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A Shocking Twist

Summary: in which, someone who was thought to be dead and gone suddenly walks through Arella’s front door.

a/n: I came up with this plotline like 2 years ago but never really had the time to sit down and write it… I’m just glad I’m actually getting around to it now.

“Mum, I got those boxes you wanted.”

“Thanks, Azalea. Just set it on my desk for now.” Arella looks up from the email she’d been writing just moments ago.

For the past two weeks, the human and her daughter had been staying in the human world on a girls’ trip while RAD was out on summer holidays. Today, the pair were going through the house and clearing out all the junk in preparation for Arella to sell her childhood home.

“This is nice and all but why now all of a sudden sell your childhood home?” Azalea asks seemingly out of the blue. “I thought it’d just become one of those ancestral properties and you’d just leave it to me or my brothers when ya kicked the bucket.”

“I could do that,” Arella hums, “but I figured it might be worth more to sell it and just buy a more modern place in one of the boroughs of London. To be honest, the property it’s placed on is beautiful, but I’ve always hated that it was so isolated from everything.”

“Huh… well anyway, since you’re gettin’ rid of all this shit in here, can I look through it and keep whatever I want?” Not waiting for her mother answer, the half-demon starts rummaging through the boxes she’d just set down.

“I suppose telling you ‘no’ would be too little too late now,” The human chuckles, “but sure, keep whatever you like. Think of it as your reward for helping me.”

“Sweet.” As Azalea is digging through the boxes, the front door can be head swinging open- something that catches both her and Arella’s attention.

“It’s probably just the realtor come to do an appraisal.” The human replies when her daughter shoots her a concerned look. “You can join us once you get bored.”

“I ain’t never heard of a realtor that just walks into someone’s house without knockin’ though.” The white-and black-haired girl scoffs as she and her mother head downstairs to greet the mystery visitor.

When they reach the ground floor however, they find a man just standing awkwardly looking at some of the pictures that lined the entry wall.

He was tall, well over six foot, with a tan complexion. The man’s hair, clearly once as back as the feathers of a raven, was now streak with gray and while he wasn’t looking directly at them just yet, it was difficult to miss his striking green eyes and the constellation of freckles that lined his cheeks.

To the average on looker, he looked no different than just some guy you’d pass by on the street- so plain one would almost never remember his face if asked to recall him but to Arella he almost looked like…

No… she shakes the thought away before it can even take hold in her mind. that man passed away many years ago.

“Can I help you?” The human’s voice comes out timider than she’d be pleased to admit.

The man turns his head at the sound of her voice and the way his eyes light up when they fall upon her makes both her and her daughter uncomfortable.

“‘Relly…” his voice is so soft, smile so warm that it freezes Arella in her place. Only one person had ever called her by that nickname.

A trick…? Emerald eyes search the face of the man in front of her for any imperfection that might confirm the thoughts in her mind. A transformation spell? Reanimation? No, I don’t sense any foreign magic here… Could it really be?

“Dad?” Tear prick at the corners of her eyes.

“Yeah. It’s-” He takes a step forward but stops when Azalea puts herself between him and her mother.

“Look, man, I don’t know who ya are, and I don’t really care at this point but if you take so much as another step towards my mother, I’ll rend ya to shreds and feed ya to the worms.” The growl in the half-demon’s voice makes her words not so much a threat but rather a promise.

“I mean no harm.” He puts his hands up in a non-threatening gesture. “My name is Trevor- Trevor Thompson. I’m your-”

“Get out.” The interjection of Arella’s seething voice catches them both off guard.

“‘Rell-”

“No!” She shouts. “I don’t know who you are or what kind of sick joke you think this is, but Trevor Thompson has been dead for decades!”

“Please,” the man calling himself Arella’s father tries to explain, “just give me a chance to-”

“Hey Bozo, you did hear ‘er, right?” Azalea asks as she cracks her knuckles, ready for a fight if it comes down to it. “She said beat it. Now you can either listen or I toss ya out myself. Pick yer poison.”

With a defeated sigh, the man rummages around in the pocket of his trench coat and produces a business card. Setting it on the small table next to him, he gives Arella on last mournful look- one she meets with a glare.

“I’ll go. I just… wanted to see my little girl again. I know this is a lot to take in at the moment but if you change your mind, my contact information is on the back of this card. There’s so much I want to discuss with you.”

With that, he takes his leave the way he’d come in. As the front door closes behind him, Arella lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in.

The sight of her mother’s state only makes Azalea frown, having never really been good at cheering others up, she figures that maybe a sarcastic comment might lift the mood. “So much for a nice peaceful girls’ trip, huh?”

・・・〆・・・

Sitting on her bed, Arella holds her head in her hands. Getting so worked up has left the human with a migraine that just would not let up.

“Hey Mum?” Azalea whispers, poking her head through the doorway. “I’m gonna make dinner. Do you want anything special?”

“No… I’m quite fine, sweetheart. Thank you though. And please be careful with the knives if you’re using any- I don’t want you nearly slicing your thumb off again.”

“Will do.” She disappears back down to the kitchen.

With a sigh, Arella digs out her DDD, thinking about calling one of her partners just to vent about this. And she almost does until her husband’s name pops up on her screen.

“Hey,” she starts, “perfect timing. I was just about to call you.”

“Yeah, a little birdy told me I should probably check up on ya.” Mammon replies. “So, what’s up? You doin’ alright?”

“Not really if I’m being honest.” Arella sighs. “A dead man walked into my house today and I don’t know what to think about it…”

“Ooooh yikes… like a literal zombie or are you sayin’ that as like a figure of speech?”

“I meant it as a figure of speech, love. The undead didn’t actually walk into the house… anyway, he left his business card with me with his contact information. Said if I change my mind to reach out but… I don’t know, Mammon. What should I do?”

“Who even is this mystery man anyway, Babe?” The demon asks inquisitively.

“My dad…”

“…Really?”

“Yeah, really.” She sighs as lays back on the bed. “That’s why I asked what I should do. Should I call him? Should I just ignore this and pretend it never happened? He’s been alive all this time, yet he never bothered to show back up until now. He’s got to want something, right? And why would he fake his own death to begin with? Wouldn’t it have been enough just to ask my mother for a divorce and call it a day? I don’t get it.”

“I’d hear the guy out if I was you.” Mammon replies, “I mean what could it possibly hurt? Maybe askin’ for a divorce was outta the question, or maybe he saw some shit ‘n had to go into witness protection. You’re never gonna know unless you talk to him ‘n find out.”

“I know… I know… but…” Arella groans in frustration, “things would have been much better if he would have just stayed away.”

“Hey, listen, whatever you choose to do will work out in the end.” There was a loud crash on Mammon’s end of the line and Arella can hear the demon scold Cyrus and Aurelius about roughhousing in the house even as he does his best to muffle the phone in his shirt. “Sorry, Treasure, I gotta go deal with whatever the hell that was. Love ya and I’ll see ya soon.”

“Love you too,” the human smiles, shaking her head as the line disconnects. “Never a dull moment at home.”

・・・〆・・・

To be continued…

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[amor-immortalem]

Happy Valentine’s Day

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[amor-immortalem]

The Price of a Soul epilogue

Word count: 2k+

A/N: here it is, the final part I never posted because I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to end it.

・・・〆・・・

Just weeks after waking up and being released from the hospital and placed under a less strict form of house arrest, Solaris finds himself feeling… off. He’s not used to the living situation he’s currently faced with. His home-life feels less… busy somehow. Maybe it was due to him being used to having to work his everyday schedule around Lucifer’s so he would get to spend even small parts of the day- like mealtimes- with his father, but that his mother has come back to life, Solaris finds that his household’s schedule is laxer than it has ever been.

His father has stopped spending crazy amounts of time buried under paperwork, time spent together during meals is longer, and they actually do things as a family now instead of just two people who happen to live together and happen to be related.

Taking all things into consideration, the half-demon should be happier now than he’s ever been, but a part of him feels like something is missing and Solaris doesn’t know how to tell either of his parents about this feeling.

“It’s like I’m numb inside,” he confesses one day to his cousin as they sit on the back steps leading out into Solaris’ backyard. “Even with that stupid pendant I used to have to wear around my neck to keep my demonic heritage under control, there was always this constant hum I felt in the back of my brain… but now? It’s like all of that is gone- like my powers never existed in the first place…”

“Hmm…” Azalea studies her cousin as if he were a germ under a microscope, “that is weird. Maybe your powers just need to stockpile? When the earthquake hit, you discharged all that magic that was storing up in your body over the last 14 years at one time, right?”

“Something like that…” the orange-and-black-haired half-demon shrugs.

“Then give it some time. I wouldn’t worry about it.” She stands, brushing herself off. “Imma head out now. It was nice to see you up ‘n about instead of in a hospital bed.”

Solaris only nods before a realization crosses his mind. “Hey, wait a minute! I never thanked you!”

“Ya don’t gotta. It’s a thing that happened- don’t dwell on it. Just hurry up ‘n beat these stupid ‘terrorism’ charges the House of Lords is tryin’ to stick on ya so you can start at RAD. I need a proper competitor for my place as top spot in the school.” And then she’s gone like the wind.

“Don’t remind me. Just thinking about that whole mess is giving me a headache.” The 16-year-old only sighs as he heads back inside and retreats to his room for the time being- anything to avoid being alone with his mother. He climbs up into his loft bed and burrows under his duvet. He’s at peace for just a little bit before Aubrie is calling him down for dinner.

The trek back downstairs takes longer than it should, Solaris dragging his feet every step of the way. Maybe he’s hoping if he takes long enough, that it’ll give his father enough time to walk through the door, but when Solaris finally makes it to the table, he finds it’s just his mother.

“Dad’s not home yet?”

“No,” Aubrie replies. “He told me he’d be staying later at RAD tonight to work through some of the things that had backlogged during his leave that Lord Diavolo or Barbatos weren’t able to get to. It was his first day back, after all.”

“Oh…” the half-demon mumbles, unsure of why this was the first time he’d heard of any of this, “yeah that’s right. Okay.”

