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[inhuman-obey-me]

4000 Follower Masterlist

Here are all of the prompts we answered for the 4000 Follower Event!

Thank you to everyone who sent one in and for all your patience as we took a bit longer to get the last few done! Apologies if we didn't get to your request -- we appreciate you all!

You can also read all of them on AO3 here.

Asmodeus + MC - "I saw a little thing I didn't like you tried to hide."

Asmodeus - "You look better when you’re running away."

Asmodeus - "If you really want to go, I’ll come with you."

Barbatos + MC - "I feel a sickness for a home I've never been."

Barbatos + MC - "I saw a little thing I didn’t like you tried to hide."

Beelzebub + MC - "Can't fight these cravings in the night."

Beelzebub + MC - "Let the knife leave its mark."

Belphegor + MC - "Don’t you worry about your bad dreams, ‘cause I’m not in them."

Belphegor + MC - "I’m the creature that haunts your mind."

Diavolo + MC - "I saw a little thing I didn’t like you tried to hide."

Diavolo + MC - "What good is this 'great power' of mine? Absolutely everything slips through my fingers."

Leviathan - "I feel a sickness for a home I've never been."

Leviathan + MC - "If you really want to go, I’ll come with you."

Lucifer - "Let the knife leave its mark."

Lucifer - "I can't seem to forget the halo that I used to see."

Lucifer + MC - "I feel a sickness for a home I've never been."

Lucifer - "I’m the creature that haunts your mind."

Mammon + MC - "Don’t you worry about your bad dreams, ‘cause I’m not in them."

Satan + MC - "Won't you show me your weakness?"

Simeon + MC - "Embrace the shadow following behind."

Solomon - "I've never found a way to be honest."

Solomon + MC - "What good is this 'great power' of mine? Absolutely everything slips through my fingers."

#the beginning of this year was very busy for us :') #at least we got to finishing these off sooner than last time hahaha #obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #omnb #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #4000 follower celebration #writings

[inhuman-obey-me]

love your work !!!!!!

This is such a late response but thank you so much!!!

#ask and ye shall be answered #blueeyee111 #thanks for being so nice to us 🥺

[inhuman-obey-me]

Congrats on the 4000🎊🎉🎊

Could I request 🧳 with Asmodeus 😘

Thank you, and thank you for your patience!!

"If you really want to go, I'll come with you." - Asmodeus

cw: blood, implication that a drink was laced

*Note: Afray is one of several demons that serves both Asmodeus and Astaroth, and their name means "dust".

“Afray,” the lesser demon’s name leaves Asmodeus’ lips in a near-whine as he holds out an empty glass, “I feel like you haven’t been paying me enough attention lately. Do you like being with Astaroth more?”

“Of course not, Lord Asmodeus.” Afray smiles as they dutifully pour more Demonus into the offered cup. “I’ve just been quite busy, that’s all. But just between me and you,” they lean in closer, “I much prefer being by your side than Lord Astaroth’s.” 

“Of course you do!” Asmodeus giggles before taking a slow sip, his gaze still focused on the other. “Who doesn’t want to be by my side and have the privilege of being so close to all this beauty?” 

“Indeed,” their smile doesn’t budge, “I’m forever grateful that you’ve deemed me worthy enough to serve you.”

“Well, I don’t let just anyone get so close to me like this, after all.” Finely manicured claws go to gently hold the other demon’s chin, thumb stroking their lips. “While no one can compare to my beauty, you’re just so pleasing to look at.” 

Something flickers in Afray’s eyes, and Asmodeus notices. 

“It’s really a shame, though.” His grip tightens, claws beginning to pierce flesh. “You’d be so much more pleasing to look at if you were a better liar.” 

Finally, the smile drops as disbelief takes over Afray’s features. “Th-that hurts – and whatever do you mean? I haven’t lied.”

“Mmm, and there you go again. It really does make you look much more…” he scrunches up his nose, “...ugly.” Asmodeus holds up his glass with his other hand, turning it slightly in the light. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” 

There it is again, that look in their eyes. 

“N-notice what?” Afray gulps, a hand going up to grip Asmodeus’ wrist in an effort to be released. “It’s just a particular vintage. I’m sorry if it wasn’t to your taste, I can grab ano–AHH!” They let out a yell as they’re lifted into the air,  bleeding from where claws have fully dug into their face.

“Oh, if only it was a matter of taste.” Asmodeus slowly licks his lips, as if savoring every drop. “It’s you tampering with the drink that I’m not a fan of – and let me guess, you gave those bottles you wanted me to take home to my brothers your special little treatment too, right?” 

“P-please, l-let me go!” Afray hisses, struggles in the greater demon’s grip, tail and feet flailing in the air. “I-I’m sorry, I–ack–I’ll do what..ever you want, just…let me go!”

“Whatever I want? Well, what I want right now my dear, sweet Afray, is to make it so that your name is quite literal.” He smirks as he sees the panic spread. “Turn you into dust, and oh, I’m sure you’d make for a wonderful highlighter. Could really make my cheekbones pop!” 

“Just let me go!” Afray scratches and claws at Asmodeus’ arm, desperately trying to escape. “Please!” 

“Tch, really, you’re just going to ruin my skin like that?!” Tired of how much they were struggling, Asmodeus tosses Afray to the floor. They scramble to get up, but find themselves pinned down by a heel as the greater demon hovers over them. 

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking, I-I was put up to it! They offered me so much I couldn’t refuse!” They grovel, hands now clawing at the ground. “I-if you let me go, I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes! I’ll tell you everything! I’ll go a-and make things right!” 

“Alright.” Asmodeus takes his foot off the other’s back. “If you really want to go,” he leans down, his voice full of devilish glee. “I’ll come with you!”

“Wh-what?” 

“Well, I need to make sure you actually ‘make things right’. Astaroth won’t be too pleased to hear about this either, you know? You’re going to want me there to make sure you don’t mess up again.” He grabs them by the scruff of their neck, hoisting them up so that they’re now on their knees.  “And you know how much I enjoy beauty. After all, you just look so much prettier when you beg.”

#phew this is the last of these!! #we couldn't get to them all but I really wanted to crank out one more unhinged Asmo lol so this was technically a bonus one #obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #omnb #obey me nightbringer #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me fic #obey me drabble #writings #4000 follower celebration #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos

[inhuman-obey-me]

Hello! I've recently refound your blog and binge read everything, it was so much fun and you definitely deserve 4k!

I'm popping in to request 🧳 with Levi and MC, please!

Oh wow, thank you so much!! ;///; We're honored to be binge-read. ❤️

"If you really want to go, I'll come with you." - Leviathan/MC

“You want to do what?” 

Leviathan looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, his wide eyes even more prominent as they glow in the twilight. He had accompanied you on a small mission to the human world, but now the two of you were enjoying the rest of the day at the beach, lucky to have found a particular stretch all to yourselves. 

