't you?" you gently pushed the pickle against Diavolo's lips, but his mouth remained sealed, "Come on, just the tip?" you winked, watching the blush grow darker on Diavolo's cheeks.
Diavolo shyly gave the picke a small lick, a disgusted look forming on his face right afterwards as he pulled further from you. You needed to work harder to get him to take a bite.
You felt something hard pressing agains your ass, so you ever so slightly grinded your ass against the hardness. Diavolo left out a surprised gasp and you realized that that was your moment to strike.
You quickly pushed the pickle into Diavolo's mouth, who froze and just stared at you with wide eyes, refusing to bite down.
"Good boy... Now you just need to finish..." you spoke huskily, running your free hand through Diavolo's red hair. Diavolo just shook his head, unable to speak due to the circumstances.
"Hm, want me to show you how to do it?" you smirked before you wrapped your pretty little lips around the girthy pickle. You kept your eyes on Diavolo, who was looking at you with growing interest.
You tried to speak despite your mouth being filled, only scrambled words coming out of your mouth, as if you were gagging onto something. With a challenging and heated gaze, you took more of the pickle into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing around it. Diavolo's grip on your waist suddenly felt tighter.
And you pulled slightly back before taking even more of the pickle in, hooking Diavolo even further into the moment before...
You took a large bite of the pickle before pulling back, chewing it with grace, letting a little bit of the juice run down your chin as you smiled wickedly at the demon prince.
"It your turn, handsome", you said after swallowing, "Remember, I promised to reward you afterwards.." you reminded him, licking your lips again.
This time, Diavolo nodded enhusiastically before taking the smallest possible bite of the pickle in his mouth. You removed the rest of the pickle, making sure he swallowed the whole bite.
Diavolo swallowed with a thoughtful look on his face, "That must have been the sweetest pickle I've ever tasted."
"Does that mean you liked it?" you snickered.
"Goodness, no! It was still disgusting... But more bearable than usually." he admitted with genuine surprise in his voice.
"Hm, maybe I'll try and feed you more often~" you shrugged before getting up, Diavolo's grasp on your having loosened due to his surprising reaction to pickles.
"Hey, where do you think you're going? You promised to reward me!" Diavolo shouted after you, shifting uncomfortably at his seat.
"I'll reward you.. Tonight. I just have to grab something from the House of Lamentation!" you replied cheerfully, walking back to Barbatos. During all this time he had just stood there, watching you, but now he had found a silver tray from somewhere and was holding it in front of his crotch, avoiding your gaze.
"Do you need help with something else, Barbatos?" you smiled at him and brushed away a stray strand of his hair. His breathing hitched at the contact.
"N-No, thank you for your service, MC." Barbatos quickly replied, trying so hard to keep his composure.
"No problem! You know I love to serve.." you trailed off for a second, biting your lower lip seductively, "If you need my help, you know you can call me any time.." you spoke lowly and winked at the demon butler, brushing your arm against his arm as you walked past him, out of the dining room.
Barbatos hated to see you go, but loved to watch you leave, his eyes glued to your swaying ass in a trance. Lord Diavolo creeped up to him, also looking after you with a forlorn look.
"MC is really something else, aren't they? Maybe I should just give them an A from seductive speechcraft as default?" Diavolo chuckled.
Barbatos turned to look at Diavolo, not having noticed him walk up to him. Both men were deeply aware in of the state they were both in but neither of them spoke up about it.
"Young Master, may I join your reward ceremony tonight?" Barbatos asked very quietly, not sure if he actually wanted Diavolo to pick up on his question or not.
Luckily or unluckily for him, Diavolo had an amazing sense of hearing, "What?! It's my reward for eating a pickle!" he scoffed.
"You only ate a small bite, not an entire pickle, My Lord", Barbatos reminded him, "Furthermore, both MC and I worked hard together to get this result. I pulled my own weight."
"You haven't done anything to sway my opinion, that was all MC." Diavolo shook his head in disapproval.
"I've tried to get you to eat pickles for hundreds of years, My Lord, just let me have this one victory." Barbatos smiled forcibly.
"Well, then you're just a loser." Diavolo blew a raspberry at Barbatos, causing the butler to gasp.
"Where are your manners, Young Lord?!" Barbatos complained, horrified of Diavolo's childish antics.
"W Diavolo, L Barbatos!" Diavolo proclaimed, "And I'm getting lucky tonight, no cap! Maybe some Netflix and chill..."
"Stop talking like Leviathan this instant. It is highly inappropriate for a prince." Barbatos cut Diavolo off.
"Oooh, someone is salty!" Diavolo chuckled, "But seriously, if you want to join... I guess we can ask MC." a dark grin formed on his face.
Barbatos raised his eyebrows in amusement, "I'm positive they won't say no, my lord."
I haven't had time to write because of life getting in the way so I've resigned to shitposting. I'll try and get some asks done this week but I can't promise anything :(
Ps. I just read my first fictional book in a while.. Man I missed reading non-acamedic texts (other than fanfics haha). It was The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid.
I love your posts with TSwift songs (and all your posts really, your writing is amazing) and I was wondering if you’d be interested in scenarios for the characters based on some of those songs? I understand if that doesn’t interest you or sounds like a lot! But if any specific song really inspires you for a certain character I would love to see a drabble or such based off it! <3
Thank you for your request and your compliment! :)
I've certainly thought about these before! I'll write two here for now and might some day post more if I get some inspiration or people ask for more.. I do love Taylor's music and they fit SO MANY situations.
I honestly do not know how to write drabbles or anything extra short so these are a bit longer but nothing too much.
Taylor Swift inspired oneshots
The Way I Loved You
Pairing: Mammon x MC x Lucifer
Warnings: Angst, cursing, an unhappy relationship
You were getting ready for a feast held by Lord Diavolo, nervously pulling on your clothes while watching your figure from the mirror. On the background you could see Asmodeus rummaging through his vanity, trying to find the perfect eyeshadow palette for his look for tonight while humming to himself.
Tonight you would walk through the castle gates arms linked with Lucifer. It was the first time you two would be walking together in public as a couple and you were sure Lucifer was looking forward to showing you off like some beautiful trophy he had won over.
"So what's being with Lucifer is like, dear?" Asmodeus broke off your trance with a lighthearted questions as he finally found what he was looking for and started to apply the beautiful rosy shimmer onto his eyelids. You met his gaze in the mirror before your gaze dropped to the ground, figuring out what would be the best way to answer his question.
"Well, Lucifer.. He is sensible and so incredible, and I'm sure all my single friends are jealous," you chuckled, a small yet somehow forced smile playing your lips. You risked another glance to Asmodeus and noticed that he was giving you a sceptical look.
"What makes him so incredible then?" Asmodeus challenged you, although his tone was still playful and sweet, far from the weight of his question. He was the only person in your life who probably knew everything about your love life since arriving to Devildom after all.
"He says everything I need to hear and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better!" you chirped, clapping your hands together once, "I'll go check if he's ready to go. Try and finish up soon!" you sleekly excused yourself as you left Asmodeus' room, waltzing out with the graceful elegancy you had managed to learn just to please and appease Lucifer.
[Time skip]
Lucifer opened the car door for you and helped you in the limousine like the gentleman he is, seating himself right next to you. As the car started to move, he leaned in closer to your ear and whispered into it, "You look beautiful tonight.." barely audibly enough for you to hear.
And you felt perfectly fine. But it didn't make your heart flutter or stomach make flips, not like the great authors always describe love to be like in their immortal stories. As you looked around the other brothers who were also sitting in the limousine, you couldn't help but feel a like something was missing.
[Flashback]
"Mammon! Slow down!" You screamed while Mammon pulled you with him, running like his life depended on it. It was both frightening and exciting, knowing that if you stopped now, you'd probably face dire consequences.
"Can't! I'll carry ya if ya get tired!" Mammon yelled back, risking a glance at your face. You were smiling, even in a sitation like this. Your smile was one of the things Mammon loved the most in this world.
"You're such an idiot, Mammon!" you giggled playfully as adrenaline was running through your veins, making you feel so high you were sure you'd going to pop at any second now.
Luckily thanks to Mammon's incredible speed you were able to create enough distance between you and your chaser to slip into a hiding place. Mammon pulled you against his chest, shushing you to keep quiet as you both listened to fast footsteps rushing past your hiding spot.
"We did it, MC! Now I can sell this for-" Mammon cheered but failed to notice the lovestruck look on your face seconds before you crashed your lips against his, pulling him into a passionate kiss. After his brief shock Mammon reciprocated the kiss, his hands snaking around your waist as he desperately pulled your body even closer to his, his whole face flushed.
"I love you, Mammon!" you proclaimed after parting from him, your eyes gleaming with pure and unfiltered joy.
"... Right back at ya, MC.." Mammon mumbled, ashamed and face red like a tomato, but refusing to let go of you.
[Flashback end]
After arriving to the Demon Lord's castle Lucifer let you to your own devices, to mingle and catch up with your friends. He respects your space like that. He's not clinging to you every second, not following you around like a lost puppy, not the way he had used to.
He had told you he'd meet you again in thirty minutes. And like clockwork, thirty minutes later he was by your side like a ghost, his hand pressing against the small of your back gently but affirmingly.
And that's when he started to introduce you to the aristocrats of Devildom, showing you off and complimenting how well you had assimilated to Devildom despite being a human. Running into Lord Diavolo and Barbatos, he took a glass of Demonus Barbatos was carrying around on a tray and talked about business related ventures with Diavolo for a good few minutes before Diavolo turned his interetested gaze to you.
"So, what's your impression on Lucifer now that you've been dating for a while?" Diavolo questioned with a playful grin and you felt Lucifer fixing an intrigued look to you as well. You felt yourself growing smaller under their demanding looks, clearing your throat as you forced yourself to say something.
"He's charming and endearing and I'm.. Comfortable." you smiled politely, trying to hide the fact that your throat was absolutely dry from the pairs of eyes looking straight at you. It had run dry the moment Diavolo had brough up your feelings towards Lucifer. Lucifer seemed happy enough with your answer but behind him you saw Barbatos and Diavolo exchange worried glances.
[Flashback]
"You're such a dick, Mammon!" you cried out while speed-walking away from him, unshed tears glistening in your eyes. Mammon was following you like a predator, but his behavior seemed like more common to a prey; he was shaking, whimpering and apologetic.
"I didn't mean to, I swear!" Mammon whined as he was trying to get ahold of you, but every time his hand reached out to take yours, you pulled away. The weather seemed to feel your bubbling and overflowing emotions as it started to rain.
"You knew what you were doing! And you don't even feel any remorse! Fuck you!" You screamed from the top of you lungs, knowing that outrunning the avatar of greed was nearly impossible, yet you would've rather died than stop running.
"I said I'm sorry! I just needed the money! I was desperate!" the white-haired demon tried to explain himself, trying to come up with any excuses to make you halt and open up your arms for him again.
"And I was apparently desperate enough to fall for a thief like you!" you bawled, "I hate you, Mammon!"
Suddenly you didn't hear another pair of footsteps running after you. You heard no words of objection falling from Mammon's lips either. The silence made you stop and turn around, but all you saw was an expressionless yet a broken man standing in front of you, not daring to meet your eyes.
"If ya hate me... I have no reason to stay here... Ya were the only one who wanted me around, who liked me for me, who accepted me... If ya hate me, I'd better just leave and make everyone else's lives easier..." Mammon finally spoke, his voice trembling as he balled his fists, both determined and uncertain.
"Mammon, I-" you tried to speak up but choked after remembering your previous anger towards the demon. Before you could pull yourself together again, Mammon had turned into his demon form and flown away.
You fell to the ground, tears finally pouring out of your eyes as you started to hod you your knees, hoping for some miracle to come and whisk you back to your place in the human world or at least finish up your miserable life so you didn't have to return to House of Lamentation anymore. You knew Mammon wasn't there anymore, nor was he going to come back, so what was the point of returning there anyway?
But that miracle never came. The only thing that came was the night, and followed by that Lucifer, and as the morning star he was, he carried you home before dawn. You could see from his face he had been worried. You knew he was feeling lonely too. You knew Mammon was gone. Maybe that is what drove you to the situation you found yourself to be in the next following months..
[Flashback end]
And as you were gathered around the banquet, eating away, all you wished was Mammon to walk through those grand tall doors and whisk you away, take you wherever he had been these past three months.
Because no one told jokes the same way Mammon did. Because no one made you feel special quite like Mammon did. Because no one had as many wild stories and adventures as Mammon had.
Lucifer couldn't tell apart the smiles you were faking from the ones that were right and real. Neither could Lucifer tell how your heart had stopped from breaking; not because you weren't heartbroken, but just because you felt nothing at all these days. Because no one made you feel as much and quite as strong as Mammon had made you feel.
In your wildest dreams, Mammon would be the prince in a shining armor, saving you from this emotional death, But Mammon is no prince; how could one make a prince out of a thief? Lucifer was more prince-like than Mammon. Could the wrong prince still be your prince? Happy endings for the princess and the thief only exist in fairytales, never in real life.
But maybe Mammon could be like a wild rogue with dashing looks that would steal you away from these wrong arms you had found yourself to be sleeping in every night? You could just pretend that happy endings like that exist, up until the moment the prince and his men with pitchforks and torches find you and burn you both to the ground. At least then you'd still have each other.
Mammon might have been wild and crazy, frustrating, intoxicating and complicated, but now you'd give anything just to see him once more. He really got away by some cursed mistake. A sudden inspiration hit you. You quickly got a pen from your bag and began to scribble a poem into your napkin.
I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain
It's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name
So in love that I acted insane
And that's the way I loved you
Breaking down and coming undone
It's a roller coaster kinda rush
And I never knew I could feel that much
And that's the way I loved you'
You vowed to yourself that if you were ever to see Mammon again, you'd be sure to give this poem to him. But for now, all you had to return to was Lucifer and his cold and hard bed.
A/N: I know I haven't done Fearless yet but I've been just listening to this song a LOT lately. Also this fanfic kinda ends like 'Our Song', doesn't it? 'I grabbed a pen and an old napkin / And I wrote down our song'..
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Wildest Dreams
Pairing: Diavolo x MC
Warnings: Suggestive themes, some angst, the song talks about the singer wearing a dress and red lipstick which obviously do not inherently mean anything but it might break the illusion of gender-neutral for some
The prince of Devildom had invited you to yet another one-on-one meeting at the castle, the type of hangouts he had invited you on more on more frequently. Even Barbatos wasn't supposed to interrupt those meetings unless in a case of a real emergency.
And you knew why. One couldn't really call those professional meetings. It seemed more like from some type of Harlequin novel. Usually the meetings ended with kisses and caresses rather than any formal goodbyes. It was just so hard to keep away when the prince was so eager to show his gratitude.
Today however, when you arrived at the castle, you found the prince wearing something way more casual from his usual clothes. A simple button up, with the top three buttons unbuttoned, and sleek dress pants. If you didn't know him, you would assume him to be just anybody. You had to admit, the way the shirt was hugging his muscular torso caused you to check him out, up and down more than once.
When the prince noticed you, a wide smile formed onto his lips as he walked up to you, taking your hands in his, "Let's get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds." he finally spoke up, his eyes sparkling with michief and adoration.
And you couldn't deny his request, so he lead you to one of his cars, one with tinted windows and a spacious backseat, helping you in like a proper gentleman. Instead of calling for one one his chauffeurs, he sat himself behind the wheel.
"You can drive?" you questioned, unable to hide your surprise.
"Sure I can. It's just been a while." Diavolo grinned as he started the car, his foot excited to press the gas pedal. As he sped off from the castle grounds, you thought that heaven couldn't help you now.
And then Diavolo rested one of his hands on your thigh and gave it a firm squeeze, causing you to blush. 'Nothing lasts forever.. But this is gonna take me down'. You thought to yourself, your excitement overflowing as a giggle.
For most of the drive, you kept stealing glances at Lord Diavolo. 'He's to tall and handsome as hell..' you thought as your eyes traveled down his sharp jawline, down to his toned and well-formed arms.
As you went through the glove box to find a water bottle, you instead found his hidden stash of hidden condoms 'He's so bad but he does it so well..' you bit your lip, anticipating the few days ahead of the two of you two as you pressed your thighs togehter.
After hours of driving, you finally arrived at your destination, alive and unscathed despite your initial doubts. It was an idyllic town in the southern part of the Devildom, with a similar type of charisma with the old towns around the Mediterranian sea. Diavolo parked his car in front of a luxorious hotel, wrapping his arms around your waist as he faced you with a charming smirk.
"Here we are, MC. No one needs to know who we are, why we are here.." he mumbled huskily, his right hand beginning to caress your cheek.
"With all due respect, Dia, you're a prince. Of course demons round here will recognize you!" you protested against his words, but not against his touch.
"I'll wear sunglasses." Diavolo chuckled and fished a pair of sunglasses from his pockets, putting them on. You couldn't help but laugh at his pitiful attempt at diguising his true identity.
"Why would you need sunglasses here anyway? We're in the Devildom!" you jested playfully. Dia just grinned and picked you up bridal style, leaving you screaming in surprise, "Dia!"
Diavolo silenced you with a quick kiss before carrying you inside the hotel, bringing you to the extravagant suite he had rented out just for you two.
"You're so right.. No one has to know what we do.." You purred into his ear and wrapped your legs around his waist as he laid you down onto the comfortable bed, looking down at you with unbridled passion and desire.
[Time skip]
You were lying on top of Diavolo's chiseled chest, your flushed skin pressed against his hot and bare body. Your clothes were scattered around the room and Diavolo was running his hand absentmindedly through your hair.
"You're gorgeous..." Diavolo muttered into your ear, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. He peppered your sensitive neck and jawline with kisses, his hot breath making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. His voice was so familiar, yet so enticing.
'Nothing lasts forever,' you thought as you sat up and threw Diavolo a heated glance, straddling him again, 'But this is getting good now..' you threw your head back as you grinded yourself against Diavolo's adonis' belt. Diavolo grunted approvingly, his eyes fixed on your nude form. You leaned down to press a kiss on Diavolo's lips, feeling his tongue slip in between you lips to take its rightful claim.
[Time skip]
You two attended a local masquarade one of the local aristocratic demons was holding. It was the perfect little getaway; you two could go practically undetected thanks to your masks and have all the fun any other aristocratic demon could have without any princely duties to hold them back.
Diavolo had prepared beforehand, bringing outfits and masks with him for the both of you. Diavolo's outfit was red, black and cold while yours was the opposite, turqoise, white and silver. Both of your masks were rather covert yet elegant.
The orchestra was playing a beautiful elegand piece with strings and a sea of people were talking as you entered the manor stealthily. And for once in his life, Diavolo got to show you off in front of everyone and have all the fun he could without facing any blows to his reputation.
You danced the night away, lost in each other's eyes. You fed each other food from the buffet, drank Demonus and kept sneaking off for short makeout sessions here and there. You were like two teenagers, drunkenly in love, not seeing much far behind or much forwards into the future. All that mattered was the present moment and the intensity of your feelings. Forgetting about years of loneliness, years of discipline, years of isolation; Diavolo was free for the first time in forever to call someone his and be someone else's. Just for that night.
Because everything had to change eventually. But tonight was a night to remember, so you two had to dance while the music still went on.
You were sharing an intimate slow dance with each other, your foreheads pressed together and eyes closed, when you breathed out the words you had been holding in for a long time, "Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe.." you muttered against Diavolo's lips, leaning against him with a blissful smile on your face.
Diavolo pressed you closer against him ad you two swayed along the to the music, just like your feet were made ouf ot starlight, "I would never forget you. Never." he promised, opening his eyes just the slightest just to catch a glimpse of your beautiful expression. You truly looked like an angel in his eyes.
"Red lips and rosy cheeks," you whispered as you could practically feel Diavolo's eyes moving from your cheeks down to your lips, "Say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams.." you managed to let out your wish before Diavolo couldn't no longer hold back, spun your around dramatically before his lips claimed yours once again.
It was truly a whirlwind of a romance, in an uninspiring town, between to unknown partycrashers. But the romance couldn't survive forever between the faces behind the masks you were both wearing.
[Time skip]
"Sweetie, you have to come. Lord Diavolo wants you to be there.." Asmodeus sighed as he attempted to wipe away your mascara-stained tears that were streaming down your cheeks.
"I don't want to go! You know I can't bare to see him- with her-" you sobbed desperately, your whole frame just shaking.
"I know," Asmodeus nodded understandingly, "Hon, I'm sure Diavolo didn't fully want this either, but this has been a long time coming." he squeezed your shoulder with a sad smile etched upon his lips.
"He should've said no! He should've stood up against his father! If he really ever loved me, he would've-" you broke down again, slumping against the avatar of lust. Asmodeus sighed, wrapping his hands around you in a soothing manner.
"He can't say no to his father. He was gone for so long, and now he's back - and his only wish was to see his son marry that demoness. Diavolo couldn't bare to disappoint his father like that." Asmodeus tried to explain, but the words fell flat, you having heard them so many times before from so many different sets of lips. The only one who hadn't answered your pitiful pleas was Diavolo himself.