Dinner is quiet. Solaris finds his appetite lacking despite the meal being one of his favourites- anxiety twists his stomach in knots. What if something were to happen and his powers should return suddenly? He already knows he can’t control himself. What if he harms his mother again? What if he kills her again?

“Solaris?” Aubrie’s voice is filled with worry. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

“I…” he pauses, “It’s nothing. I’m just… May I be excused from the table? I’m not feeling very well.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to at least try a couple bites? You’ve barely had anything to eat since breakfast and your so thin as it is...”

Solaris only shakes his head, and it makes Aubrie frown. She thought the two of them having dinner together without Lucifer might be enough to break the ice between them. What was she doing wrong?

“Will you please tell me what’s wrong?” Her voice is soft as she moves seats to sit next to her son. “I can’t make things better if I don’t know what to fix.”

When her son looks up at her, it breaks her heart to see the terror in his eyes.

“I- it’s not you. Mom, I’m scared.” His voice quivered, “I don’t want to hurt you again if everything comes back unexpectedly.”

“Oh…” another frown sets itself in her expression, “Baby, I’m so sorry you’re worried about something like that.” She pulls him into a tight hug. “It’s going to be okay; I promise.”

“Aren’t you afraid of me?” His voice sounds so small. “Don’t you hate me?”

“No, dear, never. I could never hate you, regardless of what happened. I love you more than anything else. You’re my baby and you always will be no matter what.”

And then come more tears, ugly sobbing that he can’t control. For years and years, he’d been wanting to hear these very words- words that would absolve him of the guilt he’s carried around in his heart all this time- but the only person who could ever say them was always just out of reach. Now that she’s here, maybe Solaris can finally start to forgive himself.

・・・〆・・・

Hours after dinner, Lucifer manages to drag himself through the front door. This is why he specifically should never be allowed to take a leave of absence from work. It felt like there had been mountains of paperwork waiting for him, but none of that matters now. He’s home now, in the one place he knows he can relax with two of the most important people to him in this life or the next.

The demon sets off in search of his wife. Knowing his child, the boy would have crawled into bed long ago.

It doesn’t take Lucifer long to find her, she’s finishing up with the dinner dishes.

“Aubrie?” He calls out to her as she turns to greet him. “You’re not usually one to let the dishes sit. Is everything alright?”

“How was work?” She changes the subject, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“It was… the same as it’s always been, I’m afraid.” He replies, arms winding around her waist in a gentle hold. “How was your day? Is our son still avoiding you?”

“He was for a majority of the day…” her mind seems troubled, “Lucifer, you can’t leave me alone with him for as long as you did tonight... at least not for these first few months.”

Her admission concerns the Avatar of Pride.

“Why? Did something happen? Are you two okay? Neither of you are hurt, are you?” The worry that etches itself on his face is easy to read.

“No, dear, we’re fine but our son is absolutely terrified that he’s going to harm me again.”

At that, all the worry drains from the demon’s face and is replaced with slight concern. Perhaps it was still too early for him to have returned from leave.

“Where is Solaris now? Is he still awake?”

“His room,” Aubrie replies, “there was a breakdown at dinner, and I spent so long comforting him that he almost fell asleep on my lap. I sent him off to bed shortly after and he’s been there ever since. I saved you a plate from dinner- would you like me to heat it up for you?”

“No, I’m more tired than I am hungry. Let’s just head to bed. I’ll just take the leftovers for lunch tomorrow.” Lucifer releases his wife from his arms as he takes a hold of her hand, entwining their fingers.

She only nods, smiling to herself at the small gesture of affection. A good night’s rest sounds nice right now.

・・・〆・・・

Once morning rings in, Lucifer finds himself up earlier than usual. He frowns at the thought of having to get up and start the day even though for once, he’d much rather stay buried under the covers with his wife until well past the morning hours.

Perhaps he should get up though. It would give him a chance to surprise Aubrie with breakfast in bed. No doubt the smell of food would be enough to draw Solaris down from his room as well.

With his mind made up, the demon rises carefully as not to wake the human lying next to him and makes his way to the kitchen. The sound of rustling around and the beeping of the microwave piques the Avatar of Pride’s curiosity.

There in the kitchen, he finds Solaris retrieving what was left from his picked-at dinner from the night before out of the microwave as he brews some coffee. Lucifer watches him for a moment as Solaris practically scarfs his food down while he sits on the counter, humming in content as he enjoys the leftovers on his plate. The demon chuckles to himself as he watches his adorable son.

“Enjoying yourself?” The sound of Lucifer’s voice makes Solaris jump. “If last night’s dinner is as good as you’re making it out to be, then I’ll have quite a treat for lunch.”

“It is really good...” The teen admits, “Did I wake you and Mom by making too much noise?”

“No, I was already up.” Lucifer starts rummaging around in the cabinets, grabbing out the dishes he’d need to make breakfast. “And your mother doesn’t wake all that easily. She’s still asleep so I thought I would make us all breakfast. Are you still hungry?”

“Mhm... Oh- I made some coffee.” Solaris hops down from the counter and spins around to check how much longer the coffee would need to brew. “It should be ready in a few minutes. Do you want a cup? I was going to have a couple on my own but since you’re up we could split it instead.” He’s grabbing a two coffee mugs down from the cabinet above his head before Lucifer can even answer.

“Well, since you’ve gone to all the trouble, I suppose I wouldn’t mind a cup. What do you want for breakfast?”

Solaris thinks for a moment. His mother had made omelettes yesterday, so an egg dish was out of the question. They had pancakes the day before that and the day before that they’d had shadow hog sausage and hash-browns. Maybe a dish from the human world would be better. “What about French Toast? We haven’t had that in a while.”

“I think that’s a wonderful choice.”

・・・〆・・・

The bedroom door creaks open slowly as the boys bring a large tray with three fully loaded plates into the room with them. Aubrie is still dozing soundly, unaware of her surroundings. Gently, Lucifer shakes her awake.

“Aubrie…” his voice is soft, “it’s time to wake up.”

Slowly, she peaks open an eye, not registering what’s going on, mind still fogged by the hold sleep has on her. Aubrie blinks once, twice, three times before she even notices the smell of the food.

“You guys made breakfast?” She sits up fully awake now as Solaris nods. “You’re both so sweet. Thank you.”

After a careful balancing of the dishes so no mess can be left on the bed, the trio digs in to their meal, enjoying what’s left of this peaceful morning.

・・・〆・・・

End

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Aren’t We Enough?

A/N: challenge: Kuro finishes their WIPS 2024 edition. But no, really, I’ve been sitting on this since the beginning of 2022 when I was posting somewhat regularly (man do I miss those days)

・・・〆・・・

Azalea and Aurelius don’t ask questionsd. It’s not for lack of caring but rather, they’ve learned that sometimes if you ask the wrong questions, you get answers that you really find tgcould have gone your whole life without knowing.

So, when they notice the way their mother is putting on weight and the way her midsection starts to grow from more than just body fat and the way their parents both seem so worried about it, they pretend they don’t see anything, don’t notice anything. They don’t ask what’s wrong even though the pair already know.

And Azalea and Aurelius would rather not know either. They would have been happier to not know but that’s not an option. Not when this will affect the rest their lives as a new sibling tends to do.

So, when their parents sit them down. The pair of half-demons aren’t surprised by the news. They aren’t stupid- they know what pregnancy looks like. The surprise comes from learning that the birth of this baby could very well mean the end of their mother’s life.

“So why didn’t ya just get rid of it when ya found out you were pregnant?” Azalea speaks first, a confused look on her face. “I mean it would be common sense, right? Get rid of the problem before it even becomes an issue.”

“Even if it wouldn’t kill you, why would you need a third child anyway?” Aurelius just doesn’t understand so he asks the question that’s on both of their minds. Was something wrong with him and his sister? “You already have one of each. Aren’t we good enough? Did we do something wrong?”

“Of course you are,” Mammon says, “Look, it’s just sometimes these things happen. It doesn’t mean ya did anything wrong- this is more on your mother ‘n I than it is you two.”

“But there’s gotta be some reason why you’d keep it, right?” Azalea chimes in, “I mean if what you’re sayin’ is true and we were fine enough on our own without addin’ another kid to the mix then why didn’t Mum just get rid of it when she found out?”

“It’s not as simple as that.” Arella frowns, “There’re laws that dictate the cut off for when an abortion can be done and when it can’t. Unfortunately, because I had had my tubes tied after the two of you were born and I didn’t think I could get pregnant again, I attributed the early symptoms of pregnancy to other things that were going on at the time and I missed the cut off window for an abortion.”

“So, you’re only doing this because you have to at this point? Is that even fair to the baby?” Aurelius still seems unconvinced that there wasn’t any other motive to his parents keeping this unplanned pregnancy.

“What do you mean by that?” Mammon arches a brow. “What, do you think just because we weren’t exactly planning on ever having a third kid that we wouldn’t love him unconditionally anyway?”

“I thought that was pretty obvious...? Or at least that’s what I got from what he just said,” Azalea shrugs, “I mean what if it does kill Mum? Could you love it? You didn’t want this thing to begin with and it killed her so it could live instead- I wouldn’t even bother takin’ care of it at that point.”

Mammon and Arella just stare at her with bewildered expressions. They couldn’t believe something so cold could come out of the mouth of a thirteen-year-old- especially one of their thirteen-year-olds. Even Aurelius gives his sister a look of surprise.

“What? Why’re y’all looking at me like I got two heads? Did I say somethin’ off?”

“Yeah… a little bit.” Her brother nods.

“Eh, whatever,” She shrugs it off. “Are we done here? Or do you have something else you wanna drop on us?”

“Uh... I...” The demon looks like he wants to say something else- maybe ask where she had learned such a cold ideology from but lets it go for the time being. “Yeah... we’re done here. There’s nothing else.”

“Great,” The half-demon rises from the couch and turns to head off to her room.

“Aren’t you at least a little curious about the baby, Azalea?” Arella asks before the girl can run off.