“Atlantis.” You point out to where the sea met the sky, then look back to him with the most innocent look you can muster. “Can you take me to Atlantis?” 

“Wh-who even said that place exists!” Leviathan sinks a bit in the water, flashes of his demon form peeking through. You’re glad that no one is around.  “And e-even if it did, I’m not taking you down deep underwater, that’s dangerous!” 

“Well, maybe it’s not Atlantis exactly, but I read about it at RAD. A sunken underwater city here in the human world, caused by a fight between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm…I want to see it.” You stand up, dusting the sand off of you before taking a couple more steps towards the sea. “I wonder if I can use my magic to get there myself…” 

“What, no! You don’t even know where it is!” Scales begin to appear on his skin, and he sinks deeper into the lapping waves as he gives you a rather perturbed look. 

“Oh, so it does exist then?” You give him a satisfied grin, which he returns with a groan. 

“Ugh, c’mon! Not fair!” The demon hisses, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter, it’s not like we’re going!” 

“Maybe we’re not going–”

Leviathan huffs. He knows you’re messing with him, but he also knows you’re one to let curiosity get the better of you. “You’d have to find a map first, so good luck with that.”

“I’m sure I could find one.” You sway a bit side to side as you hum, finger tapping your chin in thought. “Oh, Solomon might have something in his records. Or I could ask Satan, or maybe even Diavolo will let me look at the Royal Archives himself, or–” 

“Fine, fine!” He frantically tries to stop you from dropping yet another name, envy pooling in his gut. “If…If you really want to go, I’ll come with you.” 

“Really?” Barely containing your excitement, you clasp your hands together by your chest. 

“D-don’t look at me like that!” Pink tinges his cheeks. “Yes, if it’ll stop you from doing something stupid, then I’ll take you.” 

“Thank you, Levi!” You run into the water, throwing your arms around him. “You’re the best!” “I-I, uh,” Flustered as ever, Leviathan tries to find his words, but all that leaves his lips are some incoherent sounds. 

With a soft laugh, you rest your forehead against his. “Hey, you know I’m just teasing you, right? If you’re really against it, I’ll drop it.”

“I know.” He shakes his head, his own arms coming around you in a tight embrace. “But if anyone is going to take you, it’s going to be me.” 

Another chuckle, and you give him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. “I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”   

#happy birthday leviathan #rebagels for beel

[inhuman-obey-me]

levi + 🚪 no mc please!

"I feel a sickness for a home I’ve never been." - Leviathan

"YES, I got the last piece of the set!" Leviathan shouts excitedly to himself, happily setting the new piece to his gear before inputting a dance command.

The little avatar on his screen begins to bop around, moving its arms cheerfully to no particular music as if to show off the new jacket it's wearing. The blurry pixels that make up the character's face look like they're smiling, just like the Avatar of Envy is, beaming from his seat as he reaches up to stretch for the first time in hours.

Messages from his guildmates start rolling in, too, filling the chat with, "YOOO CONGRATS" and "omg sooo jealous" and "looks AMAZING, man!!"

Ah, satisfaction.

And then, killing his elation just as quickly -- "alright, I think that's it for me tonight."

"Wait, some of you still need another drop from this dungeon though, right? Let's not stop yet," Levi types frantically. For the first time all night, he notices his eyes stinging from the strain of playing for so many hours straight, but he's desperate not to log off. If anything, his chest is starting to constrict at the thought, full of panic at the idea of ending already.

The others, however, are done. They collectively decide this is a good place to stop for the night, and one by one, he watches his teammates' avatars disappear from the screen, leaving his character alone in the field, still dancing away.

And, just like that, the night's distraction is over. Groaning with frustration, he scrolls idly through his quest list, checking for something, anything to still do. A dungeon, a raid, maybe some limited-time seasonal event? Of course, he's already completed all the most fun quests though, and the only things still available for him to handle alone are mindless, repetitive tasks. Boring.

He closes out the game too, dropping his head into his hands in defeat. He should get some sleep anyway, admittedly. Lucifer will be mad if he oversleeps come morning, after all.

It's just, the moment he turns around, he'll have to see that same damn room again -- his new one, with its jellyfish lamps and porcelain white tub for a bed. He'd been excited about it at first, since he'd gotten to decorate it with all his otaku paraphernalia, and the fish tank walls really did cast a lovely blue glow over everything. His figurines look great in their displays, and his entire manga collection is neatly organized on the shelves, just how he likes it.

It's a good room. It's got all of his favorite things. It's very distinctly his -- no more of the dusty old guest rooms of the Demon Lord's Castle, each one indistinguishable from all the others.

He should like it.

But that doesn't change what the room is: new. This is his new room, in a new house, in this new realm, with a new body, having to make a new home, and it's all because he's not welcome in his old one anymore. The Celestial Realm cast them out, and he'll never see his old room in the Celestial Palace again. He'll never get to stay in that nice, comfortable, familiar place anymore, and the thought makes him deeply envious of his past self who got to enjoy his time there so obliviously, never even realizing that those days would come to an end!

Then again, if he's honest with himself -- wasn't he the same way back then, too?

It's just a sickness for a home that's never been. Truthfully, he didn't feel any more comfortable in his skin as an angel than he does as a demon. Having his brothers with him is what makes a place home more than anything else, but even they don't really understand him.

No one does.

But there's always escaping into his games, his anime, his manga. In those, he can imagine himself as the hero. He doesn't have to think about what a sad, pathetic demon he is now. He doesn't have to think about being a demon at all. He can be whatever he wants to be, wherever he wants to be.

And where he wants to be right now, is not here. Anything would be better than thinking about all this again. Late night be damned, he's not ready to face this yet.

Screw it, he's not going to sleep. He boots up another game.

#happy birthday leviathan #rebagels for beel

[inhuman-obey-me]

Congrats for 2.7k followers!! You guys are the best in writing, I always come back and reread a LOTT from your master list! For the request, can I have "🖤 - You fell in love with the evil that you bare" with Levi?? Don't care if mc is included-- I wish y'all a great day and take caree ^v^

This is like 8 months late and we're so so sorry for the very long wait!! But thank you so much for the sweet words -- that really means a lot and we're so happy people still enjoy our writing!! ; /// ; ❤️

"You fell in love with the evil that you bare." - Leviathan

“I never wanted to come to this awful place to begin with!”

Leviathan’s eyes open with a start, his heart racing and breath shallow. Slowly, his surroundings come into focus – the soft blue glow highlighting the rim of the bathtub he was nestled in, the dim light flowing through his jellyfish fixtures, the posters and figures on the wall and shelves in view. He was in his room, in the present day – not in the past, like in his dream. With a sigh, he heaves himself up and folds himself over a side of his porcelain bed, watching Henry 2.0 swimming in the vast aquarium mere feet away. 