"I just want to go home..." you cried against Asmodeus' shoulder, trembling. Asmodeus petted your head comfortingly, shushing you gently.
"I'll make you look so beautiful tonight Lord Diavolo won't know where to look... It might not change his mind, but at least he'll know what he is losing.." he vowed quietly into your ear, knowing that while he isn't the one that has the ability to piece your heart back together, he can start the job by rebuilding your confidence and self-worth.
And so you two spent a good two hours getting you ready to attend Lord Diavolo's engagement dinner, Asmodeus dolling you up with the best of his abilities and products, which were in all honesty heaven-sent. You looked like a celestial being by the time you were ready, your skin glowing like the sun, your eyes accentuated by beautiful eye makeup, your lips full and plump and your hair falling perfectly around your face, framing it and tying the look all together.
You wore colors that were known to be Diavolo's favorites. Red, black and gold. Just like the colors he had worn that night at the masquarade, the secret between the two of you. There was no way you weren't going to overshadow Diavolo's bride-to-be with the meal you were about to bring to that engagement dinner table. You would be burning it down. That demoness wouldn't even see what was coming.
You were already running late, but what was a better revenge than a dramatic grand entrance with a look that was about to go down in the history of Devildom as the most breathtaking scenery ever? You were rather confident no one would even remember to be angry with you running late once they as much as laid their eyes on you.
And what an entrance it was. You could feel all the eyes on you but the only pair of eyes you sought for in that grand banquet hall were those familiar amber eyes you had found yourself getting lost at every goddamn night for this past year or so.
In the corner, an old jukebox was playing. As you walked closer to your designated seat, arms linked with Asmodeus and your eyes locked with Diavolo's, a familiar tune from the human world played.
'You'll see me in hindsight / tangled up with you all night / burning it down'
You could feel the way Diavolo's eyes scorched you and your figure as Asmodeus helped you into your chair and you returned his kindness by a charming smile and a nod.
On his side, his fiancée just sat there with her mouth hanging open, nearly dropping her champagne flute as her eyes were wide and confused. She was beautiful, yes, and there was no question as to why Diavolo's father chose her to be wedded his son, but for that night, you truly were the castle's centerfold.
'Someday when you leave me / I'll bet these memories / follow you around'
You risked a glance at the rest of the guests, noticing faint blushes and surprised looks on their faces. But rather quickly you grew uninterested to their reactions and moved your attention coyly back to Lord Diavolo, batting your eyelashes at him oh-so-innocently. He was gripping the table and even from that far away, you could see his hands were trembling.
"Forgive us for running so late. Perfection just takes time." Asmodeus spoke up with an overly-friendly tone, throwing Lord Diavolo a knowing smile. But Lord Diavolo didn't pay the cocky demon much mind, his attention targeted towards you as his face grew hotter and hotter.
'Say you'll remember me / standing in a nice dress / staring at the sunset, babe'
Your eyes stayed glued to Lord Diavolo's eyes as well, challenging him to make his move after your grand entrance. But there he sat, slack-jawed and visibly flustered. Suddenly to his left, a sob could be heard. Everyone moved their attention to Lord Diavolo's sweetheart, who had tears in her eyes.
"We all know you fancy them, but you're MINE. Get over them! They're just a human, a temporal toy for you to enjoy and throw away. That's all humans are good for anyway!" the demoness threw an well-manicured accusatory finger to your direction, her words full of venom and anger.
Before you could even react, one by one, all of the brothers you had been living with stood up for you.
"That was a low blow. A demoness of your status should have more class than that." Satan snarked, glaring at the mad woman.
"MC is our friend. You're not." Beelzebub grumbled, his mouth still full of food.
"Find someone of your own power-level to bully, you wench!" Mammon growled, nearly transforming into his demon form.
"Do you have any last wishes?" Belphegor mumbled as he smiled creepily at the woman, wide awake for once. He had a knife in his hands.
"You're even more idiotic than Mammon if you thought you could shift our opinion on MC!" Leviathan declared, receiving a dirty look from the fore-mentioned demon brother.
"It's great that you showed your true colors right now and not after securing the bag. You might be rather beautiful, but your insides are ugly and rotten." Asmodeus snickered, clearly enjoying the drama.
"..." Lucifer was the last brother sitting, his hands crossed. Then, just as you were losing hope, he too stood up and stared straight up at Diavolo, addressing him instead of the demoness, "Lord Diavolo, please reconsider marrying this woman. I know your father is all for the union, but I cannot see her making you happy. And I am one of the demons that knows you the best, yes?" He stated calmly, his words icy.
'Red lips and rosy cheeks / say you'll see me again / even if it's just pretend'
Diavolo's fiancée's face had gone pale as she sat there, her expression twisting with horror and embarrassment. You stared at Lord Diavolo with your heart beating wildly against your ribcage, looking for any type of reaction, but his face was unreadable for what felt like an eternity.
"Young master. Just trust your gut. It shall not fail you now." Barbatos aired his neutral opinion, but that seemed to be just the right push that Lord Diavolo had required. After hearing his butler out, Lord Diavolo nodded with a serious expression before standing up.
"I have always prided myself to be an honest, trustworthy man. Someone who could make a rightful ruler, somone who could be everyone else's foundation," Diavolo spoke, his voice firm and steady, "But I haven't been as honest as I've always thought myself to be. I had lied, hid away, lived in pretend. And all I can do is to bow down and ask for your forgiveness with the promise that I'll do better in the future." he continued, his eyes finally meeting yours, but just for a second as he moved his gaze along to someone else.
After a brief pause, he turned to look at his fiancée, "One of my biggest dreams has been to unite the three realms. To patch up any divides between them, so we could all live equally and in no fear of each other. And that is still a huge value I uphold," he went on, his voice gowing more and more cool, "And I simply cannot see how I would be able to achieve that dream with a queen by my side who views humanity like that. You are no philantropist. You're just a cold-blooded, merciless, power-hungry golddigger. Therefore I am annulling our engagement and I have to ask you to leave the court immediately."
The demoness didn't even try to protest, but just stood up and began to run away from the banquet hall, head in her hands as she wailed. But before she could run out, she ran into Barbatos. Dumbfounded, she looked back up at the demon butler. Barbatos just smiled at her politely.
"You forgot to return the ring, your greediness." Barbatos spat out as he stretched out his hand, palm upwards, quietly telling her to place the ring in his waiting hand. The woman let out an agonizing screech before taking off the ring and just slamming it to Barbatos' hand before storming out angrily. The demon king hurried after her while throwing menacing glances at you, the brothers, Barbatos and Diavolo.
As you stood up from the table, your head still spinning after everything that had taken place, you failed to notice a tall figure making his way towards you from behind. You didn't hear or see anything before you heard Asmodeus gasping, looking somewhere behind you.
When you turned around, you came face to face with Lord Diavolo, tears in his eyes. In one of his hands he was holding an opened red velvet box, with a ring twice as grand as the one he had given to the demoness., offering it to you.
"I understand if you never want to see me again.. But for me, I've always known you're the one I want to be with. I just never realized I could get the chance to.. Be so happy.." Lord Diavolo spoke, his voice broken and apologetic as his lips trembled. Yet, within all of that sorrow, there was also a glimmer of hope, one that never died, even when he had been so sure a life with you was completely out of his reach, "I don't only want to remember you in my wildest dreams, because you are my wildest dream."
A/N: This was meant to have an unhappy ending but I couldn't go through with it in the end. Anyway, can you spot references to any other songs by Taylor OR other artists in this one? ;) The first one had a few but these ones were more intetional. I hope you guys liked these! xx
How do you think the brothers (of your choice) would react to finding out their s/o does lewd voice acting/ draws nsfw art for people?
OBEY ME! BROTHERS WITH S/O WHO DOES LEWD VOICE ACTING AND DRAWS NSFW ART FOR PEOPLE
Thank you for your request and sorry for taking so long! I did all the brothers but some of them are much shorter than the others, sorry about that!
I also got a positive corona test result for the first time- I guess I have five days off of school and work now. Honestly, so far it seems kinda like a normal flu, except my sense of taste and appetite are gone. I don't know how much energy I'll have to write though.
SLIGHT NSFW UP AHEAD! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
This man knows everything I swear-
He probably knew about your interest and hobby before you started dating. Maybe it was in your files, maybe he heard you recording something lewd, maybe he found your account? Who knows, this man is good at hiding his tracks when needed.
He doesn't talk to you about it though, not at first at least. He just sees it as a hobby like any other.
Although he is a bit scared for your safety if any lower demons finds out about it so he keeps maybe a little bit closer eye on you.
When you two start dating, he slowly starts to drop hints at you about him knowing about your little hobby.
The hints are quite sleek though so no one else understands what he's talking about.
Lucifer likes fine art and while your art isn't generally classed as 'fine art', he still thinks it's nice that you have a creative streak.
You two tend to get into little challenges where both of you try to seduce the other with some dirty talk, Lucifer wins more often than not.
Mammon won't know about your interests unless you talk about it with him.
The whole house might know before him.
Most likely he only learnt about it after you two started actually dating.
When he first finds out about your hobby, he gets all flustered and embarrassed.
At first he wants you to stop doing it, getting all jealous that other people would hear your lewd voice acting and see your suggestive art.
But then he realizes that this could be a good money revenue (for him) so he starts to try and monopolize it.
He demands to get a cut from any money you'll be making and tells you how to market your work better (not for free though)
He's still slightly jealous but at least he's making money.
If you don't want to give him money, he'll just grumble and complain, telling you to at least spend some of your money on him.
Might try and learn to do those things himself to make his own money. The problem is.. He's not the greatest artist and his tsundere nature makes his voice acting performances... Not work for everyone.
When Leviathan first found out about your interest in lewd voice acting and drawing nsfw art, he was both intrigued and intimidated.
He probably stumbled upon it himself before you even started dating, seeing how much time he spends on the internet.
He found your hobby super cool! It wasn't like he had never watched lewd videos or seen nsfw fanart but it still felt somewhat intimidating to see YOU doing those things.
We all know he isn't the most confident and straigthforward guy so at first he was too embarrassed to bring it up.
He really wanted you to talk to him with your lewd voice- or maybe draw nsfw art of Ruri-chan- But he was too embarrassed to ask you.
So he sent you an anonymous commission request and a hefty sum of money for your services, thinking he was sleek, when in reality it was really obvious the request was from his.
Something like: 'Can you voice act you seducing and degrading a demon who is also easily envious and an otaku?' or 'Can you draw nsfw fanart of Ruri-chan where she is getting tail-fucked by a sea serpent-like demon?'
It is up to you if you confront him about that but if you do, he'll get all red-faced and deny it, unable to look you into your eyes.
When you two start dating, he slowly gets more comfortable around you. He gets so aroused when you talk to him with your lewd voice, it's one of his favorite things to do in the bedroom.
He also starts to draw nsfw art with you so you can share a hobby. Honestly, Leviathan is not a bad drawer so it works out fine.
Satan figures out your hobby rather quickly, being both perceptive and smart.
He's somewhat intrigued but doesn't honesly think too much about it. He just overall likes when people find a thing that they're passionate about.
But if you roleplay as a cat and talk lewdly to him, he's hooked.
He would probably correct you on your anatomy if he noticed something off with it.
He might be a bit critical about things sometimes but he does that because he believes in your abilities and just wants you to be able to reach your full potential.
This man was SO excited when he learnt about your "dirty" hobby!
The minute he found out he was clinging to you, teasing you and suggesting all the ways he could ~inspire~ you with your art form.
He also wants to be part of this! Maybe he could do some nude modelling for you? Or maybe you could voice act together? He would be a natural.
Wants you to draw him all the time. For free, of course! It should be an honor to draw someone beautiful as him.
Asmo would probably be able to give you some solid tips on dirty talking too for your lewd voice acting. What angle do you want to take? Cute and innocent? Seductive with alluring sex appeal? He can do it all.
But honestly he would be such a big supporter of your art and creativity, constantly complimenting you and giving you pep talks.
Beelzebub is kinda slow figuring out about your hobby too. He's probably going to hear about it from Belphegor or straight from the source, aka you.
Overall, he doesn't really mind it. As long as doing it makes you happy and you like it, he's cool with it.
But then again, he doesn't show a huge amount of interest either. He'll let you talk about it and show you your art though all you want!
The only way to get him to show real interest is if you can somehow combine food with your interests. Then he's totally into it!
Doesn't really understand art that much, but will compliment everything you show him.
Belphegor found out about your interest one evening when you were drawing in the attic while he was napping. He usually liked to fall asleep on you drawing, but this time he had stayed awake long enough to see what you were making.
When he saw you were drawing something nsfw, he was first surprised but then a shit-eating grin appeared on his face.
Immediately started to tease you about it, slowly wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder while whispering things into your ear, commenting your piece and questioning what exactly was going on inside your mind.
But honestly, after the initial surprise, he'll just be really chill with it, save for occasional teasing. He still likes to fall asleep to the sound of you drawing and now can and will do it when you're voice acting too. Just having you beside him and hearing you in a way or another helps him sleep better, no matter what you do.
Although sometimes your voice and drawings make their way to his dreams which can cause some side effects, so are you ready to take responsibility and do something about it?
Obey Me! Side characters meeting MC's desceased loved one
This is the second part of a request I got. I'm not sure if the person wanted a side characters' version but I like writing them to here I go again!
I hope these don't come across as disrespectful in any way. That is not my intention in the slightest. The same warnings apply as before.
TW: mentions of death, causes of death, meantions of drugs.. Nothing too graphic though.
[Brothers' vers.] HERE
You were eating dinner with Diavolo, just gazing at each other lovingly while occasionally remembering to take a bite out of your meals.
You were very much in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but Diavolo already knew what he wanted your future together to hold. And what Diavolo wants, that he gets.
So, while you were chewing onto your food, Diavolo spoke up.
"I want to talk to your parents. I want to ask for their permission to court and marry you." Diavolo stated non-chalantly, as if he hadn't just dropped a huge bomb onto your head. You nearly choked on your food at his comment.
"You want.. What?!" You asked after managing to swallow the food you were eating. Your face was red, either from blushing or nearly choking to death.
Diavolo just chucked at your reaction, finding it rather amusing, "You heard me right. I want to talk to your parents about my plans to marry you."
You thought about it for a moment, trying to compose yourself. Diavolo, the literal prince of Devildom, had just spoken up about his intentions to marry you, a measely human.
"There might be.. One problem.." You mumbled quietly, not daring to meet Diavolo's eyes.
"What is it, dear? I'm sure I can fix it." Diavolo promised you, reaching out to take your hand, squeezing it.
"My mom.. She's dead." you sighed, your eyes filling up with tears as your own words felt like an arrow piercing your heart.
"Oh.." Diavolo gasped, surprised, "I'm so sorry for your loss.. What about your father, then?" Diavolo continued to question you. You shook your head.
"It's been my mom and I since I was born. My father didn't stick around." you admitted, looking down at your lap.
Diavolo stayed quiet for a moment, "That is alright. I just wanted to be proper and introduce myself, but.. We don't need anyone's permission to get married." Diavolo quickly got himself together and stated with a hearty laugh. You smiled at your lap, still feeling Diavolo's warm and big hand interlaced with yours.
That vey same night after you had left the castle, Diavolo decided to take matters into his own hands. He wouldn't be able to bring your mother back to life, no, but he if anyone would be able to reach out to her for a little talk. He was the crown prince of demons after all.
Summoning the dead wasn't too difficult for him, and in no time your mother was in the same room with him, still recovering from the sudden disturbance and teleportation.
"Where.. Where am I?" she questioned, blinking rapidly and looking around with widened eyes.
"You're in the Demon Lord's castle, ma'am." Diavolo explained with a gregarious smile.
"I'm.. in Hell?!" the woman suddenly panicked, looking around for an exit. But Diavolo's reflexes were faster than hers and he quickly took the woman by her wrist.
"You needn't fret. Your stay here is temporary and you will be sent back after you've heard me out," he assured her, trying to appear kind, but fear and intimidation was still evident in the woman's eyes, "My name is Diavolo. I'm the future ruler of Devildom."
"S-So you're Satan?" the woman questioned, confused.
"No. Satan is somebody else. You humans do seem to have many misconceptions of demons.." Diavolo let out a drawn out sigh with an amused grin, having heard that many people believe Satan to be the rightful ruler of Hell.
"W-What do you want from me? My soul? Is that it?" the woman questioned, still doubtful.
"Nothing like that. I just wanted to talk to you. You see, I've found myself quite enamoured by your child." Diavolo stayed patient with your mother, not wanting to scare or hurt her.
"My child?! Is MC in Hell?! What are they doing here? Send them home!" your mother shrieked, panic setting in again.
"Ah, well, they partook in my exchange program to help unite the three realms. They were one of our human students we housed. It was not my original plan to fall for them, but I just found myself unable to stay away from them." Diavolo explained.
"So what you are saying is.. You kidnapped my child, forced them to go to your school and NOW you are absolutely obsessed with them?" the woman accused, growing angry.
"No that's not it.. Quite. They came and stayed here by their own free will. They have befriended many demons and angels alike and are well looked after. And I'm not obsessed with them, I just love them." Diavolo tried to convince your mother that his intetions were good.
The woman looked at Diavolo with a hardened expression, "So why was I needed here? Is my child alright?" she finally relented.
"They're perfectly fine. I summoned you here, because, well..." Diavolo took a deep breath; this first meeting had been very bumpy, but he had to take his chances, "I'm planning to properly court and marry your child and I was wishing to ask you for your permission to do so."
The woman's eyes were as big as saucers, her mouth slighly ajar at the revelation, "A demon wants to marry... My child?" she repeated Diavolo's words in disbelief.
"Yes. More than anything. I've never felt this way towards anyone else," Diavolo nodded with a serious expression on his face, "Moreover, your child would have everything they'd ever need or want. I can provide them with anything their heart desires."
"But what if their heart desires to bring me back to life?" the woman asked. That question made Diavolo freeze up. Bringing back the dead was one of the only things that were out of his limits. Not without huge sacrifices at least. Sacrifices that could lead to disturbances and uprisings in all three realms.
"I am sorry.. But I fear that might be out of my bounds." Diavolo hung his head low, feeling defeated.
But to his surprise, your mom reached out to lay her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, "I was just testing you. To see your true intentions. I had a feeling it wouldn't be possible, so I was trying to see if you would either lie.. Or promise to go so far there's no point of return." she assured him with a calming tone.
"So did I pass your test?" Diavolo questioned, looking deep into your mother's eyes again.
She nodded, "Yes, you did. You.. Have my blessings to go forward with your plan. I don't have much choice either way, do I? I'm dead and my child is perfectly capable to make their own decisions. And if they choose to marry you, well, I'm happy for them." and for the first the, the woman smiled.
Diavolo crushed the woman into a tight bear hug, "Thank you so much!" he laughed in pure joy, relieved and ecstatic that she had said yes.
"You're welcome.. My son." your mother called him her son endearingly, as a sign that he's now part of their family. Just the simple word made Diavolo's heart flutter.
Later, when he had already sent your mother back, he kept repeating that word in his head. Son.. He didn't remember his mother, so having someone like her call him her son made him extremely happy and wondering if this is what it felt like to have a mother, even if in reality she was his mother-in-law and dead.
Barbatos wasn't allowed to meddle with the timelines per his Young Master's request. Neither did he really have any real interest to do so; it was much more entertaining to see how things would work out without him controlling the narrative.
Even with his powers and high position in society there were many things out of his control; like the attraction he felt towards you. It is something unspoken, new and unfamiliar to him, but he welcomes this change from the neverchaning stream of events that his ordinary life so far has been filled with.
Sometimes when he had some time to spare, he liked to get to know you better; not by talking to you, but by gazing at your past. Seeing you grow up from a tiny human child into the person you are today has been truly magnificient, especially since Barbatos has never been a child himself.
One scene captivated is attention more than anything else; you visiting an old man every Friday, sitting on his knee, showing off your drawings, telling stories and playing pretend with the smiling old man.
It was truly an endearing scene; the chidlike wonder in your eyes, the gentle look that the man, presumably your grandfather, gave you as you babbled on.
So one time after you had left your grandfather's house, he decided to pay himself a little visit, rebelling against Diavolo's orders. He wanted to meet the man you seemed to carry so much love towards.
Your grandfather was sitting on an armchair, next to a grandfather clock as Barbatos appeared on the armchair next to him.
"Hello, mister. Are you perhaps MC's grandfather?" Barbatos asked politely. The old man turned to look at his, his eyes wide.
"Who are you? Have you come to claim my soul?" he questioned, a hint of worry in his eyes. Barbatos kept his calm demeanor.
"Nothing of that sort. I apologize if I scared you. My name is Barbatos and I am the keeper of time and space." Barbatos introduced himself.
"I am MC's grandfather, yes. What do you mean by... Keeper of time and space?" your grandfather requested some much needed clarification.