“No.” She looks back over her shoulder, “Why should I care about a parasite? I couldn’t care less about it actually... Just keep it far away from me and we’ll be good.” The look in her eyes implies a threat. “Can’t promise it’ll still be alive if you leave it with me for even a second. Actually, I’m hoping you have a miscarriage, so the problem resolves itself.”

“Azalea!”

“Bye!” She takes off and Mammon follows after her.

“Nuh-uh, get back here and apologize to your mother!”

The only two left in the room are Arella and Aurelius now. He can see how shocked his mother is at what his sister had just said. He has to do something to take her mind off what just happened.

“If it means anything, I’d like to know about the baby.” It’s a lie- Aurelius resents the idea of having a new sibling just as much as his sister- but his mother didn’t need to know that right now.

・・・〆・・・

“Yo, what the fuck was that earlier?” Aurelius huffs as he places his hands on his hips.

“What was what?” Azalea has her back to him, her head buried in a textbook.

“You know what I mean- and put that thing away. We’re on summer holiday, you don’t need to study because you don’t have any tests coming up.”

“What? You mean the thing about the parasite Mum’s carrying around- you can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way.”

“He’s not a parasite, Azalea. He’s our brother. And yeah, I’m not exactly thrilled about it either but not even I would want our mother to go through a miscarriage just so we don’t have to have a sibling. The fuck is wrong with you? Why would you say that?”

“It’s not a parasite? I’m sorry but can it-”

“He-”

“IT! Can IT survive on ITS own yet? If I were to claw it out of Mum’s stomach right now, would it be able to breathe and eat and drink on its own?” She stands, stalking over to him and getting in his face.

“N... no...” He backs up. “No, he can’t.”

“’s what I thought. It can’t survive on its own therefore, it ain’t nothin’ but a parasite. And what do we do about parasites? We sure as shit don’t keep ‘em around.”

“I don’t get how you can be so cold about this, Sis. It’s just a baby, it can’t even do anything to us so what’s all the fuss over? Can’t you just pretend you care?”

“Babies are bothersome. They need ya to do everything for them and can’t offer ya anything in return. And what about us, huh? That baby shows up and Mum and Dad are gonna forget all about us. Remember what happened to that one classmate of ours last year? What was ‘er name- Veta? Yeah, I think that was it... Her parents had another kid and they just ignored her and neglected her until she died like she wasn’t their kid too. That’s what’s gonna happen to us. It’ll be like we never existed - is that what you want, Aurelius?”

“You’re being paranoid, Azalea. That would never happen- our parents love us too much.”

“Do they, Aurelius? If they loved us, they wouldn’t be having another child. Something must be wrong with one- or both- of us. That excuse that it’s too late for an abortion is bull shit and you know it.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m sayin’” her voice drops, “Money makes the world go ‘round and there ain’t no problem you can’t solve by throwin’ enough Grimm at it... Face it, Mum and Dad coulda got rid of this thing if they really wanted to... but they’re keepin’ it so they can justify gettin' rid of one of us. I already have a guess as to which one of us it is too ‘n I’m sure if ya think about it real hard you’ll be able to guess too.”

“I highly doubt that- if anything, you and that rotten attitude you’ve got would be what that they’d get rid of. Especially after what you said to Mum today.”

Azalea laughs softly, “Says the one child in this family without a defined roll. I’m the eldest child, the one who’ll take Dad’s throne in Hell when the time comes. You on the other hand... the only thing you’ve got going for you is your modeling career that’ll probably fizzle out when you become undesirable. What do you offer to the family that’ll trump my status as heir? What benefits do you offer to keeping you? You can’t -or more like shouldn’t- even use the magic you got from our mother because it’s incompatible with your body. Just face it, you can’t compare with me. I’m smarter and more powerful- I’ve always been.”

Aurelius only grits his teeth because he knows it’s true.

“Whatever, Azalea,” He growls, “if you wanna be crazy and paranoid about this whole thing be my guest, but we both know the only reason you’re so worried about our parents abandoning one of us is because you’re the only child who’s ever done anything to warrant our parents giving up and washing their hands of them.” He turns to go back to his own room but stops. ”Besides, a family full of sons is more desired than one that has a daughter in it anyway.”

“Dinner’s ready!” Is their mother’s call from downstairs.

・・・〆・・・

“Mum... can you train me to become a sorcerer like you?”

It’s been a couple months since Mammon and Arella told the twins about their soon to be new sibling. Aurelius tried to act like what his sister said wasn’t true- that his parents loved him, and he wouldn’t end up like their classmate had but lately it’s been getting to him. There really wasn’t anything that set him apart from his sister.

“I don’t think that’s such a great idea… the magic you got from me could really hurt you. Why the sudden interest? This doesn’t have anything to do with the baby, does it?”

“Whaaaat…? Nooooo.” The 13-year-old lies through his teeth. “I just thought maybe… we could have something special that we do together. Azalea has no interest in it and you must want one of us to take an interest in what you do, right?”

Arella seems unconvinced. She knows when her children lie to her. “Aurelius-”

“Fine, okay, I lied.” The boy is quick to fold. “It does have something to do with the baby… it’s just- you’re not that far away from giving birth to him and I know you and Dad are gonna be super crazy busy cuz babies are a lot of work so I thought maybe if you had a reason to spend time with me that you wouldn’t… forget about me.”

“Forget about you?” The human’s eyebrows raise in alarm, “Sweetheart, who told you that I’d forget about you when your brother arrives? Was it your sister?”

“N-no!”

“Aurelius.” Her tone is stern, she’s already caught the half-demon in one lie, she’ll catch him in another. “Tell the truth. You know the rule about compulsive lying under this roof and you’ve already got one strike.”

“FINE! It was Azalea. She said that when one of our classmates had a got a new sibling, her parents neglected and ignored her until she died and that you were only keeping our brother so you and Dad could justify doing the same with one of us…”

“Your sister was wrong. Aurelius, I didn’t put my life on the line to carry you two for nearly ten months and then deliver you just for your father and I to decide to discard you once we have another child. What happened to your classmate was a tragedy, but your father and I could never do that to either of you. In fact, I expressly told the both of you the reason I was keeping your brother was because by time I realized I was pregnant, it was too late for me to have an abortion and I had no other option but to carry this pregnancy to term.”

“She said that was a bull shit excuse and if you really didn’t want him you could’ve gotten one. She said there weren’t any problems that couldn’t be solved by just throwing enough money at it…”

The human only frowns as she lets out a sigh. She’d have to have a talk with her daughter later about this.

“Your sister’s not wrong in that aspect- if one had perverse morals and enough money, I suppose they could go through with an abortion that late into a relatively safe pregnancy but- at least in the human world- you’d be hard pressed to even find a doctor morally corrupt enough to break the law and preform the procedure. I’m not that kind of person though. And I’m not the kind of mother who just forgets about her existing children either.”

That statement seems to put the boy at ease for now.

“I still wouldn’t recommend training you to become a sorcerer, but if you really have your heart set on it, I can talk to Solomon and see if he knows of any methods to teaching someone who’s body isn’t compatible with the magic they were born with- or at least see if there’s something we can do to heighten your tolerance of it.”

“Thanks, Mum,” the half-demon smiles. “I appreciate it.”

・・・〆・・・

“You are in so much trouble, young lady. You’re lucky I was out grocery shoppin’ when I was or you’d be sitting in a damn holding cell right now.” Mammon says as he walks through the front door, arms filled with bags from the local grocery store.

“Yeah, yeah, spare me.” The freckled half-demon groans as she follows, carrying just as many bags, “the police woulda picked me up and charged me with enough to get me thrown in juvie for a few months. I ain’t scared of them.”

“You should be… two of your classmates- sure you could probably win in a fight if ya had to, but two fully grown demons- you wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell.” He sets the bags on the counter and began to put the items away in their various places. “I don’t get it. You’re a good kid and ya haven’t put your hands on anyone since pre-k so why now all of a sudden are ya out here pickin’ fights with every sapient thing that moves?”

“Dunno…” is all Azalea says as she shrugs, “Can we just drop it?”

“Whatever I don’t have the energy for a fight right now.” he sighs, “You’re grounded. Three months. Get into another fight and I’ll add three more onto it. No TV, no computer, no video games either and that phone is mine until school starts back up next week so hand it over.”

“Sure, sure, I know the drill… s’not like I’m usin’ it for much anyway.” the teen fishes the device out from her pocket and sets in on the counter before she meanders off to the upper level of house where her bedroom is located.

“Well that went better than expected…” Mammon pockets the phone as Arella pops in. “Hey, what’s up? Ya look kinda tense.”

“I’m fine- nothing out of the ordinary for the third trimester anyway.” The human sighs as another false contraction washes over her, “Was that Azalea that just left? I need to speak with her about something…”

“Yeah… I just grounded her- she got in a fight.”

“A fight? Why?”

“That’s what I wanna know but she says she doesn’t know why she did it… all I know is she threw another kid through a storefront window. The cops were ready to haul ‘er off just as I walked up- maybe I shoulda let ‘em. Might be enough to scare her straight now before she does something not even Lucifer’d be able to get her out of.”

At that, Arella frowns. She must be even more upset about the baby than she’s letting on.

“Where did we go wrong with that one? I don’t understand, Babe.”

“I’m not sure but perhaps this is all attention seeking in function… since we started preparing for Mahlon a few weeks ago, we’ve been plenty busy so she could just be acting out in a way she knows is going to catch our attention.”

“Still… throwin’ a peer through a window is a bit… much, don’cha think?”

“It’s a bit extreme, yes, I agree, but Azalea tends to take things to an extreme measure. She doesn’t do anything half-heartedly, you know that. I’ll go check in on her now. You decide on dinner and I’ll start on it when I get done with our daughter.” Arella makes her leave as Mammon finishes putting away the groceries.

・・・〆・・・

Azalea sits up in her window, working on an unfinished crocheting project she started the last time she’d been grounded when Arella knocks. The teen ignores it at first but when the door creaks open she shouts at the guest to go away- that she’s busy and doesn’t want any distractions at the moment.

