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Epilogue
Diavolo: Ah, ah? Testing. There we are. To our dear students attending the Royal Academy of Diavolo, we have called you together today to make an important announcement.
Students that had been talking to each other in hushed and occasionally loud tones grow quiet. They look up at Diavolo on his podium.
Diavolo: It has come to our attention that many rumors are circulating about the demon that was known as Corde Lia, a vampire from the distinguished Erimav family that offers this academy, as well as myself, their very souls. Their brother, Hter Ric, has since been spreading a false rumor about Lia's confrontation with another student.
Hter: I daresay it wasn't false. My sibling is dead, are they not?
Diavolo raises one hand, and Hter reluctantly backs down.
Diavolo: I am getting to that. We will begin with what is correct. Corde Lia was killed by Annelie Glasgow after a confrontation. However, this confrontation was not instigated by her, nor was this killing intentional. Lia sexually harassed Ms. Glasgow and actively practiced species-related discrimination, despite knowing that Ms. Glasgow is in a committed relationship with our Vice-President, Lucifer.
Diavolo's brows furrow.
Diavolo: As such, Ms. Glasgow will be suspended from all academy activities for one week. I, as prince of the Devildom and as president of the academy, formally apologize to the family of Corde Lia, who grieves for their lost child.
Diavolo: However, I also believe I have made it very clear that I will protect those whose voices otherwise go unheard. There are 5 succubi, including Ms. Glasgow, in this entire academy. The number of incubi is even less. We as the student council, and I personally, not as a prince or a president but as a proud member of the demonic race, beg you not to indulge in familiar assumptions. Thank you.
Clapping slowly resounds in scattered areas of the crowd, then spreads to its majority as Lucifer and Annelie step forward from the crowd. Hter is noticeably restraining his anger, begging to tear Annelie to bits.
Diavolo: Lucifer, I now hand things off to you.
Diavolo covers the mic.
Diavolo: And please, seriously, do not threaten anyone else with death while you're speaking. That is not a surprise I want today.
Lucifer: I wasn't going to; rest assured.
Diavolo's hand leaves the mic, and he steps backward to allow Lucifer into the light. Annelie fidgets behind him nervously.
Why am I even here? I'm not going to speak, right?
Lucifer: Diavolo has already covered all student conduct topics that I had wished to address. However, because there still seems to be some kind of misconception regarding my relationship with Annelie Glasgow, let me make it perfectly clear for all of you now.
Lucifer drags Annelie away from the podium, well within view of hostile, neutral and friendly demons. She keeps looking at the crowd uneasily, then at Lucifer.
Annelie: (Softly) What are you doing?
Lucifer gets down on one knee, and a collective, excited gasp from everyone present makes the room feel as if a giant had inhaled. Lucifer pulls out a small, velvet box, popping it open for Annelie to reveal a stunning marquise-cut engagement ring. Several girls in the crowd scream. Annelie gapes stupidly at it like a fish out of water.
Lucifer: Annelie, you came into my life without me even wanting it. I thought you were an impudent girl that just liked stealing my bed. I was foolish. You have the gall to lecture me, insult me, and even baby me. You have the libido that drives me to borderline madness. And, even though your heart is fragile... you placed it in my hands and trusted me with your everything. You made me believe that I could do the same.
Annelie raises her hands to her smiling mouth and starts to cry, trying not to laugh out of joy (and his cheesiness).
Lucifer: You've made my family feel at ease, and for once in my life, the moniker "The Morning Star" seems to feel as if it describes me. So, Annelie... Will you, for the rest of your life, choose to marry me and officially become my wife?
Annelie: Yes. Yes, you silly demon, I love you. Hurry up and put that ring on so I can hug you.
Lucifer chuckles to himself as he slides the ring onto her finger.
Lucifer: Impatient as always, aren't we?
Annelie: Oh stop it and c'mere. Let me kiss you.
The great majority of the crowd loudly cheers, several demons whistling and screaming as Annelie and Lucifer share a long, sweet kiss, enjoying each other's embrace.
Lucifer: I'm never going to lose you again.
Annelie: Likewise. No more cursed grimoires. No more brotherly secrets. No more magic diseases. We'll just have a peaceful life together...
I'll make sure of it.
Sapphire World
The Power I Hold / END
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Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, And Cacti Are Prickly.
[ Trigger Warning:
Sexual Harassment via comments and gestures.
Reader Discretion Advised ]
Annelie walks into her first class at RAD, and she watches as pair after pair of eyes settle to look back at her. She stops in place, moderately confused.
Annelie: What? I know I'm not late to an in-class exam because we just had one that I had to make up. Unfortunately.
Annelie catches Lizzy's gaze, and the latter points to her eyes, mouthing the word "This."
Seriously? Like they don't have weird eyes all over? For Dia's sake, it's just my eyes. It's not like I turned into some kind of slime monster.
Annelie: Nevermind. I don't care.
Annelie sits at her desk.
Stupid Demon: Who are you supposed to be? Some kind of knockoff K**eki K*n?
Why do you even know that reference?
Annelie: ...
Stupid Demon: Y'know, I've never liked you. First you schmooze up to Lord Lucifer, and then you start trying to act like you're some kind of bigshot with that HDRA bullshit.
What in the fuck are you talking about? I haven't even done anything with that position yet except post some bare-minimum rules in the hallways.
The demon approaches Annelie's desk and sits on top of it, spreading their legs on either side of her. They smirk.
Demon with a Deathwish: In the end, you're just a sex-driven low-life that slept your way to Lord Lucifer's side. But, well... if you're really that good at pleasuring him, then maybe I should try and get a taste of the toy he uses. Haha. Since it's all the same to you, I'm pretty fond of oral.
Murmuring covers the classroom as Annelie looks up at the demon with an unreadable expression on her face. Moments later, the demon is writhing on the ground in agony, horrendously screaming without her having moved. Blood drips through the crotch of their trousers.
Demon with a Deathwish: MAKE IT STOP! MY SKIN IS BURNING! I CAN'T...! BREa...the...! he...lp... me... pl...
Annelie: If you stopped writhing around like a disgusting piece of shit, you'd be able to breathe.