Barbatos kept quiet for a moment, thinking whether it was safe to explain that to the old man. After a moment of thinking he decided to indulge the man, knowing he wouldn't be around to tell the story many years longer, "I keep track of timelines and might interfere with them if so needed. I'm really not from your time or space, but just found myself intrigued by your presence and influence on little MC."
"How do you know my little MC?" your grandfather questions, raising an eyebrow.
" We're..." Barbatos thought about how to describe your relationship for a moment, "From the same circle." He finally stated, not wanting to use the word friend without your consent, especially knowing how he feels towards you without you knowing about it.
"Well, they must be special to you, seeing you came here for them just to talk to me." the old man laughed, leaving Barbatos slightly flustered on the inside, not that you could see it from his face, "But how do I know you're not lying to me? What year is it in your time?" the man challenges Babratos.
"In human world years it's 2022, sir." Barbatos replied impeccably.
"Hmm.. As far as I know, it's 2007. Well, what kind of major world events take place between 2007-2022?" the old man nodded his head slowly, taking in the answer and trying to wrap his head around Barbatos' answer.
Babratos begins to tell about the pandemic, differets wars and conflicts that have taken place, about terrorist attacks and the financial crisis of 2007-2008.
"Very well.. I guess I'll have to wait and see whether your predictions come true." your grandfather looked thoughtfully at his hands, "Can you tell me something about my death?"
Barbatos falls silent. Of course he has seen it. He has watched that scene more than once. The old man, now living and healthy, will be connected to many tubes and machines in a hospital as a sobbing MC sits by his bed, holding his hand and asking him to stay for a bit longer. He had seen when the old man got his diagnosis. He had seen his health slowly deteriorating. He had seen his funeral. He knew the day, the hour, even the second of his passing. But some things should stay secret, at least to humans in his mind.
"Do you really wish to know?" Barbatos questions the man, a shadow falling over his eyes as he looked at the man expectantly. Your grandpa pressed his back against the arm chair, looking slightly worried.
"I.. I don't think I want to, no." he shook his head with a sigh, tapping the armrest of his chair.
"Thought so. Stop worrying about your time running out and just enjoy the moments you have left," Barbatos said with a small smile, "Do you believe me now?"
"I suppose so... My friends are not going to believe their ears when I tell them this one!" the old man quickly recovered, turning back into his cheerful self.
"There is one request I would like to ask of you," Barbatos muttered and fished a intricate pocket watch out of his pocket, "Can you give this to MC? It is nothing dangerous or special, it is just a regular watch."
Your grandfather took the watch and inspected it closer. It had a rather regal looking engravings, accompanied by a fancy cursive 'B' and a teacup charm attached to it.
"Their birthday is coming up. Perhaps this could be a part of their birthday gift? I am positive they will cherish it alongside with the other presents you might give them as they come from their beloved grandfather." Barbatos explained even further, wanting to make sure you will receive his little gift.
The old man stays quiet for a while longer before nodding, "I'll do that." he promised after his small hesitation. Barbatos' smile widened.
"Thank you," Barbatos thanked the man before standing up and dusting off his clothes, "I need to head off. I might be needed elsewhere. Thank you for your time. Don't forget to live and enjoy the ride." Barbatos bowed to the man before teleporting him back to the current day timeline.
For the rest of the day, he had been smiling to himself, proud to think that you had maybe been carrying a piece of him with you ever since your birthday back then.
Suddenly his phone pinged and he saw that he had received a message from you. You had written: 'I just found this old pocket watch I got from my grandfather when I was a child and it reminded me of you! Isn't that a fun coincidence?'
What a fun coincidence indeed, dear MC.
Simeon was visiting the human world as he was ordered to do so by Michael. He apparently had to gather some information on the recent events in the human world and write them down.
Everthing was going well and Simeon had written down a lot of new information on the human world when he became.. Distracted.
There was a book fair in the city he was staying at and Simeon could not NOT visit that as an author himself.
Maybe he'd find some new interesting human world books and meet some human authors.
The book fair was a hit! Simeon talked with plenty of cool authors, got to buy so many books and even saw TSL being marketed there. He loved talking about the series with strangers who didn't know that he was the author of it.
Anyway, one seminar being held there that was about an author that had passed away a few years prior. He decided to enter the seminar, having not heard about his books before.
Weird.. This man shared his last name with you. Must be a common surname in this country, eh?
He saw pictures of the man on the screen. He seemed like a kind man. But wait.. He saw a man exactly like him sitting in the crowd, listening to the seminar with a curious smile.
No one else seemed to notice him though.
So Simeon decided to take action. He changed his seats, walking up the the man, "Is this seat taken?" he questioned politely. The man turned to look at him with a shaken expression.
"No.." he mumbled in shock and Simeon nodded, sitting down next to him, "You can see me?" the man asked in disbelief as Simeon nodded, "You can't be a human, right?"
Simeon smiled mysteriously, "Perhaps I'm not. But I don't think you're alive either, so what are you doing here?" he turned the question around.
"Well, I just wanted to see what they were talking about me. I've always had a curious mind, you see." he chuckled, studying Simeon intently.
"I am an author myself and I'd like to ask you a few questions if that's alright?" Simeon asked for the man's permission to question him further.
"The floor is yours." the man nodded with a smile.
"I've recently been hitting kind of a writer's block.. What inspired you to write your books?" Simeon asked his first question.
"Good question.." the man rubbed his chin in deep thought, "Dreams. Life events. Love. One of my best selling books' main character was actually inspired by a person I knew, my niece/nephew. I base many of my characters on people I know."
"Oh, I do that too!" Simeon chuckled, thinking back at the demon brothers. Maybe he should start including MC and Solomon to his books, too, "Do you think the book sold well because of the main character?"
"Well, at least partially. MC has always been a very relatable person.. I've gotten plenty of comments about how my readers really related to them and loved the way they spoke and acted in my book." the author explained and Simeon froze at hearing that name.
"MC? As in MC *last name*?" He tried to clear the situation up.
"Yes, that's the name of my niece/nephew. Do you happen to know them?" the author asked and Simeon started to piece the puzzle pieces together. If this man was calling you his niece/nephew, that meant that this man was your uncle, right?
"Yes, we're.. Friends." Simeon answered, his cheeks slightly reddening. You might be a little more than friends or at least he had more deeper feelings towards you than that of a friend, but... He just couldn't admit that to your UNCLE.
"Ah, what a coincidence. I wonder what kind of crowd my niece/nephew has gotten into, seeing they have befriended someone not quite human.." he japped at Simeon with a teasing tone.
Simeon bit his tongue, trying not to explain to him that his darling niece/nephew has befriended demons and angels, "so what was that book about?" he changed the subject quickly.
"The main character was chosen as an exchange student. But that school was not just any school - it was a school with students from three different species - vampires, werewolves and humans. Previously this three species had hated each other - humans tried to stake vampires, vampires had a natural and instinctual hatred towards werewolves and werewolves mauled human villages and houses during the full moon. It was all up to the main character to get these species to see past their differences and work together." the man told the plot of his best selling book to Simeon.
Simeon couldn't help but smile, noticing some funny parallels.. Exchange students, three species, one human to connect them all together? Sounds all too familiar to him.
"You said you were an author too? And that you were suffering with a writer's block, yes?" the man suddenly asked, a serious look on his face.
"Yes..?" Simeon nodded, not quite catching onto what the ghost was after.
"I never managed to finish one of my manuscripts.. It's actually meant to be a sequel to the book I just described to you.. If you feel up to the challenge, could you finish writing that book for me and publish it posthomously? You could donate the earnings of that book to my niece/nephew, seeing that they were my inspiration to the first book altogether." your uncle requested in all seriousness, rendering Simeon speechless.
"I know it is a lot to ask, but.. I believe you would be able to finish my story the way it is meant to be finished." the ghost author continued, seeing Simeon's doubts.
Simeon thought about it for a moment. This could help him with his writers block AND he did know MC while also having the abilites to write a succesful book, "Alright. Do you have the manuscripts with you?" Simeon finally gave in and saw the ghost's face light up.
"Yes, they're in this briefcase." your uncle handed him a leather briefcase. Simeon opened it and saw around 200 pages worth of text. He flipped the first page just to read the words..
'Dedicated to my niece/newphew MC. You're the real main character. Thank you for always making my days brighter.'
Simeon was about to ask the ghost another question but when he looked back up, he was gone. Simeon stared blankly ahead, trying to compute all the information.
"Okay, I'll write this for you and for MC." Simeon mumbled to himself before getting up, buying the first book your uncle had written and walking out of the book fair, clearly on a mission.
Luke was up in the Celestial Realm one day, baking something delicious to Michael when he suddenly heard the sound of something crashing in the dining room.
Luke quickly ran to the scene, finding a young boy, probably around six-years-old, and a dog standing there, shattered plated next to their feet. They had guilty looks in their eyes.
"Hey! What are you doing? Those plates belong to Michael!" Luke scolded them and knelt down to pick up the pieces of the broken plates, "Ugh, this is such a mess.." he muttered.
"I-I'm sorry..." the little boy mumbled and knelt down to help Luke out, "I'm just new here, a-and my dog is so playful.." he tried to explain himself.
The dog whimpered sadly, tail between its legs. Luke couldn't stay mad at the cute dog and the poor little boy who was visibly shaking in his boots.
"Oh well, it's just plates, at least no one got hurt.." he sighed before looking up at the boy, "what's your name?"
The boy introduced himself to Luke. Luke also found out he used to be a human not so long ago. Luke knew what that had meant. The boy had died.
"This is a cute dog! Is it yours?" Luke asked, trying to cheer the boy up.
"Not really.. This was my aunt's/uncle's dog. But I guess now I'm obliged to take care of it!" the boy explained with a small smile.
"Is your aunt/uncle here too?" Luke questioned but the boy shook his head.
"No, they're still alive. They went on to study abroad in a different school so I haven't seen them around much.. I miss them.." the little boy told Luke with a sorrowful tone.
"I am an exchange student, too!" Luke exclaimed with a grin, "I went to the Royal Academy of Diavolo with Simeon, have you met him yet? Oh, and also two humans, Solomon and MC-" he was suddenly cut off by the young boy.
"MC? That's my aunt's/uncle's name, too!" he gasped with wide eyes, "Did they look like this-" he questioned and started to describe exactly what you looked like.
"Yes! I think we're talking about the same person!" Luke was flabbergasted yet excited to meet his friend little nephew, "MC is so nice! We bake together all the time when I am in Devildom!"
"Yeah, they're so nice.." the boy seemed sad all of a sudden, "I'm glad they weren't lonely while studying in Devildom.. I wonder if they even remember me anymore.." the boy questioned out loud, biting the inside of his cheek.
"I'm sure they do! I'm sure I can arrange you two to meet sometime! They have been to Celestial Realm before, after all!" Luke promised the boy, not wanting to see him sad.
"Really?" the boy sobbed, looking up at Luke with hopeful eyes. Luke smiled widely at the boy while nodding, "Pinky promise?" the boy offered Luke his pinky.
"Pinky promise!" Luke chuckled and wrapped his pinky around the boy's pinky, "You can also see your previous owner, little dog!" he assured to the dog whose tail was now wagging excitedly.
"MC doesn't even know we're... Dead." the little boy sighed, "It happened while they were away... My parents had promised to take care of their dog until they return and one day I was playing with the dog outside when I threw the ball too far.. On the road.. And the dog ran to get it and I ran after them, trying to get them to halt as it's too dangerous to run there.. But they didn't listen and I ran after them and then as soon as I got to the dog.. A truck came and we both.." the little boy told the story of his death, his voice trembling.
The dog jumped against the little boy, licking his face in order to cheer him up.
"Oh no.. I'm sorry.." Luke said his condolensces, wrapping his arm around the little boy's shoulder, "But now that you're here, you can still meet MC here and there! I can communicate through you two if needed!"
"Yeah.. That's good.." the boy smiled weakly up at Luke.
"Hey, I was in the middle of baking, do you want to join me? We can eat it together afterwards!" Luke beamed.
"But I don't know how to bake! And weren't you baking for Michael?" the child protested.
"I'm sure Michael understands that you need the sweets more than he does right now!" Luke chukcled, "And don't worry, I'll teach you how to bake in no time! Then we can always bake together!"
You were in the human world, just traveling together and Solomon was helping you to cultivate your magickal abilities.
You were currently in your home country as you really just wanted to check up on everyone.
You were about to pass a cemetary when you tugged at Solomon's jacket, looking at him expectantly.
"What is it?" Solomon mused, knowing what that look in your eyes meant. You were about to ask him for something.
"Can we visit that cemetary?" you asked rather quietly, your eyes on Solomon.
"Why'd you want to do that? Is someone you know buried there?" Solomon interrogated you further.
"Yes.." you nodded, still hoding onto the sleeve of Solomon's jacket.
"I guess it won't hurt to drop by their grave." Solomon gave you the permission and you began to tug him towards the cemetary with determined steps. Solomon chuckled and followed you right behind.
You lead him to a gravestone with a singular name. When Solomon inspected the grave, he realized that the person buried there had been young- Wait, that person was born the same year as you.
Solomon instantly began to calculate the probabilities. Was this your twin? No, you two don't share a birthday. Technically siblings CAN be born the same year if the older is born in the first months of the year and the mother gets pregnant right away, but that seemed very unlikely too as you didn't share a surname. A friend, perhaps? Or a cousin.
"This is my classmate. She OD'd." you finally spoke up as you knelt over the grave, plucking some withered petals off of the flowers left at the site, "I'm sorry I have no candles or flowers to bring to you.." you mumbled, words directed at the one buried within the ground beneath your feet.
Solomon looked at the scene with a feeling of estrangement. As someone with an eternal life he did not have to think about death too much and he had not grown so close to humans in a long time as to miss them after they pass. He's smarter than that.
You're that one exception to his rule. Imagining it was you buried there instead of your classmate pained him.
Suddenly the silence you shared was broken by your phone ringing. You look at the caller ID, your face lighting up, "It's one of my old friends! Is it okay if I talk with her?" you made sure that it was okay with Solomon before heading off, talking to your friend on the phone.
Solomon was left all alone in the cemetary, just looking at the names and dates etched onto the cold stones.
All of the sudden Solomon felt a presence nearby. The cemetary seemed deserted by first glance, but there was someone.. Or somethind definitely there!
Using the help of his magic, he began to follow an invisible string left by the energy.
It lead him to the morgue. Opening the locked door was no problem for a potent wizard like him.
Solomon turned on the morgue light and almost jumped when he saw a young woman standing in the middle of the room, wearing a white, long-sleeved dress that reached all the way down to her toes. Her skin was pale and sunken and her hair messy and muddy.
"Well hello there, dead girl.." Solomon greeted the young woman quietly with an uneasy smile. He had seen dead bodies before, but rarely were they up and walking.
"Solomon..." the walking corpse finally gasped, her voice raspy, "Please, you've gotta help me.. You're a powerful wizard, aren't you?"
"Okay, I'm not even going to question HOW you know my name, so.. Yes. I am a powerful wizard, thanks for the flattery." Solomon chuckled, starting to relax from his startled state.
"You've gotta help me.. I don't know how to go home.." the woman stumbled forwards, her legs giving out immediately. She grabbed Solomon by his arms, hanging onto him tightly, "I've tried to go home! I can go anywhere I want expect home!" tears started to pour out of her eyes, colored muddy dark brown from the soil and decomposing.
Solomon caught the girl, taken back by the sudden outburst of emotion. She must've been scared and lost for a while now, the poor thing. "What do you mean by home?" Solomon questioned, not wanting to accidentally send her somewhere where she'll be even more lost.
"I... I..." the girl shortcircuited, "I don't remember... I don't know... I just need to go home..." she begged the wizard, her frail form trembling.
"Alright.. Let me jog your memory a little. Do you remember your name?" Solomon questioned, remaining calm.
"Of course I do..." the girl nodded and repeated her name, the same one that Solomon had seen on the gravestone.
"How long have you been dead for?" Solomon asked and saw the girl tense up.
"I'm dead?" she asked before taking a look at her hands and her clothes, "Oh, that's right... It's been... Two years, two months and 22 days..." the girl repeated, sounding almost machine-like as she remembered the exact numbers.
"Very good. You're doing great. Now tell me, how did you pass away?" Solomon interrogated her further, gently but determinedly leading her towards her big epiphany.
"I shouldn't have died so young... Without those drugs, I could still be alive..." the girl mumbled, finally letting go of Solomon as she looked somewhere behind him. Solomon determined her object of interest to be the door of the morgue.
"What did the drugs do?" Solomon asked as the girl started to take careful steps towards the door, hand reaching out for the handle.
"I took too many... I overdid it... Overdosed..." the memories started to come back to her the more steps she took.
"Do you remember someone called MC?" was Solomon's next question. The mention of your name made her stop momentarily.
"MC? My classmate MC?" she questioned and turned to look at Solomon again, "You know them?"
"Yeah. They are my apprentice and friend." Solomon chuckled at the surprised expression on the girl's face.
"MC.. I'm glad they're okay.." the girl smiled briefly before turning her gaze back at the door, "I'll text them once I get home." she stated, her face blank again.
Solomon sighed in his mind. So even after all this time, the girl was confused. She couldn't fully understand that she was dead so maybe that was why she couldn't move on. "So what happened after you died?"
"Dark... It was dark everywhere... And I couldn't find my way home... There was no floor, no path..." The girl kept mumbling and Solomon walked up to her, realizing her eyes had gone completely black.
Solomon put his hands in front of the girl's eyes, reciting a spell.
"It's dark again! It's happening again! Help-" the girl suddenly screamed before a bright light filled the room, effectively silencing her. After the light faded, her eyes had gone back normal, looking more lively and bright than before.
"There was a curse on you. I'm sorry I didn't realize it before. Now you can go home. See that door? Just look at it and think of it as the doorway to home. Believe in that thought harder than you've ever believed in anything else. Just follow the light and you'll finally be home in no time." Solomon instructed the girl and she nodded, her eyes glued to the door now. Her steps were no longer wobbly, but strong, and her hair was shinier than before and her skin had it's natural hue back.
As soon as the young woman touched the handle, her body started to glow before slowly becoming more and more transparent. As the door opened, there was only brightness behind it.
"Thank you, Solomon. Say hello to MC from me." the girl smiled before stepping out, her corporeal form fully disappearing. A sudden gust of wind slammed the door shut again as the lights of the morgue flickered. Solomon knew he was back in the normal human world again.
He stepped out of the morgue, the cemetary looking the same as earlier, only the weird presence was gone. In the distance, he saw your figure looking for him. He smiled as he closed the morgue door and started to make his way back to you.
A/N: People who are either 30+ or younger than like 15 reading Barbatos' section like: I can't relate to being a child in 2007 👁👄👁 Also Solomon's part is giving me flashbacks to the time I was working at a graveyard and no one else dared to clean the morgue so I always had to do it. Once again, comments, likes and shares are always appreciated!
Not sure if it's intentional, but just giving you a heads up that in your recent post I think there was a slip-up with the pronouns for MC in Levi's bit? Like:
"Can you tell MC... That it's not her fault I did what I did. I know they tried their all to help me... And I'm grateful for their friendship. Tell them that I'm always watching out for them and that I feel better now than before."
Thank you for telling me!
Always feel free to correct me if I've made these types of mistakes! I try to keep my imgines genderneutral but there's bound to be times when I write 'her' as I personally go with that pronoun AND in my native language there are no gendered pronouns so it's sometimes a struggle to deal with them as in my head all pronouns are genderneutral even if they don't work that way in English :D
But as I said, everyone feel free to correct me either by commenting under posts or asking a question like this. I do proof-read my posts once but that's almost never enough to get rid of all the errors. I usually do CTRL + F so I can find most errors with 'her' but there are just so many words with those letters (togetHER, whetHER, otHER etc.) that I just don't always notice them. My sincerest apologies for that. I know it can break immersion and even cause uneasiness and discomfort to some. That is not my intention.
Okay but what if the characters met someone special to Mc who’s now dead?
Like the opposite that would be angsty but so cool!
Feel free to ignore this ask lol
Obey Me! Brothers meeting MC's desceased loved one
Thanks for the request! Sorry this took quite a long time, I've had a busy week and I wrote a little bit every day instead of binge-writing the whole post in one to three parts like usually.
That's a really sweet idea! I tried to come up with many different relations to MC so they all can't be accurate to everyone's experience; and I do assign some sort of personality to each desceased loved one that might differ from your experience and reality; but I hope as many people as possible can find at least one that makes sense or hits home in one way or another. I also hope these don't come across as offensive in any way, that is not my intention.
TW: Mentions of deaths and causes of deaths (illness, car accident, suicide, second-degree murder, old age). It's quite a dark topic but not very descriptive.
[Side character's vers.] HERE
Lucifer had thought about your family more times than he'd like to admit.
He holds his brothers dear to him and is sure you have someone out there that you care about deeply that shares blood with you.