“I know you’re not speaking to me that way,” Arella places her hands on her hips as she stands in the doorway. “I’d like to speak with you,”

“Not interested.” Azalea huffs, “I already got an earful from Dad. Don’t need it from you too.” She doesn’t want another adult in her life implying that she’s a screw up.

“I’m not talking about that. It’s more so along the lines of what you said to your brother a few months back.”

“Not interested in that either- look Mum, I’m asking nicely: please leave me alone right now. I just wanna work on my crochet animals before I lose interest in it again.”

“Normally, I would respect that but,” Her green eyes scan the windowsill to see a couple four-piece sets of tiny animals that she surmised to represent their family unit, “I have a feeling this is something I can’t leave alone right now.”

With a dramatic sigh, the white-and-black haired teen tosses her crochet supplies into the tote and crosses her arms as she stares out the window. She’s still not willing to speak with her mother but puts up no protest when Arella takes a seat beside her.

“Why would you tell your brother that a new addition to the family means we’d discard one of you two?” Arella picks up one of the crochet animals to her left and inspects it.

“Why wouldn’t it?” Azalea mumbles, “there’s no reason you’d need or want three kids. One of us must be defective and he seemed like the obvious answer considering the only thing he does is model. He’s weaker and not as smart and not the heir to Dad’s throne so if ya had to pick one child to give up on all signs point to it being him.”

Oh, if she only knew.

“Well, you’re wrong.” Arella says, “Baby, I know you’re worried about what happened to your classmate happening to one of you but I didn’t risk my life to have the two of you just so your father and I could choose to discard you once I have another child. That’s not how this works. And even if one of you were defective- which neither of you are, by the way- you’re our children. You’re special to us and having another child does not- and never will- change that. Do you understand?”

“Say whatever ya want, but it won’t change my mind. You can’t convince me with words alone that you won’t forget about one of us. There’s just not enough time in the day for you to split it evenly between a newborn who needs ya for everything and two teens that need ya for nothin’… someone’s gonna get left behind.” She doesn’t want to say that secretly she’s been worried that it’ll be her.

“No one will get left behind, okay? Just trust me.” Arella smiles softly before opting to change the subject. “So what were you crocheting when I walked in?”

“Just some li’l animals… it don’t matter…”

“It does to me… despite how I wish you didn’t get up to mischief so often, I think it’s wonderful you’ve got so many hobbies to keep you occupied.”

“… thanks… can ya leave now? Ya said your piece and I’d like to be alone now.”

“Alright, I’ll respect that.” She gets up and takes her leave.

Azalea only frowns as she watches her mother go. She doesn’t really want to be alone but as prideful as she is, the teen can’t admit it to herself and those around her.

・・・〆・・・

Once the baby arrives, it feels like all hell breaks loose. With Arella’s health steeply declining thanks to the loss of a large portion of her soul, Mammon’s left to pick up the slack until she recovers enough to come home from the hospital.

The twins are fairing much worse, the both of them absolutely terrified that they’re losing their mother thanks to this baby. They barely sleep at night due to the crying even though their father has done everything he can think of to keep them from being disturbed too much.

“I’m gonna kill it,” Azalea grumbles, being so sleep deprived that her twin fears she just might make good on her threat.

“Don’t. You’ll only end up in deeper trouble.” Aurelius shoots back. “Just do your best to ignore him- babies don’t cry forever. He has to sleep some time.”

“Yeah, except we have school in two hours and the brat has kept us from sleeping all night. I’m going to get sick again… I hate being sick…”

The thirteen-year-old bites the inside of his cheek. He can understand where his sister is coming from as she’d just gotten better after having the Devildom cold but he doesn’t know how to calm his sister down when she’s this agitated.

“Well, what if we just told Dad we didn’t get a chance to sleep? He might let us cut school for the day to catch up on it.”

“Hard pass.” his sister snarls, “I’m trying to earn a spot in RAD’s honors track in a couple years. Ya think they’re gonna want a student who cuts class just because she didn’t sleep at night? I just missed a whole week of school because of that stupid cold too. I can’t miss any more.”

“I think they’re gonna want a student who knows their own limits and when it’s time to take a break.” Aurelius sighs. “Look, knowledge is only useful if your brain can remember it. If you’re tired when you originally learn the material, it won’t stick in your brain.”

It’s quiet between the two half-demons.

“I’m still goin’ to school,” the girl declares as she sets an alarm on her phone just in case the baby should stop crying and she fell asleep, “even if I gotta hoof it there on my own.”

“You’re as stubborn as a mule, you know that?” her brother sighs, “Whatever, I don’t care. Since you’re so hell bent on it, go have a horrible day at school. Make sure you bring my course work back for me.” Aurelius slinks off to his own room as the baby’s wailing seems to finally die down.

・・・〆・・・

“Hey, Dad?” Aurelius whispers as he pops his head into his parents’ bedroom.

“Hmm?” Is Mammon’s reply as he sits up a little bit straighter, “Ya don’t hafta whisper. You can talk at full volume.”

“But the baby-“

“Will be fine. Even if it wakes him up right now, eventually he’ll learn to sleep through it. Noisy environments make for heavy sleepers. What was your question, Bud?”

“I just wanted to know if I could stay home today. The constant crying all night kept me and Azalea up.”

“Yeah, that’s fine- I get it. I’ll call you out for the next couple days so we can get your sleep schedule back in order. What about ‘Zay? She still plannin’ on going?”

“She was but she was sleeping when I tried to go talk her out of it just now.”

“Good. Don’t wake ‘er. Just try to get to sleep before your brother wakes up again.”

“Alright. Thanks, Dad.”

・・・〆・・・

When Thirteen walks into the house after a long day of tinkering and perfecting her newest mechanical creation meant to help automate her candle-making process, she expects to hear utter chaos. That’s why she finds it odd that not a sound can be heard from anywhere. It’s dead silent.

“Mammon?” The reaper calls as she starts investigating.

She finds him on the couch, passed out with Mahlon sleeping on his chest. Silently, Thirteen picks the infant up and heads off to go put the baby in his bassinet. When she’s done, she grabs one of the baby monitors from its charger and takes it back downstairs. She’ll let the demon sleep for a while longer.

・・・〆・・・

When Mammon awakes, he panics at finding Mahlon missing. Frantically, the demon is on his feet in seconds as he runs upstairs to check the bassinet for the baby even though he could swear he’d fallen asleep with the newborn on his chest.

To his horror, Mahlon is not there. More panic sets in before soft whining can be heard from the kitchen. Why was the baby in the kitchen?

“Don’t tell me I did somethin’ stupid like layin’ him on the table…” Is all the white-haired demon can grumble to himself.

Upon entering the kitchen, Mammon sighs in relief to see Thirteen looking after the baby.

“Y’know, ya coulda woke me before just up ‘n stealin’ the baby.”

“Maybe I just wanted to give you a heart attack.” Thirteen shoots back with a playful smile. “I’m sure you needed the sleep anyway.”

“You’re not wrong.” he sighs as he takes a seat on the kitchen island. “All he does is just cry- he ain’t nothing like the twins or… Cyrus were at his age. When did you get home anyway?”

“A couple hours ago,” the reaper snatches the freshly made bottle and tests it on her skin before offering it up to Mahlon, “right after our human asked me to come check up on you and make sure the house was still standing.”

“How’s she doing? I’ve had my hands more than a little full, so I haven’t had a chance to call her today.”

“Better than she’s been,” Thirteen hums, “she doesn’t look half dead anymore so that’s a plus.”

“That’s great. With any luck she’ll be discharged soon ‘n the twins’ll stop freaking out so much.”

“Speaking of,” Thirteen takes take bottle from the baby once he finishes and burps him, “you’ve got one that’s up in her room brooding over missing school today and the other one’s still out cold. You should do something fun with them-spend some much-needed quality time together. It might make this experience less stressful for them.”

“You gonna watch the baby for me?”

“Of course- your other kids need you right now, Mammon. They didn’t ask for this. Show them that they’re just as important as the baby is.”

“Alright, thanks,” He smiles as he heads upstairs to round up his older children.

・・・〆・・・

End

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me next gen #obey me kids #azalea #aurelius #obey me mammon #om! mammon #om mammon

[amor-immortalem]

It feels like when ever I’m drawing or writing nowadays it’s always content (for tiktok) for the masses and not something that’s just for my own enjoyment it’s why I barely post here anymore… but these are the first two things I’ve drawn as a treat for me, myself, and I in a looooong time

Regardless of whether people actually look at this thing, this is my formal announcement that I’ll just be posting whatever OM! related content I want from now until I strangle out every last drop of dopamine this fandom can still manage to give me…

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me next gen #obey me kids #Cyrus #azalea

[amor-immortalem]

So lesson 40’s here and season 2’s over huh? Let’s complain about it together

I’m simultaneously dissatisfied and satisfied with S2’s ending. I have negative feelings about the hard mode 40-8 in particular.

I feel like if this is actually the original timeline were back in, the brothers should have had a bigger reaction to MC’s return cuz like didn’t Solomon say that we just up and disappeared at the start of season 1 and the bros were a complete mess?

Makes me feel like something’s up- like the brothers’ perception of time has been altered or messed with in some way.

Initially I thought that Lucifer had seen the way his brothers and himself were suffering and wrought with worry for MC being missing so he asked Barbatos to cast a spell on them to kind of ease that by not making it seem so long that MC’s been gone and make it feel more like only a few days to months (or hell maybe he could’ve learnt to do it himself- this is Lucifer we’re talking about here) but now I’m not so sure and maybe we didn’t actually end up in the correct timeline. Or maybe this is all just nightbringer’s influence (cuz remember they’re all about leading others to happiness or something along those lines)

Either way I’m generally not a fan of it- I wanted that big sappy reunion with over the top dramatics with my favorite demons, damnit! I’ve been robbed!

Also where the fuck did Solomon go? he went through the rift in space time with us so shouldn’t there have at least been a small interaction with him when we arrived at the HOL even if it was along the lines of “oh good we’ve made it back in one piece, I’ll let you go inside and have some time to catch up with the brothers on your own. I’m gonna go debrief with Barbatos” or something?