Corpse: ....
...? Are they dead? Did I just kill them?
Corpse: [No response; it's just a corpse.]
Annelie: ;;;;
Fuck. That demon was an asshole, but fuck.
Annelie: ...I'm just going to take them to the nurse's office. Uh... Lizzy?
Lizzy turns to look at her, terrified out of her wits.
Annelie: Can you, uh... take notes for me for this class?
Lizzy: O-O-Of course... Y-Yeah.
Annelie: Thanks... I'll buy you macarons from Madame Scream's.
Annelie makes her way out of the classroom again, hauling the body over her back while the other students stare at her in shock. Once out of earshot, she calls Lucifer.
Lucifer: What did you do?
Annelie: I-I haven't even said anything yet!
Lucifer: I could feel the waves of your magic from Diavolo's office. I'm not stupid enough to think you were lighting a candle.
Annelie: I, uh... I may or may not have just accidentally killed someone for harassing me.
Lucifer sighs through the D.D.D..
Lucifer: Well, I can't exactly lecture you since I probably would have killed them myself... Still, you're supposed to be the cooler-headed one in this relationship.
Annelie: ...sorry.
Lucifer: What's done is done. I'll help you take care of the body, and then I'll talk to Diavolo. Honestly, I'm sure the most you'll get is a slap on the wrist, given the fact that Diavolo has a zero-tolerance policy for harassment towards marginalized groups like succubi, but there's no harm in making sure.
Annelie: My dad always told me to find a guy who would help me bury a body.
Lucifer: (Quietly) Our.
Annelie: What?
Lucifer: Nothing. I assume you're carrying the corpse.
Annelie: Yeah; their crotch is bleeding all over.
Lucifer: Their what?
Annelie: Uh... tell you later. For now, just meet me in the nurse's office.
Lucifer: You're such a handful sometimes.
Lucifer chuckles to himself.
Lucifer: But good job nevertheless. I love you.
Annelie: Love you too. Bye-bye.
Lucifer: You're cute.
Annelie: Lucifer, I just killed a man. Well, something.
Annelie pauses, then looks at her D.D.D.
That little shit always get the last word in.
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Welcome To The World Of Tomorrow!
Lucifer: Annelie? You're...
Annelie: I'm okay. I'm okay, honey; you don't need to cry.
Annelie hugs Lucifer tighter, and Lucifer wipes at his eyes. Barbatos slumps over.
Barbatos: So it was... that way...
Barbatos' eyes flutter, and he falls unconscious.
Diavolo: What... just happened?
Annelie: ...I think I have an idea.
Lucifer: You... You do?
Annelie: Uh, so... remember how I accidentally took like most of your soul out of you.... y'know, back in that... place?
Lucifer's eyes widen.
Annelie: Yeah... I think I might've.... done that. With maybe some damage control since I took it from three people this time. Maybe a little disproportionately.
Diavolo and Lucifer glance over at Barbatos.
Diavolo: Well... I'm glad.
Diavolo smiles with relief.
Diavolo: Lucifer, take her back home and make sure she gets some rest. I'll take care of things here.
Lucifer: I want to hit him again.
Diavolo: Later. I've never seen you so upset before, and I think you need some time to recover from this. I'm saying this as your friend; I want you to take a few days off at the least. Annelie, don't you think so too?
Annelie sends a brief, malicious glare towards Barbatos.
Annelie: Yeah. Let's go home and split a nice bottle of demonus. We'll listen to your record of Danse Macabre.
Lucifer: ...okay. Anything you want, Annelie.
Lucifer kisses her forehead, her cheek, and then her lips as he hugs her, still squeezing one hand.
[ timeskip ]
Mammon: So, uh... Is nobody gonna ask what happened?
Mammon points at the scene in the living room, where Lucifer is laying on Annelie's lap, his face turned into her stomach. Annelie herself blinks at Mammon slowly, her disconcerting eyes making him shiver as she pets Lucifer's head.
Annelie: Shh, Mammon, stress is bad for the baby
Lucifer: Oh, shut up.
Annelie: I'm kidding; don't get snippy.
Beel: Omgroph guffs worph...
Belphie: Yeah, I agree with Beel. Seriously, I've never seen him act this clingy.
I will continue not to understand how these two comprehend each other.
Annelie covers Lucifer's ears.
Annelie: I kind of almost died in front of him again. So he's been really on edge lately... I can't imagine how traumatizing it was for one of his closest friends to try to kill me while he couldn't do anything.
Mammon: Hold the hell up, what?
Satan: Yeah, what?
Annelie: Just please don't talk about it in front of him; I want to give him some space from the whole shitshow. Fill in Levi and Asmo later when they come downstairs.
Satan: You can't just drop something like that on us and expect us not to ask questions.
Annelie: I wasn't---
Lucifer finally swats at Annelie's hands and sits up, revealing his haggard face.
Lucifer: Barbatos thought she would be better off dead, so he tried to kill her. Apparently, the future he saw with her in it was grim.
The brothers fall silent, and Annelie sighs.
Annelie: We'll take care of it as best we can, just like we always do. Diavolo texted me not too long ago that I nearly killed Barb trying to resurrect myself, so I feel like we're even.
Satan: I have more questions than I started with.
Lucifer: That makes two of us.
Lucifer rubs his face.
Lucifer: Among other things, Annelie clearly awakened some kind of power, which I suspect is a stronger variant of what she already has. Which is a problem, given that according to Barbatos, the vaccine is only effective towards treating surface level symptoms.
Annelie: He could have just been a little delulu, considering he admitted to being romantically attracted to me.
Lucifer: Annelie, you can't pretend to me that you haven't felt something change. Don't coddle me.
Annelie: ...hah... Sorry. I just... I don't want you to be at your wits end because you're worried about me. It's bad enough that you're afflicted with whatever succubus bullshit that makes your love for me border on blind devotion. I want you to worry about you first right now.
Lucifer: ...I will try. That is all I will promise.
Annelie: Fine. Good enough. And anyway, I haven't really felt much of a change. Except for a ridiculously strong desire to...