However, he never asks, letting you speak to him if you so wish.
But you never talk about your family.
So one day his curiosity gets the best of him and he goes through your file again in hopes of finding crumbs of information on your family.
He finds absolutely nothing.
But it all changes one day when Diavolo summons him to the castle.
There he found a ghostly woman, screaming at Lord Diavolo and Barbatos, her face red with anger.
"Why have you demons kidnapped my niece/nephew?! Return them back to the human world this instant!" The lady yelled, stomping their feet. Lucifer couldn't help but sigh.
"Ma'am, take a deep breath. We assure that your niece/nephew has been and will continue to be safe with us." Barbatos tried to explain calmly but the lady was having none of it.
"You're demons! How could I take your word for it?!" She continued to yell obscenities. Lucifer noticed a frown of Diavolo's face so her just had to intervene.
"Excuse me, ma'am. My name is Lucifer Morninstar and your niece/nephew lives under my roof-" Lucifer didn't even get to finish his introduction before the woman started to target him.
"They live with YOU?! Lucifer Morningstar himself?! Oh Lord have mercy on my sweet baby.." She started to make the cross sign, shaking her head.
"Why yes, MC lives with Lucifer and his six little brothers, under their protection. I can assure you that they are highly competent to take care of them." Diavolo smiled politely to the woman.
"They. Live. With. Seven. Demons?!" It almost looked like the woman would have a heart attack any second now, "You wretched demons have seduced my sweet darling and tricked them to make pacts with you that doom them forever! How I wish I could've protected them better.." She found the closest chair and just crumpled, sitting down while holding her head in her hands.
"How did you learn all of this? Better yet, how did you find us?" Lucifer finally asked after a brief silence.
"I knew MC had been chosen as an exchange student in some faraway land.. I didn't know it would be another realm altogether," the woman sighed, "Not until I died. I passed away and didn't even get to say my goodbyes to them! Things back in the human world are chaotic right now, a virus is going around, claiming lives of many.. I'm honestly happy they're not there right now."
"Did that virus kill you?" Lucifer questioned and the woman nodded as an answer.
"And I was offered a chance to check up on my loved ones, so of course I had to pick my sweet MC.. And to my horror, I ended up here, IN HELL of all possible places. I've always been a good person, as has my niece/nephew, we don't belong here!" it was as if your aunt was trying to prove something with their words.
"So you wanted to say your goodbyes to MC and was surprised when you found yourself in here, yes?" Barbatos peeped in.
"Yes. I can see everything now I used to be blind to. It's truly odd," she smiled sadly, seemingly calming down and her previous fury having been converted to wistfulness, "Would you please let me see them? For one last time? So I can tell them not to look for me when they go back home.. They're going to go home, right?" The woman questioned with tears in her eyes.
The Fantastic Three exchanged meaningful glances. At the beginning of the exchange program they had told the exchange students they were not allowed to bring any family or friends to Devildom but this situation was different. First off, you hadn't asked your aunt to visit. Second off, she had just died. Thirdly, you had the right to know if something like that had happened in your private life.
Diavolo's and Barbatos were looking at Lucifer expectently, letting him to make the final call whether he'd let this woman under his roof to see you.
Lucifer on the other hand was staring at the woman, a battle inside his mind. At the same time, this woman had been incredibly rude and mean towards their whole race but on the other hand, that anger had came out of fear and confusion of the new place and their new state as recently desceased. All the information you must receive upon death must be overwhelming.
"Yes, you may. But only briefly." Lucifer finally gave in. He saw a lot of you in your aunt, so naturally he was partial in some way. And he wanted you to have that special chance to meet your aunt for the last time.
Your aunt's eyes lit up at Lucifer's answer, a wide smile appearing on their mouth. She dried her eyes and got up quickly, straightening her clothes.
"Show me the way! I want to see them!" she demanded, a pep in her step as she already started to make her way out of the room.
Lucifer shot an exasperated look to Lord Diavolo and Barbatos before following her out, taking her to the House of Lamentation.
Lucifer let you two speak in private, making sure no one was going to intervene as you exchanged your teary goodbyes. And when your aunt was finally gone, Lucifer made sure to lessen some of your school work and pampered you with some small gifts as his way to show support through grief. He might have not gotten along with your aunt that well but he saw how the news had taken its toll on you.
You were visiting the human world alongside with Mammon, letting him meet your family for the first time. To your surprise, no big scandal had yet taken place.
You introduced him as Marcus though as you did not want to disclose your boyfriend's demonic identity to everyone quite yet.
You were gathered at a family meeting at your aunt's house. Almost all of the extended family from that side of the family was present.
Mammon, being the avatar of greed, decided to take a sneaky look around for any valuables he could swipe. He had promised you not to, but he's instincts were just overpowering him!
He walked around the house, taking looks at the room, silent as a mouse.
Then he finally saw it.. In one of the bedrooms, there was a cupboard full of medals and trophies of some sort. Mammon walked closer, seeing they were from a variety of sports - mostly baseball, but also track and football.
'Maybe no one notices if I take one or two...' Mammon thought to himself before opening the cupboard door, reaching for one of the medals...
"Stop right there. Those are mine." he suddenly heard a voice behind that made him jump.
At the door stood a boy, around your age, crossing his arms with a scowl on his face. Mammon quickly shut the cupboard door and tried to come up with a believable lie.
"I was just taking a look, ya hear!" he explained himself, trying to keep his cool, "Who are you, dude? I don't think we've been introduced yet.." Mammon spoke as he walked closer.
"I'm MC's cousin. You must be Marcus, right?" the boy nodded, not moving from his place at the doorway.
"I'm Mam- Yeah, Marcus!" Mammon nodded furiously, remembering their secret plan to keep Mammon's demonic identity secret from MC's family, "I can see the similarities," Mammon grinned as he put his hand around your shoulder. Only his hand phased through the boy, "W-What?!" he screamed, looking between his hand and the boy.
"Why do you think you haven't been introduced to me yet," the boy shook his head and walked up to his nightstand, taking a picture and showing it to Mammon. It was from his funeral, "I died at a car crash some years ago." he told Mammon with a sad smile.
Mammon's mouth hang open after hearing that, too flabbergasted to say anything at all first. MC had never mentioned their deceased cousin to him before.. Had they? Mammon racked his brain, thinking back to all the times MC had told him about their family but couldn't recall this one.
"Oh, um.. So what's up, bro?" Mammon turned his frown upside down with a grin, wanting to ease the tensions in the air.
"Not much is going on once your dead," your cousin rolled his eyes, "Other than my cousin's boyfriend breaking into my old room, lookin for stuff to sell, it seems.."
"Eh, let bygones be bygones! I barely even remember doing that!" Mammon shook the comment off, shrugging.
"Whatever.. I won't be doing much with my trophies anyway.." the ghost sighed and picked up another framed photo. It depicted you and your cousins as children. The ghost of your cousin looked down at the picture, smile filled with nostalgia.
"Is that MC?" Mammon looked over his shoulder and pointed at the little kid in the photo that resembled you the most. The young man nodded.
"Yeah, that's them. We were always real close growing up. Like Bonnie and Clyde or Jekyll and Hyde," he chuckled, "They were really excited for me when I got my drivers liscence. They brought me a keychain for my car keys and we celebrated together. The night before I died.. They called me and we talked about future and such. I wanted to be a professional athlete and MC always believed in my dreams.. And the next day.. All of those dreams were snuffed out, just like my life."
Mammon could sense the pain and bitterness behind his words and didn't dare to stop him, just looking at the photo with intent.
You looked so happy and young in the photo.. So did your cousin who was now dead. He was once again reminded by your mortality and short life span and it felt like a punch in the gut.
"Why are you here, then?" Mammon asked the boy who finally put the photo down, turning to face Mammon.
"Can't I be a little protective over my darling cousin, hm?" the boy mused with a smile, "I know you're the same. You're looking after them too, right? You want to protect them, even if sometimes it feels like it's the other way around. They have that effect on the people around them."
Mammon's cheeks flushed as he looked down at his feet, "Y-yeah.." he muttered, scratching the back of his head absentmindedly.
"I don't really have much other purpose. I guess I just wanted to be introduced to you like the rest of the family.." the boy shrugged, "Mammon."
"Huh?! Whatcha call me?" Mammon's eyes shot back up at the words. Had he let his real identity slip? Mammon's comedic reaction caused your cousin to laugh.
"I'm dead. We know way more than the living. You might fool my mother and my father, but not me," he snickered, "I know you're a demon.. But I really don't mind. At least you're bound to my cousin.. And you'll stay with them until they're old and gray."
Mammon was silent, both from being flustered and from thinking. 'Maybe he's right..' he thought silently.
"Oh, but could you give this back to them?" the cousin suddenly exclaimed and handed a keychain to Mammon, "They bought this to me as a gift, remember? I want them to have it back. They have more use to it than I do anyway. Don't you think about selling it!" he made Mammon swear on MC's name that he'd give the keychain to them and not sell it for profit. Mammon didn't think he could break a promise sworn on MC's name.
"Just tell them you found it while exploring. Don't mention me." the ghost of MC's cousin spoke before walking off without another word, leaving Mammon alone in the room. A moment passed in silence where Mammon was inspecting the keychain.
"Marcus! Where did you wander off to?" He suddenly heard you calling for him, knocked out of his trance. He pocketed the keychain before walking out of the room to see you and press a kiss to your temple.
Leviathan was visiting the local Game Stop all alone, which was rare to him, but you had asked him to pick up a physical copy of a certain game you wanted and he just couldn't say no to you.
He was looking around the area where the game was supposed to be, but found nothing. Maybe it had been sold out..?
That's what he thought but just as he was about to text you about the sad news and whether you wanted him to pick up another game, someone poked his back.
He turned around and saw a girl, perhaps a tear or two younger than you, standing behind him, holding a copy of that game you wanted.
Leviathan's eyes widened and he didn't know what to say; that girl had the last copy of the game you so wanted, but his anxiety went through the roof when he thought that he had to confront the girl.
Luckily for him, the girl spoke up first; "This is the game MC wants, right? Here." she offered the game towards Leviathan with a small smile.
It took a moment for Leviathan to compute what the girl had said even though his hands reached out for the game automatically, "Wait, how did you know? How do you know MC?" he finally questioned, squinting.
"I'm MC's friend! And they always loved to play games like these.. I was picking it up for them, but then I remembered, well.." the girl trailed off, his smile turning upside down.
"Remembered what?" Leviathan was utterly confused.
"They can't see me anymore," the girl sighed, shoulders slumped, "I'm around them all the time, but they just can't see or hear me. None of you usually can."
"What are you talking about?" Leviathan pressed further, his head swimming with the possibilities. This sounded like straight out of some anime!
"I'm a ghost," the girl sighed with longing in her eyes, "I took my own life, I just couldn't take it anymore. But I felt bad leaving my best friend behind, so.. I kinda got to hang around. I'm with her often, daily, but she just can't sense me.."
"W-W-Wait, you're a ghost?!" Leviathan yelled, not believing his ears, "Then, why can I see you now if we don't normally see you?"
"Perhaps it's because we have a common goal," the girl shrugged, "we both want to make MC happy, right?" she grinned at Leviathan, her smile bright like sunrise.
They both fell silent for a moment after that, Leviathan trying to catch up with all the sudden infromation that had been dumped onto him, your friend trying to find a way to convay her feelings and thoughts in an effecive way before Levi leaves.
"Hey, Leviathan.. Can I ask you for a small favor?" your friend asked, her voice small. Leviathan turned his gaze at her again.
"What do you want?" he asked, unsure.
"Can you tell MC... That it's not their fault I did what I did. I know they tried their all to help me... And I'm grateful for their friendship. Tell them that I'm always watching out for them and that I feel better now than before. That I'm okay. That's all." the girl laughed, tears in her eyes as she looked at Leviathan with hope. Those eyes had seen so much despair in their lives.. Yet now, they were shining with hope.
Leviathan was silent for a moment before nodding, "I know how much friends mean.. I mean, MC is like Henry to me- I guess you don't know about TSL, but calling someone your Henry is like calling them your soulmate in a way! I guess MC was kinda like Henry to you too, right? So of course I'll keep this promise! I swear on my love of anime!" he rambled, unable to stop himself from talking until he heard the girl giggle.
"I'm glad," she kept giggling, "I was about to tell you that if you ever break MC's heart, I'll haunt you but- I don't think I have to worry about that!"
Leviathan didn't know whether to feel offended or complimented by that comment.
"Well.. I gotta go. I feel tired.. But I'll be around. I'll always be around, okay?" the girl smiled before slowly fading away..
Leviathan stood there for a moment, head reeling, before taking the game and walking up to the counters to pay for it. He was already thinking how to bring up this meeting with you without making you feel weird or overly upset.
You and Satan had found abandoned young kittens from the side of the road one day while walking home from school.
Obviously you couldn't leave them to fend to themselves so Satan wrapped them up in his jacket and you two carried them back to his room in secret. You knew Lucifer wouldn't let you keep the kittens had he learnt about their existance.
After that day you started to raise the kittens together
You had started to call Satan the kittens' daddy, because it was both cute and funny. Satan didn't find it all to funny, but couldn't complain when he saw the look on your face when you called him by that name.
One day you had asked him, "Does it bother you that I call you their dad? You know, with the whole business with you and Lucifer and all.." you looked into Satan's eyes seriously.
"Not really, at least not anymore," Satan shrugged nonchalantly, "but don't call Lucifer my dad." he sighed, shaking his head.
"Oh, yeah! Sorry, my bad!" you chuckled apologetically but fell quiet soon afterwards. Satan started to realize there might have been something more behind your question.
"I'm sorry if I'm disrespecting your privacy but.. I don't remember you talking about your father before. What is he like?" Satan inquired curiously yet carefully.
"My dad.." you trailed off, a gentle smile appearing on your lips, "he was a funny guy. He never missed a school event. He was very protective of me." you laughed at the memory but fell silent and serious again right afterward.
"You said 'was'.. Do you mean he's-" Satan began but you cut him off.
"Yes. My dad is dead. He succumbed to cancer five years ago." you sighed and Satan saw tears forming in your eyes.
Satan took your hand into his and soothingly massaged your palms, telling you to take deep breaths.
After you had calmed down and fallen asleep in Satan's bed, he decided to find out more about your father.
So what's a better idea than some good old fashioned ✨ necromancy ✨ ?
He literally summoned your father with a purpose. He just wanted to meet the man.
He just watched as your father's spirit emerged from the ground, eyes closed, with a knowing smile on his face.
"Hello. You're MC's father, I presume?" Satan greeted the man, eyeing him with curiousity. You had similar smiles.
The man opened his eyes with a calm demeanor, "Yes, you got the right person. Why have you summoned me?" he asked Satan.
"I just wanted to meet my father-in-law. I got curious after hearing MC talk about you." Satan admitted, his keen eyes studying the man in front of him, noticing every similar trait you might have in common.
"We were always close, yes. My passing was hard on them," the man nodded with a solemn expression, "How has my baby been?"
Satan tells about what you've been up to; getting chosen for the exchange programs and all of your fun adventures, albeit leaving out the parts where you got almost killed like.. Ten different times.
Your father listened with a content smile on his lips, not interrupting Satan even once.
"Satan.." your father spoke up after Satan had finished talking, "I think you should write their story down. Write everything down exactly like it happened so that when it's MC's time.. You still have something left of them. You'll always have a piece of them by that." he smiled gently.
Satan froze, deep in thought; he knew human lives were not as long as demon lives and he would most likely outlive you, but he hadn't wanted to think about it all that much. Thinking of your passing was way too painful for him.
But the man's words were correct, too. There was one thing scarier than losing you and that was to forget about you; your face, your voice, your name, your story. And if anyone should write your story down, it should be him, right?
Maybe that book could even be used as some sort of grimoire to summon your soul if all other ways to keep you with them would fail..
"Do you have anything you'd like to say to MC? I can write it down." Satan requested and after a brief silence, the man nodded. Satan took out some paper and a pen.
"MC, I'm very proud of how far you've come. You've found your own way in the world even when I haven't been by your side physically. You'll always be my baby, and I'm forever thankful for the day you entered the world. Your dad loves you. Always." the man spoke with sincerity, his eyes slightly tearing up.
Satan wrote every single word down diligently, wondering what it felt like to have such a good relationship with your father.
He felt kinda envious of you in a way. Obviously he felt bad that you had lost someone so close to you but the jealousy stemmed from his strained relationship with Lucifer.
However, he still sealed the paper in an envelope and vowed to give it to you when the time was right.
After that Satan let your father go, stopping the communication. Necromancy is not something he had done often so he felt strained and tired.
He hid the letter in a safe keeping before clambering into his bed, pulling your sleeping body close, cuddling against you, taking in your scent with a peaceful smile.
Asmodeus had decided to take you on a grand, romantic date, pampering you and being as touchy with you as he possibly could in a public place.
Honestly, the date was going perfectly in Asmodeus' mind. He felt so good and solid in his position that he failed to notice that you seemed to be a bit... Off.
You had to bring it up yourself, "Asmo.. Can I confide in you for a second?" you mumbled, your voice slightly wobbly.
"Of course, doll! What is it?" Asmodeus questioned, realizing the tone in your voice to be serious. He wanted to wipe that frown off of your face and see you smile again.
"Today is a.. Difficult day for me.." you trailed off, deep in your thoughts. Asmodeus wrapped an arm around your shoulder, holding you close.
"How come?" Asmodeus inquired with a low voice.
"Today, two years ago.. My partner passed away." you finally told him and Asmodeus could just feel his heart sinking. So many pieces started to click in his head; why you kept your distance to Asmodeus when you first arrived to Devildom, why you were hesitant to date him at first, why have you been slow to give him physical intimacy.. It all made sense now.
"I'm so sorry, love.." Asmodeus sighed and planted a kiss on top of your head, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"They.. were beaten up so bad in a fight.. That they went into a coma and never woke up.. They just slipped away.." you explained as tears start to stream down your face. Asmodeus just held your hand over the table, leaning in to wipe away your tears, but they just kept coming, "I'm sorry.. I need to go use the bathroom.." you excused yourself, not wanting to embarrass you or him further.
Not long after you left, someone approached Asmodeus' table, sitting down without even asking for a permission.
"Sorry, this table is taken. I'm just waiting for my darling to come back from the bathroom!" Asmodeus quickly exclaimed but the person just kept staring at him with a serious expression, silent.
"Did you hear me? You can't keep sitting there.." Asmodeus sighed, not used to being ignored like that.
"You love MC, right?" the person asked suddenly, leaving Asmo speechless, "You're not just playing with their heart, right?"
"Of course I love MC! They're the most wonderful being I've laid my eyes on, besides me of corse~" Asmo hummed, quickly pulling himself together.
"I know guys like you.." the person groaned, closing their eyes in annoyance, "you're a playboy I've ever seen one."
"Moi? A playboy? Well, maybe I was in the past, but I really do love MC!" Asmo pouted, crossing his arms.
"That's what they all say," the person shook their head, opening hus eyes and staring down Asmodeus, "look, if you ever hurt my MC or break their heart, I'll haunt you till the verge of insanity." they spoke coldly.
Asmodeus thought back on their words, "Okay, I've got like, three questions. First, how are they YOUR MC? They're mine. Second off, how do you know MC? Are you a stalker or something? Third.. Haunt? Are you telling me you're a ghost or something?" Asmodeus questioned, a bit taken aback.
"Listen, pretty boy-" the person started but Asmo cut them short.
"You think I'm pretty? Well of course you do! Who wouldn't?" Asmo winked, causing the ghost to roll their eyes.
"I loved MC first, got it? Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I stopped loving them. I'll always love them. But.. They deserve to move on. They deserve to be loved by others.. So that's why I'm letting you have them, even if I'm questioning their choice in men.." the spirit spoke, finally dropping that threatening act.
"Oh.. Oh? Oh!" realization dawned on Asmodeus' face, "You were MC's lover, the one they told me about!" Asmodeus exclaimed, many emotions running through him at the moment.
"They still talk about me, huh?" your ex-lover chuckled sadly.
Asmodeus almost told him that you had brought them up just now for the first time, but bit his tongue, keeping the secret safe with him. Even if you hadn't told him before didn't mean you never thought about them, right?
"Today's the anniversary of your death, right? Is that why you're here?" Asmodeus deflected the question with a question of his own.
"Yeah, today's the day, alright," they sighed bitterly, "And technically, yes? I don't want to get in the way too much.. Dead should stay dead.. But I still like to take a look at how they're doing on important days like these.. Our anniversaries, their birthday, my birthday, my death day.." they explained.
"Hm, sounds like reasonable times to pay a visit to your lover~" Asmodeus mused carefreely, "Are you here to give them a little gift, hm?" he questioned with a smile.
"Actually..." the person shuffeled around before taking something out of his pocket, "I do.." they showed it off to Asmodeus; it was a music box. Your dead lover opened it and it played a music that sounded slightly familiar to Asmodeus.. And instead of a ballerina, there was a couple holding hands spinning around together.