And then there’s Nightbringer- or more specifically, their lack of presence within Season 2. When was the last time they’d even been mentioned in the story(lesson 21? 22? Were they ever mentioned at all after that?)

I know obvious answer is that Nightbringer=Barbatos (is it just me or was Barbs acting kinda… weird? Throughout the lesson??? He had me feeling like ‘this mf knows we time traveled don’t he?’) but anyway it feels like, for a character the game is literally named for, they’re not very important and front ‘n center…

Maybe S3 will be more focused on Nightbringer and whatever the hell’s going on with that weird ass reception from the brothers we got but for now we’ll just have to wait (I wouldn’t be surprised if solmare made us wait until April when the game hits its one year anniversary for S3 just like it played out in the OG game…)

Also also if the devs don’t hurry up and make 13, mephisto, and raphael dateable in S3 I’m going to riot. Lemme give my pretty wife kisses and take her on cute dates and shit. It’s been like 2 or 3 seasons since she was introduced! Whats the hold up?

My thoughts aren’t coherent anymore so I’ll stop but see y’all in April for Season 3

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me nightbringer #om! nightbringer

[amor-immortalem]

Thank you for fulfilling my request. It was wonderful 💕 I really enjoyed that it was set after their fall. I wouldn't have minded if it strayed from canon for the sake of the plot. I think it would have been funny if they were attacked after their power and authority was established. You have a talent for writing angst. I'm very happy with how it turned out.

No worries! Thanks for requesting! I appreciate the feedback

#correspondence: anon

[amor-immortalem]

Hi hi. I'm in the mood for angst and I really enjoyed your brothers react to MC enforcing the pact on Mammon. So I was wondering if you could do a brothers react to Mammon getting hurt saving one of them and maybe is in a coma or has irreversible damage like losing a wing etc your creative choice. Like all of them react to the news or maybe they witness it. Mammon saving one specific bro from an assassination attempt or an explosion from the science lab type accident of your choice. I'd prefer if it was either Beel or Satan. It would be nice if it was more of the fic style version but I wouldn't mind the head cannon bullet point version. Your writing is really good especially the angst 🤧

A/N: hope this lives up to your expectations, anon. I tried to go with like a pre-nightbringer-esqe setting just because I feel like in the ‘modern’ times the brothers are pretty much tolerated so there would really be no reason for an assassination attempt on anyone and I couldn’t get behind a scenario of an accident at school either (trust me, I tried! that’s what drafts 1, 2, and 3 were all about…) also it’s written half-and-half, one part story format, the other part bullet list format.

Warnings: Not canon-compliant (cuz I just can’t be arsed to care about canon atp) personal headcanons used, potential ooc-ness description of injuries

I wrote most of this during the height one of my manic phases so sorry if this isn’t worded well.

・・・〆・・・

It was supposed to be a normal day for the brothers- just a normal day where they continued to hide away in the castle while they awaited more permanent housing to finish being constructed but it just seemed to not be in the cards for the new demons.

There was a ball held by Diavolo to welcome the Devildom’s newest elite- war criminals who’d fled from the Celestial Realm after a failed rebellion to save one of their own.

Mammon notes how these nobles are all sizing him and his brothers up for any weaknesses among them- not too dissimilar from a pack of lionesses picking out the weakest gazelle in the herd. It makes him uneasy, wings pulling tight to his war-wounded body. The leathery texture makes the demon squirm. It wasn’t too long ago that those very same wings were once a pure white with feathers dyed crimson by the blood of his fallen former brothers and sisters- maybe just a couple of months ago at most.

“Here.” Beelzebub holds a plate out to his older brother, drawing Mammon from his thoughts. “You should eat something.”

It’s filled with a generous portion of gourmet foods that make second-born’s stomach queasy. He’s still not used to his food having such otherworldly colors and abominable textures to it. If Mammon’s being honest, he’d rather starve.

“Thanks, Beel,” he turns his eyes back to the crowd of demons in the ball room, “but I think I’m gonna pass this time.”

“You’ve been passing for the last week,” the sixth-born frowns, worried for the second. “Your wounds will never heal right if you don’t take care of your body inside and out.”

“Do you notice the way they’re looking at us?” Mammon changes the subject. “I don’t like it.”

“We’re safe, Mammon.” Beel insists, twilight-gradient eyes follow his brother's line of sight. “Lucifer’s here- he’ll protect us if any trouble arises. Let yourself relax for a moment.”

“Lucifer’s got his hands full with Satan at the moment.” The white-haired demon only sighs, watching his exhausted-looking older brother attempt to wrangle the demonic child in his arms. “That group over there’s been eyein’ the two of ‘em up ever since this whole shindig started. The one over there’s been watching Levi ‘n Asmo ‘n then you and I have our own dedicated group of spectators as well.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Beel sets the plate down and takes a much closer look at the crowd surrounding them to find his brother is indeed right. “You noticed all that from just observing them?”

Mammon nods slowly blue-to-gold eyes still scanning around them in hyper-vigilance. Something has felt wrong ever since the ball began and the demon can’t quite put his finger on what it was.

And then everything goes to hell in a hand basket. Glass shatters, screams can be heard, a volley of arrows thunks into the ground one right after another.

The attendees panic- typical of nobles who’ve not once seen the hell of a battlefield- as Diavolo and his father begin attempting to calm them, so none are trampled in the hysteria.

The brothers group together as close as they can with their nearest sibling in all the chaos, all of them on high alert to whatever threat there is. They stand back-to-back in their own separate little groups to ensure nothing can creep up on them in all this as they begin to move to each other.

That’s when Mammon hears it, the whizzing of another set of arrows to his left. There’s not much time to react as the tanned demon uses all his strength to shove Beel forward, knocking his brother off kilter and straight onto his front.

Thunk

Thunk

Thunk

Thunk

Mammon doesn’t necessarily feel it at the moment of impact. All he knows is that he can’t breathe, and a warm liquid is flooding throughout his airway. His ears are ringing, and the sounds of his brothers’ voices are all muffled, almost mute and he can’t move his left and wing from his side.

Mammon starts to choke on the fluid backing-up in his airways as he coughs and gasps and he finally looks down to see the arrows piercing his throat and side, golden lines of celestial magic spiderwebbing out from the points of entry as his skin starts to crack and decay at an alarming rate. His vision is starting to go dark now, black spots dancing all around the white-haired demon’s eyesight from lack of oxygen.

The last thing he can remember is meeting Beel’s eyes and seeing the sheer horror in them as the six-born realizes that, yet again, he’s failed to protect one of his siblings.

・・・〆・・・

The Reactions:

Lucifer

• Can not believe this is happening

• He thought they’d be safe here. How could he have been so careless?

• It almost feels like he’s reliving the war and that terrifies him. He can’t lose another sibling.

• The first to react, he’s across the room in a flash, doing everything in his limited power to help his favorite brother while the others stand around too shocked to do anything for the moment.

• The damage to his skin looks like it’ll take eons to repair on its own and his wing already looks unsalvageable.

• When he catches whoever did this, they’re going to wish they were never created.

Levi:

• *cue internal screaming*

• He’s fine! He’ll be fine! We won’t lose another sibling like we lost Lilith!

• Mans was paralyzed by shock at the scene before him- some ex-General he is…

• After the whole ordeal he goes to visit his brother in the hospital despite all the demons there and how uncomfortable he is in settings like that.

• He leaves feeling even worse for not acting sooner after seeing the way Mammon’s wing is nearly mangled and the way his skin is chalky and cracked where the arrow heads pierced his body.

Satan:

• The noise and promptly being dropped on his ass is what really catches Satan’s attention

• His tiny body is still filled with nothing but rage and contempt for the family he got stuck with at this point so he doesn’t exactly care that one of his brothers might die

• He doesn’t really expect Mammon to bite the big one though- I mean, this is the same brother Satan watched get his shit rocked by Lucifer not more than two nights ago for stealing something out of the royal vault. He’ll live.

• After Mammon comes home from the hospital though, Satan is a pest ™️

• After hearing the others talk about how dangerous Celestial Gold can be for demons and how it’s nothing short of a miracle that Mammon didn’t immediately combust in the areas where is body came into contact with it, Satan decides he’s going to study his brother like a bug.

• And Mammon’s a good sport about it… until it turns into a six-month ordeal before ultimately Satan decides there’s no more information left to glean from his observations…

Asmo:

• “Did that really just happen?”

• His jaw? On the floor- Beel’s such a big demon and Mammon just shoved him down like it was nothing!

• But now’s not the time to be admiring his older brother’s strength- this is an actual emergency!

• Does his best to help with what little medical knowledge he did have- in the war between angels and demons, he’d been conscripted to a legion responsible for healing other injured angels so at least he knows enough about what not to do.

• “No Beel, don’t pull the arrows out like that, you’ll injure him more!”

• After Mammon comes home from the hospital though, Asmo’s there to help him find ways to hide the scarring without the use of glamour magic.

• Also, like the king of boosting people’s self-esteem so like if Mammon’s ever feelin’ down ‘n out about the scarring, he’d always have something to say make him feel better like: “some people are into scars, you know?” Or “No, they don’t make you ugly, they add to your character.”

Beel:

• This poor demon- he got to watch as his little sister died at the hands of these same arrows, now his older brother is meeting the same fate?

• Not on Beel’s watch.

• Tablecloths are being torn to shreds so he has enough material to pack and dress the wounds in makeshift bandages until they could get their brother properly treated.

• Afterwards, he blames himself every day for what happened even after Mammon comes home from the hospital.

• Thinks he should have been the one to get shot up by all those arrows.

• Always making some kind of meal for his brother- the quickest way to promote healing is to make sure one’s body is properly nourished after all.

Belphie:

• Didn’t see the initial incident because he skipped out 20 minutes before shit hit the fan to go take a fat nap. (Can you blame him though? The music was calming, the food filled him right up; it was only inevitable)

• When he wakes up, he initially doesn’t seem all that bothered because he’s good at hiding that shit

• But on the inside? Whoo boy, he’s sweating bullets. What if the worst comes to pass?