Annelie's face pinkens, and she whispers in Lucifer's ear.
Annelie: ...to see you tied-up, red-faced and begging me in the most obscene way possible for the slightest stimulation.
Lucifer's body shudders, and he clears his throat.
Lucifer: Of course, you didn't have breakfast this morning. I should fix that.
Lucifer takes Annelie by the hand and leads her upstairs while she grins. Satan groans, facepalming.
Satan: Please tell me I'm not the only one who hates it when he makes that euphemism.
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Now, Children, Fight Nicely
[ Trigger Warning - Intentional poisoning (mention)
Reader Discretion Advised. ]
Green, crystal-like shards of magic shatter into the air, and Lucifer, in full demon form, bolts inside Barbatos' room, his expression twisted into a snarl as his foot comes flying into Barbatos' face at full force. The impact slams Barbatos into the opposite wall, his hair sprinkled with rocky debris. Blood dribbles from his mouth.
Lucifer: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DOSE HER WITH?!
Barbatos: ...
Lucifer: DO YOU THINK I WON'T FUCKING KILL YOU, BARBATOS!? AFTER DOING THAT TO HER?!
Barbatos: I anticipated that, and quite frankly, I'd rather it was you who did it. It seems fitting.
Tears start to streak down Lucifer's face.
Lucifer: How dare you... How dare you welcome death?! If you really feel so horrible about poisoning the love of my life that you came prepared to die for it, how could you do it at all?!
Barbatos: There are... futures that I'd rather not see. For her suffering, for yours, and for my lord's. Futures where she kills Lord Diavolo. Futures where the Devildom perishes in a sea of turmoil. And... futures where she dies at your hands.
Lucifer grits his teeth angrily.
Lucifer: You're fucking stupid for a person that can see the strands of time! I don't care if it's one possibility out of five billion! Step in and change it, you son of a bitch!
Barbatos: I can't.
Lucifer: WHY NOT?!
Barbatos: Ever since I was infected, I haven't been able to use that ability well, and it's been getting worse. I'm... at the point where I can't do much of anything.
Lucifer's expression shifts through several shades of frustration, and he grips his hands in his hair and screams in anger and despair. Moments later, Diavolo arrives in his nightclothes, disheveled but alert.
Diavolo: ...Barbatos, I am quickly becoming incredibly upset with you, and you have about five seconds to explain to me why you never mentioned what I heard from the hallway.
Barbatos: I apologize, my lord; I intended to solve this quietly, but I'm afraid... some things were simply beyond me...
Lucifer: God! Dammit! You're just like her! You always keep everything to yourself and it costs you everything!
Hello, Mr. Pot?
Lucifer's hair falls from his fingertips alongside his distraught tears. He crumples to the ground, picking up Annelie's head and letting his quiet sobs wrack his body.
Lucifer: Oh, Annelie... I'm so sorry... I'm so, so, so... hic... sorry... I promised, but I failed to protect you again, and now you're like this... I'm sorry... Please... I'll save you, so... Please don't die... please don't die... not again.... please...
I... can smell his tears, but I can't wipe them away... I hate this. He doesn't deserve this. Why am I always so...
Diavolo: Lucifer, stop blaming yourself. This isn't your fault. We'll find a solution... okay?
Diavolo looks like he's on the edge of tears himself as he squeezes his friend's shoulder.
That's an empty condolence and he knows it. Barbatos is too smart. I hate this.
Lucifer: ...is it going to be enough? What if she...?
I... hate this. I curse it. Future be damned; I curse it. This powerless self... I curse it and curse it with everything I have.
A black mist wisps around Annelie's body, sinking into her skin, and Barbatos, Diavolo and Lucifer all collectively wince. Diavolo sinks to one knee, gritting his teeth. Annelie's fingers twitch, and Lucifer latches onto them desperately, watching her face.
Her black eyes open to reveal that her irises have turned a radioactive shade of hot pink, punctuated by serpentine pupils. Almost immediately, she grabs hold of Lucifer and hugs him tightly.
Annelie: I'm fine... I'm fine.
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I am so so sorry, but could you please tag drug tw or just drug in that last "top ten anime betryals" post, please?
Of course; thank you for letting me know. That's not a TW I usually think about, so I appreciate someone speaking up about it. ^^
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Top Ten Anime Betrayals I Guess
[ Trigger Warning -
Intentional Poisoning via food/drink.
Reader Discretion Advised. ]
Lucifer: Mmm... Where are you going?
Annelie flinches as Lucifer rolls over in bed to catch her with half her body out of bed.
Annelie: ...water?
Lucifer: You're not a good liar, Annelie. Why are you being so sneaky?
Annelie: Well... it's just, I think you'll follow me if you know where I'm going, so...
Lucifer: Is there a reason I can't follow you?
Lucifer is wide-awake now, sitting up and rubbing his face.
Annelie: Because Barbatos said---
Lucifer: Barbatos?
Lucifer swings his legs out of bed to sit next to Annelie.
Lucifer: Why would he tell you to go anywhere without me? Annelie, that's not a good sign. He knows you get anxious when I'm not somewhere I can readily get to you.
Annelie: ...you're right, but... I don't know, I just thought he had a good reason. Like maybe he'd say something private about you or he'd confide in me about Diavolo...
Lucifer: Look. I know you're not on his hitlist anymore, but that doesn't mean you can let your guard down. He's a man, Annelie, and he's a very closed-off man at that. I don't care whether he wants to hit on you or tell you his darkest secret. You're not going by yourself. End of discussion.
If you were anyone else...
Annelie lets out a defeated sigh, smiling a little to herself.
Annelie: Okay, fine. But you stay concealed and quiet. Only pop your head out if I call for you.
Lucifer: Fine. I don't like it, but fine.
[ timeskip ]
Annelie walks into the darkened halls of the castle with ease, searching for Barbatos. She passes Diavolo's room, and she chuckles a little as she sees the prince sleeping soundly. Eventually, she catches the sight of Barbatos carrying a lit candelabra, making his face look gaunt.
Barbatos: There you are.
Barbatos smiles softly.
Barbatos: Follow me; I'd prefer to speak over tea.