Asmodeus looked at the gift, judging it silently, "That's.. Cute? I guess? But wouldn't it be better to buy them something more.. Extravagant?" he asked, confused.
Your lover shook their head, "No. This is more sentimental.. I bought a music box similar to this to MC on our six months anniversary. It actually plays a song that played when we first met, too." they explained with a soft smile on their face, sweet longing and pining in their eyes that Asmodeus had seen many times before..
"Oh.." Asmodeus nodded, realizing how sentimental this gift might be to you.
"I'm sorry if I seemed a bit hostile before," the ghost sighed, "At first I wanted to hate you. You got to love MC when it should have still been me.. But now that I think about it more.. I'm just glad they have been able to love and be loved again in return, that they've been able to take that step to fall in love and move on. I just want them to be happy, you know?"
Asmodeus just nodded, eyes glued onto the music box, "Me too. I sometimes fear my sin gets in between us but.. I would do anything for my gorgeous MC." he looked back up at the ghost sitting in front of him, grinning charmingly.
"Can you give this present to MC? You don't have to say a word about me, I just.. Want them to have this. Would you do that for me?" they asked with pleading eyes, handing Asmodeus the music box.
Asmodeus took the frail box into his hands, inspecting it closely yet delicately, "Yes." he simply replied, placing the music box carefully into his coat pocket.
"Thank you.." He heard a voice say as he did so.
When he looked up again, your deceased lover was gone and he saw you returning from the bathroom with a smile on your face, seemingly much more chipper than earlier.
Asmodeus stood up, pecked your cheek affectionately and lead you back to your seat, holding you by your waistline.
Seeing you smile again, he didn't want to give the music box to you quite yet. It'd likely cause you to weep again. But in his mind he swore he'd give it to you once you two go back home.
You were visiting in the human world, just having fun and visiting the places you used to love as a child.
You told Beelzebub so many fun stories of your childhood, all the adventures and trips you had.
You even opened up about some difficult things, feeling like it was safe to do so with him.
Beelzebub loved to hear all the stories you had told him, whether fun or sad. He loved his family and he loved hearing you talk about your family too.
You were at an amusement park that you used to love as a child, just having a good time when you needed to go use the restroom.
Beelzebub went to the food court, buying himself tons of fast food and candy while waiting for you, saving some of your favorites for you.
He was just spacing off when he suddenly felt something small tug the fabric of his pants.
He looked down and saw a small girl, no older than 6, clutching onto his pants and looking up at him with her big eyes.
The girl looked a lot like he had imagined you to look like as a kid.. She had the same eye color.. The same hair color.. What a fun coincidence.
Beelzebub smiled down at the girl, trying to appear more approacable than usually, "Well hello there, little girl. Do you need my help?" he asked the girl.
The girl shook her head, pouting, "Up!" she requested, stretching her arms towards Beelzebub.
Beel looked around to see if he could spot the little girl's parents in the crowd looking for her but didn't see anyone. Then he just shrugged and lifted the girl up, seating her on his knee.
The girl kept her eyes on Beelzebub, her expression stern, "So you're the man my sibling loves?"
Beelzebub nearly choked on his coke, "Your sibling? Who is your sibling?" he asked, confused. He swore he had never seen this girl before.
"How many people have you gotten under your spell, you demon?" the girl shrieked, horrified, "My sibling's name is MC! Don't you forget that!"
Beelzebub's confusion turned into realization as he smiled widely, hearing from your sister that you loved him felt nice, "Oh! I'm sorry, I just didn't know MC had a little sister." he apologized sincerely.
"Twin!" the girl exclaimed proudly, "They are my twin sibling. Just like you have a twin brother. Samesies!" she giggled, her mood suddenly getting better.
"But you're so little and MC is.. Well, older and taller than that at least.." Beelzebub's confusion was back, stronger than ever.
"Yeah! That's because I couldn't stay for long before I was needed elsewhere and a big hand picked me up. MC stayed with ma and pa, because ma and pa needed them more." the girl explained with an innocent smile.
"Who took you? Where?" Beelzebub asked with furrowen brows. Was this girl kidnapped?
"Angels! They knew my body was growing weak and tired so they carried me to a place where I didn't have to feel pain and sadness anymore." she exclaimed with a wide smile.
"You went to Celestial Realm? What are you doing here then?" Beelzebub continued to bombard the little girl with his questions.
"I came to see how my twin is doing! You if anyone should know how deep the bond of a twin can go." the little girl hummed.
"Do you get to visit the human world often?" Beel just made small talk with the girl, waiting for MC's return.
"Not really," the girl sighed, "I wish I could come more often, especially now that MC's no longer home. I know it's all hard on ma and pa.."
"I'm sure your mom and dad would be happy to know their little girl is an angel." Beelzebub smiled and ruffled the little girl's hair affectionately. The girl's face brightened right up.
"Look! You should win this for MC!" she suddenly exclaimed and started to pull Beelzebub towards one of those carnival games, "Our pa won us a unicorn just like this a loooong time ago! I loooooove unicorns!" she giggled while pointing at a huge unicorn plushie. Beel glanced and the girl's smiling face and knew he couldn't say no to that.
Luckily for Beel, the game was one of those high strikers, so he had an adventage thanks to his physique and demonic strength.
He broke the high striker.. Oh well, he still got the huge unicorn plushie.
"Yaaay! Unicorn!" the girl screamed while hugging the plushie that was bigger than her. She buried her face into its white fur. She really did look like an angel.
Beelzebub just looked at the little girl, smiling. He kinda wondered what it would be like to have a daughter of his own..
Before long, the girl handed the unicorn plushie back to Beel with a smile, "I can't take this to where I'm going. I think you should give it to MC. I'm sure they're going to love that."
Beelzebub took the unicorn plushie with a blank expression, "Are you sure? You seemed to really love this thou-" he couldn't even finish his sentence when he heard a voice behind him calling for him.
"Beel! There you are! I was looking for you!" You yelled as you ran up to Beel before your eyes focused onto the plushie he was holding.
"This unicorn...!" you gasped, holding yours hands out for it, "It reminds me of the one my dad once won for me when I was a little child.."
Beelzebub handed you the unicorn plushie, "Yeah, your twin sister said I should win it for you." he chuckled.
Your face turned into one of sorrow, "My twin sister?" you questioned, staring straight at the unicorn you were holding.
"Yeah, she's right here, look-" Beelzebub turned around to point at the little girl, but she had vanished, "...Where did she walk off to?" he mumbled with a concerned tone.
"Beel, my twin.. She's gone. She died from heart disease when she was six." you explained with a depressed tone, hugging the unicorn close to your body, "She loved unicorns. She always wanted mother to read her about them. And when she was at the hospital.. She always carried that unicorn plushie of hers everywhere.." you smiled sadly against the unicorn plushie, a familiar, comforting smell lingering.
"...Oh.." Beelzebub finally realized and shuffled his feet awkwardly. For a moment everything was silent, but not before long you felt Beelzebub's strong arms enveloping you into a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry for your loss, MC.. I can't imagine life without Belphie, so hearing that you've lost your twin.. It makes my heart break. Losing Lilith was hard enough.. But a life without Belphie would be even darker and gloomier.." Beelzebub sighed as he held you close to his body, "You're so strong, MC. Just the fact that you are smiling after losing your twin is just amazing.."
Belphegor was asleep. Not very surprising, seeing that he's the avatar of sloth and basically slept over half the day away on a daily basis.
Belphegor was used to all kinds of dreams; good dreams, daydreams, nightmares, lucid dreams.. Most of his dreams were lucid anyway as he had a good control over himself and his environment in his dreams.
But this dream he was having right now felt a bit.. Different.
It felt so realistic; like he had been transported to another place and he was actually awake.
Belphegor found himself in a living room of some house; he saw the lace curtains, the floral print sofa cushions, the tea plates along the walls.. The air smelled sweet.
It all felt so real..
Then Belphegor spotted it; an old woman sitting on an armchair, sipping some tea with a peaceful look on her face.
The woman seemed inviting and somehow... Familiar.
Then the old woman opened her eyes, smiling up at Belphegor, "Come on in, I have been waiting for your arrival, young man." she spoke, her voice unwavering.
Belphegor felt conflicted; he still didn't particularly love humans, but something about this felt important.
So with apprehensive steps, Belphegor walked closer and sat down on a sofa. There was a bowl of candy on the table and an assortment of cookies and biscuits were lined up on a small silver tray that had already lost its gleam.
"Why did you call for me?" Belphegor questioned with raised eyebrows, "Who are you?"
The woman took another sip of her tea, "I am MC's grandmother. I just wanted to meet my grandchild's friend, that's all."
That word, friend, stung a bit. Are you two just friends and how would this old woman know about any of that?
"So you're MC's grandmother, huh?" Belphie thought out loud, taking a long look at the woman. She did bear some resemblance to MC, "How did you manage to make it into my dreams? That's no simple task for a human with no magical qualities."
"It might be difficult for any living being, but the story is much different for the deceased, dear." the grandmother laughed dryly, taking a cookie and taking a bite out of it.
"You're dead?" Belphie questioned with a surprised tone and the old lady just nodded, "How did you die?" he continued.
"Oh, my years just caught up to me and I was ready to cross the stream. Might not be familiar to your kind, but we humans know when it's our time to go." a small smile was tugging at her lips when she spoke.
'My kind, huh?' Belphegor thought to himself, 'she must know that I am a demon.. I was expecting a lot colder reaction from MC's family if they knew who their child was seeing..'
"So.. You're okay with me being.. What I am?" Belphegor asked before he could stop himself, "After all that I did?" He could feel guilt starting to eat him up inside again, thinking all the sins he had commited towards you.
The old lady's smile faltered for a second. She took a deep breath before speaking up, "I've always told my darling MC that she can be what they are around me and that they can love whoever they love. I don't see any fault in loving someone. I'm just glad they're being loved and looked after by someone.. And what comes to you.. Well, you've made many mistakes and crossed many lines. If I was living and heard about what you've done, I'd probably tell MC to run as fast as they can, but.. We dead don't get to make those choices anymore. And the more I've thought about it.. The more I've realized that your actions sprung from a place of pain and agony. It doesn't excuse your actions, but sheds some light to what went through your head. I may never fully understand, but I accept that it happened, that my grandchild forgave you and that you mean so much to them."
Belphegor could feel a strange sensation in his throat as he listened to the old woman speak. And for a moment, he felt like a little child again, running around in the dark, stumbling, hanging onto everything he could get a hold of and searching for a way out in a panic.
He just wanted to lay down in a fetal position while hugging a comfrot blanket, sucking his thumb until he fell asleep and slept away this pain in his chest.
"What did I do to deserve forgiveness?" Belphegor asked, his face blank. He couldn't understand.
"Nothing. Forgiveness doesn't usually come with a condition. That's why only some people are capable of such an act of selflessness." the grandmother smiled before offering candy to Belphegor. He took the candy with a small nod of his head. It almost felt like he was actually tasting it.. How he wished he could've brought some to Beelzebub.
"I told you earlier that I just wanted to see my grandchild's friend, but that was a lie.. There's something I wish you to do if that is not too much to ask for?" she suddenly said and Belphegor turned his expectant eyes to her.
"What is it?" Belphegor asked, not quite sure if he was capable enough to fulfill the old woman's wishes.
"They have a tendency to burden themselves with everyone else's problems.. They're just selfless and caring like that. Will you please look after them? Just make sure they're not overdoing it. I know they're big now, but.. They're still my baby, even if I'm not around." MC's grandmother smiled sadly, her eyes glued to her mostly empty tea cup.
"Of couse. I'll always take care of them. Even if it just means forcing them to take a nap or helping them with their homework, I'll always do it if it's for them." Belphegor swore, hand on his heart.
"We seem to have an understading. Thank you," the old lady's smile brightened up immediately before her eyes softened and her voice grew more quiet, "Belphegor, I think it's your time to wake up."
"Do I have to leave? Will you ever visit me again?" Belphegor questioned as he could feel his head growing heavier and the world around him dimming.
"Yes. You have a responsibility to fulfill, yes?" the woman laughed, "You know where to find me, son." she spoke as the world fell dark.
When Belphegor opened his eyes again, he found a pile of rather familiar candies next to his pillow.. He made a mental note to share those with both Beelzebub and MC.
A/N: I'm someone who has lost a lot of loved ones; I've been to over twenty funerals; so writing these was both hard and catharctic.
Here is the second part to my jealousy imagines, I hope you like them! Some of these are more fluffy, some more spicy, some more serious. Characters included: Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon & Solomon.
[Brothers' vers.] HERE
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Diavolo had invited you to a luncheon alongside with some important nobles from the kingdom.
You arrived at the castle accompanied by Lucifer who was also naturally invited. You were both dressed up in something appropriate for such an event.
Barbatos led you two to the dining room where Lord Diavolo was already sitting at one end of the long table alongside with some of the nobles he had invited.
When Diavolo noticed you, his face broke out in a wide, boyish grin and he stood up to greet you two.
"Hello Lucifer, MC. I'm glad you could make it!" he exclaimed and beckoned you two closer. When he did, he guided you to sit on a chair to his left, his hand on the small of your back, "Could you sit here, MC? I'd like to be able to converse with you with ease. Lucifer, you may sit next to them."
You did as instructed, albeit your cheeks flared up ever so slightly. Lord Diavolo wanted you to sit next to him? During an important luncheon like this?
Before the luncheon officially began, a handsome demon sat opposite of you, to Diavolo's right side, giving you a subtle smirk.
"Ah, hello Oriens. How have you been?" Diavolo inquired of the newcomer with a smile.
"Thank you my Lord for asking, I have been doing well," Oriens nodded at Diavolo before fixing his gaze back at you, "Especially now that I'm here.." he added with smoulder.
"Oriens and his brohers oversee the four cardinal directions. Oriens is the overseer of affairs at the easthern parts of the kingdom." Diavolo explains to you, still oblivious to Oriens' flirtiness.
"Ah yes, the eastern part of the kingdom is truly breathtaking! Beautiful blooming trees, clear waters, snow-covered mountains.. Perhaps someone just as breathtaking as you should pay that part of the kingdom a visit?" Oriens grinned at you, cocking his brows.
"Uhm, it sounds nice.." you replied, feeling a bit shy because all of the sudden so much attention was on you.
"That's a wonderful idea! Perhaps you and your brothers could plan a week-long trip for the exchange students where they can visit all the further parts of Devildom!" Diavolo laughed, excited with this new idea, not even realizing what Oriens was aiming at.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea, my Lord," Oriens agreed smoothly, "I wouldn't mind them staying at my manor, and I'm positive my brothers wouldn't diasgree with the notion either."
You risked a glance at Diavolo. You saw a flash of frown on his face, before he was back to his usual smiling self, "Yes. I'll summon you and your brothers to discuss this plan further soon." Diavolo nodded.
"You should invite the exchange students, too, as the plan involves them.. Or at least one representative." Oriens suggested slyly.
"That's a great point, perhaps Solomon or Simeon would do.." Diavolo tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"Or MC right over here as they already know about our plan, yes?" Oriens countered and suddenly you felt something caressing your leg. You looked up at Oriens and saw that he had discreetly turned into his demon form and was now touching your leg with his tail. You squirmed on your chair, trying to get as far away from him as possible.
You looked at Diavolo pleadingly, hoping he would do something about this situation.
"You have just the most amazing ideas, Oriens," Diavolo nodded before calling out to Barbatos, "Barbatos, could you bring me a bottle of wine from the cellar? The one I have been keeping for special occasions?"
"Yes, my Lord." Barbatos nodded and hastily left. In just a few minutes he came back, handing Lord Diavolo a bottle of wine with an enigmatic smile.
"Perfect!" Diavolo grinned and then offered the bottle to Oriens, "I'd like to thank you for your help with the exchange program with this little gift. I hope you accept it." he explained, leaving you confused.
"How could I refuse a gift from my gracious Lord?" Oriens mused, "May I open it here?" he inquired.
"Of course, go ahead." Diavolo smiled before leaning towards you, "Oriens is always greedy for wine. There's no way he could turn down a bottle." he mumbled as you two watched Oriens pour some wine into his glass.
"Cheers, beautiful," Oriens raised the glass towards you before drinking the whole glass in one gulp, "Delicious.."
"3... 2... 1..." you heard Diavolo muttering under his breath. When he reached zero, you saw Oriens' face go pale and twist is agony.
"I think.. I need to go.. Please excuse me.." Oriens muttered, gritting his teeth as he got up. He started to make his way out of the dining room but couldn't even exit the room before starting to cough up something red.
"Ah, that must be just wine.." Diavolo shrugged it off nonchalantly and before long, everyone else returned to their own conversation. Only some of you realized that the wine Diavolo had offered to Oriens has been white wine, not red.
Diavolo took your hand under the table and gave it a comforting squeeze, "Oriens won't bother you anymore. The way he was treating you was completely unacceptable. If you feel shaken up, you can stay at the night at the castle. I'll make sure you'll forget all about that slimy scum." Diavolo smiled at you warmly even though there was a certain coldness to his voice.
You walked in through the open castle gates alongside the brothers, dressed up in a fancy outfit. You wore a corset underneath your outfit to give your torso a desirable shape.
It was time for another ball at the Demon Lord's castle; the decorations were tasteful yet extravagant, and there were many demons of noble rank invited.
Your outfit seemed to catch the attention of a certain demon though.. One that you were rather familiar with..
"Good evening, MC. You are looking exceptionally captivating tonight." Barbatos greeted you, eyeing you up and down discreetly. He then took your hand and planted a chaste kiss on your knuckles, like a true gentleman.
No one else knew, but you had been in a secret relationship with Barbatos for about a month now. You had kept it extremely down low for all this time so tonight you had really wanted to show off to him, to test his patience and stealth.
"You're looking handsome as well, Barbatos," you smiled at him with raised eyebrows, tilting your head, "Do you like my outfit?" you questioned the butler.
"You look like million grimms," Barbatos nodded with a thoughtful gaze, his eyes stopping at your waist, "Care to join me in the kitchen for a while?" he then met your eyes with a professional demeanor. You knew what that meant. He was wearing his work mask, at least for a while, one that he had let slip after seeing you.
"Sure. Need a hand?" you kept up the charade as well, walking behind Barbatos as he began to make his way towards the kitchen.
As soon as you had made it into the kitchen, Barbatos turned around, closed the door and backed you against a counter. His expression was still unreadable.
"What's up, Barbatos?" you whispered silently, not quite following with the butler's train of thought.
"You are wearing a corset.." Barbatos mumbled, reaching out to touch your waist delicately with his gloved fingertips. His gentle touch sent electric shocks down your spine.
"Do you like it?" you questioned innocently, batting your eyelashes at the demon.
"Yes, but..." Barbatos trailed off and furrowed his brows ever so slightly, "Who helped you put it on?" he then asked, meeting your eyes with a stern look on his face.
"Who helped me put in on?" you thought back, remembering how you had asked Asmodeus to help you out and how he has squeezed you in way too tight 'in the name of beauty', "Asmodeus did!" you giggled.
A shadow fell over at Barbatos' face after hearing the name of the avatar of lust and he pushed you on top of the counter, locking you at place by holding down your thighs, "Asmodeus.. He didn't try anything funny, did he?" he interrogated you, that ever-present polite smile long gone.
"Huh? Of course not!" you quickly stammered, your face flushing from his sudden reaction.
"Good.." Barbatos muttered and nodded, his grasp loosening, "The next time you need help with corsets.. Come to me, and me only, understood? I know how to put them on properly." Barbatos explained, seemingly trying to compose himself again after losing control of his emotions for a second.
"Are you implying that Asmodeus, the most fashionable one of the brothers, doesn't know how to put on a corset?" you snorted, reaching out to touch Barbatos' face. Barbatos leaned against your palm gently, "Better yet, does this mean you want to see me in a corset more ofter?" you smirked.
"I did not stutter, now did I?" Barbatos smiled mysteriously.
"But aren't you busy enough as it is without me barging in to see if you can help me with my corsets?" you questioned with a surprised edge to your tone.
"I am never too busy for you, my love.. And putting a corset on you will not take much of my time, I have great dexterity." he assured you with certainty.
"Oh really..? Want to test your speed and dexterity out with me?" you winked wickedly and you head Barbatos' breath hitch ever so slightly.
"I can teach you right here and now.. Bur first, we need to take off your corset, yes?" Barbatos hummed as he took off his gloves with his teeth and slid his exposed hands underneath your clothes with a sly smirk on his face, kissing any bare parts of your skin.
Simeon had invited you to the Celestial Realm to meet the rest of the higher ranking angels.
On the table were sat Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, Chamuel, Jophiel and Zadkiel. You were already familiar some of them, but most of them you were meeting for the first time face to face.
You learnt a lot about them; about their jobs, virtues and relations to the brothers. It was honestly such a pleasant and peaceful time.
You also got to eat some absolutely delicious Celestial Realm food, too!
Luke also popped up a few times, so excited to see you even though he was not allowed to join the table.