• “What do you mean the arrow heads were laced with Celestial Gold?? that shit’s lethal to demons.”

• Breathes the biggest mental sigh of relief once he finds out his brother’s gonna be okay.

• Crisis averted; he can go back to be the annoying baby brother now.

• Doesn’t draw too much attention to Mammon’s wounds- mostly so he can avoid thinking about the incident himself.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[amor-immortalem]

Yooo. It's the anon who made that angst request. I'm not asking for any changes as I can barely remember what I requested lol, but I started thinking about Beel. The reason I chose Beel was because aside from being the "nicest" I thought it was like when he saved Lillith. Mammon choosing to save him disregarding his life just like he chose to save Belphie. Then I thought it would've been angstier if Mammon chose Belphie instead because that means another one of his brothers sacrificed himself to save him 😈 So the brat would've felt super guilty probably developing ptsd if he doesn't already from Lillith muahaha. I love it when they suffer. If I remember correctly it wasn't a choice to save one of the brothers from all of them, but just a specific one (Satan or Beel) who was in a dangerous situation. So yea just some additional thoughts. I'm very excited to see what you come up with. No pressure. I'm sure whatever you write will be awesome.

Well I’m glad one of us has faith in my writing abilities lmao. It’s not exactly the scenario itself I’m having trouble writing more like the aftermath. Like no one’s reactions to the inciting incident and what happens after ever seems like a genuine enough reaction (for lack of a better term)

anyway I’m on my sixth draft right now (1700 words in) and I’ll try to finish it soon. Thanks far being so understanding about the wait

#correspondence: anon #answered asks

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Not me trying to write an angst request for an anon and having trouble with it??? I swear I’ve just started rewriting it for the fifth time and it just ain’t workin’ -_-

#personal #writer problems #delete later

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Nightbringer lesson 25 spoilers

Barbatos’ beef with Solomon

So the reason Barbs is mad at Solomon is because he was eighth on the list of demons Solomon wanted to make a pact with…? ngl if I was in Barbatos’ position I’d be very offended too. Good for him- at least he knows his worth.

I like this route much better than the idea of their issue being rat-based even though I personally would have found it funny if Barbs was holding a grudge against Solomon over something to do with rats.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos

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How funny would it be if Barbatos’ beef with Solomon was rat based?

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos

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One photo shared to the groupchat

Asmo had words for Aubrie after that

I was working on The Price of a Soul ch.3 before I had to stop and do this cuz it put me in such a fluffy goofy mood.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me lucifer #obey me oc #aubrie #lucifer x oc #lucibrie

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The composition of this post is a nightmare but anyway happy birthday to our first man!

#not me trying something new coloring-wise and hating it so much #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon fanart

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A Change in Routine

Word Count: 5.4k +

Repost from yesterday cuz my dumbass queued it for the wrong day!

A/N: Allergies were kicking my ass last year, so I didn’t have much energy to finish this up before Mammon’s (and Mahlon’s) birthday hit. I’ve had a whole year to work on this instead, so we’ll see if it’s still any good.

“What do you mean he won’t be home for our birthday?!”

“Honey, your father has a lot of souls to judge.” Arella frowns at the look on her youngest’s face. She always hated it when any of the kids were let down. “He’s trying his best to be done with his work by the weekend but unfortunately, sometimes these things happen. I know it’s disappointing because you two always celebrate your birthdays together, but there’s always next year, right?”

The boy only looks away from his mother frowning. “Yeah, I guess…” and then he runs off to sulk.

“He’ll be fine.” the human tells herself, “Learning how to accept changes will be good for him.”

・・・〆・・・

As the week goes on, Mahlon seems to get more upset over Mammon not being home on their birthday. He doesn’t do any schoolwork- not that grade one offers that much schoolwork to begin with. Even if it did, the little one was too distracted wracking his brain over why his father was really missing their birthday. It had to be something he did.

“Maaaahloonnn, are you even listening to me?” Oliver complains as he waves his hand in front of his cousin’s face. “Helloooo, are you in there?”

The pair were waiting for their mothers after school let out that Friday as both Azalea and Cyrus had been stuck in detention, Henry had cut school to stay home and play video games all day, Melissa and Solaris were at cram school and Aurelius had a photoshoot at Majolish right after R.A.D had gotten out for the day.

“No… I wasn’t. Sorry…” the apology was half-hearted at best. “What were you saying?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” the older half-demon sighs as he takes a seat next to the freckled boy. “You’ve been like this all week- I thought you would be super excited considering your birthday is the day after tomorrow…”

“Daddy won't be home for it this year so what’s the point in being excited?”

“You’re sad about it? I thought you’d like having a party all to yourself this year…”

“I like sharing my birthday with Daddy. That’s the only good thing that makes me special from my brothers and sister… you wouldn’t get it. You’re Aunt Paisley and Uncle Belphie’s only kid so things are different for you, but I have to compete for my parents’ attention with the others…”

Oliver only shrugs as Paisley and Arella arrive.

“Hey, boys.” Paisley smiles as Oliver runs up and all but leaps into their arms. “Did you have a good day?”

“My day was good! I didn’t fall asleep at all during class!” the blue and white-haired boy smiles, “I missed you lots and lots though!”

“Awww, I missed you to, baby.”

“And what about your day, Mahlon?” Arella asks, “Did you have a fun time?”

Mahlon only shrugs, he won’t tell her about all the teasing and bullying that went on throughout the day.. “It was okay, I guess… not a whole lot happened so I guess it was kinda boring…”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Arella kneels down, “I know you’ve been kind of down in the dumps this past week so how about we go get some ice cream to make up for the day, hm?”

Oliver’s eyes lit up at the mention of sweet treat. “Can we go too, Mommy? Please, please, pleeeeease?”

“I don’t really want ice cream,” the black-haired boy says softly. “Sunday, I’m gonna have cake. That’s way too much sweets for one weekend. I just wanna go home…”

Arella and Paisley share a worried look. Mahlon loves ice cream- it’s his most preferred treat when his mood is off and to hear the boy turn down such an offer is surprising.

“He’s really taking the whole news about Mammon being away for his birthday pretty rough, isn’t he?”

“Unfortunately…” Arella sighs before turning her attention back to Mahlon. “Alright well, if you change your mind later, we can always go then.” She offers her hand to him which he takes. “We’ll see you all on Sunday. Have a good night, Paisley. Please remind Belphegor we have that meeting on Monday at 8 am and unless he is actively judging souls in Hell, he needs to be there, awake and alert.

“Alright.” They smile, “Also when is your next trip to the human world going to be? I’d like to go visit my sister and see the sun.”

“Next week, I think… I’ll let you know once I check my calendar.”

After that, the two humans part ways, their children in tow.

・・・〆・・・

Once Arella and Mahlon get home, the boy goes straight to his room. He doesn’t even greet Azalea as she sits in the middle of the living room floor attempting to beat the final boss of a new RPG Levi had lent her. Something not unnoticed by the 20-year-old.

“What’s his deal?” she asks as Arella takes a seat on the couch behind her.

“He’s upset that your father won’t be home for his birthday.” The human frowns. “You know how he likes these types of things to be the same every year and the fact that it’s different this year has been affecting him all week.”

“Oh, he’s so dramatic- it's one birthday.” Azalea rolls her eye, “The kid’s gonna have a billion more to celebrate with Dad, one year won’t hurt nothin’. ‘N besides, Cyrus isn’t doing so hot in his training which is causing all sorts of back-ups for Dad- and I’m out here putting in all this hard work behind the scenes so Cyrus can know what he’s doin’, and yet, it’s being wasted.” She feigns a disappointed sigh, “You can tell he ain’t got the spine for the job... so annoying but what can I do?”

“Well, I appreciate what you’re doing to help your brother- and I’m sure your father does as well even if he doesn’t quite realize it yet.” Arella smiles. “Changing subjects, you had an eye-doctor appointment today- how did that go?”

“Shitty.” the freckled girl replies, “Turns out I can’t see for shit out of my remaining eye. I’m gonna need glasses or a monocle or some shit like that. Hey, do ya think if I got a glass eye to replace the one I’m missin’ that that would be weird?”

“No,” Is all Arella responds with at first, “I think it would make for some interesting pranks with demons who don’t know you very well though.”

“It would, wouldn’t it?” A mischievous grin paints itself on her features, “Thanks for the idea, Mum.”

“Any time, my dear.”

・・・〆・・・

“So, there’s absolutely no way you’ll be able to make it home in time for Sunday?” the human chews on her bottom lip as she washes the dishes from dinner.

“No.” Is Mammon’s response, “I ain’t even gotten through a small fraction of the souls I had to go chase down after Cyrus summoned ‘em but couldn’t judge ‘em fast enough. There has to be a good 5000 left. Probably another 1000 still out runnin’ around the fourth layer too. Some even escaped back up to the human world- Thirteen told me she’d round them all up and haul ‘em back here for me but the whole situation is just a mess.”

He runs a hand through his hair as he sighs.

“This ain’t what I wanna be doing on mine and Mahlon’s birthday of all days. I’d like to be home with y’all, but it just isn’t meant to be this year, I guess.”

“Yeah, Mahlon’s taking it especially hard. I don’t know what it is about your guys’ birthday, but he just refuses to compromise on it. He didn’t even seem too keen on a party because it’s not something we usually do for you two.”

“It’s cuz ya spoil him too much, Babe.” The demon teases, “Every time he even looks like he’s gonna have one of his meltdowns, you cave.”

“And you don’t?” She asks worriedly, “You’ve seen what he does to himself when he gets that upset- the biting, the hitting, the head-banging, the scratching-”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it all. But I don’t let it happen either. I lock the kid down ‘n hold on until he’s done and had a chance to calm down some. It ain’t all that difficult to keep him safe and not let him have his way at the same time.”

“Easy for you to say,” Arella sighs, “I don’t have the physical strength necessary to hold him down like that and with how hard he bangs his head, he might actually break my ribs if he decides to bang his head against my chest, so my only option is to give in to his demands.”