It had been ages since he had dreamt of the Great Celestial War or of their fall, which often were strange distortions of his own memory. Tonight it seemed his subconscious decided to remind him of a time soon after their fall, a time where Leviathan was full of anguish and despair at becoming a demon – the very beings he had before fought so valiantly against, had led the entire Celestial Army to defeat until a truce of peace had been declared. His life up until that point he had had the hatred for demons so firmly instilled in him, and even with movements towards tolerance and his own rebellion against the Celestial Realm’s ways, centuries of hate could not be so easily unlearned. 

Avatar of Envy, he soon was titled. Strange to think that the envy had rooted its way in his heart even before the war. With peace declared, he had lost his purpose – what was a General to do if there was no point in preparing troops for battle? No strategies to devise? He was rendered useless, his position defunct. How he envied the others who still seemed to have some purpose, some worth – no one ever said he might as well be gone, but why would they? It was clear as the bright celestial sky. 

But then he was asked to join Lucifer in his battle against the Celestial Realm, against their Father. And he joined, because he too had realized the unfairness of it all, not just of the punishment dealt to their sister who had just acted on love but to all the other strange cracks that their Father tried to hide or excuse. So he joined, because it was the right thing to do and oh he could be useful again! 

And then they failed. 

He failed.

As he fell, as white wings and halo were traded for a serpentine tail and branching horns and scales, he felt that envy burn brightly. It consumed him, it enraged him, it sickened him. The ugliest parts of him now spilled from him and oh how he hated it! Hated what he had become with every fiber of his being – and so he hid himself away, fearing to even look in the mirror and see eyes of raging envy look back at him. 

But then, ever-so-slowly, Leviathan acclimated to his new demonic nature. To be named an Avatar was one of great pride and importance in the Devildom, the very manifestation of the sin. It was who he was, and he even was named the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy (though he questioned the need with established peace). He would act on his temptations, on selfishness, on more violent and cruel impulses that would have shocked his former self. He began to find joy in raking his claws through an offending demon, joy in absorbing himself utterly and completely in his passions, joy in his power. 

There was a strange freedom to it all, one he was not afforded in the Celestial Realm. A freedom that had been for so long seen as evil by those more sanctimonious. 

Leviathan was by one of his shelves now, his hands having found one of his novels that he now absentmindedly flipped through, thumb brushing the edges of pages until it caught on one. He glanced down at the page, and he caught sight of a line: “You fell in love with the evil that you bare.” 

Had he fallen in love with it? Or had he merely accepted it, and had found his moments of exhilaration through it all? The freedom, that embodiment of sin that was his to claim. 

He placed the book back, dropping into his chair to boot his latest game up. A wry, hopeless smirk crossed his lips as he watched the 2d demon slayer dance across the screen.

What did it matter? It was pointless to think too long on the question, because the answer wouldn’t change a thing.

He let himself fade into another world once more.

#happy birthday leviathan #rebagels for beel

[inhuman-obey-me]

🤕 " Damn, I love the pain. " with Satan or Levi ? with MC pls;;

also can i be -⌨ anon or smth jdjfkffk

Decided to go with Levi for this one! And yes, you can be ⌨️ anon if you'd like, haha.

"Damn, I love the pain." - Leviathan/MC

content warning: a bit suggestive

“MC! Come on, I said I’m sorry!!” Leviathan is frantically chasing after you as you storm away, your throat beginning to burn from all of the shouting you had engaged in just moments earlier. “Can’t you just hear me out?!”

“Hear what out, Levi? It’s pretty clear what happened!” You bite back, turning on your heel now to face him -- only to gulp as you had forgotten he is in his more demonic form. He towers over you, even more than usual, and his claws are still out, tips glowing with the patterns of venom that lay underneath.

“I-It was an accident, I swear! I just, I just got really excited, and when that happens I-I can’t control myself so,” He waves his hands in the air, taking a step back. “The claws and everything came out before I could stop it! I swear I didn’t mean to wreck the machine!!” You can tell he’s ready to grovel at your feet, his serpentine eyes wide and shining as if he was a sea-puppy. “W-we can play another round! And I’ll control myself, even if it seems like I’m losing!”

“Oh?” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Alright then, but I’m not going to hold back! You’re in for a real beating this time!” With that, you quickly walk right past him and back into the arcade you were in just moments earlier. The staff look mildly startled, one of them still hauling away the wrecked machine with a rather dour expression. Giving your best apologetic smile to them, you go over to a different arcade cabinet for Angel Fighter 3, placing in the tokens to start the game. Leviathan is quickly beside you, quietly mumbling about how Lucifer was going to kill him when they got the bill for the damage. He’s calmed himself down, his form taking on his more “human” appearance, and he gives you an awkward smile.

“Th-thank you, MC. Ready?”

“Ready to kick your ass? You bet.” You didn’t mince your words, the competitive flame burning brightly within. The game begins, and the two of you are immediately at each other’s virtual throats. As you both intensely hit the buttons and ram the joysticks, lighthearted insults start leaving your tongue as was often the case when you two played together. “Eat shit, you fucking loser. I’m going to pummel you into the ground like the worthless trash you are!”

“Damn,” You hear Leviathan huff beside you, and for a moment you’re worried if you took it too far, only to notice his flushed cheeks when you glance at him. “I love the pain. P-please keep going, MC.”

“Oh my g-- Levi!” A rough elbow into his side and you get a loud yelp in response. Now, of all times?! The laughter bubbles out of you before you can help it, but you still manage to take advantage of Leviathan’s embarrassment to finish the game as champion. Turning to him with a smirk, you decide to further fluster the poor demon.

“But if you really want me to keep going, why don’t we get out of here, hm?”

#happy birthday leviathan #rebagels for beel

[inhuman-obey-me]

How would leviathan react if mc (who he is dating) asked for one of his scales. They wanted to make it into a necklace so they can feel close to him always.

This is such a cute idea, and figured it was best answered in a drabble. <3

content warning: slight mention of blood

You shudder as the cool night air nips at your skin, having just left the dark waters of the Devildom ocean. Stretching out on a smooth rock, you hum happily as you turn to watch Leviathan slowly ease a part of his body onto the rock beside you, the rest of his serpentine body still submerged in the watery depths. It was nice, to be alone together like this -- especially now that Leviathan had become more comfortable showing you his more demonic form.

It’s hard not to be mesmerized by the sight of him, the way his scales shimmer in the moonlight as water glistens on his body. Hypnotized by their allure, your hand reaches out to his skin, fingers gently following one of the scaly patterns down his side. Leviathan’s body tenses for a moment at the touch, his widened eyes immediately going to you as a bluish hue colored his cheeks in a blush.

“Hey, Levi. Do you think I could have one?” You ask before he can say anything, though that only earns a series of sputters from your demon boyfriend.

“W-what? Have what?” He looks down to where your fingers are, and you gently tap on one of his scales. “W-w-wait, you want one of my scales?! Why in the Devildom would you want one of my scales?!” His blush has now spread not only to his ears but down his neck to his collarbones. Adorable.

