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Hi! (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) Heheh maybe this story won't end with 20 chapts... The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math?

This chap has a cliffhanger but I actually have the next part ready so is safe to wait until next monday!

Get out of my way! 🌈

And that’s how you’ve been using the Newspaper club for your own benefit. The routine was pretty simple but exhausting, every day you woke up as early as possible to search for any information that could be used against the Little D.’s. Sometimes you would find something, you would follow the clue until a dead end was met. Those days weren’t completely useless, at least you had learned a few tricks. Books, old scrolls and even antique boards surrounded you day and night. You were completely absorbed and stupidly oblivious to the passage of time and curious eyes.

To begin with, it was difficult to differentiate mornings, afternoons and nights, but now? All days were blurred into something unspecific, your days divided into useful information and effective weapons or useless information and the ever present possibility of a tragic ending.

The Little D.’s annoyed you all the time, their voices always trying to rile you up. Always trying to seduce you to succumb to lust and sloth and ultimately losing the battle. However, the constant chatter and loud work at the club was your shield, so strong and efficient that you had been reduced to a human hermit who barely speaks and lives on caffeine and Beelzebub’s snacks.

“Mc, are you listening?” Mephistopheles repeated for the third time. “Yes. I heard you loud and clear. Would you please be kind enough to stop yelling in my ear?” You heard distant laughter. The demons had grown fond of your presence and the idle bickering between you and the former president of the club. “I would if you would consider listening to me!”

“Well, today’s your lucky day! What can I do for you?” Immediately after you finished talking, an elegantly decorated yet formal folder landed on your already messy desk. “What is this?”

Mephistopheles cleared his throat. He inspected his cane with rehearsed interest as he spoke. “We need to talk. A serious talk about… the mess you had brought upon this club and how you’re going to fix it.” You were silent for a few minutes, a foolish “Eh?” was your only response.

“Follow me please.” Upon entering Mephisto’s office and leaving the publicity of the previous room you felt more at ease to talk. The demon took the large black curtain that covers a gigantic window that overlooks the RAD patio and removed it with a theatrical movement. “Look!”

Nothing. You couldn’t see a single thing, but that wasn’t rare in the Devildom where the sun never comes out. “Yes, the sky is as black as ever, beautiful. So?” You questioned. Mephisto’s eyes widened purposefully, his head bowed to the side, urging you to take a closer look. You narrowed your eyes, walking closer too, slowly noticing that what you previously thought was the sky was far from being it.

Those were… feathers. A little eye opened, followed by another, and then dozens. Crows. All pushing each other uncomfortably together and pressing themselves to the window. “What the actual hell?” You looked at Mephisto in horror. “Why?”

He crossed his arms, looking the scene as if he were already used to it. “You know whose familiars are these, don’t you?”

“I know but why would he do this?” You couldn’t stop looking at the poor horde. “He’s not doing it on purpose, at least that’s what I think. They are simply reacting to Mammon’s emotions. It’s very disturbing if you ask me.”

Mephisto had seen Mammon’s downfall. First, he acted surprisingly mature, showing control and calm. But the more days passed, the more absorbed you became in who knows what, the more you distanced yourself from them, the less the demon was able to keep it together. Constantly seeking you and more often than not facing a refusal, even Mephisto felt bad for the avatar of greed.

He sat in a little sofa and you sat in front of him, still unable to tear your eyes away from the window. That was until you noticed something was remarkably different from all the furniture in the room. The seat you had taken were pink with floral embroidery. “I didn’t remember your office to be this… romantic?” Mephisto was serving a cup of tea, and even though you had a coffee just some minutes ago, you didn’t complain. It must be something nobles do, the need to drink tea while discussing important things. “You see, Mc, this furniture was a gift from Asmodeus. He told me that you would get sick if everything was plain and gray.”

You surveyed the room, quickly noticing that Mephisto’s office had been taken over by pastel colors, from the huge pink wooden clock to the very striking orange coat rack. Your eyes fell on the set of expensive porcelain. “This tea and cake are from Barbatos. The new tiny fridge outside is from Beelzebub, although you only eat the energy bars, everyone else here is happy to help you with the rest.” You looked around, tons of cushions were piled up in different places. “Belphegor.” Mephisto answered with a sigh that you were sure was full of resignation. “Except the cat shaped ones, those are Satan’s.”

You were confused, but Mephistopheles continued, ignoring the growing frown on your forehead. “All of the members of our club are pretty happy, comfortable and well fed thanks to you.”

“I haven’t done anything special. I’m just here.” You said. “That’s enough for the brothers.” Mephisto handed you a cup of tea, he was happy, too much for your liking. “Lucifer gave us twice the budget from last month too.”

“Why? He used to complain about this club quite often.” The smell of the beverage in your hands reached your nose, it was your favorite. You looked at it as if it could explain things better than the demon who exuded smugness. “He gave us the paper you’ve been asking for, even if it’s more expensive, now the newspaper looks better.”

“I haven’t asked for any particular type of paper.” You said and Mephisto nodded enthusiastically. “No?” “I would remember.” You narrowed your eyes while Mephistopheles smelled his tea, closing his eyes and sipping from the tiny cup. “Does it really matter?” The door to Mephisto’s office opened and a demon rushed over to give him a piece of paper, leaving the room as fast as he entered. He read it in no more than a minute, if the smile was any indication, he was satisfied. “Levi agreed to review video games for us. He used to say he was too busy to take another responsibility, but he’ll do it if it helps you.”

“Why would it help me?” you put the cup on the little table with no delicacy, surprisingly it didn’t break. “Honestly? No clue, but he was desperate to help you and the newspaper needed a new column.” Mephistopheles shrugged, not even batting an eye at your outburst of anger.

Just how busy have you been to not notice their attempts to make amends. Your eyes traveled to the curtain again, if you sharpen your ears you can even hear the low chirps of the crows outside. When was the last time that you heard about the brothers? When was the last time you hang out together? You recalled Belphegor’s sad eyes in that brief dream. All your interactions with them had been defined by its short duration and superficial treatment. Perhaps your relationship with them was worse than you had thought, and all this obsession with the Little D.’s was the root of the problem.

Maybe you should follow Barbatos’s advice and confess.

“The new exchange student has been busy too. She’s always with one of the brothers.” Mephisto tried to address the topic downplaying it. “Naturally.” You answered. It is logical, she’s still the NEW exchange student, a human surrounded by demons. A witch, you remembered Mammon’s words. He had called her a witch, but you could remember that there was affection in those words.

“Last time I saw her she was dancing in The Fall with Lucifer. They looked good together.” If looks could kill, Mephistopheles would be drowning in that fancy tea. He was provoking you on purpose.

“Mephistopheles. What do you want?” you spited.

You could feel the strings of smoke tightening your soul, making his way through your nostrils, filling your lungs and taking hold of your throat. How can they be so worried about you if they keep flying around her like flies? You were trying to fight the Little D.’s stupid curse while they enjoy their time together? So while you had been working your ass off to go back to them as soon as possible, they just decided to replace you again.

You took the cup in your hands, your grip tightening around it. “I heard Lord Diavolo wanted her to move into the castle.” Mephisto looked at you intently, he was sure your aura was growing dark around you. “Rumors said he begged.” Mephistopheles found incredibly difficult to say those words, it was risible to think that Lord Diavolo would even think of doing that for a mere human, but there was something mesmerizing about the way your eyes grew cold.

“Liars. All of them.” What if you’ve been busy? Couldn’t they wait as they said they would? “I would find it impossible if not for the fact that she forged a pact with Satan.” You crushed the cup with your hands. You snapped out of the trance when you heard a loud, high-pitched laugh right next to your ear. A Little D. with orange eyes vanished in front of you and was replaced by the worried expression of Mephistopheles.

“What exactly do you think you are doing?! That’s hot!” He hurried to your side, quickly guiding you to the bathroom attached to the office. “Are you okay?! How much heat can a human endure?” He asked, covering your hands with a wet cloth. “She made a pact with Satan?!”

“What am I doing?? What are YOU doing?!” You didn’t give Mephisto a chance to answer your previous question, removing your hands from his and tossing the cloth at him. “Why are you telling me all of this!?”

“Because I don’t know what’s happening!” He tried to keep his voice low but giving the perfect amount of emphasis. “It is none of your business!” You replied, low voice too, suddenly remembering where you were. “It is if it affects Lord Diavolo!” Mephisto handed you the cloth again, his eyes never leaving yours. “But he hasn’t asked for your help, has he?”

Mephistopheles felt a familiar ache that was too close to that certain wound he had buried deep inside his soul. As if he had winced you retreated, guilt present in the way you crossed your arms and averted his gaze.

Mephisto left the room with nothing more than a small snarl. You sat on the toilet, too afraid to go out and discover that the one demon that had offered you help had changed his mind. You heard the door open with zero delicacy, and Mephistopheles appeared holding a small box that seemed to be a first aid kit. He guided you to sit where you were before, on that pink and flashy couch. He then took an ointment you had never seen before and applied it with so much softness that you barely felt it. “This is not from the human world.” You noticed, feeling relief all too quickly.

“No. I asked the angel for it, in case that something like this would happen. You didn’t think that I would not be prepared for everything, right?” He said, managing to sound both offended and somehow unbothered. “Thank you, Mephisto.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you so angry. You’re right, Diav- I mean, Lord Diavolo hasn’t asked me for help.” He continued to tend your hands. “I’m not doing this just for him.” His confession surprised you, to be honest he looked a little surprised too, as if he had discovered something. A small blush crept to his face, but it dissolved quickly enough for you to ponder if it had been real.

“I don’t know what is troubling you or why you keep reading those… twisted things,” he looked at your hands, maybe reproaching himself. “but I wanted to make sure.”

“Make sure of what?” you murmured. “I know what is like to be replaced, Mc, and I can assure you, they could never replace you.” The violet hair of Mephisto glowed in the white light of the hanging lamp above you. The nobleman shook his head fervently. “I know what you’re feeling. Someone who comes out of nowhere and takes what was supposed to be yours. She seems to be perfect in everything, nothing you do is enough compared to her” You saw a spark of indignation in those green eyes, a spark that wanted to start a fire.

“I know it hurts when you think he’s better than you at something you were specifically created for.” You were at a loss for words, or rather, the strength of Mephisto’s feelings kept stealing them. The demon walked through the room aimlessly, speaking vigorously to the inanimate objects around. “Everything happens very fast and, when you least expect it, he has taken your place. The worst is that after some time, it suits him so perfectly that you begin to wonder if you ever had the right to call it yours.” Mephisto stopped and breathed again.

Although you knew Mephisto was speaking of his own painful heartbreak, you couldn’t help but imagine that fateful scenario. Sc slow dancing with Lucifer, her head resting on his shoulder and on his face, the soft smile he reserved just for you. Mammon hugging her and showing her off as he used to do with you. Sc sleeping between Beel and Belphie, feeling the warmth of their arms and calmly listening to the lullaby of their heartbeats. You could imagine Asmo and Sc, modeling for each other ridiculous outfits they had no intention of buying. Sc lying in Satan’s chest, reading the demon’s favorite book, hearing his charming laugh in her ear and Levi, you could hear him call her “my Henry.” As if you never existed to begin with.

A single tear slid down your face. When he met your eyes, his eyes widened, although it was almost imperceptible. He cleared his throat and fixed his hair, trying to act calmer than he felt. “But please, human. You’re acting like a fool. I know you can’t see their pitiful eyes since you keep your head buried in those books, but you only need one look to see how miserable they are.”

“All these things around us! All these are proof of their devotion to you, don’t you agree?” Mephisto insisted but your attention was in his eyes, how much pain was underneath? It seemed that you hadn’t contemplated them before, and now you couldn’t take your eyes off them.

Because maybe he couldn’t help but made foolish scenarios too. Perhaps he used to picture himself at Diavolo’s side, not as the vice president of the newspaper club but as the vice president of the student council. Surely, he had expected Diavolo to choose, and the prince did choose.

“Whatever, I shouldn’t be saying this. I,” He looked around the office, spoting the elegant folder from earlier. His hands were shaking, although you had to be keen to notice it. “I wanted to ask your help to get Lord Diavolo’s approval for this proposal.” He handed you the folder, eager to change the topic.

“He didn’t replace you.” You said, taking it but completely ignoring its contents.

“What? No I,” He began speaking but perhaps something in the way you looked at him showed him how useless was to keep the act. He had been too obvious letting his heart speak, wearing it on his sleeve. “You may be right. I didn’t have a place to begin with.” Mephistopheles said “You had and still have a place.”

“Yes, I’m Mephistopheles, the vice president of the newspaper club.” He smiled, or at least his mouth tried to. “Mephistopheles, heart isn’t an ownership.” You took one of the arms of the demon, moving closer to him. “Hearts are big enough to allow many inside. For example, you have a special place in mine.”