Annelie: Yeah, sure...
Annelie starts walking behind the butler.
Annelie: Can you give me a hint about what you want to talk about with me exactly? You have to know that you're making me pretty anxious right now. You don't have a very good track record.
Barbatos: Haha. No, I don't.
Annelie: ...
Barbatos: ...
Annelie: ........
Barbatos: ...........
Annelie: Barb? Isn't this your room? You're really scaring me now.
Barbatos: I apologize for my reticence. I did not desire to make you anxious, although what I have to tell you may be anxiety-inducing.
Barbatos pours a cup of tea for Annelie and himself, and the sweet aroma of chamomile reaches Annelie's nose. He gestures for her to sit, taking a sip of tea.
Annelie: ...okay...?
Barbatos: It has become clear to me that you are widely loved by everyone in your circle. Unfortunately, that love is of the romantic variety which cannot be satiated when you have become so tightly bonded to Lucifer.
Annelie: Is... Is this a lecture?
Barbatos: No, not at all. It's... more of a personal musing, I'm afraid. Rather, it is a lament on my part. I have come to realize that I am just as fond of you as the young master or the other members of the student council.
Annelie: I guess... yeah, that's pretty surprising.
Annelie takes a sip of her tea.
Annelie: But... why did you need to call me all the way to the castle for that?
Hm? Do I... hear Lucifer shouting?
Barbatos: That has to do with the other thing I needed to inform you of.
Although there was no change in Barbatos' expression, a tear slipped free of one eye.
Huh? Why does he... look... blurry...?
Barbatos: Annelie, your curse has spread and permanently taken root. Solomon's vaccine is effective only at treating surface-level symptoms. Of the sparing records I was able to find on Queen Succubi... we are in a critical state.
Annelie collapses to the floor, and Barbatos catches her, laying her down gently.
Barbatos: ...so... for the sake of the prince's life, I can't let you live.
I am sorry, Annelie.... truly.
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"Oops."
This is just the kind of scenario that pops up in my head a lot.
The walls in the House of Lamentation have ears. (Suggestive)
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“MC, my room. Now,” Lucifer snapped when he saw the mess you and Mammon had made. As usual, Mammon was getting himself in trouble with a so-called good idea and you were roped into it. This time, it had been adopting a feral demon.
Mammon, of course, had wanted to become a selective breeder after he heard about what purebred dogs are worth. Though now he gave up on that because he was a little too attached to the pair of Harumons he’d just adopted.
In any case, the living room was an absolute disaster area, and Lucifer was very clearly pissed.
“I-It was me! Why're you taking MC??” Mammon cried after Lucifer, and he turned a glare back at his little brother.
“I’ll deal with you later.”
And he left Mammon in silence, dragging MC by the collar.
Guilty and feeling scared for the resident human, he followed and debated outside Lucifer’s door whether or not he should knock it down and rescue her.
“L-Listen, Lucifer we can talk about th—Ah!” Mammon flinched at the high-pitched cry against the door accompanying a loud thud.
“MC…” Lucifer’s lowered voice rasped. “I think I already warned you there would be consequences for doing something stupid like this.”
“You’re not my dad!”
“No,” Lucifer replied, and a whimper resounded through the wood, making Mammon shiver. Should he risk it and jump in? Should he? “But you serve me, now don’t you MC?”
“Well…y-yes…”
“And since you so willingly went along with whatever that idiot’s harebrained scheme was this time, you’re going to make me feel better.”
“M-My knees are still sore… sir.” Mammon was half tempted to break in there, a little enraged at the thought of whatever physical punishment he’d given to her. Didn't he know that human was fragile!? And how could he do that when she was so cute anyway!?
“Then rest assured that I’ll make something else sore today.”
“W-Wait, Lu-Lucifer,” she gasped before she let out a surprised cry, and Mammon felt his ears turn hot as the sound of a kiss and something else reached his ears.
“No waiting,” Lucifer growled, breathless as she panted. “I’ve been waiting.”
“Ah! N-Not there!” she cried out, still heaving for breath, and Mammon flinched as he heard a thump against the door.
“Why not? You’re shaking your hips like you’re enjoying it. Dirty girl.”
Fuckin’ hell, Mammon thought. He’s doin' it that way…. Come to think of it, I think Levi was complaining about that earlier... I really should lea--
“Ahn?! Lucifer, why did you lick me!?”
Mammon's ears turned pink at the sound that came out of her mouth, and he found himself desperately wishing that he was in Lucifer's place.
“Would you have preferred I childishly bit you like I wanted to?" Lucifer chuckled to himself. "But you want me to lick somewhere else, don’t you? If you want that, then you’re going to beg for it… and I’ll make you scream so loud that the entire house will know.”
“A-Aren’t you afraid they’ll get scared…?”
“They know I’m here, and they know damn well I’d never let anything happen to you. They’ll know exactly why you’re screaming. I promise.”
Mammon covered his reddened face with a groan. That asshole knew I was gonna follow to make sure she was okay, didn' he? Fuck. I'm not sleepin' tonight...
As a bonus, when the other brothers found out that Mammon was the reason that Lucifer was making MC scream louder than usual, they casually bullied him the next day. Lucifer was satisfied.
MC later made them make up and screwed them both ruthlessly.
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Weird shower thought fantasy / crossover idea / headcanon
Partially in honor of the WHB devs finally releasing Lucifer (Selfie)
What In Hell Is Bad and Obey Me! actually take place in the same world, but WHB takes place before Obey Me, in the bad old days.
And God was upset that the kings had it so rough and reflected on himself a little. "Damn, I feel guilty about how those beautiful creations of mine died due to my negligence."
And so he decided they should be one big happy family.
He scoured Hell for what remained of the demon kings after a massive war that damn near destroyed both Heaven and Hell and gave their essence to his new creations. So, basically, he reincarnated them.
The birth/creation order was mostly determined by whose essence he was able to find first. Of course, that essence was mostly their sins that they left behind, so when they all fell from Heaven, they essentially resumed their duties as the seven kings.