“And that’s why ya have the hardest time setting limits with him, ‘Rella. Get one of his siblings to hold him down- ‘Relius and Cyrus both know how, and Azalea’s seen me do it enough times that she’s got the gist of it too. Anyway, I have to go before I lose these souls that I just managed to bring back. I love you, and I’ll see you... hopefully sometime next week?”

“I love you too. Come back soon.”

She doesn’t know it yet, but the demon’s been lying to her this entire time. He’d managed to catch up on this disaster his son had made earlier in the week and now didn’t have nearly as much work left as he’d told her- maybe just a single night’s worth of work left. All this lying was meant to just be a big surprise for his youngest.

As the pair hang up, Arella can hear some kind of commotion going on upstairs. She runs to go check it out. To her surprise, she sees Mahlon being held down by his sister as he just wails and struggles and screams.

“Hey, hey, it ain’t the end of the world, kid. It’s just one day. It’s not worth hurtin’ yourself over.” Her words end up breaking with each backswing of the six-year-old's head against her chest before she shifted her hands to grasp both of his wrists in one and the other’s placed against Mahlon’s forehead so he couldn’t headbang anymore. Azalea even has her legs placed over his to keep Mahlon’s legs from kicking violently. “It’s okay for things to be a little bit different.”

“NO, IT’S NOT!” The black-haired boy shrieks at the top of his lungs as he coughs in between sobs. He starts squirming to get out of his sister’s grasp, but she’s got him locked down. “I WANT DADDY!”

“Well, Daddy ain’t here and carryin’ on this way ain’t gonna make him magically appear either.” Azalea’s tone is stern as she looks over at their mother. “Look, Mum’s here. You’re scaring her by acting like this. I can let you go but we need to have a calm body first.”

“NO!” Again, the six-year-old wriggles and squirms. “I WANT DADDY! I WANT DADDY HOME WITH US FOR OUR BIRTHDAY!”

“Mahlon, honey, this is quite enough.” Arella is kneeling down in front of her youngest. “I know this is a big change for you, but we can’t help that your father won’t be here. Nothing can stay the same forever. Everything always changes even if it’s just a little bit.”

“B-but I don’t wa-nt it to!” The little half-demon's voice hiccups as he starts to calm down. He’s still heaving breaths as he sniffles.

“I know, Baby.” the human smiles sadly as she wipes the remaining tears away, “But as time goes on, that’s just what happens. There’s no reasoning to it.”

As the child finally de-escalates, Azalea let’s him go. Arella can’t help but try to cover up the wince her face takes at the sight of his little arms all scratched and bitten up. All the wounds were superficial, thankfully, but they still look painful.

“My head hurts...” is all Mahlon mumbles as he leans against his mother.

“Well, yeah, I bet.” Azalea grumbles as she rubs the spot on her chest that he’d been all but bashing his head against. “You’ll feel better in a bit once you calm down a bit more.”

“I can give you something for the pain,” Arella says as she wraps the six-year-old up in her arms. “Azalea, do you want anything for your chest? You look like you’re in pain.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.” She’s scrolling through her fabsnap when she comes across a shipping video between her, the poster, and her twin. “Grooooossss, why’re people even inta real-person-fiction? It’s kinda depressing to be honest.”

Arella merely shrugs. “Comes with the price of coming from a family as well-known as ours. Just block them and move on.”

“Those are the types of people who didn’t get bullied enough as kids and it shows.” The 20-year-old chuckles. “Like we’d even be into sharing partners with each other anyway.”

“Azalea. Just ignore it if you’re uncomfortable with it. The longer you watch and engage with it, the more frequently that type of content will appear on your feed.”

“Fine, fine, I’m done. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a project I still need to finish before the party on Sunday.” She’s off before either Mahlon or Arella can ask what she was working on.

・・・〆・・・

It’s rather early in the morning- just before the crack of dawn- when Mammon sneaks into the house. This was supposed to be a surprise, not only for his youngest, but for his wife as well who was none the wiser about what was really going on. He finds her in the kitchen, brewing her usual morning cup of tea.

Quietly, he inches closer and closer until...

“Gotcha!” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist.

Arella reacts immediately, head flying back and hitting the demon square in the mouth. The white-haired male recoils letting out a pained groan as he stumbles back.

“Mammon!?” Arella’s surprised as she gets a better look at him in the dim kitchen light. “Oh, Love, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Totally,” He’s still covering his mouth as he leans against the counter. “I’m fine.”

Unconvinced, the human only grabs an ice pack from the freezer. “How many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that? Let me see your mouth.”

“Hundreds,” Mammon does as he’s asked, revealing the freshly busted lip he received from this exchange. “I thought it would go better than this...”

“Well, unfortunately that’s not the case.” She sighs as she wraps the ice pack in a towel and hands it to her husband. “You could have told me you were coming home early, you know?”

“And have you ruin the surprise for Mahlon? Nah. Speaking of, is he still in bed? I thought he woulda been up by now even with it being a rough night for y’all.”

“So, you heard about that? You can thank your daughter for stepping in to help.”

“She did? I’m surprised.”

“Yes, she did. Anyway, to answer your question, yes, he’s still sleeping- well more like he just fell asleep not too long ago. There was a lot of self-injurious behavior, so Azalea’s been sitting with him the past couple of hours. You can be the one to wake him up later.”

“Yeah sure, but for right now…” Mammon wraps his arms around her waist as he leans in for a kiss, “since we’re the only ones up ‘n all, I figured we could-”

“No.” The human chuckles softly as she dabs at his lip with a paper towel. “After I have my tea, I promised Azalea I would finish wrapping the present she made for Mahlon and after that I’m starting on the culinary prep work for today’s party and then breakfast. Buuuut if you’re a good boy today, then I promise we’ll have time for that later once the kids all go to bed.”

“Fiiiiine,” The demon purses his lips in a pout at the rejection. “Can I at least get one kiss? It is my birthday after all.”

Arella leans over and presses a kiss to his cheek. “You can’t trick me that easily, Mammon. We’ve been together long enough that I know one kiss isn’t just one kiss with you. Now, run along and go get some rest. You’ll need it if I’m going to have my fun with you tonight.” She gives her husband a pat to the cheek as she turns back to the kettle that was now whistling.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay and help.”

・・・〆・・・

At about 11:30, after a whole seven and a half hours of assisting his wife, Mammon decides it’s time to wake Mahlon for the day.

As he ascends the steps up to the second level, who should he run into but his daughter. She was just coming out of her youngest brother’s room when Mammon calls out to her.

“Thanks for helping your ma out last night, Zay.”

“Hmm? Yeah, don’t worry about it.” The half-demon yawns. “Cyrus and Aurelius seemed pretty fit to be tied with the kid last night, so I just dealt with it. Don’t expect it to be a regular occurrence though.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it- anyway, it’s just nice to know I can count on ya to step up when we need it.”

With nothing more said between the two, Azalea stalks off back to her room and Mammon continues of his mission to wake up Mahlon.

As he enters the child’s room, he knelt down beside his son’s bed.

“Mahlon, time to wake up, Buddy.”

The little half-demon grumbles as he rolls away.

“Mahlon,” the demon tries once more, “Mommy made breakfast for you. Its gonna get cold.”

“Noooo,” this time there’s an audible response as Mahlon pulls his pillow over his head. “Want Daddy.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m the one wakin’ ya up then.” Mammon’s voice is a little louder, a little clearer than the gentle tone he’d just been using.

It takes the boy a little longer to process what he’s just heard than usual, but when it clicks, Mahlon sits up frantically with wide multicolored eyes.

“Surprise!”

“Daddy!”

The seven-year-old leaps forward, nearly knocking his father to the ground as he wraps his arms around the demon’s neck in a tight hug. Mammon’s able to catch himself before he manages to topple over though.

“You said you weren’t gonna be home in time.” Mahlon’s voice comes out muffled.

“Thought I wasn’t for a minute there,” Mammon sighs as he stands up and heads downstairs, “but I worked extra hard so I could be home in time to celebrate with you.” He sets the boy down as they reach the kitchen.

“There’s the birthday boy!” Arella smiles as she sets Mahlon’s plate at the table. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mhm. I slept really good. I’m still kinda sleep.”

“Didn’t know being an obnoxious little brat could be so exhausting,” another voice grumbles under their breath from the table.

“Aurelius, enough.” The human replies sternly. “Finish up your breakfast so you’re not late for your photoshoot.”

“Don’t got one anymore after a certain someone decided to bite me so hard his fangs broke skin,” his green eyes send an annoyed glare towards his younger brother who misses the malice behind it completely.

“Don’t have your arm near my mouth then.” Mahlon shoots back as he sticks his tongue out.

“Don’t be so out of hand that I have to restrain you!” He stands suddenly and Arella puts a barrier up between the two of them to keep anyone from getting hurt.

“No thanks, boys. We’re not doing this right now. Both of you need to finish your breakfast and then you can go your separate ways until the party.”

“And when you’re done, Aurelius,” Mammon pops his head in through the kitchen serving hatch, “come see me in Mom’s office. I wanna talk to ya about something.”

Mahlon just gives his older brother a smug look when neither of their parents are looking, thinking he’d won their little exchange, to which Aurelius just rolls his eyes and shovels what remained of his breakfast into his mouth.

・・・〆・・・

“So, you wanted to see me?” Aurelius asks as he closes the door to the office. He’s surprised to see his older siblings sitting in the chairs in front of the desk. “Well at least I know I’m not in trouble if the two of you are here as well.”

“Ya weren’t in trouble to begin with, kid.” The demon has to suppress a soft chuckle, “Pop a squat, it’ll only be a couple minutes for you. Your brother and sister however- well I got more than just a couple of minutes worth of lecture for them.”

Once Aurelius has taken a seat next to his sister, all three of them wait patiently.

“I want y’all to stop helping with your brother.” Mammon starts after a long pause. None of them can believe what they just heard.

“Come again?” Azalea is the first to speak. “Did you say ‘stop’ helping?”