Mephistopheles would have laugh of your naive words if he hadn’t seen an open door in your eyes. He focused in the white glint that escaped from your eyes, he moved closer, ignoring the tension in your body and the growing nervousness. Your soul was like a precious gem, so white, beautiful and stained… a misty smoke that clouded it. “Mephisto?” You placed a hand on his chest, his nose was already touching yours but his eyes were glued to your pupils.

Mephisto could finally breath in peace, knowing exactly what was happening and why everyone was tense. Your soul was in the middle of a war, that much was clear.

However, in his opinion the brothers were exaggerating, after all you were winning. “How competent, human.” He smiled. “You’re a tough one.” He laughed, his minty breath emphasizing his closeness.

The sudden sound of someone slamming the door open, took your attention away. Neither Mephisto or you moved, instead your heads turned to see the person behind the action. Mephisto was ready to scold them until a pair of well known golden eyes looked at him.

“Am I interrupting something?” Lord Diavolo’s voice had an unsual severity as his eyes alternated between Mephisto and you.

Chapt 20?

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Me, simply being myself:

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*uncontrollable spanish crying* Hello! I finally finished another chapt! I always think of notes to add as I edit the story but I always forget them when I get here ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ.

We're getting closer to that one scene that made me do this long ass fic!! JAJAJA

I'm sorry for any mistakes and grammatical errors, this isn't as well checked as the others because me canso ganso (Yeah I know, can you imagine? God bless your soul if you read my mess 🙏🏻 JAJAJA).

(⁠　⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ 17!

Get out of my way 🌈

The sunset illuminated the place with a feast of colors, from orange to purple to the curtain of the night sky where hundreds of stars rested surrounding the moon, big and blue, bathing you in a bluish light. You raised one arm and touched a star with your index finger, it swung gently on its own axis. You stretched further, successfully caging the shiny object inside your fist. It was cold and solid but translucent and beautiful like a diamond. “It’s a cheap representation.” You said, amused.

Heat. You felt it in your hand, at first it was faint but soon became unbearable. The smile on your face disappeared as you whimpered, “Ouch!”, your hand opened and the star floated in front of you. The heat it radiated was violent and endless, it hit your face and moved your hair with its intensity. It was too hot and bright, and soon you were drenched in sweat. “Is it better now?” the jerk asked.

Before you could complain, the star became small only to get bigger in seconds, you didn’t have time to understand what was happening when a violent stream of dust blew in front of your face and forced you to close your eyes.

When you opened your eyes again, you were breathless. A mystical and beautiful scene, clouds of different colors mixing in perfect harmony with little sprinkles of white and blue lights and, at the center of said explosion was the cause of it. The Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor, smiling tenderly at you. “I can’t understand it.” He said. “How do you do it?” This time he seemed genuinely upset.

“How do you make the death of a star seem like nothing compared to you?”

Eyes like galaxies looked at you intently, as if you could disappear at any moment to never come back, he was trying desperately to memorize every detail. The scrutiny left you ashamed, and you averted his eyes. “Flatterer,”

You hadn’t seen him move, but there he was, cuddling with you like a cat, resting his head happily on your chest. Again, a second passed and he was no longer hugging you, instead his head laid on your legs. “Stop doing that Belphie, you’re confusing me.”

“Isn’t it the magic of dreams?” He laughed, breathing calmly. “Mc, would you convince Mephisto to let me in again, please? I promise I’ll just sleep beside you.” Belphegor’s voice sounded distressed. “You make them sleepy, Belphie.” You started caressing his scalp. “It’s their own fault. If they’re tired they should sleep.”

“Mephisto doesn’t think the same.” You laughed, imagining the demon’s face of disapproval and remembering how every time Belphie was around all the other students yawned every couple of minutes. “So, would you come back to the house of lamentation?” Belphie asked, unconsciously lowering his voice. When you remained silent, he added, not without sorrow. “Please?” “Belphie…”

“You’re always in the Newspaper Club and that rancid eggplant banned me and when you’re not there, you’re in Purgatory Hall and,” You finished his sentence. “Simeon banned all of you.” He straightened and nodded in annoyance. “Then you sleep and I try to meet you there but, you don’t let me.”

“I’ve been busy this past week, I always end up too tired to consciously dream. I’m sorry, Belphie.” You purposefully avoided the topic of going back to the house of lamentation, something you wanted but couldn’t afford, at least not now that everything seemed better. The demon looked at you with a mix of emotions because he knew what you were thinking and he knew it was a lost battle.

He took you for granted, he could blame Lucifer one time after another for forcing them to watch over Sc but nothing changes the fact that at the end of the day he decided to sleep. His sin won over him and hurt you.

Whether you forgive him or not, he couldn’t forgive himself.

“Are you eating well?” Belphie inquired, suddenly looking exhausted. “Beel wants to know.” Still surrounded by the remains of a dead star, you ruffled his hair and cupped his face with both hands. Taking Belphie by surprise, you kissed his ear and he yelped. “Hey! What was that?!” His face was one of complete annoyance but he was redder than a tomato too.

You kissed him again, a quick peck on the lips, it ended before he could enjoy it. “I’m fine! I promise I’ll come back!” You hurriedly said. “Wait! Don’t do that! It’s too soon!” Belphegor felt it too, the rush. The pressure that indicates you’re about to wake up, leaving him all alone, again.

He closed the distance and your lips touched, sweetness filled your palate as the demon embraced you once more. “I miss you, Mc.” He murmured. Your vision got blurry, but you focused on the demon before you and his longing reached you.

“You know something, Belphie? Neither the death nor the birth of a star can ever be compared to you.” The last thing you saw was a wide eyed Belphegor, blushing furiously and what looked like the beginning of a frown.

You opened your eyes to see a very elegant cane right in front of your eyes. The lines that decorated it twisted in a floral pattern you couldn’t stop looking at. Your fixation stoped the moment the cane was raised to gently descend over your head repeatedly. “This is no time to slack off, Mc.” Mephistopheles said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s too early to be tired, if you feel fatigued you should go, I won’t berate you, I’m not Lucifer.”

Something you had come to understand in the previous month was that Mephisto was a kind demon, cordial and more considerate than most of them. Surprisingly, he doesn’t acknowledge himself as such (not out of modesty but because a weird conviction that everyone acts the same).

“What time is it?” You yawned, looking around for a watch. “6 a.m.” Diaval answered as he passed by holding a stack of books. Everyone was always working non-stop in the Newspaper Club and the constant hustle and bustle of the members wasn’t rare, it actually gave you some comfort. “It’s too early for a human.” Mephisto said, you could tell there was real concern in his eyes, but then again, you didn’t know him well enough.

“You don’t know many humans, Mephis.” You stood up from your chair, massaging your sore neck. “Don’t call me Mephis.” He handed you a cup of coffee, sighing with too much feigned annoyance. Another thing you had learned about him, he’s just dramatic, he likes it. “Hmm! Thank you, Mephisto! You’re very kind.”

“There is no need to thank me, it’s simple courtesy.” He said and you wondered, genuinely wondered, how many times have you heard that from him?

A month ago, after deciding to move out from the house of lamentation, you had understood that put distance between the brothers and you wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought. You didn’t live with them anymore, but they started trying to make up for it in RAD, sticking to you at all times. It wasn’t easy, you couldn’t research anything regarding the Little D.’s when they were around and you found yourself cranky and anxious, something they assumed was their fault.

Those little demons could influence you, they could toy with you and your wounds were still fresh. Something like the previous disaster could repeat and then what would happen? Could things still be fixed? Who knows but, you wouldn’t take the risk. You needed time but the brothers were anxious, they knew you were hiding something and that not only pained them but also scared them.

It occurred to you that you needed a logical pretext, something that could give you a cover and a reason to keep the brothers away without arousing their suspicions. It had been a coincidence, really, to see Mephisto hiding in a bush spying on a drunk Lucifer.

You had received a call from Barbatos: “Lucifer’s too drunk to walk alone.” Bullshit, you knew what he was trying to do. Simeon let you go with no resistance too, his smile looking a lot like Barbatos’. You resigned without complaint and walked all the way from Purgatory Hall to the Castle.

“What are you doing, Mephistopheles?” You asked without trying to lower your voice or hide your form. The tan skinned demon jumped a little in surprise, his eyes grew wide before taking a finger to his lips. “SHHH!! I’m trying to find new information for… an article… that I’m writing.”

Your gaze alternated between Mephisto and Lucifer, the latter was talking to a tree, obviously drunker than you had ever seen him, and also unaware of his conspicuous stalker. “Are you writing an article about… Lucifer?” you asked, sending a text to Mammon with Lucifer’s state and location.

“Why would I do that?” He exclaimed, almost shouting. “Then, what are you doing following an intoxicated Lucifer at this hour?” It was a reasonable question, it was well into the night, so dark and cold that you had to maintain your own temperature using spells. Plus, you were close to Diavolo’s castle, and that gave you an impression of the situation. “I could ask you the same. Why are you here alone? Don’t you know how dangerous it is!?”

“Barbatos was the one who asked me to fetch Lucifer. I doubt he would ask me to do something without fully knowing I wouldn’t die.” You sighed, looking how Lucifer started to yell at the oak. “Excuse me, but it seems that I’m not able to follow you. Why would Barbatos do that?” Mephisto stood up from his hiding place, his notebook ready in his hands.

You massaged your temples. “He wants to force me to tell them the truth. He wants me to ask Lucifer’s help.” You thought. It was true, you knew Barbatos knew. Hell, you knew Barbatos knew that you knew he knew. It was driving you crazy this little game with the butler, it actually seemed as if he was testing you, curious to see what you would do. Now you suspect Simeon too, just perfect.

“I asked first. Why are you here? Are you spying on Diavolo?” Mephisto gasped, opening and closing his mouth like a hungry fish. “How dare you call him Diavolo? How disrespectful.” He shook his head, but even in the dark you noticed a rather big blush on his cheeks. “So that’s it? You were spying on the prince? I wonder what he’ll think of it.”

Mephistopheles felt defeated, any chance of denying it seemed futile when he looked at your eyes. At least he had seen Lucifer made a fool of himself, that was compensation enough. “I just want to reveal the truth! That new exchange student is hiding something! Lord Diavolo and Lucifer, they’re hiding something too! We, as committed students, have the right to know!” As Mephistopheles delivered his speech with tremendous flamboyance, you walked towards Lucifer, softly patting his shoulder, smiling kindly at his surprised and blushing face.

“I’d rather not know anything about it.” You spoke to Mephistopheles and met his gaze with a pair of wary (maybe even fearful) eyes. Mephistopheles knew at that instant, he could recognize that look because he saw it every day in the mirror. A feeling of understanding and empathy washed over him like a torrent of water. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” For a few moments silence reigned between the three of you until a very drunk demon broke it.

“Diavolo cheated.” Lucifer blurted out and pointed at the tree. “He turned into a tree. Trees can’t get drunk.” He said sternly. You quickly removed Mephistopheles’ camera out of the way, dedicating him a disapproving look. “The vice president of RAD is indulging in shameful activities. That needs to be known.” He simply said and you responded to him with a tired sigh. “I won’t let you, so do us a favor and just give up.”

“He’s mocking me.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “Love, he’s not Diavolo.” You stood in front of Lucifer, trying to cover the “wicked” tree. Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with devotion when he heard you, he smiled like a cat and hugged you like one too.

Mephistopheles couldn’t stop looking at Lucifer, he had never seen that side of him before. Sure, he had seen him make a mistake, taking a poor decision, indulging Lord Diavolo in a stupid activity, but this, this was on a higher level. He looked vulnerable, real. That… completely disgusted him.

“I guess he’s that drunk.” Mephisto murmured more to himself than to you, but you answered him anyway. “Yes, I wonder what happened.” Mephisto was sure he knew what the answer was, but he just nodded and imitated you.

He had to look at you twice to see if you were that dense. Maybe you were just pretending to not know the influence you had on the brothers, but one look at your face told him all he needed to know: you were a fool, a noble one.

Mammon arrived with a loud flap of his wings. First he looked at you and a foolish smile appeared on his face, said smile completely gone and replaced with a grimace when he noticed Mephisto, grimace that changed into a big smile and loud laugh when he looked at Lucifer. “Hahaha! Look at you, yar so stupid! I’m gonna take a photo and sell it to-” Mammon stilled and color vanished from his skin when Lucifer shot him a death glare. “Are you implying that I would have lost even if I were a tree, Mammon?”