And, purely because WHB Satan was (obviously) practically obliterated, God said "A'ight Luci's got a festering angie monster inside of him, so I'll just put what consciousness I could find from WHB Satan in there so it'll be kinda reasonable when he has to let it all out. Thank me later, son :P" <- the reason Luci became a single mother father.
Luci: Thanks a lot, God. First the virgin Mary and now this??
Funnily enough what God found was mostly WHB Satan's sweet side, which is the reason that OM Satan resembles (and likes) cats. The only one who didn't inherit the sin from his predecessor got it anyway because of his dad. Go figure.
The countries (Abyssos, Tartaros, Gehenna, etc.) no longer existed after the war, and Diavolo's lineage, which was probably descendent of one or more of the WHB's kings' vassals, was the one trying to pick up the pieces. The war continued because many of the angels were still complete dicks, but Diavolo's family eventually eradicated what had survived from The Big War™.
Excluding Gabriel, because Gabriel is a prick.
Which may or may not have been a factor in Lucifer falling from Heaven because he killed Gabriel on his way down. You know, because Gabriel was probably Lilith's executioner, given his history.
Then Diavolo, to signal the fresh start, said "We're not calling it Hell and Heaven anymore, now it's "The Devildom" and "The Celestial Realm." Less stigma. Very good."
And our dear Solomon? Well, you know how he is... I think there's definitely some things he hasn't told you...
Like how he was technically dead for a hot minute because of some magical mishap, which translated into a few thousand years in hell because of the way time flows there. His experiment gone wrong is also the reason why his appearance changed so drastically.
You'll ask him one day, "Hey, did you have purple hair in the past?" and he'll just start sweating profusely because he's very embarrassed about how often he did some *ahem* interesting things with the former demon kings. Asmo is the only one who still has that feeling from his past life :)
And, as far as how time flows and MC frequently traveling between the human world and hell in OM!, the travel is actually magically controlled by Barbatos, our resident overpowered god, who was annoyed by the time dilation/contraction and wanted to just visit his favorite tea shops in the human world whenever he wanted without f*cking around.
I mean, all of the demon kings knew how to go back and forth, but they had to do overly complicated shit to do it, so Barbie just said "sharing is caring" and perfected the magic by the OM! time period.
Of course there's an implication here that all events in Heaven/Hell are technically happening simultaneously from a human world perspective. Which isn't trippy at all.
And yes, OM! Barbatos and WHB Barbatos know each other. Because OM! Barbatos is (obviously) from a parallel dimension and took WHB Barbatos' name since he enjoyed the rose gardens WHB Barbie tended to. It's out of respect since he faithfully died for Leviathan in the bad old days.
Flawless joining of the worlds without a hint of plotholes (sarcasm).
(This is so random, but I hope y'all enjoyed my fever dream.)
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It's just something about...
The blatant sexual tension between two people that are obviously doing some "very interesting things" by themselves behind closed doors
The way one lead is snuck up on, getting a quiet hug with a face buried in their shoulder
The way two leads disappear together for 30 minutes, and the third love interest gets washed with jealousy while the supporting characters cheer with glee saying "finally!"
The suggestive way someone looks at their partner knowing all the marks they left behind are still there, just underneath that clothing. Evidence of what happened earlier, as if to verify it wasn't a dream
The hairpin trigger of libido, where just the slightest thing sets off one partner into a haze, forcing them to excuse themselves before they do something stupid
The intrusive, borderline primal thoughts that pop into someone's head when they see their partner act cute, act strong, or get hit on
Tropes that happen everywhere, and yet I devour them every time.
...Given that Lucifer is (arguably) stereotypical for a male lead, I'm starting to realize why I simp and sin for him so hard.
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NSFW | Minors DNI
Rules
You can tell I've been playing far too much WHB.
Wordcount: 1011
Please Note: This piece contains the following -
- Dubious consent [Dubcon] (see below item)
- Lucifer being all "I'm head of this damn house and so help me Diavolo if I have to tell you one more fucking time---"
- FL being masochistic
- FL being a perverted simp for a sexually frustrated Lucifer.
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“This is obscene, even from you.”
“...sorry,” I mumbled, my ears feeling hot as Lucifer turned off my D.D.D. What did he want from me?!
“I don’t think you are,” Lucifer replied, stepping closer to me, and I flinched a little as he grabbed me by the chin and made me look him in the eye. “What were you going to do after you were done playing with that, hm? Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
"Why are you trying to control what I do in my free time?!" I tried to yell, although it came out softer and more timid than intended. "Is it so much to ask that I can look at erotic artwork in peace?"
"I already told you this isn't allowed during the day," Lucifer growled. "I even made sure to remind you several times because I have the misfortune of knowing how many times you masturbate per week." Fuck, what? Why? How? I live on the first floor???
Lucifer took that particular moment to whisper in my ear, while I was still in the throes of what his irritated tone was already doing to me. "But you didn't listen to me, did you? You thought you should test my patience today, didn't you?"
I know I tried to hit him back with something about his micropenis, but I was both too terrified and too aroused to form a coherent and punchy insult to his pride. In the end, all I think I formed was a "sothatswhatuhhahcompensatuhhhhhmmmm" in some kind of warped whine.
"Get up. Now."
"L-Lucifer?" I whispered, almost subconsciously getting out of my chair to face him. My brain, skewed in two directions at once, was sending me mixed signals of running and staying.
"Take it off," he growled, and I let out a startled yelp as his hand smacked into my thigh. "All of it."
"M-My clothes?" I asked stupidly, and Lucifer folded his arms impatiently in affirmation, his garnet eyes fixed keenly on me. And, shaking, I started to fumble at my clothes, my fear bleeding more and more into arousal. He's turned on, isn't he? He's irritated and he's turned on, isn't he?
And there I stood in front of him, naked, shaking, and squeezing my legs together in an effort to hide the mess sticking between them.
"Get on your bed, and spread your legs," Lucifer murmured, more softly now but no less sternly, and a strange, strangled noise came out of my throat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm too turned on for this shit right now. Fuck.
And then I was watching Lucifer stalk towards me while I laid on my bed, my legs shyly parted as he'd commanded. He laid his gloved fingers lightly on my knees, and I gasped as he spread my legs wider, until I was fully exposed and defenseless to his prying eyes.