“Well,” Tilting your head to the side, you shyly lower your gaze. “I was thinking … it would be nice to have one that I could wear, like on a necklace. You know, so that I can always feel close to you, even when we’re apart.”

Oh, now you’ve done it. Was it possible for a blush to take over every inch of someone’s skin? Because that’s what’s happening right now with your sea monster, any part of him not covered in scales turning that same bluish hue. You have overwhelmed this poor demon, and he is doing his best not to freak out.

“Y-y-y-y-you want to … t-to wear m-m-my sc-scale?!” As expected, he isn’t doing the best job at not freaking out. “I-I-I-I m-mean … uh … “

“If it makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to!” You quickly assure him, not sure how he was taking your request. “It was just a thought!”

He shakes his head and makes a strange noise, almost like a cross between a purr and a hiss. Eyes darting around, he reaches out and grabs a small sharp rock, thumb brushing over one of its jagged edges. Taking a few deep breaths, he calms himself down before turning away from you. “G-Give me a sec … “

You hear a muffled “ouch” before he thrusts his hand into the water. After a moment, he turns back around, stretching out his arm to you -- and there, in the palm of his hand, lies one of his glittering scales.

“Oh, Leviathan!” You croon, though a gasp soon leaves your lips as you look up to see a bit of blood dripping down his chest. “O-Oh, oh my goodness, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you do something that would hurt you like that!”

“It’s okay.” The Avatar of Envy gives you a coy smile. “It’ll grow back. B-but, I figured .. if you wanted one of my scales, I’d give you one that w-was close to one of my hearts.” He places the scale in your hand, then gently brings your fingers to close around it. “It … it really means a lot to me, you know? That … that you would want a part of me, with you.”

Looking now into his orange-purple eyes, you bring your hand to your chest, your heart beating fast. “Thank you, Levi. I love you, you know? Of course I want you with me, always.”

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Leviathan closes the distance between you and captures your lips in a deep kiss.

“I...I love you, too.”

#happy birthday leviathan #rebagels for beel

[inhuman-obey-me]

Can i request 🦇  with Leviathan and mc

Yes you absolutely can!!

"Trust in me, I’ll be your guide" - Levi x MC

"Levi? Are you still there? I can't see you anymore," you call out.

You feel Leviathan's tail wrap gently around your waist in reassurance, keeping you close to him as you swim together further and further down into the ocean. In the dark of the Devildom, even the surface of the sea is only lit by the moon and stars. It hadn't taken long for that light to be swallowed up by the watery depths, and at this point, it's hard to see anything around you.

“I'm here. Trust in me, I’ll be your guide,” he answers back gently. His voice almost seems to blend with the ocean, his words rippling softly against your ears. "We're almost there."

After a few more minutes, the water around you becomes still, no longer tugging at you, and Levi stops too, guiding you to his scaly lap and placing his hands over your eyes.

With a slight laugh, you say, "Levi, you know I can't see down here, right? Why the hands?"

"Y-you'll see in a second," he says, excitement and a tinge of nervousness in his tone.

When he takes his hands away a moment later, you can't help but let out a gasp.

Different sea creatures are gathered around, swimming in beautiful patterns as the glow of their bodies leaves streaks like blooming flowers all around you.

And Leviathan, too, is glowing, a mysterious blue light glimmering off him in thin lines along his snake-like body. He's brighter than the rest, lighting up the whole cavern, which appears to be made of crystals and lined with shadowy coral.

"It's beautiful!" you exclaim, nuzzling your forehead against his side, but to your surprise, his tail gently lifts your head up to face his.

"Um...MC! I know I'm just a...a gross otaku shut-in, who always stays at home, and maybe I don't take you on as many cute normie dates like my brothers would, but...but..." he stammers nervously, cupping his hands over yours to place something warm and metallic inside. "You're always there for me, and you never judge me for the things I like. And you seem to love me even when I don't like myself. I really love you too...so, MC...would you marry me?!"

#happy birthday leviathan #rebagels for beel

[inhuman-obey-me]

Deadly Envy

Word Count: 1.8k Description: Perhaps directing insults directly to the Avatar of Envy's face is a mistake -- or, Leviathan reminds some demons of their place. Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Finally got back to continuing this, so here's Leviathan! Apologies for the delay, hope this is okay;; Note: Vepar is a demon associated with the sea and is one of the 72 demons that Solomon has a pact with, mentioned in the Ars Goetia. They were often depicted as a merman. Lassal is a minor demon named in the Liber de Angelis and is associated with the moon. Can also be found on AO3 here. content warning: blood, brute force violence, mild gore, use of hallucinogens

The Avatar of Envy was not one to find comfort in being alone with his thoughts, but there were times where he would wander to a certain cove by the oceanside, a place just for him where he found a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The taste of salt in the air, the gentle spray of ocean mist, the sound of the waves crashing into the surrounding rocks -- yes, this was another home for him, one he dearly missed.

Leviathan closed his eyes, basking in the light of the Devildom moon as he debated going into the water tonight. It would be nice to go for a swim, but he was also itching to get back home and watch the latest episode of the anime he had recently gotten into.

“Well, well, who do we have here?”

Leviathan’s eyes snapped open, his body tense as he recognized the voice of the demon who unceremoniously interrupted him.

“Vepar,” the name left the sea serpent’s lips in a near hiss. “What are you doing here?”

“Why, enjoying the view this fine evening. I assume you’re doing the same? What a surprise, to see you actually outside! I thought you loved the computer screen more these days.” They laughed, a ripple of malice present in what should have been a joyous sound.

Of all demons, why did it have to be Vepar that had found his sanctuary? Every time Leviathan looked at them, or thought about them, envy bubbled in his chest and filled every fiber of his being.

Vepar had been one of the angels who fell alongside the brothers in the Great Celestial War - one of the few survivors outside of his family - and had been a rather high-ranking officer in the army at the time. After becoming a demon, they managed to become a Captain in Hell’s Royal Navy, following Leviathan as his subordinate. Or, that’s how it would have appeared, if it wasn’t for the fact that Vepar had seemingly lost all respect for their superior.

Their relationship was practically non-existent these days, as the Royal Navy hadn’t been active in centuries. They were never terribly close to begin with, but a great chasm seemed to have opened up between them as the years passed and Leviathan watched Vepar be so … successful.

How was it that this demon who ranked beneath him had managed to climb up so much higher in the social sphere? In true normie fashion, they had no issue conversing with strangers and seemed to make friends wherever they went. They were smooth with their words, charming with their smile, and always knew the right thing to say.

Except when it came to Leviathan.

“What’s with that look? I was just speaking the truth, wasn’t I?” Vepar grins, their mockery obvious. They brush a long lock of hair from their face before looking over their shoulder. “Oh, Lassal, look who I found!” They call out behind them, and soon another demon appears from the dark, his wispy white hair reflecting the moonlight. He was one of the lesser demons who seemed to cling to Vepar whenever they were together.