Mammon’s mouth was slightly open as a frown made its way into his face. “Damn. He’s really outta it, right?” You covered up Mammon’s D.D.D. before he could take a photo. You spent a couple minutes making sure Mammon wouldn’t take any photos until the conversation ended and you stood engulfed in silence.

“I should go now.” He said, hesitantly. He waited a few moments for you to contradict him, a small hope he knew was futile. “Don’t worry, Mephisto will accompany me back to Purgatory Hall.” You looked at Mephistopheles but there wasn’t annoyance or any sign of resistance, on the contrary, he seemed to find it quite obvious.

As surprising as it may seem, the second brother had been really understanding about the whole ordeal, giving you the space you needed. Even if there were more crows than average around you. He was making an effort, even if he felt that his soul gets heavier every day.

“O-okay, see ya soon Mc!” The white haired demon didn’t move an inch, supporting his brother with both arms. “Maybe tomorrow?” In the background you could hear Lucifer’s slurred voice still fighting an imaginary rival. “Sounds good.” You walked up to them and gave them a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry and take care of Lucifer, okay?”

Looking somewhat renewed, Mammon nodded and gave you a quick smile before taking off, leaving you alone with a pensive Mephisto. “Must have gone wrong, then.” Mephistopheles said.

You couldn’t tell what Mephisto was talking about, so you turned a deaf ear and shrugged. You were not quite ready to tell anybody about how something like jealousy could trigger a spiral of horrible fights between you and the brothers. “I mean, the new exchange student plan.” He said, knowing he was pushing your buttons.

“As I told you before, Mephistopheles, I don’t want to know anything about it.” You walked without waiting for him. “What are you doing? It’s rude to turn your back on someone like that. You’re such a bad-mannered human.” After some minutes of lecturing and highly offended babble, Mephistopheles and you walked in comfortable silence.

Mephisto glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, you back was slightly hunched and your eyes seemed tired, the bags under them along with the dark circles were a proof. He knew something had happened in the house of lamentation, better said, something between you and the brothers (even Lord Diavolo seemed troubled too). Your interactions with them were few and honestly, a little forced. It was almost as your first year there.

The ex president of the Newspaper Club had seen you act like an… unstable human. More than once. Sometimes he saw you, angrily talking alone, throwing things at nothing and then laughing like a mad villain. But then again, maybe those attitudes were normal in humans? He doubts it. Your aura was different too, some days he could swear even some demons were frightened of it.

But now, looking closer at you, he could see that you were simply tired.

“You know, the Newspaper club has been pretty busy lately, we’re short of demons. Isn’t it your responsibility as a council officer to deal with those matters?” He said with an exaggerated tone of voice. You looked at him without turning your head. “Short of demons?” you repeated.

“I suppose a human will do.” He added, and you couldn’t contain the smile that spread through your face. “Our club is only open to a few, so you don’t need to worry about external distractions.” He continued with feigned seriousness. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Mephisto, but I don’t want to be a burden on you too.”

The demon didn’t miss the implications of your words, he just wasn’t familiar enough with you to take on the role of giving comfort. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody that you were spying on Diavolo.” You lazily added.

“I was not! How insolent can you be, human? I can’t believe your guts!” You laughed. Surprisingly, he didn’t find it annoying. He quickly came to the conclusion that your words held no malice. In fact, it was a pleasant sound, something he could get used to. “You work at our club and in exchange, you keep my secret.” He finally said as you arrived to the front of Purgatory Hall’s door.

He saw how your jaw clenched, unshed tears appeared in your eyes and distrust took shape like dust in your irises, just to leave as quickly as it had come. Finally, you nodded. “Sounds fair, Mephisto.” You smiled. He could have swear a small glint of your soul peaked through your eyes and dazzled him for a moment. Maybe that’s why those demons are so smitten with you.

Perhaps he should be careful too, for all he knows, you could be a spy from the angels. No, that would be stupid, they wouldn’t send someone as stupidly nice as you. “Thank you, really.”

Such sincerity shocked Mephisto, whose social circle was always so shady and wicked. He took his eyes off you, not wanting to be fooled by the gratitude in them.

“No need to thank me, it’s simple courtesy.”

Part 19??

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Good night (from my dear country heheh)! 👋🏻 I'm changing my “Every monday” updates (that I certainly don't fulfill) to “When I have time” that is much more angsty, mysterious and enemies-to-lovers like (sorry ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ).

Part 16 here!

Get out of my way 🌈

Lucifer wanted to hug you forever, nothing seemed as appealing as eternity in your embrace. He wanted to hold you forever, but the high-pitched squeak of a door lacking oil was proof that his wish was too good to be achievable.

“Lucifer? I'm sorry for interrupting.” The voice of the demon was timid and apologetic, his face matched the tone of his voice with a pair of downcast eyes and an adorable pout. “Diavolo said he needed to talk with you about Mc’s attackers.” Violet eyes found crimson ones, a swirl of resolve and protectiveness in them.

In Beelzebub's eyes, there was one big priority, he needed to ensure. Your safety. He needed you to be happy, safe and sound. He felt guilty for Lucifer, because the Avatar of Gluttony knew that his brother was tired and both he and you deserved a moment of peace. Nevertheless, Beelzebub would gladly get rid of your attackers once Lord Diavolo give orders to Lucifer, so that the older could return to you.

Beel took one of his wrists with the opposite hand, he dug his nails into his pale skin with a little too much force. He wanted to hug you too, he wanted but he shouldn’t take, hasn’t it always been like that for him?

Lucifer had felt you tense since the moment that Beel entered into the room and now he could see the yearn and restraint in his brother's eyes. He didn't know what had happened between the two of you, but he knew that your relationship with everyone was strained. The Avatar of Pride thought that if the heart could growl from starvation, then Beelzebub's heart would be very loud at the moment.

“Very well, I shall go then. Beelzebub, stay with Mc until I come back.” Lucifer fixed his suit, he looked notably more serene than before. Beelzebub, whose eyes were glued to the ground, suddenly looked at his brother in surprise. “I want to know who did this to Mc, Lucifer.”

“I need you to protect them while we look for those foolish demons.” He gave no room for discussion as he promptly left the chamber, the soft sound of the door closing signed his statement. You watched with annoyance as the Little D. of Pride stuck out his tongue mockingly before disappearing too.

Beelzebub and you remained in an awkward silence. His face hadn't changed a bit, he still wore a sad pout and the frown on his forehead increased for moments.

“I'm sorry Beel, I'm so sorry for what I did to you and Belphie.” You broke the silence first, though your voice was soft and barely audible. Beelzebub looked at you surprised, he like Lucifer, did not expect you to ask for forgiveness.

“I'm sorry we made you feel alone, that wasn't our intention.” Beel was a demon of few words, but he knew he needed to let you know what you really meant to him. “It's my fault, I got carried away with food. Sc, she wants to know everything about the Devildom.” As if he had spilled a secret, Beelzebub's eyes widened before a frown took over his features again. “But I thought that knowing about food wasn't a big risk.”

“Lucifer said that it was okay, he even gave me some of his own money to spend it.” A smile appeared on his face, momentarily replacing the sadness. “He said it was a good distraction and that in exchange I could buy whatever I wanted.”

“Beel, you don't have to apologize, okay? if you wanted to go out with her without me, that's totally understandable.” Beelzebub seemed surprised again, his face was in a constant swing from sad to confused to sad again.

“That's not why.” He said the words you had said to Lucifer before and, with complete clarity, you could see the meaning behind it. “You're hiding something from me, aren't you?” Before he could deny it, you spoke again. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” The giant demon felt comically sweaty, suddenly his shirt was too tight and he had said enough. He wanted to explain you, but Lucifer would kill him, no, forget about his older brother. You’d surely punish him too, telling him to sit Japanese style again before lecturing him for two hours straight.

“I wouldn't want to hang out with someone who threatens my brother, I don't blame you Beel. But please be sure that I would never have done that!” You spoke of the matter as vaguely as you could, because the mere thought was painful.

Beelzebub's heart ached when he saw the first tear slide down your face, he could see how your face contorted to convey sadness. He couldn't care less if you had built walls around you, and if he accidentally reinforced them, well, that's in the past too because he wouldn't stay still while you cry.

He took you in his arms, he tended to be gentle as he feared human fragility but this time he held you a bit more freely, tightening his embrace, resting his head on yours. “I've seen Belphie wake up from nightmares most nights since you freed him.”

“He's always calling your name.” Beelzebub's voice was losing volume as he spoke. “I asked him once: 'Belphie, in your dreams, can't you stop?” You remained sheltered by the demon's warmth, your breath caught in your throat too focused on Beel's words.

“He told me: 'I don't do anything. In my dreams Mc calls me Beel'. ” Silence filled the room in an instant, deep and dense. You hadn't noticed how your hands were gripping Beelzebub's shirt.

“He feels guilty because he killed you, and he feels guilty because he made me chose.” Beel talked through the tears with a strong and firm voice. “I don't want you to feel the same and I don't want Belphie to feel that either. I just want us to be happy, I want to eat and sleep by your side forever.” He broke the embrace to show you a radiant smile. “Always with you, Mc.”

You hugged him again. “I wouldn't have it any other way, Beel.”

Outside the room, the brothers were half relieved, half getting crazy over jealousy. It was a relief that they could finally hear you laugh, it was by far better than hear you crying. On the other side, why can’t they share your happiness too?

“Mc is safe, we're tracking those demons. Barbatos will inform you as soon as he knows something, for the time being I ask you to remain calm and protect them from afar.” Lord Diavolo spoke solemnly to the brothers, his voice made clear that he wasn't asking for opinions.

“Mc will stay here until they decide otherwise.” Lucifer added without hiding his discomfort. “That's correct. Please, you need as much rest as Mc.” Barbatos extended a hand signaling to the exit, none of the brothers had the strength to fight that condescending smile of his.

When all the brothers and Diavolo had left, Barbatos approached Simeon. “I saw Mc's aggressors.” He informed Simeon, the angel didn't show any sign of surprise so he continued. “However, something remains a mystery.”

A versus of condescending smiles, Simeon versus Barbatos on a ring of poisonous kindness. “Oh? I didn't know such a thing was possible.” Simeon laughed with genuine amusement. “The young master is intrigued, how did you find Mc?”

The eyes of Simeon shone with mischief and delight, “Just the young master?” he thought. “I was reading when the window opened, it nearly broke and crashed against the wall.”

“I'm well aware of that. I'd appreciate it if you answer my question without adding any fancy details typical of a writer.” Although sharp, all the words were pronounced in a kind tone. “Hahaha! Well, after all I'm a writer, Barbatos. Hmm, now I'm not sure if you'll like my answer.” Barbatos's smile dropped to settle for a neutral face.

Simeon shrugged. “After the window opened I felt a rush of wind guiding me, it was like a cry for help in the middle of a lonely night. It felt warm, like the hug of a sister.”

When Simeon walked in (with a triumphant smile on his face), you and Beelzebub had already fallen asleep on the couch, he tried to take a good photo for five torturous minutes until he successfully focused the adorable scene in front of him.

“See, Lilith? They're safe, so don't worry anymore, okay?” Simeon murmured.

Part 18?

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Hi! ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

First of all, I want to extend a very heartfelt apology to the fellow sheep that belong to the Anti-Lucifer League JAJAJA because this chapter is completely about the viejo sabroso.

What did you say? that my favoritism is showing? That's ridiculous.

(I promise all of them will have their own special moment with Mc, yes even the killer cow.)

I kind of thought I had already put spoilers warnings in the first part but heheh surprise! I didn't! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> not much of a spoiler but I wrote the fic without explaining things that won't make sense if you haven't finished the game? (God I don't know but I think I did because I do that all the fucking time)

Part 15!

Get out of my way 🌈

“I hurt your brothers.” You said, curtly. Admitting it felt worse than you had expected. Your eyes were glued to your hands, avoiding those of the older brother, who hadn’t uttered a single word. “You were right when we met, I wasn’t and I am not trustworthy.” You couldn’t help the slight tremble in your voice. “I shouldn’t live in the house of lamentation anymore.” Lucifer remained silent.

“I shouldn’t be your master.” You finally said, feeling a pain in your chest that you were getting used to. You searched for Lucifer’s eyes expecting to see disappointment and anger, but to your surprise he had turned around and now you could only stare at his broad back.

He had turned around since your first confession, he was as much afraid to meet your gaze as you were of looking his. He knew you would be angry and ready to leave them as you should have since the first time he dared to threaten you. He knew it was for the best and wouldn’t have the nerve to deny you, not after he proved to be unworthy.

And then you spoke and he cursed the relief he felt, of course you would take all the blame, of course you would forget about their mistakes and the way they had hurt you too. You were like a mirror years ago, accepting all the pain and never asking why, forgive and forget. But Lucifer knows best, that path only has one end and the fall is long and painful.