"Fucking dirty girl," he growled before he harshly bit the inside of my thigh, then almost apologetically kissed the spot. "You want it that badly?" He ran his fingers up my leg, brushing just barely against the place I most wanted him to touch, before he stroked my lower belly, as if he were trying to tell how much I could take. The thought alone almost sent me writhing. "You want someone's cock in you that bad?"
I turned my face away, feeling my ears flaming hot in tandem with my cheeks, and rather than force me to face him again, Lucifer grabbed hold of my waist and flipped me onto my stomach, his hands jerking my legs off the bed. It was so sudden and so sharp that I laid there stunned for several seconds.
SLAP!!!
"AHH!?" I cried out. Lucifer just spanked me. He spanked me hard. Was this supposed to be a punishment?
"Bad girl," Lucifer's voice growled from above me, sending a chill down my spine. Slap! "Bad girl." SLAP! Slap! "Bad girl."
At some point, I'd started crying and squirming, electricity bouncing through my uterus with every brutal smack. The thought that his handprint was probably visible on my thighs or my ass was just the icing on the cake. Between my legs, the evidence of my perversion dribbled down, making even more of a mess of myself.
Lucifer buried his hand into the roots of my hair, shoving my face into the bed as he pressed into me, his mouth inches from my ear. If I hadn't figured it out before, his clothed cock was very much hard and digging into my stinging skin. Twitching and desperate.
"You want this, don't you?" he whispered, and I felt goosebumps ripple up and down my body as he actively humped me, his free hand grazing down my side to grip my hip, his fingertips pleasurably digging into the joint of my leg. "Beg for it. Beg for it, and maybe I'll shut you up and put it in your needy fucking mouth."
Fuck. I thought. Why the hell do you know how to do this to me? Do you listen outside my room in the middle of the night?
(Yes, he does, and it makes him very annoyed because you never ask him to fulfill your lewd-ass fantasies about him.)
"P-Please...." I whispered as Lucifer brought my head out of the covers, and I could feel Lucifer smirking against my neck as he kissed it. He was savoring every damn second of this.
"Please what?"
"Please.... f-fuck me." I let out a breathy sigh as he squeezed my hip.
"Louder."
"Fuck me, goddammit, Lucifer!" I rasped, and he chuckled evilly into my shoulder.
"No. You're going to be patient for me. You're not getting what you want when you want it. You'll get what you want when I want it. I'm not waiting any more. You wanted to fuck yourself in the middle of the day? Fine, I'll let you have it until I'm finished with you. And you'd better believe I won't be done punishing you for a long while."
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Random (sad) headcanon:
So I just thought about *that* event where MC all-but-died because of a certain sloth. Then I thought about Lucifer (or any of the brothers really) being F!MC's boyfriend. (Yes, the female distinction is relevant and not in a good way. )
Imagine:
There he stands, confronted with the sickening sight of your blood covering the floor, clogging up his nose with the rancid, metallic smell. He's paralyzed, unable to move from his spot as he watches the life leave your body.
Except of course you survive the ordeal and live to become his SO.
But.....
unfortunately for him, periods are a thing.
So every time you get your period for the next year, he gets one whiff of blood and he finds himself reliving the entire experience because he remembers the specific smell of your blood.
Diavolo forbid you're half-undressed and horny as hell, but your uterus decides to shed while he's trying to go down on you. Next thing you know, he'll start crying (or pretending not to cry) because his strong sense of smell decided to fuck him over by making his PTSD flashbacks easily retrievable and more vivid than ever.
He'll calm down of course, because you're right there, but he'll stick to you like a computer magnet for the entire time you have your period.
He'll cuddle you constantly, showering you with I-love-you's and you-mean-so-much-to-me's, literally doing anything and everything for you. It will get to the point that you'll ask him for cake to satisfy your cravings, and you will be either heaped onto his back, or he will constantly hold your hand the entire time he makes the cake. (Unless you do the smart thing and remind him that he has six brothers who could do it for him)
In Lucifer's case in particular, I feel like he'd be so paranoid that he'd create a makeshift sling so he could securely carry you everywhere and still have his hands free to fight if necessary.
And that was how MC came to ask Solomon to teach her a spell that would make her blood odorless.
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I wasn't expecting to like WHB's Lucifer, but now I'm calling him a soft cuddly baby and waiting for the devs to release a card just so I can give him headpats. Send help.
Context: His backstory from the latest event. I don't know how both OM! Luci and WHB Luci are hitting so hard > ~ <
If WHB Lucifer's VA somehow manages to hit the same spots as Yamashita-san, there will be at least one full crossover lol.
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Reblogging for my own devilish purposes.
The symbolism of flowers
Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.
Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!
Amaryllis: Pride
Black-eyed Susan: Justice
Bluebell: Humility
Calla Lily: Beauty
Pink Camellia: Longing
Carnations: Female love
Yellow Carnation: Rejection
Clematis: Mental beauty
Columbine: Foolishness
Cyclamen: Resignation
Daffodil: Unrivalled love
Daisy: Innocence, loyalty
Forget-me-not: True love
Gardenia: Secret love
Geranium: Folly, stupidity
Gladiolus: Integrity, strength
Hibiscus: Delicate beauty
Honeysuckle: Bonds of love
Blue Hyacinth: Constancy
Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless
Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom
White Jasmine: Amiability
Lavender: Distrust
Lilac: Joy of youth
White Lily: Purity
Orange Lily: Hatred
Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride
Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility
Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth
Magnolia: Nobility
Marigold: Grief, jealousy
Morning Glory: Affection
Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest
Pansy: Thoughtfulness
Peony: Bashfulness, shame
Poppy: Consolation
Red Rose: Love
Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity
Snapdragon: Deception, grace
Sunflower: Adoration
Sweet Willian: Gallantry
Red Tulip: Passion
Violet: Watchfulness, modesty
Yarrow: Everlasting love
Zinnia: Absent, affection
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Why limit ourselves to just one being the Daddy Dom when we can have two switches who are fighting to be the Daddy Dom (Clown)
Meanwhile, MC to Lucifer:
MC's the actual Daddy Dom of the series.