Simeon was sat on the right side of you, on the left of you sat another familiar face, Raphael.
That day you had noted that Raphael seemed more clingy than usual. He wouldn't leave your side and kept a close eye on you.
At first you thought it was because he was not trusting you around the rest of the angels, but soon you realized it could be something else, judging by how he kept throwing you glances and lookng away when you returned his gaze, clearing his throat or rubbing the back of his head in turn.
You weren't the only one who had realized Raphael's out-of-the-ordinary behavior.
Simeon kept glancing at you and Raphael with a hint of discomfort in his eyes even though he did his best to keep calm and keep on smiling and conversing as if nothing was wrong.
After the dinner Raphael walked after you and asked you a question: "MC, would you be willing to take a walk with me in the gardens?" he questioned, sounding just a bit nervous.
"Oh, sure thing!" you smiled at him, completely unaware you were being watched very closely by Simeon.
Simeon secretly followed you to the gardens. He felt guilty about it; he had known Raphael for many millenia and they were friends, but yet he couldn't fully trust him around you for some reason..
He knew how attractive you were in the eyes of both demons and angels; with your angelic heritage, your magical powers, your innocence and kind nature; it's no surprise both angels and demons flocked to you.
He watched from the bushes as you two walked through the gardens; it seemed innocent enough. Raphael was telling you about the different kinds of flowers and plants around you, occassionally asking you questions about you and your life back in the human world.
When you went on to pick a beautiful flower you saw, you accidentally pricked your finger. Raphael was fast enough to impres you with his healing powers, taking the pain away with a swift movement of his hand.
He however, kept holding your hand even after he had healed it. You gave him an odd look but didn't pull away, perhaps out of politeness.. That's at least what Simeon was hoping for.
Then Raphael suddenly let his beautiful, pure white wings emerge from his back, showing them off as you stared in awe.
You as a human did not know what that meant for an angel, but Simeon did. Simeon knew what Raphael was up to and what he was going to next.
Showing off your wings was the first stages of angelic courtship. Just thinking about Raphael courting you made Simeon's head spin, face heat up and feel like he needed to throw up. He didn't quite understand why though.
Raphael then asked you to run your fingers through his feathers. This was so unfair. You should be doing that to him- No, you shouldn't be doing that to anyone as you did not understand the significance of it!
And then you did touch Raphael's wings; just the sight of it made feel like someone stabbed Simeon's heart.
He could not watch that any longer. He had to think fast. You'd think that as an author, Simeon would be quick on his feet and come up with plans for situations like this easily, but right now his head felt so empty.
Luckily for him, somebody else had his back.
"Raphael! Come quick, the oven is in flames!" Luke suddenly ran to the garden, tears in his eyes, waving his hands around like a lost child.
Raphael quickly took off, floating towars the kitchen as quickly as he could, his feet barely touching the ground.
Simeon could swear Luke's eyes met his in his hiding spot and that Luke grinned at him.. Those demons must be a bad influence for him.
Simeon gratefully took his chance and came out of the hiding from bbehind you, walked up to you and rested his hand onto your lower back, "Oh, MC! I've been looking for you everywhere." he smiled at you sweetly, pretending he had never been watching you.
"Hi Simeon! I was just taking a walk with Raphael, that's all!" you smiled widely at your angel friend, completely unaware like the little lamb you were.
"Is that so?" Simeon chuckled, taking your hand, "There's much more to see to the Celestial Realm other than the gardens. Would you care to come along? I can give you a tour!" he smiled back at you.
"Sure! There's no one else I'd rather go with." you sang, giving Simeon's hand an affirming squeeze.
Simeon's heart jumped at your words and he could feel his cheeks blooming in pink, "And there's no on else I'd rather show around than you." he responded, holding your hand up and giving the back of your hand a gentle kiss, keeping his striking blue eyes locked onto yours.
Solomon was wise. Solomon was funny. Solomon was witty. Yes, Solomon didn't hold himself on a low pedastal even when he was surrounded my demons, he knew his worth.
He was more powerful than any living human thanks to his immortality, knowledge, magical powers and experience.
Being one of the two humans plopped into Devildom, he also felt some sort of kinship towards you and couldn't help but feel like you must have felt the same way towards him.
After all, he was similar to you in many ways. He understood your humanity better than anyone else.
He was growing quite protective of you in fact. He did his best everyday that you would feel secure and have a great time during your stay in Devildom.
Even though his methods were kind shady sometimes..
Anyway, there was no reason for him to feel underequipped when it came to wooing you; he had an ace in his sleeve; his humanity. No one else could get you quite the same way he did.
However, he did feel like an underdog.
It was nearly impossible to find time to hang out with you, just the two of you, because the pesky demon brothers always seemed to come into the play every time he tried to get his charm on.
Any time he texted you, asking if you wanted to hang out, he would get an apologetic reply where you told him Lucifer had given you some sort of stupid task to do.
And when he ran into you in public, Mammon was always somewhere nearby lurking, coming between you two if Solomon got too close to you.
If you stayed with him after school hours, you would soon receive a call from Leviathan, asking you to come home to play games or watch anime with him.
The library wasn't a safe place either, as every time you went there together you would run into Satan sooner or later, who would tag along with a sinister smile plastered on his face.
Shopping and clubbing without Asmodeus was totally out of the question.
Dinners and lunches together would all be crashed by one hungry boy known also as Beelzebub.
And you always declined his invitations for slumber parties, explaining that Belphegor sleeps better when he's with you and becomes grumpy if you're not around...
It was like Solomon wasn't allowed to have you to himself, not even for an hour or two without some sort of intervention, and that pissed Solomon off.
The brothers already had you living with them! Why couldn't they let him be alone with you? Wouldn't you living with him make more sense in the first place, seeing that you were both humans?
So that's why tonight he had a plan to sweep you off your feet.
A little before nighttime Solomon arrived at the House of Lamentation, using his magical powers to grant him the power of flight. The flew to your window, peering in. He saw you sitting at your desk, doing your homework.
Solomon gently knocked on your window and chuckled quietly as you nearly had a heartattack.
You opened your window for Solomon to come in, but instead of coming in, Solomon took your hand and pulled you out, sharing his magic with you so you would float too. Then he began to lead you away from the House of Lamentation at top speed.
"Solomon! What are you doing? I still have homework!" you scramed, surprised by his sudden behavior.
"Shh, MC. This will be worth it." Solomon hushed you with a mysterious smile.
Before long you found yourself in an abandoned building, "What are we doing here?" you asked the sorcerer.
"Just wait and see~" Solomon mused and snapped his fingers. The world around you shifted and began to resemble Purgatory Hall.
"What..?" you gasped, looking around wildly.
After that, Solomon made the house around you look like all those places he couldn't go to with you without being interrupted; the streets of Devildom, RAD, the library, the mall, the club, diners and restaurants, your room..
"This is our place. We can always escape here if we want to hang out or if we feel overwhelmed with the demons," Solomon chuckled before taking your hands in his with a glint in his eyes, "They won't find us here. It'll be just the two of us in here, okay?" he began to lean towards you, slowly but surely, closing his eyes..
And it was dead silent as your lips met in the middle. No interruptions, no screaming brothers. Only Solomon and you. It was perfect.
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A/N: Ahh I feel like Barbatos' was so much shorther than everyone else's here and I feel bad about it. Thank you for reading! Any comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated. Which imagine was your favorite and why? I hope you're all doing fine :)
I know jealousy headcanons and imagines are kind of overused but I still enjoy writing them so I made my own whether you like it or not! Some of these are more humorous, some of them more fluffy, some of them a bit more ✨ spicy ✨, but the overarching theme is jealousy.
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Lucifer was a confident demon. He was proper, hard-working, well-repected and powerful. There was no reason he had to be acquinted with the feelings of jealousy.
But lately he has found himself more jealous and irritable than he'd ever like to admit.
And that all was happening because of a measely human and an angel from his past..
Simeon seemed to be glued to your side at all times in Lucifer's opinion.
One evening he had requested your help with the documents but you had turned him down, saying you were supposed to go to a slumber party at Purgatory Hall.
Funnily enough, none of his brothers had been invited, just you..
And more often than not, Simeon would walk you home from RAD, and oftentimes he stayed at the House of Lamentation, with the excuse of homework.
He had walked in on you two snuggling up together more than once at this point.
And if you weren't together, you were texting or having phone calls all day long. At least that's how it felt like to Lucifer.
It had gotten to the point that just seeing Simeon or hearing someone mention his name made Lucifer's blood boil.
Maybe if you were cozying up with one of his brothers, Lucifer would be more understanding and patient. Contrary to popular belief, Luficer liked his brothers. Loved, even. But he also knew that he was more powerful and clearly the superior choice between them all. He could easily make them bend to his will.
So in his eyes, they were no competition to him in this twisted game of winning your heart and affections.
Hell, even Solomon would've been better. He's just a human. How could a human even imagine challenging Lucifer? And when it came to Diavolo and Barbatos.. Lucifer could just explain to Diavolo that a relationship between a human and the demon prince would not work out and would cause an uprising, and Lucifer was pretty sure Barbatos was very much uninterested in love and courting.
But you just HAD to be all friendly and cute with Simeon of all beings. The one being Lucifer couldn't compete with.
Lucifer would never admit it but he was slightly jealous of Simeon. He was so perfect, so kind, so likeable, so sweet, so gentle, just so angelic. Whereas everyone respected Lucifer out of fear, everyone geneuinely liked Simeon for who he was.
Simeon has everything Lucifer used to have but no longer possessed. Simeon IS everything Lucifer used to be but now can only pine after.
And he doesn't want YOU to be one of those things he loses out on.
You were one of the only good things going on for him.
That is why Lucifer begun to demand more of your time. Whenever you ask whether you can visit Purgatory Hall, he denies the possiblity. Whenever Simeon comes a-knocking, he finds him some errand to run for him. He even secretly got your D.D.D a balance that limited your daily texting and calling.
Was Lucifer being overly controlling? Yes. But did he think it was compulsory? Also yes.
He didn't feel bad in the slightest about what he was doing until you confronted him about his behavior.
The way your voice wobbled when you talked to him, the way your eyes were tearing up, the way you couldn't meet his gaze as you recalled everything that bothered and hurt you about his sudden shift in behavior.
He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret in his heart of hearts.
He let out a long, drawn out sigh before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close against his chest, "I apologize.. I guess I have been blinded by my attraction towards you.." he apologized, surprising you. Lucifer? Apologizing? Were you dreaming?
"Why have you been doing this?" you questioned but wrapped your arms around him, too, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
"Because I..." he trailed off, thinking of his words, "because you belong to me. You're not Simeon's. You're mine." he finally replied, his arms around your body tightening.
"Well, if I'm yours, does that mean you're also mine?" you inquired, not thrilled to be seen as someone's property.
"Naturally.. If you just still want me?" and for the first time you heard some insecurity in Lucifer's voice as he held his breath, waiting for your answer.
"I'll always want you, Lucifer.." you admitted, your cheeks burning up. Lucifer finally let out the breath he was holding in before claiming your lips with his, cradling your head with one of his hands while keeping the other at your waistline.
You and Mammon had ended up at the casino despite your best attempts at keeping him at bay.
Like usual, Mammon was losing money rather than gaining it, but refused to stop, trying to convince you that he had a plan to win big in the end. You didn't really believe him but relented.
And what was his plan to "win big"? Well, to send you to seduce the poker dealer of course!
You wanted to say no but Mammon kept BEGGING you to at least give it a try. You just couldn't say no to his puppy eyes..
So before the next game began, you walked up to slid next to the poker dealer, pressing your side against his and smiled up at him.
The situation was made a little less awkward by the fact that the dealer was actually quite attractive..
He seemed to be responding to your advances positively too as you kept drawing little shapes on the skin of his palm with your index finger, complimenting him and whispering sweet nothings at him.
You risked a glance at Mammon and saw him shifting uncomfortably at his seat, staring at you two with wide eyes, his face red.
You wondered if he was even doing what he was supposed to be doing or just staring at you two..
But you tried to keep the dealer distracted for even longer, giving Mammon the benefit of the doubt.
"The way you deal the cards and chips is so attractive.. You must have great dexterity.." you mumbled close to the dealer's ear, "and the way you punish the rulebreakers.. It makes me all hot and bothered.."
"Would you like me to punish you too?" the dealer smirked and rested his hand on your thigh.
That's when Mammon had had enough.
He literally flipped the table, sending cards and chips flying everywhere, yelling, "Hands off my human, ya dirtbag!"
His face was red like a tomato and his breathing was ragged, holding back from transforming right then and there.
"They were coming on to me, mister." the dealer explained and raised his hands up, unblinking.
"It doesn't matter! MC is my human, ya hear! You shouldn't have responded like that!" Mammon growled.
You let out a long sigh, walked up to Mammon and placed your hands at his chest, trying to help him calm down.
"Chill, Mammon. It's no use causing havoc here. Let's just leave." you told him with a calming voice.
"B-But! I still haven't won tonight!" he yelped but then looked at the dealer again, "Grr... Okay, let's leave, these demons are all filthy and dangerous anyway.." he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and began to pull you away, glaring daggers at the dealer as he went.
The walk back to House of Lamentation was silent, Mammon being bummed about his losses and seeing you flirt with another man, you being upset at his behavior.
"Mammon, why were you jealous? I did what you asked for.." you finally sighed when you made it to your room. Mammon refused to look at you, finding the floor much more interesting.
"I-I wasn't jealous, ya dumb human.. And! I didn't think you'd go that far.. And that he'd respond.." he explained, his cheeks flushed.
"You literally told me to 'seduce him'.. What else was I supposed to do?" you shook your head, confused.
"I thought I could take it.. But seeing you with him.. Made me sick.." Mammon finally admitted, "I was so angry, thinking how he'd touch you.. But that's just because I'm your first man, so I should touch you first! Nothing more!" he added.
You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, "you're so silly, Monmon.." you smiled and rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a hug.
"... Can I stay in your room for the night?" Mammon whispered while pulling you closer.
"Sure." you agreed. That night you fell asleep holding each other in a warm embrace.
Although the embrace was warm, the awakening was cold; "MAMMOOOOON!" Lucifer yelled, having just received the bill from the casino for all the damage he had made the previous night.
You were visiting a convention together in the human world that you both had been looking forward to!
You had convinced Leviathan that you should wear matching cosplays too, and even though Levi wouldn't admit it loud, he was SWOONING. You wanted to wear matching outfits with HIM?! Did he die and go to the Celestial Realm?
Anyway, Leviathan had planned it to be a perfect day for you two. You both could meet some of your favorite cosplayers, artists, voice actors and animators and buy all kids of merch.
You were especially looking forward to the Meet and Greet with a group of seven voice actors from your favorite mobile game, Defy You! Shall We Hate?
You were totally simping for one of the voice actors, Lemurian, but who was Leviathan to complain about it when he had his own anime waifus.. Although hearing you go on and on about Lemurian made him feel jealous...
Anyway, your day had been going so well! Leviathan had bought himself and you some merch and candy and you had gone to see so many interesting little concerts, competitions and panels. Your matching cosplays had garnered quite many compliments, too.
It was time for the long-awaited Meet and Greet! Leviathan couldn't help but smile seeing you so excited for it even if he wasn't the game's biggest fan.. The game made him feel weird for some reason, like it was breaking the fourth wall or something..
Finally it was your turn to meet the voice actors and you took so many pictures with them, especially with the voice actor of Lemurian. You exchanged some niceties and Leviathan really thought that would be it..
But then the voice actor of Lemurian complimented your cosplay and even recognized the character you were dressed up as, saying they were one of his favorite characters of all time, and called you gorgeous.
You just giggled and blushed, imploding internally that your favorite voice actor was paying you special attention.
Leviathan however wasn't thrilled about the special attention..
He only began to feel worse when he saw the voice actor of Lemurian rested his hand on your lower back and whispered something into your ear that caused you to smile from ear to ear.
Leviathan felt envy prickling his skin, as if his skin was way too dry, begging to be moisturized.. Every sound around him seemed louder and muddier, the air suffocating and all he could concentrate on was the close proximity between you and that voice actor..
Before he could even realize what he was doing, he felt drops of water falling from the ceiling.. People around him started to look up and whisper, wondering what was wrong with the roof.
More and more water started to fall and a voice boomed from the speakers, telling everyone that they should start to evacuate due to an unforseen issue with the sprinkler system.
You were only staring at Leviathan, knowing perfectly well what was going on.
You sadly had to cut your "little chat" with the voice actor short and as you were leaving the building together with Leviathan, you took his hand in yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"Levi.. Were you jealous?" you cooed and tried to make eye contact with the avatar of envy who seemed to be determined not to look at you.
"S-Stupid normie... Flirting right in front of me... Even though we were wearing matching outfits and all..." Levi grumbled, pouting.
"Levi... We weren't even flirting! He did compliment my cosplay, but he was also telling me how his oldest daughter loves the character I was dressed up as well and asked me to show up at her birthday in this outfit! He said you're welcome to join, too!" you giggled, finding Leviathan really adorable all worked up like this..
"Wait, daughter?! He has a kid?!" Leviathan screamed, looking dumbfounded.
"Yeah. He's married with three children. He's no competition to you!" you smiled encouragingly.
"Oh..." Leviathan let out a long, drawn out sigh, "I guess I... Overreacted.. Sorry.."
"Just try not to.. Flood any public places again, okay?" you chuckled, "You nearly ended up summoning Lotan and that would've been REALLY hard to explain."
"Yeah.." Leviathan chuckled, fidgeting with something in his pocket.
"What is it, Levi? you questioned, finding that Leviathan had fallen quiet yet again.
"Um, I just.." he mumbled before taking something out of his pocket. It was a little charm with two goldfish kissing, "This reminded me of Henry so I.. Brought this for you.." he grumbled and offered you the keychain, averting his gaze with flushed cheeks.
"Just Henry?" you grinned but accepted the keychain with a happy smile, "Nothing else?" you winked and saw how Leviathan's blush deepened.
"O-Of course not! Aaaaah! Stop looking at me lika that!" he yelled and started to power walk away, still holding onto your hand though, perhaps even tighter than before.
'Hey MC, I'd wish to accompany you on a date today. Would that be okay?' Satan had sent you a text as you were exiting the school building. You had had different classes that day and hadn't seen each other all day, so it made sense.
'Sure! I actually have a place I heard about that I've been dying to check out! Can we go there? Pretty please?' you had texted him back, hoping he'd say yes.
'Of course. Anything you'd like.' Satan had replied like the true gentleman he was.
"This was not the place I had been expecting for us to go but.. You look happy enough to be here, so I guess it's fine." Satan smiled at you as he took a sip of his coffee.
"I know it's not your usual scene, but just look at these! So cute!" you squaled and petted a small white dog that was currently sitting on your lap.
"We have Cerberus home, is that not enough?" Satan asked, slightly confused.
"Cerberus is way too big to cuddle and carry around, silly!" you laughed as another dog tried to get your attention. The dogs seemed to be avoiding Satan like plague though.
"Why are all these dogs avoiding me?" Satan sighed, shaking his head and he took a bite out of his paw shaped chocolate cake.
"Maybe they can sense your negativity and that you're a cat person?" you suggested with a michievous grin.
"Ha-ha, real funny.." Satan sighed as his eyes locked onto one of the puppies trying to crawl on your lap, whimering and wagging it's tiny tail.
"Look at this one! Isn't he the sweetest?" You squealed and helped the puppy onto your lap, scratching behind his ear.
That's when the puppy started to lick your face affectionately, causing you to laugh.
Satan thought it looked cute, but couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed, too.
"Aren't you a good boy?" you cooed at the puppy, holding him up so he could reach your face better.
'It's just a dog, calm down, Satan..' Satan chanted silently in his head, keeping his eyes locked onto that dog.
Then that dog had the AUDACITY to snuggle up againt your chest, pressing all against it while letting out a content sigh.
"Look, I think he's about to fall asleep.." you exclaimed quietly to Satan, nearly tearing up at the pupper.
"Just put it to sleep somewhere else. We can't stay here for the entirety of its nap.." Satan grumbled, looking away from the sight.
"I can't! He's too cute and sleepy.. How I wish I could take you home.." you sighed with a sad smile, slowly petting the puppy.
"If I'm not allowed to bring cats at the House of Lamentation, you cannot bring dogs.." Satan shook his head, pouting, "Let's just leave already. I want to go to the book store." Satan grimaced and got up, having still not finished his coffee.
"But I'm not done yet! Just sit back down.." you begged the avatar of wrath but he just shook his head, walked up to your chair and began to pull it out, urging you to stand up.
The puppy however didn't seem to like the sudden interruption and in a flash he was up again, and he jumped from your arms, right into Satan's unsuspecting hands, sinking it's baby teeth into Satan's skin..
"WHAT THE F-" Satan screamed as the puppy jumped back into your arms into safety, growling at Satan, "THIS LITTLE SHIT JUST BIT ME!" he yelled angrily and you covered the dog's delicate little ears.