The Avatar of Pride was tired. First, you wandered through the Devildom in complete solitude, getting hurt by who knows who without him being able to reach you, much less stopping them. Then, his brother almost died in his arms without him being able to do anything. No matter how hard he tries, the ones he loves the most are always out of reach. He looked at you and noticed how you had lost weight, another thing he had failed at.

“How old do you think I am, Mc?” He asked. The sudden question left you confused but you laughed nonetheless. “Jurassic Park brings memories?” You joked and he turned around with a small smile gracing his lips. “I’ll let that slide.” He walked towards the couch. “I’m very old.” Lucifer said as he sat on the sofa, next to you.

You smiled, still confused by the sudden change of topic, but decided to go with it, after all, whatever he wanted to say couldn’t be as painful as what you had to say. You took a strand of black hair, those few that were white at the very end, and replied. “I can see that.” Your eyes finally met and it wasn’t painful or filled with distrust. It was nice, simply nice. Both of you laughed.

“As I was saying, dear. I have lived for quite some time now. In fact, I am at least ten million years older than you.” Lucifer was smiling, caressing your hand with his thumb. You remained quiet, suddenly very aware of Lucifer’s face of fatigue and glassy eyes. “Naturally, my brothers are rather old too.”

You swallowed hard before removing your hand from Lucifer’s touch. As much as you wanted to go back to the same old routine, you knew it wouldn’t be long before the guilt ate you alive. “I don’t understand how this has anything to do with the fact that I hurt your family.” Your hand brushed the places that Lucifer had touched, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the demon. “I told them horrible things, you know that?” You watched carefully Lucifer’s face, waiting for his reaction. “I ordered them too, just like I ordered you to shut up.” The avatar of pride seemed absent, unamused. “I even thought of…” you forced the words out. “of hurt them, physically. Seriously harm them.” A couple of silent tears rolled down your face.

Lucifer wiped them gently, as slowly as he could, because he knew that was all he would ever get. “I think about physically hurting them almost every day.” Lucifer said, in a playful tone you couldn’t bear. “Stop! I’m not playing, Lucifer! This is serious, I tried and succeeded. I harmed them!” You hit Lucifer’s chest and, to your surprise, he stifled a whimper.

You came to a halt immediately, looking a drop of sweat slide off from his forehead. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” The prideful demon tried to get up but you were faster, or maybe it was just Lucifer giving up. You opened his already torn shirt to reveal a burnt wound of your pact mark, as if it had been branded with a hot iron. “What the fuck is that?” You stopped Lucifer from buttoning his shirt. “What happened? Tell me.” You fought a silent staring battle until Lucifer sighed. “You called us through the pact but it was…” the demon was searching for the right words but knew that the human in front of him wouldn’t listen. “It was uncertain. I don’t know what happened.”

You laughed bitterly. “You know what happened, you’re ten million years older, aren’t you? What happened, Lucifer?” He rubbed his face. “It’s not your fault.” You put your hand on his chest, pressing slightly harder. He winced in pain. “That’s not what I asked.” You said. He took your wrist but made no effort to stop you. On the contrary, he pushed your hand further into his chest. “It’s not your fault.”

You looked into his eyes as you pressed more. “...” He was clearly surprised, but it was difficult to express it since he was fighting the urge to scream. “Very well, Mc. That’s enough.” An immediate expression of relief reached his face the moment you removed your hand from his thorax. “I appreciate the romantic gesture but I want to know the truth Lucifer.”

“That’s the truth, it wasn’t your fault. You called us but it wasn’t on purpose. It was a reflex. Not a spell, but directionless magic.”, “So I hurt you even when I didn’t mean to.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “The only way you could do it.” Lucifer thought but he decided to keep that to himself.

“Mc, we have lived through worse.” The avatar of pride took your chin and forced you to see him. “We can endure this and more. What about you? What we did to you.” You pushed his hand once more. Lucifer tried to bury the pain he felt every time you decided to avert his touch, but it didn’t hurt any less. “Don’t be stupid, Lucifer. What did you do? Replaced me?” You gestured with your hand before he could deny anything. “And so what? I should have acted like a normal person and just leave.” You said. “Instead of developing a damn curse.” You thought, bitterly.

“I’m glad you didn’t leave.” He knew that was selfish and unfair, he knew he was no better than a little kid throwing a tantrum. “I can’t say the same.” You murmured.

You had called Levi more than the others, you had wanted to see him so badly and perhaps that’s why he almost died. It was ironic and twisted, but now it was obvious. The Little D. of envy really did a number on you and that little show he threw. You fell into their trap like a fool. The more you thought about it, the more anger grew inside you. You would get your revenge, all of those little demons would pay one way or another.

You were starting to regret having stopped Lucifer from leaving when he wanted, once again the conversation ended in nothing good, what you had wanted to say was left unsaid and forming a big and painful lump in your throat. You saw Lucifer from the corner of the eye and your heart skipped a beat. You had to make sure you weren’t seeing things. “You want to leave.” He said, letting you cup his face and watching your gaze full of worry, and once he looked at himself through your eyes he found out why.

“Don’t cry, Lucifer. I’m going to cry too.” You saw a single tear slide until it reached Lucifer’s soft smile. He had cried before, when his brothers were sleeping and silence was unbearable, when he is alone with a life full of memories, painful memories. He knows the art of suffering, the art of breaking down in solitude. However, it had been a long time since he had cried in front of anyone.

“Just because you can endure it doesn’t mean you have to.” You said, recalling his previous words. “Love shouldn’t burn.” The picture of that burn on the demon’s chest refused to leave your mind. Lucifer straightened up and took your hands again, hoping you wouldn’t reject him this time. “This unfortunate incident got out of hand.” He cleared his throat and you rolled your eyes, still finding comfort in Lucifer’s mannerism. “As an ancient and very wise demon, you should really trust my words.” You let escape a little laugh and hummed in response. “Love shouldn’t burn but it does, not always, but there are times, and even after touching the flame we tend to admit that it was worth it.”

“I know you’re not looking for metaphors and I’m not trying to sugarcoat my words. We hurt each other badly. There are no kind words to face the truth but, regardless of how selfish and naive I sound, I’m confident that we can fix it.” He tried to caress your cheek but ultimately decided against it. “I know I can fix it.” All the worries of the past few weeks were finally getting to him. You murmured Lucifer’s name, it was evident that he was crumbling.

“I assure you that I’ll never let this happen again.” Another round of silent tears fell from his eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore, you extended your arms towards him but, this time was his turn to move aside from you. “It’s okay, I’m fine. You don’t have to force yourself.” He said, already regretting his next words. “I know you don’t want me to comfort you, I know you’re not fond of my touch.”

You frowned. “Why do you think that?” You questioned, but Lucifer didn’t want to answer, he was afraid his voice would fail. He didn’t want to show you more of this pitiful side of him. His silence forced you to think, looking back at your previous interactions you realized that although not on purpose, you had still avoided his touch several times. “Lucifer, how can you believe that?”

“Is it not true? Don’t you repulse the idea of me approaching you?” He knew how needy he sounded. He also knew lacking confidence wasn’t his style and probably not what you would expect from the Avatar of Pride but it didn’t matter, he wanted to know.

Looking at an imperfect Lucifer was always unnerving, you’ve seen him before and it never ceases to amaze you how even when he’s crumbling he looks ethereal. Although you didn’t hate it, you preferred his more full-of-himself self.

“I don’t know.” You replied, climbing onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. “What does it look like, my morning star?” you rested your forehead on his, amused at Lucifer’s surprise. He cursed how infatuated for you he was, both the searing pain from his wounds and the memories of your rejections immediately faded when he felt your hands in his hair. It had been a long time since he saw heaven, but your eyes were more than enough to evoke it. “It seems that you pity me.”

He looked how you closed your eyes, a small and genuine smile gracing your face. “Now you’re only pressing your luck, love.” You said, unaware of the happiness you had aroused in him. “Say it again.”

“Now you’re only pressing your luck?” You pretended to be confused. He narrowed his eyes, feigning annoyance at your teasing but it was no use, once he let you see his soft side you could see through all of his facades. “Please?” He asked and you nearly gasped at how ridiculously innocent he looked.

“You’re a real menace, love.” You whispered in his ear and so did he. “Look who’s talking.” He was quick, one hand on your hips while the other cupped your chin. He was slow, your lips were as close as they could be without touching, a clear request from the demon. “Do you still think I don’t like your touch?” You questioned, lips slightly brushing as you murmured.

Lucifer wanted to kiss you, his grip on your hip was tight and his breath was uneven. You drove him crazy. He was certain that you wanted him to initiate the kiss, to show him that you wouldn’t back away, to force him to hang from your hand on the cliff. And so he did. He kissed you, slowly moving his hand from your hip to your back. Enjoying you as a fine wine but drinking you like a thirsty man.

Once that the kiss was broken you shook your head, hugging him and rubbing circles on his back. “I’m sorry, Lucifer, you must be very tired.” He cried against his will, the only way he knows how to. His trembling figure was holding onto you tightly, hiding his tears and shame. “I won’t leave the Devildom, I won’t leave you.” You said softly, trying to put all the love you had into those words. “We can fix this together.” He had stopped crying, soon after he laid his head on your chest. “I apologize for this uncalled for display of weakness.” You pinched his neck in annoyance and he complained with a low growl. “Enough with the fancy attitude. You don’t have to apologize.”

“I love it.” You reassured him, hurt to see him so broken. “I love you.” You said, wiping away his tears. “I’m sorry, I was cruel before.” He shook his head and a long suspire escaped him. “That’s my line, Mc. I said awful things, words I didn’t mean.” He frowned again and you resisted the urge to kiss his discomfort away. “You want to say something else, don’t you?”

“I won’t leave, but I want to stay in Purgatory Hall for some time.” You said, not without hesitation. Lucifer looked directly into your eyes hoping to see some explanation. “You don’t think we can keep you safe.”

“That’s not why.” You hurried to say, watching Lucifer distraught face. “But you won’t tell us who attacked you.” Lucifer moved enough to see your face.

“But surely Barbatos already knows.” You laughed dryly. Did Barbatos really know? Was it possible for him to see the Little D.s in those multiple rooms of his? Did the butler look at them to know the truth? Did he see the past? You felt embarrassed at the mere possibility. Perhaps that was for the best, all of this could finally be over. But where would that leave you? Useless, pathetic, stupid human who couldn’t even defeat their own demons. You watched your hands, useless. You are supposed to be a bridge between the three worlds, you have seven pacts with some of the most powerful beings in hell, your master is the most powerful sorcerer of humanity, that should mean something but… does it?

Are you really special or just a consequence of circumstances? If you couldn’t be of service, if you prove to be weak and incompetent, wouldn’t they be better off with someone like Sc?

But you love them, with all their flaws. You have loved them above anything, putting your own life at risk for them. You didn’t love them because of their intelligence, their strength, or their status. You love them because they were they. They should love you because you are you. So why? Why did they replace you despite all the love they claim to feel? Why did they choose to spend their time with Sc? Why did they treat you like that?

“Is it because I’m not as good looking as her? Or is it because I’m not smart enough? Perhaps I lack what she has to spare.” You saw how Lucifer’s face wrinkled in confusion, of course, he couldn’t read minds (as far as you knew), he wasn’t aware of all the twists and turns you took to end with that question. “What are you talking about, Mc?” You got off Lucifer’s lap and sat on the sofa again, still close to the demon.

“Because she would be a better council officer than me?” You said but your voice was flat and you sounded gone, bored even.

Suddenly, it clicked for Lucifer. He remembered again the face that Mammon had made when he told him how you had lost your trust in them and the sincerity and complete security he had seen in that gaze, because it wasn’t something that his younger brother decided to believe, no, it was something that he could feel, after all, he was painfully honest for a demon. Lucifer had tried to dismiss it, to cling onto that tiny possibility that you still had faith in them.

He wanted to cry again, because his heart threatened to burst out of his chest, probably angry for being forced to belong to such a prideful demon. He wanted to cry because he knew you didn’t trust them, but more than that, you didn’t believe in their love.

“It’s fair, Mc. If you don’t want to believe me when I say that I love you, that I would die for you at any time. It’s understandable and I’ll accept it for now but don’t compare yourself anymore, love. Please, let me protect you.” Lucifer desperately wanted to erase those words and stupid beliefs from your mind, he wanted to remove the blindfold they had accidentally put on your eyes, to let you see just how irreplaceable you are.

You shook your head, your jaw tensing at the inhuman effort you were doing to keep looking into Lucifer’s eyes. Not because it was painful, but because you were afraid of those blurry black spots you could see out of the corner of your eye.