“Ah, Lord Leviathan..!” Lassal starts a bit nervously, unsure how to act in this situation. After all, he often joined in on the endless ribbing of the Avatar of Envy. The Greater Demon was never around to hear it, so what was the harm? “It’s, uh, nice to see you.”

“I was just telling him how strange it was to see him here. After all, I don’t think there’s a video game store anywhere near this area.” Vepar continues, the deriding smile still on his face. “Such a rare sighting of the ever-elusive demon. And all alone, too … but, I suppose it’s true that you don’t have any friends.”

Leviathan glares at the long-haired demon, his hands now curled into fists as they continue their jabs. Has he really become such a joke? Of course, a worthless otaku like me doesn’t deserve any respect, he thinks, They only care about my position when they have to…

“I would offer you to join us, but… hmm, you’d honestly just kill the mood.” Vepar shrugs, turning to Lassal, and attempts to get him to join in. “Isn’t that right? I mean, we all know how pathetic he is!”

The jealous thoughts continue to invade his mind. They only care because of my brothers. I’m obviously the weakest link, huh? Even Solomon liked Vepar enough to make a pact with them … they might be even better friends than we are …

“R-right!” Lassal easily bends to the other demon’s will. “Sorry, Leviathan, but you’re not really fun to have around.”

And then they feel comfortable enough to talk like this to me, to my face?! They have all the qualities I lack, everything is so much easier for them, and I’m just a laughing stock who only deserves mockery, huh? Is that it..?

“Oh, so polite. Come now, weren’t we talking earlier of how sad of a demon he is?”

“Yeah,” All nervousness is gone from Lassal, a rather smug expression taking over his features instead. “It’s hard to believe that he’s one of the demons ruling over us...it’s funny because even he knows how depressing he is, isn’t that right?”

They really think they’re so much better than me?!

“And to think, he’s Grand Admiral -- ”

“SHUT UP!” Leviathan finally speaks, his envy burning hot and turning into rage as he lunges at Vepar, his claws digging into their throat. “You actually think you can just talk to me like that?” His eyes shift, turning more snake-like while ink spreads through his sclera. His horns grow larger, his tail longer, and his teeth look a bit too sharp when he growls at them. “May I remind you that YOU serve under ME?”

A gargled choke manages to leave the caught demon’s mouth, their eyes wide in surprise. Lassal, who let out a squeak of terror when the third-born attacked, was trying to scurry away from the scene -- only to be caught by Leviathan’s tail in a tight grip.

“And where do you think you’re going?” The sea serpent shot a deadly glare at the lower-level demon, hoisting him up into the air to dangle upside-down. Leviathan turns his attention back to the other demon, trying to stop himself from ripping their head off right then and there.

“I might not be the most sociable guy, or the most popular, or the coolest, or … whatever! But if you really think you can just talk shit to my face and get away with it, you’ve got another thing coming.” His forked tongue slips through his lips with a menacing hiss. “It seems you both need a reminder that I’m the Third Demon Lord, your superior, your Greater, your ruler.”

“I-I’m sorry…” Vepar manages to get out, their previous haughty air vanishing as dread sunk in, a heaviness sinking into their bones. “I--”

“Oh, save your fucking apologies, Vepar!” Leviathan spits at their face. “If it wasn’t for your little pact with Solomon, I would kill you this instant.” He momentarily digs his claws further into their skin. “Your little friend, on the other hand…”

Lassal whimpers, trying to shake his head furiously. “P-please Lord Leviathan! I-I only said such things b-because Vepar made me! They -- “ His words are cut off with a choke as the Avatar’s tail tightens around their neck as Leviathan brings him close to his own face.

“Wow, throwing them under the bus? I guess I can’t expect anything more from the likes of you.” Leviathan sneers, the claws of his free hand going to drag down along Lassal’s face, venom leaving their tips and entering his bloodstream. With a flick of his tail he slams Lassal into the ground head-first, the jagged rock they were upon cracking slightly from the force. “If you thought I was going to go cry in my room because of your taunting, you were sadly mistaken.”

Lassal’s skull was fractured, blood dripping from the head wound caused by impact. If he was trying to say anything more, it came out in incoherent words and sounds, which soon turned into struggling screams. The venom that now coursed through his veins had a hallucinogenic quality that made the victim feel as if they were drowning, and it seemed to be working rather well. Leviathan thrashed him about again, making sure to smash his skull against the rock over and over and over and over and --

“Leviathan, stop! He’s dead!” Vepar screams, managing to get some more words out as the grip on their throat had slightly loosened while the Avatar was preoccupied with the other demon. Leviathan makes sure to deliver one more whack for good measure before dropping Lassal to the ground, his head smashed to bits and nothing more than a messy pile of bone, blood, and flesh.

“So he is.” His voice is cold, distant. His orange-purple eyes are glowing as he turns his attention back to the still living demon. “Now, as for you, Vepar… what was it that you wanted to say earlier? Something about how you couldn’t believe I could still be called the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy?”

“I-I didn’t say that, I just … look, I’m sorry, okay? You just a-appeared to have become so weak, you -- “

“...became an easy target?” Leviathan finishes their thought. “Well, let this be a lesson, Vepar. Think you’re better than me all you want, think you have so much more than I do, but at the end of the day…” He drags his claws down Vepar’s chest, sharp points sinking into their flesh and creating several large gashes that spurt dark ichor. They bite their lip in an attempt to hold back their cries of pain, tears streaming down their cheeks. “...I am at the top. I have more power than you do, and I will make sure that your existence will be a miserable one if you dare challenge me again.”

Mumbled words left Vepar’s lips, soon followed by a sharp cry when Leviathan sank his claws into their torso once more.

“What was that?”

“Y-yes Grand Admiral, sir. N-never again, sir!” The words tumbled out without a second thought, the demon trying not to let his body tremble too much from the mix of fear and pain.

“Good.” Leviathan retracts his claws and lets Vepar slump to the ground to their knees, his cold gaze lingering on them for a moment before looking over to the mangled corpse of Lassal. Turning away from the scene, Leviathan begins to walk away, raising a hand in the air.

“Clean that mess up.” He pauses, looking over his shoulder to fix the fellow sea demon a menacing glare. “And that’s an order.”

#happy birthday leviathan #rebagels for beel

[inhuman-obey-me]

9 - The Hermit

Chapter warnings: None

The hermit might find out plenty about himself and what goes on in his own mind, when avoiding the company of others. But the wisdom reached by the Hermit has no substance before it's shared. What we discover in our loneliness becomes real when we share it with others and thereby discover that there's so much we have in common. It's not sure that the Tarot Hermit will come to that revelation. He seems committed to stay on his own, as if renouncing the world altogether. That leads nowhere. He must snap out of it, lift his head and open his eyes. Until then he's in sort of a coma.

"Henry, do you think there could ever be someone who could understand me?"

The goldfish stared back at him with empty eyes.