The dog started to whimper in fear, shying away in your arms. A barista came up to you, apologizing for the dog's behavior and taking it to the backroom to relax after the stressful experience.
"And I'm not leaving a tip! And I'll never come back! Cats are better than dogs, you imbeciles!" Satan was shouting as you dragged him out of the dog café before he could transform into his demon form, embarrassed by his childish behavior.
"Satan, what the heck was that? You behaved like an idiot back there!" you complained to him after you were far enough, crossing your arms in annoyance.
"Well, that puppy was taking all your attention and affection, and then it dared to bite me! It was trying to piss me off!" Satan exclaimed, still worked up by the recent events.
".. Were you jealous because of a dog? Seriously?" you sighed and shook your head, not believing your ears.
"I.. I wasn't jealous! I just would've rather gone to a cat café!" Satan huffed, averting his gaze while blushing.
"Yeah yeah, keep telling youself that.." you rolled your eyes and started to walk again, not bothering to wait for Satan. He caught up to you quickly though.
"I'm sorry! I was jealous! I was stupid! I just got so angry! Are you happy now?" Satan sighed, resting his hand on your shoulder.
"You really ruined our date back there.. Not to mention embarrassed me and scared the dogs.." you pouted, furrowing your brows.
"Just please, let me make it up to you.. Just tell me what you want." Satan whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"Anything?" you question, cocking your head with a growing smile on your face.
"Anything." Satan swore, putting his hand on his chest, right above where his heart should be.
"Well then..." you thought for a moment, leaving Satan hanging, "Can we go do charity work at a dog shelter?" you asked with wide puppy eyes.
Satan looked like he wanted to combust at any second but instead just sighed and nodded, "Okay, we can do that, darling.."
It was Asmo's turn to wash the household's clothes and he was checking the pockets for any small items; grimm, paper, chewing gum and such..
He was also lowkey judging everyone's clothes but that's besides the point.
He was checking the pockets of your trousers when he found a recent receipt from a jewelry store. You had bought a matching necklace and bracelet set made of emeralds.
"Green is so not your color, darling!" Asmodeus gasped, taking a closer look at the receipt. It was from two days ago, "Still.. I haven't seen them wear it yet.." Asmodeus thought out loud with pouty lips.
Asmodeus probably would have forgotten all about that incident if he hadn't seen you shopping for makeup and skincare products one day with Solomon.
"Heeey MC!" Asmodeus squealed and ran to you guys, automatically wrapping his arms around you, "Why didn't you invite me? I know much more about this stuff than Sol! No offense!" he grinned.
"None taken." Solomon shrugged with a small smile.
You however seemed tense and avoided Asmodeus' gaze, looking uneasy, "I just happened to run into Solomon, that's all.. I originally planned to go alone." you explained.
"Oh, okay, doll! Do you want me to give you any recommendations~?" Asmo hummed gleefully.
"N-No! I was just about to.. Pay for these and leave!" you exclaimed and faked a smile that Asmodeus could see right through.
"Well in that case we can walk back home together!" Asmodeus kept insisting tagging along, but was stopped by Solomon.
"MC promised to help me with some magic. We're going to go to the Purgatory Hall. I need them to myself." Solomon smiled apologetically.
"Oh... Well.. I'll just keep shopping then, I guess.." Asmodeus sighed dramatically with a theatrically dejected expression, tears at the corner of his eyes, thinking that he could guilt-trip you to come along with him like normally, but this time..
"Yeah, see you, Asmo!" you nodded before hurrying off towards the checkouts, Solomon walking behind you.
Asmo puffed his cheeks in anger, stomping away.
And that wasn't even the end of your weird behavior. One day Satan told Asmodeus how he had seen you in the Devildom variant of Bath & Body Works, buying candles, bath bombs and all types of body creams and lotions.
One day he saw you coming home carrying a paper bag from a lingerie store.
He also saw you receiving a package from a store he was very familiar with.. But the other brothers probably didn't even bat an eye at the plain-looking cardboard boxes.
You also seemed to be on your D.D.D a whole lot more, typing something constantly and smiling at the screen when you thought no one was looking at you.
But Asmodeus was looking. He was always watching.
One day he was passing your room when he heard you giggling and talking to someone, "I can't wait to see his face.. He's going to be so happy after I'm done with him.."
Unable to hang back anymore, Asmodeus banged open your door and pointed at you with an accusatory finger, "Who is he?!" he yelled dramatically.
You lowered your phone and looked up at him in confusion, just sitting on your bed, "Who?" you asked.
"That man you were buying all those things for! The man you were just talking about!" Asmo explained, his eyes burning in a way you had never seen before.
Then he saw a large pink box on the bed, filled with the forementioned items; the jewelry set, cosmetics, candles, bath bombs, body creams et cetera..
"Rats, you caught me.." you sighed, put your phone down, got up and offered the box to Asmodeus, "Happy early birthday, Asmo!" you cheered with a joyful smile on your face.
"Me? But it's still two weeks until my birthday?" Asmodeus blinked, confused, looking at the contents of the box, but took it nevertheless.
"Yes, but I started preparing so early and you caught me so.." you sighed and shook your head, disappointed, "Did you really thought I was buying all that for someone else?" you laughed.
"What else was I supposed to think when you were acting so shady and avoiding me?" Asmodeus defended himself, "But thank you, darling! All of these items are sooo cute! Why emerald, though?"
"Emerald is considered the birthstone of May in the human world. I know it's not your usual choice, but I think anything looks good on you!" you smiled. Asmo sat down the box and wrapped his arms around your waist with a grin on his face.
"Aww, you're so thoughtful, doll! One more question though," there was a familiar spark in his amber eyes, "where's the lingerie you brought?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
"Wouldn't you like to find out?" you chuckled, looking at Asmodeus with innocent eyes while flashing him a quick glimpse of your underwear.
"You naughty thing!" Asmodeus cooed and pinched your ass, making you squeal, "I want to see the rest of my present~"
"MC, could you please end the call?" you two jumped as you heard Solomon's humored voice from the loudspeaker of your D.D.D.
"You could've ended the call yourself, you perv!" you shouted, your face hot as you reached for the D.D.D, your face blooming.
"Let him listen.. Then he'll know just who you belong to.." Asmo mumbled and pushed you down on your bed before you could grab your D.D.D, trailing kisses along your neck.
"Asmooooo!"
You were at RAD together when one of Beelzebub's teammates from Fangol came up to you guys, chitchatting, but you also noticed that he kept stealing glances at you.
At first it was nice, relatively normal; Beel just felt glad you were getting along with the rest of the students, especially those in his team.
Beel took a chocolate bar out of his backpack and started to snack on it, listening to you two talking when suddenly the other demon asked you a question
"Hey, MC, would you like to come cheer for me in tomorrow's big game? It'd mean a lot to me." the demon smiled at you, his intentions hard to read.
"Oh, uh.. I don't know about that, I.." you stuttered, not knowing what to answer. You sent a pleading look at Beelzebub who just shrugged, "Shouldn't I cheer for Beel? I live with him and all.." you tried to dodge the request.
"C'mon, babe, just this once!" the demon grinned, trying to appear sheepish. You sent another glance at Beelzebub's direction.
"I don't see a problem there." Beelzebub just shrugged, occupied with his snacks.
"Well, if that's the case, then... I guess once won't hurt." you chuckled nervously and the demon's face lit up.
"Awesome! See you tomorrow, babe!" he cheered and slipped you a piece of paper, "in case you need to call me.." he winked before walking away.
The paper had his number, a name 'Sitri', alongside with a heart and a winky emoji.
"Look!" you shoved the paper at Beel's face, hoping he would react and tell you not to go, but instead he just shrugged.
"Yeah, that's his name." he told you with an oblivious smile on his face.
Fast forward, it was the big game. You were watching it alongside with Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor and Solomon. You felt ashamed, having to occasionally cheer for Sitri instead of Beelzebub.
"Hey, what's up with you cheering for that guy? Beel's playing too, you know?" Belphegor questioned you and you explained your meeting.
"Sitri is no good news! He's a lower ranking lust demon!" Mammon interjected, making your blood run cold.
"Yeah, he has a certain reputation, that's for sure. A playboy, one could say." Satan shook his head disapprovingly.
"He wouldn't dare to hurt you. I have a pact with him." Solomon just shrugged.
"And if he does, he answers directly to me. I'll make sure no one ever looks at him again." Asmo just smiled calmly, but there was a sense of venom to his words.
After the game had ended and Beel's and Sitri's team had surfaced victorious, you went down to meet up with Sitri as he had asked you to in a message. You saw both Sitri and Beelzebub walking towards you.
"Hey babe, I heard you cheering for me. Your encouragement boosted my performance for sure~" Sitri gazed at you with a flame in his eyes, sweat dripping off of him, "I'm so hot.. I should take off my shirt.." He sighed and began to undress.
You didn't know where to look so you just looked at the ground.
"Yeah, me too." Beelzebub mumbled and you looked up just long enough to see that Beel was taking his shirt off, too. That flash of his body made you certainly feel things.
"Babe, do you have some water for me?" Sitri asked and you nodded, offering him a bottle while avoiding his gaze, "Thanks, gorgeous! Oops.." he suddenly exclaimed and you looked up at him, seeing that he had spilled water down his chin and sculpted chest. Water was running down his exposed upper body.
"I'm thirsty," Beel breathed out and took the bottle from Sitri, pouring the rest of its contents on his broad chest, "Oh no, my water.. Oh well." he chuckled, shooting you a boyish grin.
"Doll, do you want to feel my muscles? They're all really trained and.. hard for you." Sitri smirked and took you by your wrist, leading it towards his ripped abdomen.
"Sorry, they can't," in a flash Beelzebub was at your side, taking your hand back and placing his hands on your waist, "MC had promised to help me stretch. Gotta go." Beel growled, his brows furrowed, and began to lead to towards the changing rooms.
Your heart was beating fast, both from anxiety but also from Beelzebub's touch.
"Did he make you feel uncomfortable?" Beelzebub suddenly inquired, giving you a worried look. You nodded sligthly and you saw Beelzebub's jaw tightening, "I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner what he was up to.." Beelzebub sighed apologetically.
"It's not your fault.." you told Beel with an understanding smile, reaching out to touch his arm. He stopped and looked down at you, his cheeks slightly tinted pink.
"I don't want you cheering for him again, okay? I felt.. Bad hearing you calling out his name. You should keep screaming my name only." Beelzebub mumbled, his eyes never leaving yours.
You weren't sure if Beelzebub even realized how his words sounded like, ".. Okay. I'll do that." you promised to him with a smile. Beelzeebub smiled back at you.
"Good," he laughed before picking you up and spinning you around like you weighed nothing, "I love you MC, you know that right?" he said so innocently, like it was the most natural thing he could ever say. Your heart skipped a beat.
"Beel, I-" you were about to answer when a voice shoted from the showers.
"Can you two take that somewhere else?! I can't come out before the human leaves!" a male voice yelled.
"Sure thing, Eligos! Just a sec!" Beel yelled back, "MC, will you wait for me? Let's go home together." he smiled at you softly.
Belphegor was your (un)official cuddle partner, right? Every night he'd wait for you to crawl into his bed, letting him fall asleep surrounded my your secure warmth, and every morning he was more and more unwilling to let you leave his bed.
During the day, he'd take all his chances to cuddle up to you, too.
He counted on you finding your way into his bed like he counted on breathing.
That when one evening when you never came, he was worried. Lying awake, he would wait in the darkness, but could not hear the familiar sound of your footsteps.
So in the end, he decided to send you a message.
'MC, where are you..? It's late and I'm tired..'
Luckily for Belphegor, he didn't have to wait for a reply for too long: 'I'm at the Demon Lord's castle.' you had replied.
Belphegor furrowed his brows slightly, 'Well, when are you coming home? I miss my cuddles..'
'I'm not.. Lord Diavolo insisted that I'd stay the night, so I'll return after school tomorrow. Sorry.' That's how your reply had read.
And let me tell you, this boy wasn't sleepy anymore. He was 100% awake, vigilant, ready to throw hands.
He was thinking about starting another revolution when he realized that Diavolo had ASKED you to stay the night and you had said YES to his invitation.
Were you going yo snuggle and cuddle up with him? He could not allow that to happen.
So Belphegor got up from his bed and snuck out of the house as silently as he could. He could not afford for anyone to wake up now.
He got out of the house succesfully and RAN towards the Demon Lord's castle, seeing red the whole way there.
Once he was outside the castle, he realized he had to be sneaky about this. Lucifer would surely punish him if he found out that his youngest brother had broken into his darling Diavolo's castle in the middle of the night.
He circled the castle from a safe distance, trying to see if there were any signs of life at any window.
His lucky streak seemed to continue as he spotted a light at one of the windows. It could've been anyone's window; but he had a good feeling he'd find you in that room.
So Belphie sized up the castle, trying to think of the best way to get into that room unseen.
Fast forward, he found himself in one of the bedrooms. Luckily for him, it was not Lord Diavolo's room and you were there all alone. Lord Diavolo hadn't managed to get you to cuddle with him afterall. L Diavolo, W Belphegor.
"Belphie! What are you doing here?" you whisper-shouted, surprised by his sudden appearance.
"I missed you.." Belphegor mumbled as he took off his shoes and clambered into the bed with you, pressing his face against the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
"You're crazy, you know that?" you sighed as you ran your hand down his back soothingly.
"Only for you.." Belphegor yawned, snuggling up to you.
Unbeknownst to you, he was currently aggressively scenting you, the bed and even the whole room, marking his territory. He was not afraid of Lord Diavolo's reaction, not in the slightest.
You were his. Not Lord Diavolo's, not Barbatos', no one else's.
But, as you were a stupid human who did not know that much about how demons worked, he was able to do all the scenting he wanted without you ever realizing it.
And that's how you two fell asleep, holding each other, just like every night before.
Belphegor had totally meant to leave before sunrise but he had unsurprisingly overslept..
So in the morning, Barbatos knocked and entered the room, holding a tray of breakfast, "Good morning, MC, Belphegor. Here's your breakfast. I hope you enjoy it." Barbatos had just smiled politely as he left the silver tray on the bedside table before backing out of the room, his eyes locked with Belphegor's, clearly smelling him all over the room and all over you.
Curiously enough, Barbatos hadn't seemed to be at all surprised by finding Belphegor there, and on the tray there was breakfast for two.
Guess he wasn't as sneaky as he had previously thought.
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Everyone else: *Writes Satan as a well-composed, elegant demon*
Me: *Makes him throw a hissy fit in a dog café*
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A/N: Any comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated! Which imagine was your favorite and why? I hope you're all good, safe and healthy.
Obey Me! You meet someone special to them [Side characters]
This is a little trope I came up with for the side characters.. I think it'll be more difficult to implement for the brothers, so I'll just leave this one here.
What if you met someone who the side characters used to really care for but that are long gone? What were their relations to them? What would they like to say to you or the side characters?
Honestly, probably none of this fit with the canon but it's fun to imagine these types of situations. Most of these are kinda angsty and some of them imply to romance between MC and the side character in question.
Read the imagines down below!
It was 3 am as you opened your eyes, sleeping next to Diavolo in his huge, luxorious bed.
You watched him breathe and slightly snore and couldn't help but smile.
However, you needed to use the bahtroom so you quietly got up from the bed, trying your hardest not to wake him up.
You glanced back as you exited the bedroom, making sure Diavolo was still calmly sleeping.
But when you got back from the bathroom, you noticed a figure at the doorway, staring at the sleeping prince.
Your first reaction was fear and worry; Who was this person? Why were they staring at Diavolo? Were they a secret admirer or perhaps just one of the servants? Were they planning to assassinate him?
So you quietly tiptoed behind the figure and mustered up all your strength before punching them from the back-
Only for your hands to go straight through them!
The figure turns around, a slightly humored smile on their face. In the darkness, it was hard to see their features fully, but you noticed it was a woman; a beautiful young woman at that.
"Hello, MC." The woman spoke quietly and nodded as you politely. You didn't know what to say.
"W-Who are you? How did you get in?!" You questioned the woman, trying to keep your panicked voice low, "If you don't leave, I'll wake Barbatos up to kick you out!" you threatened the woman
The woman chuckled with a forlorn smile, "How did I get in? Darling, I never left.. Not really." she sighed and glanced back at the bedroom.
"Can't you just tell me who you are.. Please.." you asked, your nerves eating you alive inside out.
"Very well.. I'm Diavolo's mother." the woman answered and you felt your heart drop down at your stomach. You've been talking to your possible mother-in-law like that?! How come you've never met Diavolo's mom?
"Wait, how come Diavolo has never talked about you? He only ever mentions his father here and there.." you questioned, utterly confused.
The woman hummed with an unreadable expression, "Diavolo doesn't remember me. Not many do. My pregnancy was kept a secret and as soon as I had given birth to my baby boy, I was executed."
"Executed?!" you yelled and the woman had to hush you
"Yes. The Demon King.. He's not a good man. I'm glad my son has turned out to be a much more admirable demon, even without my guidance." Diavolo's mother explained and turned to look at his son again, unshed tears gleaming in her eyes.
"But I never left. I've kept watch on him this whole time. He is my baby, I could never abandon him," her voice wavered with emotion, "Not many people know of my existance.. Barbatos does. But I've told him not to bring up my existance with my boy. I think it's better that way."
"But wouldn't Diavolo want to meet you? Don't YOU want to talk to him?" you asked the woman, still looking into the dark room, staring at the sleeping shape of the demon prince.
"He has moved on. It's been a very long time.. And well.. This is enough for me. Just to be able to see him." she spoke quietly, leaning against the door frame, "You'll stay, right?" she suddenly asked.
"Huh?" you yelped in surprise as the woman turned to look at you once more with a warm smile that reminded you a lot of the way Diavolo always looked at you.
"You'll stay by my son's side, right? He needs you more than you think he does," Diavolo's mother chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder, "He might be all-powerful and positive but deep down.. He has never received the type of love from anyone other than you, and he depends on that love like it's his lifeline. I know it from the way he looks at you.. The way he smiles at you.. The way he speaks to you.. The way he holds you.. The way he kisses you."
You were silent for a moment, wondering just how much of your relationship this ghost had been watching, "I'm not going anywhere." you finally promised, looking the woman straight into her transluscent, golden eyes.
Diavolo's mother's eyes lit up with happiness, "I'm glad. I'll haunt you if you do leave or betray him," she winked at you mischievously before throwing one last glance at her sleeping son, "I think I'll be going now. Give my son all the love I was never able to show him. I know you have made him and will continue to make him so very happy." She grins before walking off into the darkness, disappearing as she had never even been there.
You just stand there, your head still reeling from your encounter and exchange of words. You're only broken out of your trance when a tired voice calls from the darkness of your bedroom.
"Mmh.. MC? Is everything okay? Come back to bed, my love.." Diavolo beckoned you, rubbing his tired eyes as he sat up in his bed, reaching out for you with a tired smile on his face.
Barbatos had graciously invited you to have some tea with him and who are you to turn down the hot demon butler?
So that's why you were now in front of the castle doors, knocking, waiting for someone to open the door for you.
The doors opened slowly and you got ready to greet whoever opened it for you, knowing most of the castle's workers and servants by their names already.
"Oh, thank you for opening the door for me, Barbatos invited me, Hello-" you explained as you laid your eyes on the person on the other side of the door, "...Who are you?" you asked, not recognizing the demon. He was wearing a servant's outfit but you had never seen him before.
"Hello, MC. Barbatos has been expecting you." the demon smiled politely, standing back and letting you enter.
"Are you new here?" you asked, wanting to learn the demon's name. There was something familiar about him, but you just didn't know what..
"Oh, no. I'm one of the longest serving servants here at the castle." he nodded formally, not even blinking.
"How come I have never seen you before..?" you questioned but the man didn't answer, "It's fine, I guess.. What is your name?"
"My name is Murmur, I am a Great Duke and Earl of Hell, at your service," Murmur bowed down to you, his gaze piercing, "Pardon me if I am overstepping any boundaries, but would you please spare me a few minutes of your time?"
"Huh? But I'm supposed to meet up with Barbatos.." You tried to let him down gently but Murmur's patient smile didn't falter.
"Barbatos can wait for a few minutes. My matters are urgent. Please follow me." He said and lead you to the servant's wing of the castle. You couldn't help but follow, feeling intrigued. Weirdly enough, the entire wing seemed to be deserted.
Murmur took you to a dimly lit room and let out a long sigh after closing the door. When you looked at him again, you realized his form was now transparent.
"Oh, you must be surprised to see me like this. Do not worry, this is normal for me. It is hard for me to keep up the corproreal form for longer periods of time." Murmur explained as he sat down on one of the sofas. He looked older than before.
"So.. Why did you drag me here?" You questioned, looking down at your shoes.
"Ah yes. I wanted to talk to you about Barbatos." Murmur nodded.
"Barbatos? Is there something I should know about him?" You asked, trying to pry the information out of the mysterious demon.