You could see the five Little D.s surrounding you and Lucifer, you knew they were looking at you with eyes as wide as their smiles. You focused on Lucifer’s eyes, beautiful and calm, full of grieve and hope. The same hope you were clinging on. “If you want me to trust you, it’s only fair that I ask you the same.”

Lucifer knew he was egotistical, he himself hid things from you so that you could continue living without a care in the world, so you could be safe. That’s what he’s supposed to do, not the other way around. You should tell him who was responsible for hurting you so he could show them what he’s capable of, what true fear feels like. “Besides, I wouldn’t tell any of you, unless I want a bloodbath in the Devildom.” The Little D.s’ laughter filled the room, you could still feel their eyes on you.

“Why would you want to protect them?” The Avatar of Pride asked, he couldn’t fathom how anyone would show that level of mercy, but if there was someone capable of, it would be you (he had no doubts). You, on the other hand, were building a slow but solid thirst for blood. You were not defeated, you had let yourself hit hard ground but it wasn’t over. They are your demons, yours to haunt, yours to kill. “I’ll stay here for a while. Are you going to be okay without me?”

“No, I won’t.” He simply said, pondering his options, perhaps he should intervene with a direct approach. Maybe he could lock you up until he finds out who hurt you, securing you until he can keep an eye on you at all times. Never let you go more than 5 inches away from him. Always close to his reach. He laughed, passing a hand over his tired face. “Father really knew something when he kicked me out of his place.” He thought. “I’ll be waiting for you, love.” He said instead.

Even if he wasn’t by your side, he would keep an eye on you, taking care of you from the distance until he could earn your trust back. This storm would pass too, he was sure.

“I promise it won’t take long.” You hugged Lucifer again, facing The Little D. of Pride’s face. Smiling at him, a cold and unwavering smirk. “You just wait and get ready, okay? No takesies backsies!” You sang overly sweet, The Little D. of Pride laughed and spoke silently too. “No takesies backsies!”

The face of Lucifer was priceless, a shame that you couldn’t see it. He was completely taken aback, confused to the core by your strange change of mood. He felt like he was on a roller coaster or maybe in an intricate story that he was unable to follow, much like those ramblings Leviathan does. He opted to remain silent, firstly because he didn’t know what would be an appropriate response to “No taksies backsies!” but, most importantly, because he was trying to hide the sinister hunch that, as impossible as it seemed, you were not talking to him.

Part 17???

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[ruhorih4ra]

Hi! , I loved your Fanfic of 'Get out of my way 🌈' but something bothered me the whole time I read it like water kept falling down my face, so I wanna ask that when you wrote it were you by chance allergic to happiness? Or a jjk fan trying to grieve?

(I'm joking but I LOVE THE SERIES!! made me cry sm that my brother asked what was wrong with me😭😭)

JAJAJAJAJA Allergic to happiness it's a very accurate description of myself (jjk it's on my list too!).

What can I say? I love angst.🤌🏻🤌🏻

Thanks for reading it ♡, it really makes me happy to know that you enjoy it (crying counts as enjoying too, no?? Heheh). ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

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Hello! (⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡ I hate clichés, I really do. I write clichés 😔, I do.

Part 14!

Get out of my way 🌈

The kiss was broken by numerous sounds of footsteps and anxious voices from outside the room, you had let Mammon go before the door flung open. A group of hopeless and frightened demons stared at you before surrounding you like hungry mosquitoes. “Mc! We need your help!” Asmo cupped your face with a trembling and sweaty hand. “It’s Levi, he’s dying-” Belphie couldn’t finish before a very stoic Beelzebub interrupted him. “He’s not. He’s fine, he just needs to warm up.”

“He’s dying, Beel.” Satan’s eyes were red, he opened and closed his fist with desperation. “Simeon’s magic is useless!” He screamed. From the corner of your eye, you saw how Mammon lost color, he obviously wasn’t aware of his brother’s condition.

Despite all the screams and pleas, nothing spoke louder than Lucifer’s eyes, he was carrying Leviathan in his arms, when your eyes met, you saw fear and frustration. Those eyes told you everything you needed to know, but nothing would have prepared you to see Leviathan. The demon was paler than usual, his lips were chapped and a faint shade of purple instead of their pink healthy one. “Levi!” You rushed towards him.

Lucifer gently laid him down on the couch. “Mc, please, maybe the pact can help him.” You heard Lucifer but your eyes didn’t leave Levi’s lips, you were sure he was calling your name. “It will, definitely.” Barbatos put a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sure of it. Even so, you should waste no time, Mc.”

You nodded, a little bit disoriented due to the sudden change of things. You took his hand in yours and it surprised you how cold it was, how devoid of any warmth. “Levi, it’s me, Mc.” You murmured, touching his forehead with your other hand, brushing his hair away. “I’ll help you, everything’s going to be okay.”

Your hand rested on Levi’s cheek as you recited the spell. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated." You felt a sudden flash of white illuminate Leviathan’s body but then nothing happened, Levi was as cold as before. You couldn’t help but remember Levi’s sewn mouth and how no matter what you did, it couldn’t be cured. “No, no, no.” You said frantically, embracing Levi as you laid down on the couch too. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated." You repeated and the light appeared again, but Levi remained the same. You would have lost your mind then and there if not for Lucifer who took your hand and looked at your eyes. “Don’t’ panic, love. Levi’s counting on you.”

You saw the fear again, desperation and utter pain in those crimson eyes. You could even hear his pleas: “Not again, please.” Terror filled your body as you finally realized what all of this meant, Levi’s life was falling apart in your hands and no one but you could prevent it. The fear of losing him was nauseating, devastating. You swallowed and murmured in his ear. “I love you, Levi. Please, don’t die in my arms.” As you kindly kissed his temples, you cast the healing spell once more. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated."

This time, the white light stayed on for a couple of seconds more before fading out. You took the hands of Leviathan and kissed them, a pair of tears slipping down your expectant eyes. Suddenly, you saw Leviathan’s chest rising and falling at a normal, healthy pace and the color finally returning to his face. “Mc?” He mumbled, opening his eyes as if he had just woken up from a long nap. “Levi!!” You hugged him, not a second later you felt another pair of arms hugging you both, and then more and more until all seven brothers were sharing a big and well needed hug. “Uh?! W-what’s happening?!” Levi said, his voice muffled by everyone’s embrace. You could only laugh in delight.

Diavolo and Simeon exhaled in relief while Barbatos smiled gently at them. Simeon wanted to ask a few things to the butler and judging by the way Barbatos had looked at him the entire time, it was safe to assume that he had a couple of questions too.

When the hug broke and everybody stepped back, you scooped Leviathan’s face in your hands. “I’m so sorry for everything I said.” Your voice broke at the end, you closed your eyes and the tears fell. “N-no, it’s okay, Mc. Please, don’t cry.” Levi took your hand and smiled, it was a friendly and warm smile that only increased your guilt and sadness. “W-wait! Don’t cry more! Ahhh, I’m so bad at this! I knew it, a good for nothing yucky ota-” Before he could finish, you gently kissed the right corner of his lips, a sense of relief when you felt no stitches or scarred lips. Although he hadn’t fully recovered, the light in his eyes was enough to lift your spirits.

“Hey!! Not only because he was dying it means that you can ki-!!” Mammon’s sentence was left unfinished due to a good smack on the head courtesy of Asmodeus.

“You’re nothing of those awful things, please don’t ever think that, not even if it’s me saying them.” You kissed the left corner then. “I have no excuses for my words or the way I acted, please believe me, I would never hurt you.” You choked back a sob, lifting your face to meet Leviathan’s eyes and found out that he was… bleeding.

“Typical Levi.” Satan said and Beelphegor hummed in agreement. “Your nose.” You said, watching a single drop of blood slide down to Leviathan’s lip, his face was redder than ever before and he was avoiding your eyes. “Ah! Y-yes, d-don’t worry, Mc. I know you would never hurt me.” He stuttered but then, his eyes became serious and you felt a slight squeeze on your hand. “I have to apologize too. I’m sorry, Mc. I didn’t realize sooner that you needed me. I should’ve known, you’re my Henry.”

If posible, Levi got more nervious than before. “If you want to, maybe we can talk about this... just the two of us.”

“Oh! We’re sorry, Are we interrupting you?” Belphie rolled his eyes. “Yes, maybe we should just leave, Levi, so your nose can bleed at ease.” Satan added. “You shouldn’t bleed too much Levi, you’re still weak.” Beelzebub said, worry evident in his tone. “I won’t leave them alone!” Mammon shouted and Asmodeus replied with the same amount of pettiness. “Alone as you both were a few moments ago??”

Lucifer sighed before joining them, giving Levi a handkerchief (you could swear he had to suppress the urge to wipe the blood himself). “You should just shut up, Mammon.” “Oi!”

You were contentedly watching them until Leviathan took you out of it, talking to you in murmurs. “Mc, thanks for saving me.” He took your chin, you didn’t miss the fierce blush that crept to his face as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “You saved me from drowning.” You blushed and smiled back. “Thanks to you, my lord of shadow.”

“Very well, I think we can all agree that both Levi and Mc need to get some rest.” Lord Diavolo said and a chorus of disagreement burst through the room. “Quiet all of you, Diavolo is right. Mc will stay here for today.” Before they could express their arguments again, you intervened.

“Where is Sc?” You blurted out, a question that had been plaguing your mind for a while. You haven’t seen her since your fight with Lucifer, and it was starting to freak you out. “Did she leave?”

“… because of me?!” You wanted to ask, but it remained unsaid as Lucifer and Diavolo looked at each other in surprise. While Lucifer seemed annoyed, Diavolo looked completely amused.

“Oh! She’s sneaky!” Diavolo said and Lucifer shook his head. “Not for long, no.”

You had no idea what they meant by that, your question was ignored but you deduced that SC was still in the Devildom. Lucifer sighed and looked at Mammon, an order resting in his eyes. “Me?! B-but why?!” “Go, now. You wanted to be the one in charge of her, didn’t you?” Mammon growled, but walked towards you to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’ll come back later.” He and Leviathan exchanged grimaces as he left but you noticed the quick check he did of his younger brother, the relief in his eyes too.

Lucifer softly patted Leviathan’s shoulder. “Let’s go, Levi. You need to rest.” When Levi stood up he was surprised to find himself in Lucifer’s arms. The older brother had hugged him, letting him go just to frown in concern. “It’s fine, Lucifer. I feel good, I promise.”

You felt tenderness as you saw the cute scene unfolding in front of you. “Lucifer.” You wanted to reassure him that everything was okay and remind him that he should rest too but he avoided you. “We’ll leave now, Mc. Please, rest too.” Lucifer kissed your forehead too, his eyes looked tired.

“Wait, Lucifer. There is something I have to tell you.” Lucifer looked troubled and if you didn’t know him better, you’d say he seemed fearful. Diavolo took the hint, discreetly taking everyone but Lucifer away, leaving only you and the firstborn in the room. “You should relax, we can talk later.”

“Is it true, Lilith? Did they hurt our brothers?” The voice of the Little demon of pride echoed in your head, and you wondered how long it would be until the real Lucifer pronounce those words. “Not later, it has to be now.” You concluded.

Part 16?ರ⁠_⁠ರ

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[ruhorih4ra]

Hello everyone! It's been a long, loooong time! But now I'm back with the comfort I promised (AND the angst you didn't ask for!)! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, It really wasn't my intention to completely lose my ability to think 👎🏻

Sorry for the grammatical errors (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Get out of my way 🌈

“No! Let me go!” You said, but you were too tired to pronounce the words correctly. You felt drained and on edge.

You lost consciousness for a couple of minutes and then heat ran through your entire body. You felt something insight your bones, surround your core, a smooth voice calling your name. “Shh! Don't worry, MC, everything's fine. I'm here.” Simeon was holding you with a firm grip, his wings covering you from the cold air, the light emanating from his halo was both bright and warm.

You opened your eyes to see a truly angelic sight, the glimmering blue eyes of Simeon. Blue like a clear sky, blue like water after an endless sea of sand. “Simeon.” You cried, hugging him. Clinging to his arms. “Please, help me!” And even if you heard a tiny voice in your head berating you and calling you a pathetic coward, you couldn’t feel anything but relief in the angel’s arms.

Simeon's eyes were beautiful but the shadow of fear clouded his gaze, he could see your desperation, he could feel your panic. As he looked through the darkness of the Devildom, he prepared to combat any demon who even dared to get close to you. He would protect you with his life but, he couldn't feel anything. There weren’t demons around or at least perceptible ones.

“Simeon.” You murmured, “I'm tired.” Your eyelids felt heavy, giving you the appearance of a small child fighting his sleep. He knew it was the adrenaline that was running out, soon the pain from your injuries would take over you too. “It’s okay, take a little nap, you’ll feel better when you wake up.”