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I read your latest story about lucifer and whenever I have that type of thoughts I will read it. I'm a minor and the fact that you gave us the opportunity to read it made me very happy. I don't even know why I have these thoughts since I have a pretty good relationship with my family and friends, maybe it's the memories of middle school and how my classmates treated me, if I think about what a certain boy did to me practically every day it makes me want to cry and puke. sorry if I wrote something wrong but English isn't my first language and thank you<3
First - Your English is absolutely fine; you write better than some people who learned English first and don't have dyslexia or similar disabilities. Thank you for writing to me at all.
Second - Thank you for taking care of yourself thus far, and I hope you will continue to do so. If my little story was able to help you, then that is more than I could ask for.
Third - F*ck those kids. I know they're underdeveloped morons that can't grasp the concept of long-term consequences, but seriously, I would love to have a long and thorough talk.
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I Am and Always Will Be
(Coping) Lucifer x GN!MC
[ Story Premise - Lucifer gets upset because you don't value yourself. ]
TW: SELF-HARM, SUICIDAL IDEATION
Note: The reason I have not marked this as mature is because everyone, including those who are underage, should know that they should seek help. If tumblr decides to give me a slap on the wrist for this, then so be it.
Wordcount: 1652
You don’t really remember how it first started.
A heartbreaking comment from a cherished friend, and suddenly you’re in the nearest bathroom with your hands on the sink. You look at yourself in the mirror, and all you can think is that there is something less than human staring back at you. Something cruel and hideous and malformed. You hate it. You hate it. You hate it so much that it makes your skin crawl. It makes your eyes water and your teeth clench.
You can’t escape it. You can’t run away. You can’t even scream, because what would be the point? You’d only attract attention to yourself in the most awkward place possible, where at least one person was trying to take a shit in peace. You can’t stand yourself. My personality is the problem. Every single time I try to make things work, it just turns to nothing. I overreact, and then it all falls apart. I’m so sick of myself.
You’re sick of it.
And that’s when you finally turn to it. To the only thing that stopped you from feeling like this, even temporarily. A blade, one that had broken free of your cheap shaving razor after you threw it one too many times. I want to see this horrid blood spill. I want it. I need it.
You drew a thin line. A thicker line. A deep line.
Your skin, already scarred in some places, was quickly smearing with blood. Drenched. The toilet flushes, and in hindsight, you vaguely realize that doing this in a public bathroom was a dreadful idea, and you leave, adrenaline pounding through your veins—
No one can know. No one should know. I don’t want them to know.
—Despite the fact that your blood is leaving a trail behind you, leaving you weaker and weaker with every step. It’s practically gushing from your wounds, and you start to sniffle. It doesn’t really hurt; no, the rush is still too strong. But for some reason, you can’t stop yourself from crying.
“Hey, someone spilled their Koolaid Ja… Holy SHIT!?” the person, likely from the bathroom screamed, and they fumbled at their phone as you ran further, further, further. “Why are you running away?! You’re bleeding!” Maybe I want to be bleeding, you have the time to think before a sudden bout of dizziness floods your brain. You collapse. You fall.
And fall.
<><><>
Surprisingly, you wake up. Funny; you wished you didn’t. Was this it? Was this your first (or was it second?) commitment to the hospital?
“Lucifer, they’re awake,” came a soft man’s voice, and no sooner had it come than was a man by your side. One with jet-black hair and tragically garnet eyes.
“MC,” he whispers, his hand caressing your cheek with shuddering fingers, and you find yourself realizing that was a dream. Or, rather, the reliving of how you came to live in the Devildom. You’ve been living here for months now, with Lucifer and his brothers in the House of Lamentation. You’ve been… enjoying living here. How could I wish that I wasn’t alive here?
“We took away their dagger,” Barbatos said gently as Lucifer shook, holding onto you. “They are okay.”
“MC, why did you do something like that?” Lucifer whispered, leaning his head into the pillow, right next to your head. His voice agonizingly shuddering, and your body wracks itself with guilt. “MC, MC, MC…” I should have finished the job so he wouldn’t have to feel like this.
“...I thought I hurt you,” you mumble. You expect him to yell, but the voice that comes from his mouth is soft and excruciatingly slow as he struggles not to sob.
“And you thought this would hurt me less?”
“Over time… yeah.”
“MC…” he whispers, and he sharply sniffles. It hurts to hear—the avatar of pride, breaking down and starting to cry because of you. Because of what you did. I should have eaten the rat poison. “How could you think that leaving a hole in my heart would hurt me less over time? What have I done to make you think that you’re not important to me? I haven’t been able to think for the past three days.”
“...I’m sorry.” You look away from his shoulder, shortly finding that Barbatos has quietly left so that you’re permitted privacy. “I just… I don’t know…” Your eyes prickle. “I-I just… I hate myself so much for what I put you through, and I… I can’t take it anymore.”
“And you think the best way to put me out of my misery is to rip out half my soul?” Lucifer gasps, and his tears hit your cheek as he finally brings his face up from the pillow to look at you. To show you the tears streaking down his pale, beautiful face. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? I already knew that you hurt yourself in the past, so why did you have to do it again, after all this time? What did I do to make you feel like that?”
“It’s not you…”
“It must be!” Lucifer retorts hoarsely, his hot tears splashing your forehead. “You’re supposed to be my partner, and I’m supposed to protect you! I couldn’t do that, so tell me why you couldn’t trust me! Please!”
“I…” Your voice is breaking up. From one hellish scene to another, you’re not sure how much your heart can take. “I’m sorry. I-I thought… I thought…you would hate me.” The mere thought sends your lacrimal glands into a frenzy as you realize he might hate you now. “I-I couldn’t bear to… lose someone else… so I…”
“Shhhh,” Lucifer hushes with anxious shudders, and he hugs you so tightly you wonder if he might be trying to break your ribcage. You can feel his ragged breathing, his racing pulse. You almost break into an incomprehensible mess right then and there, unable to speak a single word. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he murmurs, rocking you with him as you sniffle and try your damndest to get ahold of yourself. “I will always love you.”