"I suppose, yes. But before that, you should get to know me." Murmur smiled enigmatically.
"What do you mean?" You questioned with a confused tone.
"As I mentioned, my name is Murmur. My power is to oblige the souls of the deceased to appear before their conjurers to answer every desired question," Murmur told you, "And Barbatos and I go way back. I have known him longer than Lord Diavolo or even his father has. We even entered the castle together."
"How old ARE you guys?!" you gasped, trying to wrap your head around the new information.
"Older than what a human mind can understand," Murmur smirked, "We first served the Demon King. We were both butlers; Barbatos was responsible for everything related to eating and drinking, I oversaw the cleanliness of the castle. We were inseperable; like two sides of the same coin."
"What happened then? Why are you transluscent?" you held your breath, imagining how life for Barbatos was back then.
"I fell in love." Murmur smiled sadly, and you swore you could have seen his eyes tearing up although I was hard to see.
"With whom? Barbatos?" you wondered out loud and received a breathy laugh from the ghost of a demon.
"Oh my, of course not! Barbatos is like family to me," Murmur shook his head, "I found myself unable to stop thinking about a certain lady The Demon King was courting. He only saw her for her looks; silky auburn hair, tan, glowing skin, gorgeous golden eyes, a delictable body, a warm and inviting smile.. But to me, she was much more than that. She was very kind, witty, nurturing, neat and loving. If she hadn't been a demon, I'm sure her soul would have been the brightest, shiniest and purest kind."
You thought back at his words.. That description seemed to fit someone else you knew, "What happened next?"
"She felt the same way about me, that silly lady. Who was I to turn my dream woman down? We started a secret affair," Murmur recalled with a fond smile, "Eventually Barbatos found out. He adviced me to stop before anyone else found out.. But I was unable to stop seeing her. I loved her so. Barbatos didn't really understand, but didn't blow our cover either."
You had an inkling of what would happen next in the story, dreading to hear the end.
"After some time, we found out that she was pregnant. I was both overjoyed and scared. We didn't know whether the baby was mine or the Demon King's," Murmur sighed and closed his eyes, "We knew we had to come clean. There was a chance that the baby would have been illegitimate. So we told the Demon King.." Murmur stopped, taking in a deep breath.
"He didn't take it well, did he?" you sighed, your shoulders slumped.
"No, he did not. He locked me up, torturing me whenever he felt fit. He locked her up too, but did not torture her. However, after giving birth to her son, he executed her. He made me watch it happen, helplessly tied up. I never got to meet the child, either. Not when I was alive, anyway." Murmur revealed the horrible truth, one that you had seen coming but did not want to believe in.
"Wait.. Is that child.. Lord Diavolo?" you questioned and Murmur nodded, "So, who is Lord Diavolo's father?"
"There is perhaps only one being who knows the answer to that.. But he has sworn to keep that secret forever", Murmur answered your question, "The night before I was executed, Barbatos came to see me. He offered to let me go and told me to run, but I refused. I just wanted to see my love again. Barbatos didn't understand that time either. He did not understand why I was willing to lose my life for love. But I understood. And I think.. Barbatos understands now, too." He fixed his gaze on you with a knowing smile.
"What do you mean by that?" you asked, taken back by his words. Murmur only chuckled while shaking his head.
"If you do not know it now, you will one day. Thank you for listening to my ancient story. I do hope it was not awfully boring," Murmur thanked you with sincerity, "Now, I know I have already overstayed my welcome, but.. Would you mind giving this to Barbatos?" He asked and handed you something.
You took the item from his hand; it was an old locket, "Can I open it?" you asked but Murmur shook his head.
"Please do not. Barbatos can share it with you if he wishes to; but for now, I think the contents of this locket are better to be shrouded in mystery." Murmur said apologetically before standing up, his form wavering even more.
"Will I ever see you again?" you suddenly question Murmur, feeling like he was an old friend leaving for a long trip.
"Possibly, if the Fates so allow," Murmur hummed as he looked you over once more, "Farewell, MC. Please be patient with Barbatos. He feels way more than he lets on." And having said that, he disappeared completely.
Not even a minute later, you received a worried text from Barbatos, inquiring where you were. You typed him a message, telling him you would meet him soon, putting the locket in your pocket hastily.
You had gone to the town centre of Devildom to hang out with Simeon when all of the sudden he had to excuse himself, having remembered that he had to buy something from a store you two had walked past.
You waited for him outside the store, skimming through your D.D.D with a bored expression on your face.
You were snapped out of your trance only when a pair of hands appeared from the darkness, pinning you against the wall.
You looked up in fear, meeting the cold eyes of a demon with a deformed face who you had never met before.
"Back off! I'm not alone!" you puffed your cheeks, trying your best to appear intimidating, but the demon merely chuckled, "You do know I'm under the protection of Lord Diavolo and the seven demon brothers, right?! Do you want me to summon one of them?!" you added, your gaze unwavering.
"Feisty. I like that," the demon finally spoke with a humored tone, "Come with me, little one." he suddenly grabbed you by your wrist and started to drag you away.
"Let go! Do you have a death wish?!" you screamed as the demon dragged you to some back alley.
But the back alley.. Didn't look like what you were expecting.
The walls of the buildings were painted with beautiful murals depicting a serene, celestial scene.
It had two figures dressed as angels; two that you recognized. One of the angels were Simeon, one of them was the demon who had kidnapped you, albeit his appearance more symmetrical and angelic.
"What.. What is this?" you questioned and reached out to touch the mural. It felt warm under your touch and it seemed to be moving and pulsing, as if it was a living and breathing being.
"My name is Bifrons. I won't hurt you. Solomon would kill me if I did," the demon opened his mouth, "I have a pact with him."
"Sure.." you gave the demon a suspicious look, yet continued to observe the mural. Suddenly the picutre changed. Now it depicted a war, led by another familiar figure. Lucifer, shining bright like a morning star, leading a large group of angels. You could spot Bifrons in the crowd with Lucifer but you saw no Simeon in the there.
"You used to be an angel?" you questioned the demon next to you.
"Yes. Just like the brothers." Bifrons explained with a wry smile on his face as he kept his eyes on the mural.
Then, another new picture. This time it was of Bifrons, standing above someone who was kneeling down, holding their hands in front of their face to protect themselves. Bifrons was holding a large, golden scimitar, ready to strike down the vulnerable angel..
When the mural Bifrons' face softened and he lowered his sword, "Simeon, is that you..?" he questioned with a shaky voice. The angel who had been hiding behind his hands revealed his face. It was indeed Simeon.
"B-Bifrons..?" Simeon questioned, tears welling in his eyes, "What are you doing on their side?"
"I believe... This is the right thing to do. I can't stand by idly any longer, Simeon," Bifrons spoke, his eyes wide with surprise, "You can still join us, Simeon. Please don't make me do this.." he pleaded, holding out his hand for Simeon to take.
"Bifrons.. My brother.. If you desert your post, I'm sure Father will find enough forgiveness to take you back.." Simeon shook his head, staring at Bifrons' hand, unmoving.
"You know I have to kill you.." Bifrons mumbled, his hands shaking, "Simeon, it's been us two before I was even me.. I don't want to fight you.."
"Just do it, Bifrons.. If anyone kills me, I'd rather have it be you." Simeon smiled with pain in her eyes, lowering his head for Bifrons to get a clean cut.
"Simeon, I..." Bifrons gasped, staring at Simeon with teary eyes, "I can't!" Bifrons suddenly yelled, threw his scimitar as far as he could and ran towards the edge of the clouds, determined.
"Bifrons, don't jump!" Simeon screamed and quickly got up to run after him, but it was too late. Bifrons jumped off the edge, falling down, his pure white wings burning up and turning into ash, "Bifrons!" Simeon cried out, looking over the edge, tears streaming down his face.
And after that, the mural went still, "Simeon and I.. We were the bestest of friends in the Celestial Realm. We were like brothers.. No, twins even. We just shared a special bond. I haven't seen him since the fall.. I just haven't gathered the courage to face him. I was hoping you could.. Help me out." Bifrons admitted bashfully.
Before you could even answer his request, you heard a voice behind you call out, "B-Bifrons..? I-Is that you?" A familiar voice questioned and the two of you turned around to see Simeon standing at the entrance of the alley, wide-eyed and shocked.
"Simeon, I... Long time no see, eh?" Bifrons chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head and avoiding Simeon's eyes.
"Bifrons!" Simeon screamed, dropped his shopping bags and ran to embrace the demon, "Where have you been, brother? I've looked for you everywhere ever since I arrived to Devildom!" Simeon admitted with a wide smile on his face as he held Bifrons close.
"I.. I was too ashamed.. And I didn't want you to see me like this.. I'm only a shadow of my former self.." Bifrons confessed but hugged Simeon back.
"I don't care if your face is deformed. I don't care that you're a demon. You're still my best friend, Bifrons." Simeon snuggled against the demon with a content smile.
You may have felt slightly jealous, but.. It was a sweet reunion, so you couldn't be too mad.
It was a beautiful day in the human world. The angels had decided to pay you a visit and you were hanging around in a park.
You were sitting on the park bench, in the shade of a large oak tree, yet you still complained about being so hot and wanting to cool down.
The angels, being used to higher temperatures, offered to go and buy you some soda and ice cream. They promised to be right back as they left you all alone waiting for their return with the cool treats.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the soft breeze and the sounds of nature as you felt someone sitting next to you quietly.
You quickly opened your eyes, half-panicking and half expecting to see either Luke or Simeon but instead your eyes met the dark brown eyes of a young boy.
The boy must've been no older than 12. He sat next to you, quietly kicking his feet, avoiding your eye contact with a gentle smile on his face.
".. Are you okay? Are you lost? Where are your parents?" You asked the boy with a slight hint of worry. You see the boy's body tense up but then he took a deep breath, composing himself quickly.
"I'm okay. No need to worry for me.. My name is Dawid. But say.. That young blonde boy who just left.." he trailed off, staring into the distance with a smile.
"Oh, his name is Luke. Do you want to play with him?" You chuckled as you took a closer look at the boy's apperance. Weird, his outfit didn't seem too modern.. He was wearing a white buttondown, suspenders and shorts.
"We're already friends," the boy turned to face you, his cheeks suddenly turning slightly pink, "Well, at least I see him as my friend.." he grumbled and fiddled with his fingers.
"Oh, you've met him already?" you questioned, positively surprised, "How did you meet him?"
"It's been a long time already," the boy smiled at the memory, "I was playing on a playground when this older, bigger boy walked up to me and took my favorite toy and pushed me onto the ground. I was about to cry when Luke suddenly appeared, stood between my bully and I and demanded that he'll give me my toy back."
"Well, did he?" you asked, immersed into the story.
"No.. He punched Luke." the little boy grimaced at the memory and you felt your blood boil.
"Where is this boy?! I want to talk to his parents.." you muttered angrily, balling up your fists at the thought of someone laying their hands on Luke.
"I took Luke back to my home and helped him patch up. After that we became fast friends." the boy continued with his story, his eyes scanning his environment, perhaps looking for Luke.
"I didn't know Luke had a human frie- I mean-!" You quickly covered up your mouth, realizing you were about to spill the beans of Luke's real identity.
However, the boy seemed amused at your reaction, "It's fine, I already know of his celestial origins. He told me about it once."
You wondered whether angels were even allowed to disclose such information to humans! Was Luke going to suffer some negative consequences?
"Luke told me he was assigned to be my guardian angel.. That's why he came between my bully and I. I was his first human to be guarded, some sort of test to see if he was ready for a promotion." The boy explained the situation to you in greater detail.
"Well, I'm sure he's done great job so far!" You smiled, proud of your little angel friend. You were about to open your mouth again when the pained expression on the little boy's face made you stop in your tracks.
"He was doing well.. Until the war came." He suddenly closed his eyes and winced, as if remembering a painful memory. You laid your hand on the boy's shoulders soothingly, only for your hand to phase through him. You pulled you hand back in shock, a realization dawning on you.
"You.. You're dead?" You asked silently and the boy nodded.
"My home town was annihilated. The death toll was in thousands. There was nothing Luke could've done about it," The boy sighed, looking down at his feet, "Can you relay a message for me?" He then inquired, meeting your eyes fully with shining hope within.
"What kind of message?" You breathed out, not having expected to hear those words from the young ghost.
"Tell him.. I'm sorry he didn't get promoted. And that I always believed in him, and still do, and that he did an amazing job looking after me. Tell him he was like a brother to me. Tell him that he doesn't have to keep blaming himself. I know he can be hard on himself.." The boy told you his long list of wishes and you listened to him intently, knowing you absolutely had to remember each wish he had.
"I'll tell Luke," you nodded determinedly, "Hey, by the way, can I ask you something? I-" you started but got cut short.
"He's coming! I need to go! Thank you for your help! Goodbye!" The boy suddenly yelled and pointed ahead where you could see two figures approaching. Before you could ever say your goodbyes, the spirit was gone, leaving you all alone on the park bench.
"Hey MC! I hope you didn't have to wait for too long!" Luke yelled at you, waving his hands excitedly, "I picked all of your ice cream flavors! I hope you like them!" He kept shouting as he got closer.
"Here, MC." Simeon offered you the ice cream and soda he was carrying.
"Wait, MC.. Are you crying?!" Luke suddely gasped and only then did you realize that there were tears streaming down your face, "Are you okay?!"
"Don't worry Luke, I.. I'm okay. No need to worry about me," you smiled and wiped your tears away, But say, Luke.. Do you remember a little boy named Dawid?"
You were on an adventure in the human world with Solomon, trying to find some rare ingredients.
You had split up around this abandoned town near a desert when out of sheer curiosity, you entered one of the remaining houses to see what's it like inside.
In what you supposed to be the old living room, you found a woman standing with her back to you.
The woman turned to face you with a mysterious smile on her face, "Hello. My name is Naamah. I'm a princess from the kingdom of the Ammonites and Solomon's wife."
The last word the woman had said, wife, made your heart sink. Did this mean Solomon had been married this whole time?! How had he let that one slip?! You felt your face growing warm from either anger or embarrassment.
Naamah however seemed to sense your discomfort, "Or should I say, ex-wife." she added, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards.
"Wait, so you're divorc-" you began to speak but suddenly shut up when you thought of her previous words further. This lady was an Ammonite princess? The kingdom of Ammon has not existed in.. Centuries.. Millenias even.
The story of the Wise King Solomon came back to you. You guessed it made sense that someone as old as Solomon had been married before. You couldn't really hold it against him, right?
You took a closer look at Naamah. She had long, brown hair, dark and warm eyes and she was dressed up in a beautiful silk gown, accessorised by extravagant jewellery. She certainly looked like a princess. You felt slightly ordinary standing next to her.
"Well, what are you doing here? Do you.. Do you want Solomon back?" you asked, unable to hold your tongue back any longer. Just the thought of conversing with someone Solomon used to be in love with made you somewhat jealous.
The woman's laughter rang inside the room like a bell, "Oh no, you've gotten me all wrong!" she giggled, humored by your jealosy, "If you feel jealous, imagine how I felt having to share him with nearly 1000 other women!"
"1000?!" you didn't know how you had forgotten the stories about him having 700 wives and 300 concubines, "I'm gonna kill him.." you mumbled angrily.
Naamah finally caught her breath after laughing so hard, "We're all dead. We're no competition to you, sweetie. The dead own nothing. There's no penny to my name, no contracts tying me down, none of my previous life.. Solomon's all yours." she smirked.
"What made you think I even wanted him.." you rolled your eyes, your cheeks burning up again. Naamah shook her head with an exasperated sigh.
"Don't hold his past against him. Solomon.. He has always been a free-spirited man, hard to tie down, but he's done plenty of good, too. His intelligence and experience precedes him and is rivaled by no other living human." Naamah spoke gently yet firmly, like looking back at a memory you treasured but were over with.
"I just.. Feel so meaningless in this constant stream of life. My life will be gone in what feels like a minute to Solomon. How could I ever amount to anything special?" you sighed, finally admitting your fears regarding your relationship with Solomon to anyone.
Naamah look at you with understanding eyes, "You're already special to him. You might not see it that way but.. You've made him feel whole again, after feeling so dispersed and incomplete for hundreds of years." she let you know with a smile.
"I don't follow.." you mumbled, shying away, feeling like all air had been sucked out of the room.
"Solomon never remarried after his days as the King of Israel. He swore off marriage altogether. I can understand his reasoning," she chuckled while examining her fingernails, "But I could see him taking that step again with you someday, as long as you're interested in that." she just dropped a bomb like that on you and expected you not to flounder.
"M-Marry me?! What are you talking about? That's.. That's insane!" you squealed, not knowing where to look and how to breathe like a normal person.
"Hey, if you know any nice single ghost gentlemen, can you put in a good word for me?" Naamah grinned mischievously before she froze and her smile disappeared, her eyes staring at something behind you.
"What?" you asked and turned around, only to see Solomon standing behind you.
"Naamah, that's enough. Quit scaring my apprentice." Solomon laughed yet you could sense something tenser behind his laughter. Something troubled.
"Aww, Sol. I just wanted to see who this person you're so smitten with is like," Naamah chuckled, having regained her composure, "Ah, and now that I remember, Sol. You haven't been paying your child support in SUCH A LONG TIME-"
"Number one, child support did not exist during your lifetime. Second, Rehoboam has been dead for a long time. Third, you're a ghost, you don't need money." Solomon sighed with a knowing smile, fully aware that his ex-wife was merely teasing him.
"Okay, okay. I understand. I'll leave you two be," Naamah chuckled as she started to disappear, "Oh! And if you two DO get married, please don't forget to invite me!" she called out as she was disappearing, he voice getting smaller and quieter by the second before fully disappearing into the void.
".. Does she appear to you often like this?" You asked Solomon, crossing your arms. You had many questions to ask from him.
Solomon cleared his throat, not meeting your eyes, "Not really. Maybe every 300 years or so unless something special takes place. She's the only one who has stayed in contact with me all this time."
"So.. I want to know more about the rest of your wives.." You spoke with a dangerous tone.
"Oh brother.." Solomon sighed, shaking his head.
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*Simeon sees Bifrons*: Bifrons, Where the hell have you been, loca?
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A/N: Any likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! :) I hope you're all having a good day.
If anyone has ever wondered about my character ranking, here it is!
I also have some HCs and imagines written in my drafts but they're kinda weird and I don't know if I wanna post them.. :/
Read my explanations for the placements down below! Feel free to also share or comment your own ranking :)
Explanations:
Barbatos: My absolute favorite so far. I just like mysterious, calm and polite people and I adore his powers. His demon form is also very pretty. He just has so much potential and I love imagining all types of different scenarios with him.
Simeon: My number two. He's so pretty. He's also a writer and I love writing too. He's both sweet and gentle but cheeky, which I find very likeable. His voice is also so soothing!
Belphegor: I know a lot of people don't like him because of lesson 16 but I'm a Belphie apologist. I love his dynamic with Beel and I think I'd get along with him quite well, I love to sleep, I can be very sassy and I'm usually considered smart, just like him. I wish he was written better in the first season. He has so much potential.
Beel: He's the sunshine to Belphie's moonlight, the sunrise to Belphie's sunset.. As I said, their dynamic is precious. I love how sweet he is and how much he cares for his family. I do wish his character was written to be more multi-dimensional though.
Diavolo: He's my fastest tier climber, I'm a rather recent Diavolo lover. He's just an interesting character with a lot of depth and potential, you know? He reminds me quite a bit of myself.
Solomon: Again, I feel like his character has so much potential. I like his thirst for knowledge and how he's so chill yet smart and somewhat mysterious, although he seems more approachable than f.ex. Babratos.
Satan: I honestly love a lot of things about him and he would rank higher if his sin wasn't wrath. I just don't do well with angry people and I feel like his sin scares me the most. I feel like in real life we would be good friends though.
Asmodeus: He's like bestie material! I like how caring he is towards his family even if his narcisisstic side is a bit much sometimes. He would rank higher if I didn't feel like he'd bully me in real life lmao :(
Mammon: At first I didn't like Mammon but now I like him way more. Some days I like him more than Satan and Asmo too, today's just not one of those days. I just feel like he'd kinda annoy me in real life but other than that, he's lovely. I do have a soft spot for him tho.
Luke: For the longest time he was my least favorite because I felt weird ranking him anywhere else BUT this ranking is 100% platonic and he's like a little brother that I never had. He reminds me of me as a child. Another soft spot for me even though he ranks rather low.
Lucifer: I don't really dislike Lucifer but the way he's treated by the fandom sometimes annoys me. Also he's just a bit too relatable at times. I still like him but he sometimes just makes me sigh.
Leviathan: He's another bestie material! I just struggle seeing him romantically and sometimes the way he's written just makes me cringe. But I feel like in real life we would get along for sure.
I don't know Thirteen, Mephistopheles and Raphael well enough to rank them quite yet.
As you can see, I'm a side character enthusiast. I just find most of them more interesting than the brothers haha.