Simeon watched how his magic healed your arms, deep scratches turning into little ones. However, he didn’t know how to proceed, but one thing was certain, Lucifer and the prince must be aware of your absence and worried sick too.

“I’ll take you to the house of lamentation, Mc.” As soon as you processed those words, sleep left your body and was replaced with panic. “NO!” Your eyes widened and your grip on Simeon's arms tightened. “No! Don't let me get close to them!!” You cried, ignorant of Simeon’s growing anger. The wrath of an angel, always so cold and dangerous.

Maybe if you weren't so tired you would have noticed how Simeon's muscles tensed. How his eyes lost their warmth and his voice came out bitterly cold. “Did they hurt you?” “No!” You said, shaking your head. “No! They didn't!”

“I did!” You thought and it sank deep into your heart. “I hurt them.” But you couldn't voice that to Simeon, not yet. What would the angel say? What would he do? Leaving you too, that's for sure. Simeon’s anger was exchanged with worry and confusion, but you knew he wouldn't push for answers. “How do you feel now, Mc? Does it still hurts?” He asked, his fingers gently wiping away the tears you hadn’t noticed.

You scanned your body, but unlike a few minutes ago, there wasn't much to see, just light bruises and little scratches. The angel's curative magic had done its job almost immediately and you could only stare in awe. Simeon looked at you but you were absent, if only he could know what had brought you to this state.

“Do you want to go to the castle, Mc?.” You shook your head, this time you didn't panic, instead you seemed sad. “No, please. Take me to Purgatory Hall and let me stay there until I can return home.” You knew Simeon wouldn't deny you that, he was too good for his own good. “Is something happening in the house of lamentation? Why do you need to wait?”

The angel looked at you, identifying what he thought was confusion and surprise, but after a fraction of a second, sadness quickly took over your face. “I mean, when I can go back to the human world.” you murmured, and that's the saddest voice he have ever heard from you.

He knew something was utterly wrong, you had told him that the brothers hadn't hurt you, but your body and soul said the opposite. Why don't you want to see them? Simeon knows how forgiving you are, maybe they did hurt you and you don't want him to get angry.

Why do you want to go back to the human world even if months ago you were reluctant to go. What changed? Even if he wanted to know the truth, he knew what the priority was.

“Let's go then, Mc. You need a warm bath and something nice to eat.” He saw your wary eyes and let escape a small laugh of relief. “Don't worry, Solomon is on a trip.” For the first time in a while, you laughed too.

***

“Let me see them, Simeon.” The angel hadn't seen Mammon wearing an expression so serious and deadly since the war. “No.” He replied, his face kind and composed as it tended to be. Mammon had arrived at the exact moment Simeon had decided to leave.

“Move.” Mammon's voice was devoid of any warmth or consideration, he was giving an order whether Simeon was willing to indulge or not, he couldn’t care less. “Mammon, calm down.” Lucifer arrived, followed by the Prince and Barbatos. Simeon tried not to show his surprise at Lucifer’s poor state, he looked pale, his hair was messy, and his posture was far from ramrod straight.

“You're both hurt. Mammon, Lucifer, what happened?” Simeon had barely asked when Mammon tried to grab him by the neck. He easily eluded the movement and pushed Mammon away with a hand, a swift motion, elegant but firm. “Don't.” Simeon warned.

“Mammon, Mc wouldn't be pleased with this behavior.” Barbatos said as Diavolo firmly squeezed the demon’s shoulder. “Barbatos is right, please calm down.” Mammon brush off Diavolo's hand with little to no manners, something that would have angered Lucifer if the demon of pride wasn’t so desperate too. “Simeon.” Lucifer murmured. “Is Mc safe?”

Simeon held Mammon's gaze, none of them were willing to give in. “They’re safe.” He managed to say and Mammon’s fury decreased a little but not enough to give up. “They are resting in Solomon's room. They don't want to see any of you.” Simeon's eyes found Diavolo's. “Any of you.” He repeated.

“Mc doesn't want to see us?” A hoarse voice asked. Everyone turned to look at the disheveled demon, Satan. The Avatar of Wrath was leaning on Asmodeus’ shoulder, an odd sight given that Asmo wasn't on better condition than the blonde.

“That's not true! They called us through the pact!!” Asmo said, if the desperation in his voice wasn't enough to convey urgency, then his appearance could do the job. His eyes were red and swollen, his clothes were wrinkled and stained and Simeon was sure he could smell blood on them.

“If they called, why didn’t you respond?” The angel asked, his confusion grew with every passing second. Before Asmodeus could respond, the voice of the younger twin did. “They didn’t want us to.” Belphie and Beelzebub arrived together along with Leviathan, the latter was hanging like a sack of potatoes from Beel’s back.

“Lucifer, Levi doesn’t stop shaking. He’s cold.” Lucifer hurried to his brother’s side and took Levi from Beelzebub’s back with a gentleness only he could manage in his exhausted state. “He’s cold-blooded, he’ll be fine.” He said, trying to reassure everybody, although his eyes betrayed him.

Levi was cold, colder than usual. It was true that his brother’s body temperature was low on a daily basis, but this wasn’t the case, his brother was dying. He realized it when he saw the purple fingers of Leviathan, his pale skin and his almost imperceptible breath.

“Leviathan!” He said as he sat down on the floor of Purgatory hall entrance, embracing him as he had once done with his little sister. “Simeon.” Lucifer didn’t have to ask twice, the angel was already at Levi’s side. Both Lucifer and Simeon could see that his lips tried to pronounce your name. “They’re safe, Levi. I’m going to help you now, okay? Don’t worry.” Simeon said, his voice steady but Lucifer didn’t miss the slight tremor in his little finger.

The nerves of everyone were on edge, the prince of the Devildom would panic too if he hadn’t noticed the calm in Barbatos demeanor. The butler was looking attentively at Leviathan’s form but in Diavolo’s eyes it was as if his focus were on Simeon.

“Where is Mammon?” Beelzebub suddenly asked when he noticed the absence of one of his brothers. Everyone scanned the room but the white haired demon wasn’t there. Simeon mentally apologized to you, but continued healing Levi, deciding that you certainly wouldn’t want him to let him die.

***

Simeon had treated you so kindly that you were sure heaven couldn’t be better. The angel was right, a warm bath and a delicious dinner had done the trick, lulling you into a much needed sleep. You woke up alone in Simeon’s bed, vaguely remembering how he had told you that Luke was in the celestial realm for a short period of time before coming back. “I wonder why.” You murmured.

Soon, your thoughts flew to the previous events. The Little D.’s sudden change, Lilith recounting every hurtful thing you did… Lilith. You looked at every corner of the room, expecting to see her at any moment. “Lilith?” You called her in a whisper. Nothing happened, the room was as quiet as before. “Lilith!” You bit your lips. The last thing you had seen of her was a fearful expression while trying to reach your hand. A brief, intrusive thought crossed your mind: perhaps that was the last Beelzebub saw of her too.

You bit on your lip harder. “I’m sorry, Lilith.” You heard a commotion outside the room and found yourself hoping, quickly leaving the bed and reaching for the door. Your hand was on the knob when he spoke. “Mc.” He pleaded. “Are you in there?” He whispered. Although a door was in between, you could hear him as clearly as ever and also feel how he leaned his forehead against it. “Are you okay?” Mammon asked.

“I’m afraid.” He wanted to say. He was so used to being honest around you that it had cost him an actual effort to hold back those words.

“I am.” You murmured, your hand still on the knob, your knuckles stood up due to the force you were applying while gripping the door handle. “I’m okay.” You sobbed. “You don’t sound okay, Mc. Please, let me in.” It was clear that he was trying very hard to speak without falling apart.

“Please, treasure. I’ll do everything you asked me. Okay? I’ll sleep on the streets and I promise you I’ll never seek shelter from the rain.” He said, and now you were sure he was crying, although he half laughed at that last part. “I think my brothers agree that I’m already the lowliest fucker in the Devildom.” He waited for a few moments before continuing. “I sure feel that way when you’re not around.” You let go of the handle and took a few steps back, unsure of what to do. “I’ll go bankrupt too if that’s what you want, I’ll beg. I’m begging you, please Mc.” His voice cracked and he slid to the floor.

For every minute that passed you felt sinking further into misery as you heard Mammon’s muffled sobs. You cried too, reaching for the knob again, and again he interrupted you. “Is it true? Is it true that you don’t want to see us?” He asked. “Yeah, I guess that’s what we deserve.” You heard him move. “I don’t want to, but if this is what ya need.” Mammon said, trying to sound convinced and he was glad that you couldn’t see his face because it would completely ruin his facade.

“I love you, Mc. I know you asked me this before and all I said was-” He remembered his previous attempt, he had felt like a fool ever since then. “Sc told me that you’d prefer honesty and-” He was never that good when it comes to admitting his feelings, even worse when he tries to express them. “Agh!! Fuck, it doesn’t matter what that witch told me now.” He said, your eyebrows furrowed. Had he called her a witch? Did you hear right? “She’s not a bad person, I think you’d like her.”

Mammon laughed softly. “She even helped me practice a couple of times but,” You waited for the demon to continue speaking, to clear up all the confusion that he had created with his awful ability to tangle everything. “I couldn’t do it. I mean, I know it was supposed to be practice, but like, ya know?”

You hit your forehead on the door, it wasn’t on purpose but Mammon was making things more difficult than you could handle at the moment. On the other side of the door, the demon gave a little jump out of surprise. He couldn’t figure out if you were mad or just wanted him to go away.

“I was supposed to practice how to-” He looked at the floor. “How to confess. But I couldn’t do it, she wasn’t you.” He simply said, of course he omitted some things, for example, how Sc lost her patience and started rambling about how ridiculous it was that an immortal being had romantic problems and how stupid he looked and how they don’t pay her enough.

“I love you, Mc.” He said it again as a final goodbye and you waited, an unspoken response dancing on your lips. You wanted to reciprocate, a hug from the real avatar of greed and not from his impostor, his perverse and dangerous impostor. This was your battle, that much you knew but, if you could just hug him one more time, then maybe all the pain you had been through would be worth it.

“Mammon!” You opened the door and quickly ran out of the room. However, given that the poor demon had barely moved, you ended up crashing. Even so, he wasted no time wrapping you in his arms, feeling as if only then he could breath again. He cupped your face before checking your head, your arms, your legs.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t leave but I tried! Did it hurt? Are ya okay?” You nodded but the tears that threatened with spilling out were hard to contain, your whole face turned to one of grieve. “I don’t want you to- I don’t…” You took his shirt with both hands. “I don’t want you to be poor!” You managed to say.

Mammon let out the most relieved laugh you’d heard from him in a long time, and the smile that adorned his face could have convinced Raphael to open the gates of the celestial realm (you definitely would). “Jeez, Mc. I know you wouldn’t want the Great Mammon to be poor. Would ya?” He laughed again, but after a minute, his face turned wary as a light blush appeared.

He was not the avatar of pride, he did not care about losing his dignity, he would gladly surrender to you. He would give you everything he is and will be. He’s not the avatar of wrath or envy. “I’m Mammon, the avatar of greed. All I ever do is wanting, and all I ever want is you. If I can see you smile, even for a fraction of time, I would be the richest demon of all.”

He gave you a sweet, soft kiss, something that felt like a caress, like the touch of sunlight on a cold day. Mammon rested his forehead on yours and closed his eyes. “I love you, Mc!” He said, it surprised him how easily the words escaped him, how right it felt to have you in his arms again, to breath in the smell of your hair and bathe in the warmth of your body.

You couldn’t stop looking at Mammon’s face, how peaceful he seemed, wet face and runny nose, but beautiful nonetheless. You took his cheek on your hand and kissed him again. “I love you too, Mammon.” He didn’t utter a word but you still haven’t said all you wanted. “I love you and I’m sorry for all the things I asked you to do. Please, don’t ever go to that extent for me or anyone.” You searched his eyes only to discover a pair of big, dreamy blue eyes looking at you. “You love me?” His face changed again as another dashing smile appeared. “Yes! Of course you love me!” He hugged you again, excitedly moving you from one place to another. “Hey! Listen to me!”

“I would do all that for you, I don’t care! I’m sorry, I’m a demon after all!” he didn’t stop smiling. “I’m your first! I have to follow your every wish!” You grabbed his hand and forced him to stop. “Would you do something for me, then?” He laughed knowingly and this time his eyes reflected something you had seen before, on rare occasions, but you had seen it. “Yes treasure, I would do anything for you and that includes not going to that extent. Stop worrying, silly human. Don’t you know that you would never let us get to that point?”