“What if I kill one of your brothers?”
“You would never do that,” Lucifer murmurs, trying his hardest not to let his voice tremble.
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do. I know you, MC.”
“No, you don’t. There are parts of me you’ll never know. There are parts of me you shouldn’t know.”
“I want to know.”
You shake your head.
“You can’t just keep hiding everything. I hate it when you do. Don’t you think I’m strong enough of a person to talk to you when you want to kill yourself?”
“You don’t know what it’s like,” you whisper.
“That’s irrelevant,” he says, recovering some of his usual sternness as he sniffles. “I don’t need to know how exactly it feels. I just need to know that you’re in pain. I just need to know if there’s anything I can do, anything I can’t do. Please, MC, I can’t just watch. That’s the only thing I’m not strong enough to do. Just indulge my selfishness and just… just lean on me. I don’t care if I have to take the entire burden myself.”
“You’re already carrying too much…”
“Me?!” Lucifer growled as he pulled away from you. “I’m not the one in agony! It’s true that I’m stressed, and I usually have a lot on my plate. But it stresses me infinitely more that my own lover won’t tell me about their problems! How hard do I have to drill it into your head that you come first?!”
“...sorry.”
Lucifer sighs deeply and heavily before he leans his head against yours, his fingers nestling into your hair, massaging your scalp.
“Please… don’t ever do that again,” he murmurs. “If you’re scared of losing me, then don’t eliminate any possibility of ever seeing me again. I don’t know where you’ll go when you die, but it won’t be here.”
“I get it, and I’m sorry,” you mumble.
“Do you get it?”
“I get that you’re mad at me…”
“Did you listen to a damn word I said?!” Lucifer snaps, his voice breaking again, and you flinch in his arms before he squeezes you again. “I’m not angry with you. I’m upset and scared. Do you have any idea what it feels like to not be able to protect someone that matters to you? That the person you love doesn’t even think they’re worth protecting? That I can’t help you through the monstrosities that plague your mind?
You can’t find it in yourself to answer. It’s painful to try.
“I’m begging you, MC…promise me. Promise me you’ll help me help you. I could live knowing that you are happy even if it’s in the human world. All I want is for you to live a full, happy life. I know you, and I know that you deserve that.”
“Do I? I’ve done so many things…”
“I let my own sister die,” Lucifer replies somberly. “I brought Satan into the world, confused and angry. I didn’t know that the only reason Asmo thought I kept him around was because of his beauty. I let Levi feel inferior. I locked away Belphie when we could have just talked… there are so many things I’ve done wrong, before and after falling from Heaven, and I hated myself for it. But I was the only one who kept hating myself after Belphie forgave me, after Satan accepted me. Anger is brief, MC. I, and everyone else, care about you so much more than all of the bad things that might make up your mistakes in life. I am, and always will, feel that way. I am, and always will, be there for you. Even on the occasions where I am not physically there, I am still there for you.”
“Always?”
“Always. So promise me… okay?”
From the author:
As fans of my work may have guessed, I have been on both sides of this conversation many times. Talking about it was the best thing I, and people I knew, ever did. And, believe it or not, Lucifer has genuinely comforted me in both scenarios. I hope to have imparted some of that onto the audience regardless of whether or not they are struggling with depression, self-harm, or suicidal urges. The storm may rage, but I believe that we can be stronger than it if we stop trying to weather it alone.
Thank you for reading my two cents, and I hope that both I and you can spread life and love rather than hatred and death.
Obligatory Suicide Hotline Information
(Seriously, PLEASE CALL THESE IF YOU'RE STRUGGLING)
U.S. 988
Canada 833-456-4566
Australia 13114
U.K. 0800-689-5652
For other countries and counseling services that may be available in your country -> OpenCounseling
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NSFW | Minors DNI
Smut Policy
Lucifer doesn't know that I've started WHB. Yet.
Wordcount: 432
“Oh my God,” I mumble as I stroke Mammon’s chest in the world of What in Hell is Bad, his delightful gasps reaching my ears so pleasantly. I twitch a little, biting my lip. He was so cute when he came, white dripping off his horn. I was so damn lucky I'd pulled Mammon (Bath) by some miracle.
And then of course, as I'm itching to touch myself, Lucifer picks that particular moment to indulge in his typical habit of not knocking before coming into my room, shortly startling me badly---
"That doesn't look like working."
Then I'm choking on my words, getting all flustered and wondering how the hell long Lucifer has been there, watching me engage in this downright lewd game.
"Er, uh, it's funny!" is the absolute smartest thing I can come up with. I mean, it's true; it's at least the initial reason I didn't uninstall the game.
"Funny, hm?" Lucifer drawls, and without missing a beat, his fingers snatch my phone from my hands, and no sooner does he have it than do I hear Satan's soft panting and excited grunts. I can feel my face turning redder by the second because I'm getting into it despite myself, and I squeeze my thighs together as I make eye contact with Lucifer, even as I hear Satan orgasm.
"Lucifer," I practically gasp out, because judging by the possessive look in his eyes, I'm not getting off easy for this one.
"I don't think it's that funny," he finally says, unnervingly calmly as he sets my phone down. "I think I already warned you once about your smut collection, sweetie." Oh no. He only calls me that when he edges the living hell out of me.
I bite my lip at him as he folds his arms at me. I already know this is going to end with me being a crumpled mess on his bed, drooling and crying and begging.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" he growls, and a shudder dribbles down my spine. I just can't resist from pushing him further, so I uncross my legs, full-well knowing that the smell of my arousal is already driving him batshit insane.
"I haven't seen you lately, so... I thought it'd be okay."
Of course, that was a (mostly) a lie, and Lucifer knew damn well it was a lie.
"My room. Now."
are the words he growls against the shell of my ear, and I yelp and giggle as Lucifer takes me by the hand and drags me after him to assert his dominance over a digital entity.
#the problem is#i now want a sandwich#obey me lucifer#fanfiction#obey me shall we date#shameless self indulgence#obey me lucifer smut#lucifer brainrot#lucifer simp#obey me!#lucifer smut#what in hell is bad#whb
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