Leviathan sighed, wallowing in his lament for the third time that day between episodes of rewatching I Actually Got Used to Working as the Demon Lord's Manservant and Have Started to Really Enjoy My Life in the Devildom, but Now a Succubus Who Claims to Be the Reincarnation of My Long-Lost Sister Has Shown Up, as Well as an Angel Claiming to Have Been My Childhood Friend Reborn (Who Was a Total Tsundere, by the Way) and Honestly I'm Not Sure Whether This Is a Good Thing or a Bad Thing at This Point. Of course his goldfish didn't understand. No one did.

It wasn't as though he'd intended to be a hermit, at the start. But every time he had thought about his old duties as naval captain, and how they didn't need a navy anymore, he could feel the anxiety welling up in his chest. And so when Lucifer handed him a DVD one day, he hadn't really been that interested, but any bit of escapism was better than feeling the weight of his uselessness. And then the DVD turned out to be so good, he wanted to watch the next one, and the next one...

At some point, brothers had started teasing him for it. And when he thought about the way they made fun of him, and how they didn't understand, well, he just wanted to bury himself back in his games and anime all over again and not think about how pathetic everyone must have thought he was. And then he tried sharing his interests with them, hoping it would maybe help them understand, but then they weren't the least bit interested! Those normies...between that or playing quietly in his room, he was better off alone.

Here, at least he had worlds to dream about, hobbies to explore. Even if he was alone, at least here, he was happy.

And hey, he had his goldfish, didn't he?

Knock knock.

"Password?" he called out.

"The second lord..."

"...attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could lay golden eggs..."

"...having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed..."

"...it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools, " Levi finished.

His eyes widened. It had been a long, long time since anyone had gotten his password correct on the first try.

"Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter."

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#happy birthday leviathan #rebagels for beel

[inhuman-obey-me]

If obey me wasnt a otome game what do you think will be different? And it makes me laugh that we are romanticising the devil which just seems so funny. Ik its a game but its just a funny concept

Okay but we love romancing the devil. More games should let us smooch Lucifer/other demon royalty. Please.

But this is a fun thing to think about!

(long game design rambles below the cut)

Even if Obey Me was still a visual novel game but without the romance, there is a lot that could change. We'd have a lot less of the characters vying for the player's attention, meaning the game would also be less prone to gag-type situations and allow for a consistently more serious storyline. It could be something like Twisted Wonderland, where the MC still has a role but it isn't as big nor central to the conflicts and problems of the story, thus playing more of an observer role.

The devs actually mentioned in early videos that when making the game, they had to scale back some of their ideas because they "didn't want it to feel too much like an adventure game" and still focus on the romance since it was a dating sim. Interestingly, Nightbringer seems to be testing the waters on this now and going back to a more dramatic story, so maybe we'll actually get to see that kind of adventure vibe now!

If the game was still following the main points of gathering pacts with the demon brothers...well, maybe we really are just becoming Solomon 2.0 at that point, new title is Solomon Simulator 2023 BC. But really, there would probably be less of MC playing therapist and more letting us have adventures of our own, exploring the world in various ways. Hell, MC might even be living in Purgatory Hall with the other exchange students instead of oddly being the only one put in the House of Lamentation. And this more adventurous theming could also be reflected in events, with more AU themes (Pirates, Spies, Circus, etc) that allow for more fun event storylines that aren't so focused on "romantic" situations and fanservice moments.

Going along with that, we would likely get more character variety in a non-otome game, since it wouldn't be trying to make every character (except Luke) dateable or potentially future-dateable -- less ikemen, more non-male characters, maybe more body diversity! And because there'd be no expectation of romance, you could have more outright hostility too. Maybe Mephisto and Raphael could have actually fulfilled the more aggressive or antagonistic personalities they had been hinted to have! There might also be more of a canonical MC character personality too, since part of the reason it's left more open and vague is to let players self-insert for the romance. This could allow for more narration from MC as well.

Now, if we step away from the Visual Novel style, that could open up a whole new world of possibilities! Imagining OM as more of a fantasy RPG? Super fun thought.

Other characters could potentially be playable, and if so, we could perhaps see more of the characters without MC needing to be in the scene, allowing for more interactions between different characters outside the current format of occasional side/hard-mode stories.

We'd probably get a truer combat system too, even if we were just fighting random minor demons or something like the Little D's in Nightbringer's gameplay. (Apparently the only instruction the team got in making the original game was "it needs dance battles"???) The characters' skills could also be more unique to the characters since it wouldn't have to fit the rhythm/dance game format, so stuff like summoning Lotan could actually be a useful powerful thing instead of just a running gag! In fact, we could see way more powerful magic from all the characters, which would be great since OM as it is now just always conveniently forgets that these are extremely powerful demons for the sake of setting up random shenanigan situations.

A combat mechanic could also add to the narrative design of the game -- what better way to show us what a scary and dangerous place the Devildom is than to have the player have to defend themselves while navigating through it? Or imagine the characters' relationships with one another actually mattering to the gameplay, like Beel and Belphie getting a boost if they're in the party together, as with Fire Emblem's support system! Simeon being a healing angel member of the party at the start and then actually tangibly losing that as a combat ability when that part of the story happened? It would certainly hit different, that's for sure.

The story also wouldn't be confined to the 20-lesson format in that case, which could give more room for fleshing things out properly. And with a freer adventure-based storyline, it might also be a lot less focus on RAD, or maybe it wouldn't be a school setting at all! Perhaps it would focus more on the inter-realm diplomacy parts of the story. Plus, some aspects could get relegated to more environmental storytelling and interactable objects around you, leaving character interactions freed up to focus more on actual events going on.

And speaking of character interactions, there could also be a more complex and interesting system for relationships in a more RPG style game. Instead of an intimacy bar that only ever goes up and doesn't directly impact story events, you could have a more complex interaction event system, like in Telltale stuff or Mass Effect. That could still include romance without it being the central point of the game, and maybe they would also hold grudges over certain decisions, which could feed back into the combat system somehow. Unlike now, you wouldn't be able to go back to change your decisions, but there's a lot of replayability potential there.

Of course, the downside to all that it's way more work to make...game dev is hard, after all! So updates would be slower, it'd probably cost a whole lot more, and it's probably not feasible as a mobile game anymore then. But hey, a game like that would be pretty damn cool.

#hey but about this year's OM april fools thing though..... #rebagels for beel

[inhuman-obey-me]

⚡️Solomon and mc please if you are still doing these.

"What good is this "great power" of mine? Absolutely everything slips through my fingers." - Solomon/MC

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

You were supposed to be safe here in the human realm. Safe with him. 

“Solomon,” your voice is weak as you call out his name, lying in the middle of the room. Blood is seeping through the bandages tightly wrapped around your wounds. Your eyes flicker as you seem to fade in and out of consciousness. 

Shit. That potion didn’t work either. 