“I’m not sure of that.” You tried to move away but Mammon closed the distance again. “I don’t know many things, but I’m sure of this one.” He tilted his head to the side and his eyes searched yours, asking for permission. You closed the distance and kissed him on the lips, your hands reaching for his hair while Mammon’s arms pulled you closer.

You knew you had lots of things to discuss, apologies to give and some others to accept, but right there, in Mammon’s arms, you felt safe and complete. Surely, the uncomfortable conversation could wait.

But happiness is short-lived. Isn’t it?

Part 15? ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

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[ruhorih4ra]

Hey there!

Hope ur ok!

Quick Question: is the Run and Go fic finished? Cause it's so open ended an there hasn't been an update in a bit

Have a pleasant Timezone!

~✨

Hi! ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

Unfortunately, The Run and Go isn't finished yet heheh. I kind of started new wips (I have no self control) and ended up leaving it behind (old same story).

Currently, I'm writing Get out of my way, there are like 2 maybe 3 more chapters left, after that I plan to rewrite The Run and Go since I like the story a lot and I had so much fun with it, so I want longer chapters and maybe better descriptions too.

Thanks for your interest, have a nice day! ❤️

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Hello again! 🐏 This is part 13! It contains violence, angst and horrible descriptions of horrible things (why can't I word things better you ask? I'm tired af, my brain is done.)

You may find lots (and I mean it, lots) of grammatical mistakes and inconsistencies (me translating a sentence in spanish to english even tho I don't know if it makes sense xDD upsi).

Get out of my way 🌈

You remembered everything at once, their faces, your own feelings of agony. There was an essential question waiting to be answered. Are these little D.’s here because of your corrupted soul or, maybe, have you been corrupted because of them? Does it really matter? You looked at your hands and then at Lilith, she seemed angry.

“Five times this week!! You couldn't be satisfied with any of them!” You didn't like the sound of that. “What are you implying?!” you asked. Lilith didn't hold back, too emotional after having remembered her brothers’ faces of anguish. “You want to hurt them!! That little demon of greed appeared because you can't get enough, no amount of suffering can satisfy you!! You want to hurt them to the point of no return!!” Each word pierced you more than the previous one, you felt caged between the wall and the sword. You had no shield and Lilith was merciless.

“That's not true.” you said, your voice barely perceptible. “Oh but it is! I begged you to stop!” The former angel wanted to say more but noticed the eerie silence and lugubrious atmosphere. She looked at you and guilt washed her over, you had paled and tears streamed down your face. “Mc, no... I'm sorry. Mc I-”

“Is it true, Lilith? Did they try to hurt our brothers?” Both you and Lilith looked towards the voice, Lucifer's voice.

You hadn't noticed how the Little D.s' chattering stopped, now all of them stood up impersonating the brothers. They were looking at you from their place, a few meters away, standing still in complete silence, with their eyes looking through you. “It's getting cold, we should go home.” You tried to ignore them but something felt wrong.

They seemed dangerous, you felt like a prey under their gaze. “Go home? I thought you didn't want to be part of our family? You don't have a home, do you? Not here.” Lucifer said. You knew he wasn't the real one, but it was getting harder and harder to tell. “Hey! Shut up and go back to your nonsense!” Lilith put a brave front, even though she felt weaker than ever before. “They tried to kill Belphie, Lilith!” Beelzebub said. “I Would never do that, Beel!” you replied. Lilith's eyes widened in desperation. “No, no, no!! He's NOT Beel!”

You couldn't even think about moving, your figure engulfed by darkness on a night with no moon. From behind you felt Mammon's breath and his voice whispering in your ear. “Mc? Is it okay now?” You turned around swiftly and Mammon revealed the figure of Leviathan with his mouth severely sewed. He was paler than usual, and the bruises around the stitches gave him an even worse look.

“Levi!!” you pushed Mammon away and warily took Leviathan's arms, caressing his face and tenderly touching his now half scarred lips. “No, no, Levi! Oh my god, Leviathan! Why did you do this?!”

“Mc! He’s not Leviathan, he’s a Little D!” Lilith screamed.

“Hmmf morm.” Levi tried to answer, both the stitches and the blood prevented it. “Shhh!! Don't talk!! Let me help you.” tears running down your face, the tremor of your hands equalling the one in your voice. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated."

Suddenly, Leviathan forced his mouth open, breaking the stitches and covering you with blood. “For you, Mc. I did it for you.” Shock crossed your face and your mouth dropped.

Lilith stared in horror at your worried figure, to her it was obvious that you couldn’t properly distinguish between her brothers and the Little D.s "MC! Levi is safe. He’s not here!” She walked towards you, but before she could reach you, the Little D. of Pride in the shape of Lucifer took her hand, “I have to thank you, dear sister.” Lilith only watched Lucifer, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”

Lucifer laughed before exhaling a satisfied sigh. “We wanted to push them, we wanted to press all their buttons.” He watched intently to Lilith as his smile grew wide. “But who would have guessed? It was you who did it first, our little sister.” Lilith couldn’t shake Lucifer’s grip, couldn’t escape his eyes. She turned her gaze to you, screaming to get your attention. “Mc! Run!”

You cast spell after spell, but Leviathan’s wounds didn’t heal, on the contrary, they got worse. “Levi, don’t worry, it’ll be okay.” You felt Levi’s blood on your face and the smell filled your nostrils. “Your words can’t cure me, they only make me worse.” He said, and you sobbed, trying to speak but only three words came out. “I’m sorry, Levi.” Your tears mixed with the fake blood of the Little D. of envy, if you weren’t so distraught you would have noticed how the eyes of the little demon glowed with joy and amusement.

“Mc! They are the Little D.’s! Mc!” Lilith shouted with all her will, but it was useless. Your unfocused eyes, your shallow breathing, your red and swollen eyes. “Forget it, Lilith. It's too late for them, you couldn't save them, neither you nor your brothers, not even the prince, no one.” Lucifer said.

“Mc?” Beelzebub touched your arm, momentarily distracting you from Levi’s injuries. “Beel?” You replied, narrowing and rubbing your eyes. “Do you know where Belphie is?” Beel asked. Suddenly you did not hear a sound, you saw Lilith scream but everything was in complete silence. You felt your ears clog and an oppressive atmosphere. Beelzebub grabbed your forearm and squeezed it until you screamed. “Ahhh Beel! Stop!” But his grip tightened, his mouth inches away from your ear. “I obeyed you but I’m still hungry.” Your breath was caught in your throat while your heart fought to escape your rib cage. “W-what?” You murmured before hearing a loud thump at your feet. Slowly, your eyes looked at the object that had fallen.

You wanted to scream, to let out the most horrible, painful scream you had ever heard. Instead, no words came out of your mouth. Only the failed attempts to breathe, only tears running down your face. A million shards of glass stabbing your heart, but you couldn’t even move, as Belphie’s head rolled until his lifeless eyes met yours.

“MC! LOOK AT THEM, LOOK AT HIS EYES! THOSE ARE NOT MY BROTHER’S EYES!!” You heard Lilith’s voice like a soft echo even though you knew she was screaming. You wanted to believe her, but right there, looking straight at Belphegor’s eyes, it was clear to you. Belphie’s purple eyes were looking at you, it was him. Not the completely black eyes of a Little D. but the soft purple color and the speck of pink that fades in between. But if they had color that meant that… no, it couldn’t be real.

“Mc!” Lilith shook off Lucifer’s grip and ran towards you, you tried to meet her halfway, weakly raising your hand towards her, but she vanished before you could touch her. A white mist surrounded you, with the fading voice of Lilith calling you. “L-Lilith?” You could not see a thing, your eyes looked into the white fog searching for anything. Unexpectedly, Asmodeu’s face appeared in front of you. Eyes out of his sockets and a smile from ear to ear. “Booh!”

“AAAHHHHHHH!!” you ran into the woods, no matter if you were blindly running into the night, away from the path and safety you knew. Anything was better than this.

Lucifer had gone to a meeting with Diavolo, they were drinking and he was on his second drink of demonus. He wouldn’t be lying if he said he couldn’t stop thinking about you for even a minute. Where were you? Would you ever forgive them? Was it too late for him?

He yearned for your presence, your laugh and the comfort of your smile pressed against his lips. “I should go now, Diavolo.” he tried to get up but a sharp pain shot through his chest, right where the mark of your pact it’s located. Diavolo hadn't heard Lucifer's groans of pain in a while, he was at his friend's side in seconds. “Lucifer!? What's happening!?” The Avatar of pride tore his shirt in a feeble attempt to ease the pain, he looked everywhere searching for you. You were calling him, he could feel you all over the place and then nowhere. “Lucifer!?” Diavolo's voice carried urgency, he could smell the burning skin of Lucifer.

“M-mc is in danger.” Lucifer murmured, trying to breathe. Diavolo cast a glance towards Barbatos, but it was not necessary as the butler was already on his way.

Mammon was laying on your bed waiting for your return when the pain hit him, his chest burning and his back arching painfully until his knees touched his forehead. Although it was paralyzing, Mammon changed into his demon form and quickly left the house of lamentation, frantically looking into the darkness of the devildom’s night. “MC!!!” His voice was desperate, loud and frantic. “Treasure!!” The pain increased and forced him to fall on his knees, but he never stopped calling your name.

Satan watched how Asmodeus’ eyes widened just to quickly close again, how the pupils of the demon of lust dilated as he tried to breathe. “Mc!” Asmo gasped, before falling abruptly. “Asmo!” Satan squatted down but the feeling of your burning pact stopped him, his mind became blurry and from one moment to the next the only thing in his field of vision was the ground. “We have to help them! We…”

You couldn’t see anything, the branches hit your face and scratched your skin to the point of bleeding, but that didn’t stop you. Your legs burned from the effort, you weren’t aware of how much you ran but it didn’t feel like it was enough. “I’m sorry Lucifer!” you screamed, but it wasn’t as loud as you wanted, you were out of breath and the cold air was painful to breathe. “I’m sorry, Levi!” You said. Your legs couldn’t run anymore, but you kept walking, pushing your limits. “I’m sorry, Belphie!” You murmured, no longer moving. “I’m sorry.” You cried.

“I’m sorry, Belphie!” The eyes of the avatar of sloth opened, was it because of the nightmare? Was it because of the intolerable pain in his chest? He didn’t care, he was awake and you weren’t there. He tried to move, but it was impossible, something similar to sleep paralysis. “Mc!!” he cried. “Beel!” he tried again. When he managed to move, the first thing he saw was his twin gasping form, unable to move or pronunce a word. Beelzebub didn’t need to say a word for Belphie to understand, they were feeling the same, you were on danger. You were here with them, you were far away, gone.

Leviathan felt a burning sensation in his chest, fire blazing his skin. However, when he sensed your pact, he felt cold. As if the water seeped into his lungs and sank him into the ocean, cold and alone. And above all that, you. You asking for his help from the surface. “Mc?” Your call through the pacts grew in intensity and the pain did the same.

You wanted to call them, to say sorry and speak the truth. You wanted them to come for you, but at the same time you were afraid. Afraid because you had their lives in your hands and they were ready to give in. No, you couldn’t call them even if that’s what you desired the most.

Something moved behind you, you tried to fight but you were too slow to react. Too slow and too weak, your legs could no longer support you and you fell, who knows where.

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Thanks for reading! ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ I do have something else to say. I have to prepare for my finals and so I won't be able to update for at least a month ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ Having said that... Mc is fine y'all (maybe???), next part it's 75% comfort (maybe?? xD), see you!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

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If ur alive, update👹

(Get out of my way)🥺🥺🥺

Hehe maybe on monday??? I wanted to update more than two pages hon💀

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U alive?

That's correct, yes.

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Good night! 🐏 I came from hell to bring you a slightly unhinged Mc heheh. It's a little bit dark, violent too. (Poquito 🤏🏻)

Also kind of poorly edited jasjajsja

Part 11.

Get out of my way 🌈

Lilith sat down and patted the ground beside her. “Sit down with me, please.” You obeyed and silently prepared for what you knew would come next. “Lili-” She raised her hand. “Four.”

Thursday

The self proclaimed yucky otaku followed you like a second shadow, he didn’t try to approach you or something of the sort, he was just there. Admittedly, that was surprising, Leviathan had left his comfort zone to come everyday to RAD and attend as a normal student would.

“I didn’t remember Levi being so shy, it’s kind of cute.” Lilith was walking beside you but her eyes were on her brother.

You decided to tease Levi a little. “Fancy meeting you here, Levi. I thought you would be stuck in your bed.” His eyes lit up, he seemed happier than ever. “Ah, I thought you would stay in the house of lamentation since Lucifer gave you a free week but then you weren’t there and I had to come and made sure you were saf-” He started rambling at an incredibly fast pace, nervously playing with his hands and avoiding eye contact. “Leviathan.” You cut him off and he flinched, you had called him by his full name again. “I’m sorry. It must be annoying to hear a useless shut-in otaku like me.”