“I did.” The demon nods as he looks over some files on the computer. “Mahlon’s seven now so he won’t need as much constant supervision like he did when he was really little. Not to mention, I’m leaving modeling altogether after my next photoshoot so I’ll be able to home all the time now.”

Aurelius’s eyes widen at hearing the news.

“So no more babysitting after that?” The youngest of the three asks. “And what about your throne in Hell? Are you abdicating that as well?” This was great news.

“Nah, I’m still gonna hold onto that for a while. With that whole mess that your brother and sister made for me to clean up down there, it proves to me to Cyrus definitely isn’t ready to take over just yet.”

Cyrus only looks away out of embarrassment and mumbles a small ‘sorry’.

“That’s all I really wanted to talk with you about, Aurelius. You’re free to go. Majolish will probly be calling ya by the end of this week to see if you’re interested in filling my spot so be on the look out for that.”

“Right,” the half-demon gets up and heads out, a new spring in his step as he can hear his father lay into his siblings about summoning all the souls that had escaped the throne room in hell. “Well sucks to be them I guess.”

・・・〆・・・

With the party in full swing, Mammon and Mahlon both find it difficult not to let themselves have a good time. While the adults and the older kids were all occupied by hearing embarrassing stories about Mammon’s past, much to the demon’s chagrin, Mahlon and the cousins he was closest in age to just ended up snooping around his gifts- well more like just Mahlon and Oliver. Hakan was trying to help himself to a tenth helping of chips and a taco dip that Isabella had brought.

“What’re you even trying to do, Mahlon? The ginger-haired half-demon asks as he enjoys the newly acquired dip on his plate. “Usually, when people snoop around their gifts, there’s a lot of shaking of the boxes. They don’t just stare at them.”

“I was trying to see if my powers had come in yet or if I had any magic like Mommy yet…” he sighs, “but I guess the doctor wasn’t lying when they said I’d never get either…”

“You don’t need any of that though,” Oliver smiles. “I like you just the way you are.”

Mahlon doesn’t say anything in response. As the adults announce its time to cut the cake, the black-haired half-demon takes off.

・・・〆・・・

Mahlon hides out in the backyard behind a tree as he tries to stifle his tears. How could his cousin say that? ‘I like you just the way you are,’ what a joke. They’re family. He has to like him even if it’s only just a little bit. What Mahlon really wants is for his peers to like him.

As the boy wipes at his eyes, he feels someone take a seat next to him.

“Was the party too much for ya, buddy?” Mammon’s voice is soft, worrying that any louder might push the child into an overstimulation meltdown. When the seven-year-old only shakes his head, the demon lets out a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Do ya know what’s got ya so upset?” A nod this time. “Did it have something to do with whatever Oliver said to you?”

“Kinda… he’s not in trouble, is he?”

“No,” Mammon smiles as he ruffles Mahlon’s already messy curly hair. “We were all just really confused when you took off like that. Ya wanna tell me what the deals is?”

“It’s dumb…” the freckled half-demon admits. “You’ll laugh at me.”

“I really won’t. You could tell me the dumbest thing in the world ‘n I still wouldn’t laugh at ya.”

“… it’s ‘cause I don’t have any powers or magic yet. The other kids at school tease me, call me a freak and it hurts my feelings.”

“Oh, Mahlon… I’m sorry, buddy. I know that’s gotta be really tough to go through, especially when you look at your siblings and cousins and see them with theirs…” Mammon wraps an arm around the little one and pulls him into tight side hug.

“They say th-there’s s-something wrong with me. That I-I’m-m broken and-and-”

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay. Just take a couple deep breaths, alright?” He brushes away Mahlon’s tears and holds him tight even as the green-to-blue-to-gold-eyed boy starts to thump the side of his head against Mammon’s chest. “No, we’re not doin’ any of that right now, lil’ man.”

They sit in silence for a few moments until the worst of it passes before the demon speaks again.

“It doesn’t matter what those kids say to you Mahlon, ‘cause they don’t know nothin’. I know what they said to you hurts but you ain’t broken. You’re just built different and that’s what makes you so special. When you grow up, there’re gonna be opportunities that only you will have because you don’t have any demonic powers or magic.”

“Like what?” His multicolored eyes peer up at his father.

“Well, for starter:” Mammon smiles, “you are the only one out of you and your siblings that will be able to have the choice to live in the human world if that’s what you want. No magic or powers means you won’t be so easily clocked as anything other than just a normal human.”

“Really?”

“Really, really.” He smiles. “‘N besides, why would ya ever wanna be just like everyone else when you can be one-of-a-kind? The teasing and bullyin’ll be short-lived but one day, you’re gonna meet people that will like you for you, not what you can do. Trust me on it.”

Slowly, Mahlon nods. “Okay.”

“Good,” Mammon stands, with a slight bounce, making Mahlon laugh as he grabs on tighter to his father, “now, let’s back to the party. There’s a big ol’ piece of cake with your name on it, literally.”

・・・〆・・・

The rest of the party goes off without a hitch. After it seemed all the presents were opened, their family began to take their leave. That’s when Azalea pulls her youngest brother aside for a moment.

“Here,” she produces one last gift from behind her back and handed it to Mahlon.

The box is pretty as the black-haired boy inspects it. He begins to open it slowly, pulling the lid off and peaking inside.

He looks up at her with surprise before reaching in to pull the gift from its container.

“A Blue Jay!” He smiles wide as he hugs the stuffed toy tightly and is delighted to find the toy lets off the calls of the bird it's made after. “Thank you!” He wraps his arms around her in hug. “I love him.”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries, squirt. Just make sure you take care of it. I’m not makin’ ya another one if ya lose it or it gets broken somehow.” Azalea manages to extricate herself from the hug before walking past her brother. “If y’re up for one more surprise, follow me out to the Aviary, yeah?”

And that piques Mahlon’s curiosity as he follows his sister’s lead. When the pair arrive, they’re greeted by Mammon’s crows all huddled around their master as he fiddles around with the doors of the incubator he has for eggs some of his younger crows won't care for.

“I got him, Dad.”

“Thanks, Mahlon, c’mere. I wanna show you something.” Mammon picks up something out of the incubator and kneels down to his son’s height.

The young boy can only watch in awe as a fledgling jay pokes her head out of his hands to look around at her surroundings. When the bird sees Mahlon, she chirps happily.

“Wanna hold her? She’s yours.” The demon asks as Mahlon nods furiously.

“Where did she come from?” He asks, “We don’t have blue jays down here.”

“A cat brought her down here to make a meal out of her- if you look really closely, you’ll see her wings still kinda messed up so she can’t fly all that well yet.” He explains, “in a few weeks she’ll be good as new but you’re gonna help me take care of her til that happens.”

“Okay,”

“So, what’s ‘er name?” Azalea asks, one of her own familiars swooping down and landing on her shoulder and dropping a pretty rock into her left palm.

“Doesn’t she have one already?” Mahlon asks.

“You’re her master,” Mammon explains with a chuckle, “wouldn’t be right if anyone else named her.”

“What about… what about Azul… that’s a good name, right, Daddy? Azalea don’t laugh at me!”

“It is if you say it is.” Mammon swats at Azalea to get her to stop snickering at the name her little brother had chosen for his first familiar. “Now, let’s put ‘er back to bed so she can rest her wing. We’ll see her in the morning.”

Mahlon nods as he gives the bird in his hands a gentle kiss on the head as he sets her back in the incubator.

As the three of them all head in for the night, Mahlon can’t help but think this was the best birthday he’d ever had.

・・・〆・・・

Once all the kids are out for the night, Arella takes the time to seek out her husband in the living room where he’s just finished cleaning up the mess left from the party.

He hasn’t realized she was coming up behind him, so Arella takes the chance to get a little payback for this morning.

“Maaaammmon!” The sound of her voice and the ways she wraps her arms around his neck as she jumps up onto his back makes the demon jump.

“Wha- Arella!” He’s not amused by his wife’s antics. “I coulda really hurt ya just now.”

“And it would be worth every bit of pain. Think of it as payback for this morning.” She kisses his cheek and drops back down to the floor. “Did you have a good birthday, Love?”

“Yeah, it was great actually.” He nods as he turns to face her, pulling her close. “Third best birthday ever.”

“Third? What were the first two?”

“The last one we had with Cyrus before he went missing and the year we had Mahlon.” Mammon smiles as he takes a seat in the couch, pulling his wife down with him.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your special day. I actually have one more gift for you. Would you like it?”

“Do ya even gotta ask?” Mammon leans in for a kiss, but Arella stops him by holding up a small box to his lips. “Oh, you meant an actual gift…”

“Don’t worry, Dear.” she laughs softly at his slight disappointment, “We’ll still do what I promised this morning, but I wanted you to open this last- when it was just us.”

“What is it?” He studies the box before opening it. “A new ring? Thanks, Babe.”

“Look on the inside. It’s engraved with a message.”

“For my soulmate, I would conquer time, space, and even death itself…” he takes a moment to take in the words etched into the band. “Oh, you are so corny… but I don’t think I’d change it for the world.”

He leans in and presses a kiss to her lips, leaning his forehead against hers once he pulls away.

“Love you, ‘Rella…”

“I love you too, Mammon. Happy Birthday.”

・・・〆・・・

End

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me mammon #om! mammon #obey me oc #arella #azalea #mahlon #aurelius

[amor-immortalem]

*spoilers ig*

It’s been two days since l played lesson 23 and I am still in denial about Mammon and Levi not being super close in age.

In my heart, Mammon and Levi will always be the angel equivalent of “irish twins” and Solmare can rip that headcanon out of my cold dead hands.

#obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date? #obey me mammon #om! mammon #obey me leviathan #om! leviathan

[amor-immortalem]

Nightbringer spoilers below for those of you not caught up to lesson 23

Wh…. What position were we in? Cuz like I just thought we were just pressed up reeeeeeaaaallly close to Mammon’s side but No.2’s reaction was making my dirty little mind think otherwise.

#the devs could left something like this just really vague we didn’t need no 2’s reaction to suggest we were in a naughty position #obey me spoilers #om nightbringer spoilers #om nightbringer