“Don’t speak. Don’t move. I’ll get you fixed up.” He does his best to keep his voice calm, swallowing the panic that threatens to take over. No, he needs to focus. He needs to find the right ingredients, he needs to measure precisely, he needs to find the damn spell or potion or whatever it is that will undo the damage that’s laid claim to your body. 

Books go flying off the shelves, circling in a dizzying array around the sorcerer as pages flip rapidly. He had taken you to one of his secret abodes spread throughout the human realm, all stocked with various magical items and artifacts along with numerous grimoires and journals he had collected over centuries. A treasure trove for any occult enthusiast – but currently, an archive of desperation. 

“There has to be something here. It’s a complex curse, but it still seems to be human-made, though with some demonic assistance, so,” he speaks his thoughts aloud, talking more to himself than to you, “I just need to find what can neutralize it.” 

Surely he can find it. Solomon has never met a curse that he couldn’t eventually break, faced a foe he couldn’t manipulate, discovered a spell he couldn’t replicate. The air fills with the noise of a sorcerer gone mad – the clinks and clanks of vials and bottles, the continuous flutter of pages turning, the hiss and bubbling of items being thrown together, the scrape of metal against glass, of chalk against wood and the crackle of fire.  

“This one should work.” 

It didn’t.

“Okay, maybe this one.”

Another failure. 

“This one has to be it.”

No.

“Please.” 

Solomon slumps beside you after his latest attempt, his face in his hands and his deep breath turns into an exasperated yet muffled yell. His hands travel up his head, fingers tightly gripping at his hair as a hiss leaves his lips. 

Solomon the Wise. Solomon the Witty Sorcerer. These names and more had plagued him for so long, were ones he at times embraced and gloated over. He had been the most powerful human in existence, continuing to obtain more and more power so that he could show the angels and demons that they couldn’t control him, control humans. It wasn’t without sacrifices, without pain and hardship. He still lost so much.

And now, he was afraid of losing you. 

There was no other choice. He was going to have to call upon the demons for help.

“What good is this great power of mine?” His voice nearly breaks, tears stinging at the corner of his eyes. “Absolutely everything slips through my fingers.” 

“Not everything, old man.” 

Solomon jolts up, eyes wide as he looks to you after hearing your shaky voice. 

You let out a low groan, shifting in place before slightly propping yourself up on your elbows. “Come on, you didn’t think I would go down that easily, did you?” You wince. “Have some faith in your apprentice. I’m basically as strong as you.” 

Your name leaves him in a near-sob as he scrambles up and throws his arms around you. “Oh thank the stars, you’re okay.” 

“Ow,” you respond, but sink into his embrace. “I’m not touching a strange statue again for a good while after this.”  

“I’m sorry,” Solomon releases you, checking over your wounds to ensure that you are now healing. “I should have known, I should have stopped you, I should have –” 

“Solomon.” You stop him, brushing some of his wispy locks from his face. “It was an accident. You can’t always be there watching over me. And if it wasn’t for you, I would be in a lot worse shape.” Placing a hand on his cheek, you gaze affectionately into his eyes. “Thank you.”

He swallowed his protests. It was true that you were on a path to quickly overtake him as the most powerful human sorcerer the world had ever known. He was going to have to get used to you getting into dangerous situations, used to you wielding such power and the responsibility that came with it. He was no longer alone in carrying that burden.

With a sigh, Solomon rests his forehead against yours. “Looks like I’m going to have to make a lot more protection charms.” 

#this one also got away from me...woops #anyway here's some solomon angst #obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me solomon #om! solomon #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #om! solomon x mc #om! solomon x reader #obey me fic #obey me angst #obey me drabble #writings #4000 follower celebration #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos

[inhuman-obey-me]

🕶 with Barbatos please??👀 also yes on MC! (sorry for being specific, you can ignore it if you want but can it be directed at mc i'm not normal about Barb)

"I saw a little thing I didn't like you tried to hide." - Barbatos/MC

content warning: blood, reference to torture/gore

Barbatos has a reputation.

It is one that you remind yourself of at times, when you get lost in his sweet words and even sweeter treats. Those soft smiles, his ever-readiness to serve, his meticulous attention to detail so that things were always perfect for you – he would insist you had him wrapped around your finger, but sometimes you wonder if it truly isn’t the other way around.

After all, while you loved that side of him – one that few had the privilege to witness – you could not help but be intrigued by the part of him that reigned in the shadows. 

The part of him that delighted in the slow torture of a traitor. The part of him that could use a knife to cut up a bleeding-heart artichoke just as deftly as an actual bleeding heart. The part of him that could drive someone mad just by warping the space around him, damning them to experience eternity in a matter of seconds. 

Perhaps you were a bit too intrigued, your morbid curiosity having led you now to wander the dark halls of the Demon Lord’s Castle in search of him. He was supposed to meet you at the foyer earlier, but when the ever-punctual demon was nowhere to be found, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You wanted to see if you could catch the consistently composed butler off-guard, unprepared. 

A fool’s quest.

You pass an archway and stop in your tracks, swearing you heard a faint scream from down below. A metallic scent pervades, your stomach churning as you take a step, and then another, and yet another – slowly descending the stairs, unsure of what you’ll find at the bottom. 

It’s dimly lit, torches along the walls flickering with magic flames. Your eyes adjust, and your heart nearly skips a beat as you see Barbatos in the distance. You dive behind a wall, peering around the corner to observe. 

He seems to be talking to someone, though you can’t see who. A cell, you think, as you notice the iron bars gating certain areas. The light catches on an object in his hand, something silver, and you realize he’s cleaning it off with cloth. Your own hands fish out your D.D.D., opening the camera function to zoom in and get a clearer look.

Oh.

He’s splattered with blood, standing in a pool of it. It’s a sight to behold, and you’re unable to tear your gaze away from him. Slowly, your finger goes to the capture button, taking a photo of the scene. You duck back into the passage, checking to see how the shot turned out – and chills run down your spine as Barbatos seems to be looking straight into the lens. 

“Tsk, tsk.” Gloved fingers tightly wrap around your wrist, forcing you to turn around to meet a dark gaze that you knew all too well. “I saw a little thing I didn’t like you tried to hide.” 

“B-Barbatos!” His name leaves your lips in a squeak. You don’t know how he got to you so fast, but you do know it’s better not to question it. “I-I’m sorry, you didn’t show up earlier and I got curious and wanted to look for you so I ended up down here and then I found you but I didn’t want to disturb you and –” 

He puts a halt to your rapid explanation with a single finger against your lips, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry, my dear. It’s not like me to forget or lose track of the time. I must make this up to you immediately.” He lets go of your wrist, examining you once over before taking a step back. “But first, I need to freshen up. Shall we go upstairs?” 

With a nod, you follow him back up to the brighter hallways of the castle, though he pauses once you’re at the landing. “...And what are you going to do with that photo?”

“Oh.” You can feel the warmth rush to your cheeks. “I, uh … just kind of wanted it for myself.”

“Is that so?” You can hear the amusement in his voice, see the way his lips twist into a smirk.  “Well, if that’s the case, I suppose I can let your little reconnaissance slide. Next time, however,” he leans in close, breath ghosting your ear. “Just ask.”

#SORRY this is late #wrapping these up for real now #will finish up the last couple this week #but yes we're also not normal about barb totally understand #obey me #obey me! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me barbatos x reader #om! barbatos #obey me nightbringer #obey me fic #obey me drabble #writings #4000 follower celebration #the all encompassing [mod] cosmos

[inhuman-obey-me]

Would you consider writing for the new side characters, Mephistopheles, Thirteen, and Raphael in the future? I'm curious.

We are definitely willing to!

We've included them on posts like the True Cosmic Horrors, Part 2 and in some fics like His Immortal Soul and A Jewel is Born.

No one ended up requesting anything of them during any of our drabble-request events so ... ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

We don't currently have solid plans for anything in-depth with them, but we are certainly not opposed to writing for them.

#ask and ye shall be answered #obey me #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles

[inhuman-obey-me]

Congratulations on a well deserved 4000+!

If you don't mind can I request 😴 with belphie+ Mc?

Thank you so much!! ;//u//;

"Don't you worry about your bad dreams, 'cause I'm not in them." - Belphegor/MC

content warning: psychological horror, blood, implied body horror

It starts with a heavy pressure on your chest, as if some creature has crawled through the shadows to come and sit atop your heart. 

Then it spreads, an inky dread that slithers its way up to your throat and wraps itself around and around and around. And then it tightens.

Slowly. Suffocatingly. 

‘It’s horrible here, isn’t it?’

Another night, another cruel whisper in your head from a voice you don’t recognize. You can feel sharp claws sink into your flesh, and a haze takes over your mind. You try to fight it, but it only gets worse. 

‘Just open your eyes, you’ll see.’

And so you do, knowing what it is you will see. It’s been the same for the past two nights: a warped version of the House of Lamentation, blood seeping through cracks and running down the walls. A static seems to fill the air, further distorting anything you look at like some unsettling funhouse mirror. The room sways and rocks, but you try to step forward – only for your heel to be met with a loud crunch. With a gulp, you bring your gaze down to see what it is you stepped on.

It’s you. Whatever’s left of you, that is. 

‘You don’t belong here. It’s not safe.’

The voice gets louder, more insistent, more chilling. 

‘You should leave. Now.’

“The only one who should be leaving is you, Milalu.” 

In an instant, the haze dissipates and the horrors fade away to reveal a strange plane of clouds and stars, a comforting blanket of lavender and twilight embracing you. The scream that was stuck in your throat now turns into a near-sob of relief at the familiar voice. You turn to find him, and before a single thought can form you find yourself running straight into his arms. 

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, and you answer with a silent nod.

“Belphegoooor,” The raspy voice calls out, a dark cloud taking the rough shape of a demon before you. “We were just having some fun.”

“We? Do you really think I’m stupid?” Belphegor snarls, tightening his hold on you. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You, idiotically waltzing into a dream under my roof? Threatening my human?” 

“I wasn’t threatening.” Milalu answers, their ghostly hands coming up as if to push the accusation away. “I was merely trying to be…influential.” 

“Influential my ass.” Belphegor gives you a squeeze before releasing you, now stepping towards the other demon. “What, trying to scare them away so they leave? You really think you’re that good? That you have any power over them?” 

“All humans are influenceable. It would be a bad dream for me if they weren’t.” Milalu turns to look at you, their sharp eyes trying to pierce your soul, but Belphegor quickly grabs them by the neck and lifts them into the air.

“Oh, don’t you worry about your bad dreams,” he hisses with vitriol, his own demon form shifting into something more frightening as his tail thrashes to and fro. “Because I’m not in them – but maybe that should change.” 

He pauses, then, and looks to you, a gentle command leaving his lips. 

“Close your eyes.”

So you do, a garbled scream from Milalu quickly deafened by warm wind that swirls around you and returns you to the comfort of your bed.

When you awaken, you find Belphegor watching you with a mix of affection and frustration. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I…I thought it would stop, eventually.” You lower your gaze, embarrassed that he had to see you in such a state. He sighs, cupping your face with one hand.  

“I know you’re strong, but you shouldn’t let anyone mess with you like that.” He sighs, a thumb brushing your cheek. “If something like that ever happens again, you need to tell me right away. Promise me that, starlight.” 

“...Okay. I promise.” You nod, moving closer to him in the bed and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“Thank you.”

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"If you want to surrender, this won't take long." - Beelzebub

content warning: blood mention

The clash of metal and war cries fill Beelzebub’s ears, fingers tightening around the hilt of his longsword as he slashes through the heavens with frustration. It pained him to be fighting his brethren this way, to turn his blade meant for protecting the Celestial Realm to one fighting against it, but what choice did he have? Their father had forsaken their sister, condemned her to obliteration, and they were all meant to accept it and move on? To do nothing but bow their heads in deference? No!

When Lucifer had informed him of his plans, Beelzebub did not hesitate to join him. After all, he had sworn to protect the very angel who had given him a chance, who had taught him how to harness his great strength and power for the good of the realm and shut up the other angels like Raphael who only belittled him. Lucifer had become his dear eldest brother, and he trusted in his judgment. Those who joined him all agreed -- they could no longer live like this, no longer live with a veil over their eyes that hid them from the truth of this world.

“Beelzebub!” A voice roars above the ringing impact of metal -- one of his fellow cherubim looks down at him, a mix of emotions in his bright eyes. “Why are you doing this?”

“You know why.” Beelzebub retaliates, both with words and blade. “Don’t act as if we haven’t made ourselves clear, Rikbiel.”

“This is pointless!” The other angel yells, coming in for a second attack. Beelzebub parries, using his strength to shove Rikbiel back. “You cannot change what has been decreed!”

“Why not?” The two circle each other in the air, glimmers of their higher forms peaking through flesh -- the jaws of a lion baring its teeth, the sharp eyes of an eagle sizing up its prey. Rikbiel does not answer, coming in for another blow. Anguish envelopes them both, neither having ever wished for it to come to this.

A distant familiar cry suddenly grabs Beelzebub’s attention, and he glances to see his twin fighting a battle of his own -- but there is blood soaking his robes, a pained expression twisting his face. Belphie ..!

“Please,” Rikbiel pleads in anger, teeth gritted. “If you want to surrender, this won’t take long.”

“Never.” Beelzebub snarls in response. Without waiting another moment, he slices through one of Rikbiel’s wings, earning a sharp cry from his former comrade. He thrusts forward again to pierce through his shoulder, soaking his blade in angelic ichor and adding another pained bellow to the chorus of war.

“I’m sorry, Rikbiel. I wish it didn’t have to come to this.” His voice is low, sorrow in his violet gaze. He swiftly removes the blade and turns away, not wanting to watch as the other falls through the clouds below.

He has to go help his brother.

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