“It is. It is pretty annoying.” You said indifferently. Leviathan wasn’t expecting that. You always reassured him and showered him with kind words, this time you seemed cold and distant. “Leviathan?” You called him, he couldn’t meet your eyes, too afraid to see repulsion in them. “Y-yes, Mc?”

Lilith grumbled and shook her head. “No, no, no. Forget it. Just ignore him, please?” You could have obeyed Lilith and ignore Leviathan, let his harassment pass you by like water flowing in a river, but the truth was that you wanted to irk him. Your second player, who left you when no longer needed you. “Should I sew your mouth? Can’t you understand that nobody cares about whatever you have to say?”

Lilith gasped and balled her delicate hands into fists. Levi’s gaze didn’t leave the floor, he knew your sadistic side, it would be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy it. However, this was different. You were different. You got closer to him, waiting to meet his eyes. “What are you waiting for? Go back to the hole of pity you came from, Leviathan.”

You weren’t expecting what happened next, but he met your eyes. “I know you don’t mean it.” He said. Curious, you always tried to comfort Levi. Always trying to improve his non-existent self-esteem through compliments, and every time, he was quick to dismiss them and insult himself instead. Yet, the one time you tried the opposite, he refused to acknowledge it.

“I know you’re mad and I deserve it, but,” You took Levi’s hand in yours, interrupting him. “I mean it, every single word. I assure you.” You smiled at him. “You’re going back to your room in this instant and you won’t come out until someone comes looking for you, let’s see how much they care.” Leviathan felt a rush of magic creeping up his spine and forced him to move, an order, you had given him one. “M-mc?”

When Leviathan was out of sight, you murmured, knowing full well that you were acting like a jerk. “You don’t seem too preoccupied, Lilith.” She shook her head disapprovingly. “My brothers love Levi, he won’t be trapped for too long.” Maybe Leviathan’s refusal to believe you had provoked you, maybe you were tired, but you felt no satisfaction. Instead, you felt the need to hurt him even more. “Maybe I should order them all to let him rot, how fun would that be?” The former angel’s head slowly turned towards you, her eyes analyzing you from head to toe. “Hahaha! Just kidding. You don’t know how to take a joke, do you?”

“‘You don’t know how to take a joke, do you?’ That’s what you said.” “Okay, okay, you win. Stop.” You got up and paced from one place to another. “You’re exaggerating, they’re demons. Are they supposed to get hurt by a few insults?” You were trying to convince yourself but Lilith’s presence proved to be effective. You turned your back on her, you could no longer deny what you had done, but at least you could try. “I did it because I was hurt, but I never crossed the line they crossed.” You confronted her again. “What do you have to say about that, uh?”

Lilith didn’t stutter, her face had gradually lost all traces of warmth and kindness. “I’m not here to save them. I’m here to save you.” She walked with determination, something changed in her features and you knew what she remembered.

When she spoke, her voice came out strained. “You almost crossed it, remember?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but your resolve was crumbling. “Not even close.” You responded with hostility.

Lilith lift her hand. “Five”

Friday.

“Hey! Don't pretend to be asleep! I know you're awake!” You nudged the demon of sloth but he didn't drop the act. “Belphegor!! Stop! I don't want to find you lurking in my dreams again, you hear me?” Finally, he opened one eye slightly and replied with not much interest. “I'm not 'lurking'. You're just dreaming of me... you’re welcome.” He smirked and you felt the sudden urge to strangle him. You'd have if it weren’t for Lilith's laugh.

She was looking at her brother fondly. “He never changes! I miss him so much!” She was playing with Belphie's hair and you found a twisted amusement at the thought of the younger brother being unable to see his dear sister even though they were so close.

You also remembered Belphegor's face on a bad day, when he dreams of that fateful day. The way his face contours to display the most pure expression of pain and suffering. How he hugged you with uncontrollable shaking. “It hurts like the first day. It hurts so much and never stops.” He barely takes a breath when he sobs again. “I miss her, I miss her so much. I can’t even say her name.”

You swallowed and felt sick. Why would I enjoy Belphie's pain? You, who loved him so much that willingly put your own life in danger just to free him. What's wrong with me? Intrusive thoughts were invading your mind, maybe you were becoming a horrible person, perhaps the brothers knew what they were doing when they replaced you.

He was looking at you with sleepy eyes and a yawn escaped him as you announced. “I'll go then.” as soon as you spoke he got up, sleep quickly leaving his body. “Wait! Don't go!” you wanted to put some distance between your pain and his, it was ironic but you wanted to protect him.

When you turned around, you bumped face to chest with Beelzebub, he was arriving to the attic with his hands full of snacks. “Are you okay? I'm sorry.” You tried to leave but he was determined to block the way. You looked at him, he pretended to be clueless, an act that seemed almost innocent in him. “Beelzebub?” you questioned. First, he seemed surprised, but guilt took over when he refused to let you go.

“They want to apologize, Mc! Please have compassion!” Lilith said, alternating glances between you and Beelzebub.

“Don't go, you need to sleep well or you'll get cranky.” Belphie took your hand. “I would sleep well if SOMEONE wouldn't show up uninvited to MY dreams!” You let go of his hand. Beelzebub, who had been quiet until that moment, tried to calm the growing tension. “Mc, I brought you your favorite snack. Let's eat together, please?” You saw the snacks and a current of indignation traveled through your body. You took one of the bags and showed it to the ginger. “These are not my favorites! These are Sc's favorites!!”

Before Beelzebub could answer, his twin was already protecting him. “He wasn't talking about those, silly.” Belphie took another bag and showed it to you. “Well, I don't want it.” You said, hiding the embarrassment of your assumption.

“Now you're only being petty” You and Belphie exchanged grimaces while Beel intercepted again. “It's okay if you don't want to be with us, MC.” even if his smile was gone and you could see his puppy eyes looking at the floor. “But you have to eat, you seem skinnier.”

“Mc! Look at them! Please, have mercy!” Lilith begged. It was then you knew you had to leave the room, because even Lilith's sad face was inciting you to go on a rampage.

“It's okay? Nice, get out of my way then.” You said to Beelzebub, tapping your foot anxiously. “Oh please! Those are Sc's favorites and these are yours!” Belphie said, he handed you the bag but you refused to take it. “Beelzebub.” You knew the gigantic demon was close to give in.

“Take it!!” Belphie said, irritated and you obeyed. You took the bag just to throw it back at him. “Give it to Sc, you spoiled brat!” Belphie's eyes widened, frowning with something that seemed close to incredulity. “What? Did it hurt? I hope not enough to suffocate you!” Everyone went silent and in that short period of time you wondered "Where is Sc?"

“Mc! Stop! Please, won't you listen to me??” Lilith's pleas were gradually becoming more desperate. Belphegor seemed to have lost all his will to fight, silently looking at the floor. You would have been stuck staring at him, if not for Beelzebub, who took your hand. “What's wrong MC? What's happening?” you looked at him dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”

“Those things, I know you wouldn't say that unless something was wrong.” He seemed sure of himself, eyes full of resolve and faith. “Nothing is wrong.” You wanted to cry but tears wouldn't fall. “I love you, MC. We all love you. You protected us and I want to do the same.”

You held his gaze for a few moments, a lump forming in your throat the longer you looked into his eyes. “Could you please...” your voice broke mid-sentence. “Could you please repeat that?” Beelzebub took your face in his hands. “We love you. I love you.” you felt Beel's lips kissing your cheeks, his fingers wiping your tears. “Hey! I'm still here you know?” Belphie said.

As Belphie took Beelzebub away to scold him and rant about egoism and the pros of sharing, you stumbled away in distress. “Lilith?? I can't.” your voice sufficiently low to avoid the twins' ears. “Mc? What's wrong? You can't what?” Lilith murmured, even though nobody but you could actually hear her. You furrowed your eyebrows. “I-I can't feel anything.”

Your sadness quickly turned into rage and this time the twins noticed immediately. “Mc?” Belphie asked. You looked at them with hate. “It's their fault, I lost my soul because of them!”

“Mc! Please, dear. Listen to them!” Lilith stood in the way. Beelzebub took the arm of Belphie, apparently convincing him to give you time and distance. You took advantage of that brief moment to speak to Lilith.

“Say please one more time and I swear for your dear father that I'll order Beelzebub to chop his twin’s head here and now.” Lilith's eyes widened, even though she was a spirit, she could have sworn her pulse increased, you didn't look or sound like yourself. Your soul wasn't bright and warm, it was gray and cold.

Your eyes were consumed by your own hatred. Lilith tried to find a sparkle of mercy in them, but she averted your eyes before drowning in that cruel ocean. “Understood, dear?” you mocked her and she simply nodded.

You were ready to leave but something stopped you, Beelzebub had taken your arm. “Mc, I know you probably don’t want to hear me say this, but I’ll always be there to save you.” you laughed. “Oh please, what could you possibly know about sav-” “No! Please!” Lilith tried to push you, she knew it would be impossible for her but the impulse to help her brother was stronger than logic.

You stumbled back not due Lilith's phantasmal push but because Beelzebub’s anguished face. You didn't say the whole thing, but Beel wasn't an idiot, he knew what you meant. “Let them go Beel, we don't need a petty lousy human.” Belphegor pulled Beelzebub’s arm. “We have Sc after all.”

You felt as if someone was taking the air out of your lungs, a sharp pain in your chest impossible to describe. At least you had Belphie to thank, you still had a soul, a heart to break.

Belphegor knew he had ruined it as soon as he saw your trembling lip. It wasn't his intention to hurt you again, he was just annoyed by your bratty attitude. He loved you, why would he sneak in your dreams if not? He made sure to fabricate the most beautiful dreams he could think of, putting your favorite things in them just so you could be comforted. Do you even know how much energy that costs? But he did it for you. Only for you.

But as soon as he or one of his brothers appeared you would wake up. Why? Do their mere presence repulse you? Did you stop loving them so easily?

Belphie tried to get closer, but Beelzebub blocked his path, facing his brother and giving you his back. “Beel, what are you doing?” Belphie asked bewildered, the demon of gluttony didn't utter a word, only looked at the floor.

While their wills fought, your anger grew and with it the desire to harm them. It was so prominent that you felt the urges of vomiting, your head felt heavy and your vision blurry. Lilith tried to take your hand, but it disappeared when she touched you. “Oh no, Mc, this is wrong. We have to go.”

You turned your attention to Lilith and spoke in a cold, calculating voice. “What did I tell you was going to happen if you said ‘please’ again?” Lilith was confused, trying to recall your previous words.

Slowly, the eyes of your ancestor widened while a lump formed in her throat. She knew she was dead, there was no uncertainty about that. However, she could feel herself dying again, her breath caught in a silent prayer. Your soul was as black as she had never seen before and the color of gold danced in your eyes while your smile became similar to that of a Little D. “Beelzebub.” You said, still looking at Lilith, studying her every move. “Are you hungry?” You asked, a little laugh escaping your lips.

Lilith knew it wasn’t logical, but she was growing dizzy, weaker. “NO! I’M SORRY! DON’T!” She drowned in her own words. “MC!” She cried, standing with open arms before Beelzebub.

Beelzebub felt it before he even saw it, a shiver ran down his spine and when he finally looked at you, all his alarms went off. “I’m not.” He said, shielding Belphie from you. The action didn’t go unnoticed and only fueled your rage. “Hahaha, are you protecting Belphegor from me? A demon protecting another demon from a human… how unsual.”

Lilith was hitting your chest, crying desperately. “Beelzebub, you do look hungry.” You said in a melodic voice. Beel couldn’t believe what was happening, not again. He was being forced to choose between you and his twin. You hadn’t utter a threatening word but he could sense your intentions. You read him like an open book, his eyes, his posture, everything.

“Don’t worry, I’m not like your coward little brother.” You answered sharply before turning around and leave the room, this time no one tried to stop you.

Belphegor fell to the ground and silent sobs came out of him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Mc.”

Beel was left standing, a vicious feeling of emptiness that he has known all his life set in, but this time it wasn’t in his stomach, but in his heart.

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Part 10!

Get out of my way 🌈

Lilith seemed unfazed by your surprised face. “Don't look at me like that, everybody has little outbursts from time to time,” you argued. “You made my brother cry like a baby!”

“Firstly, Mammon cries like a baby all the time. Secondly, he made me cry first!” You tried to escape Lilith’s reprimand but the Little D.’s were too engrossed in the sales of the Little D. of Greed to help you out.

“My brother was willing to sell his car for you!” “Pffft oh what a big sacrifice! You know what? I was willing to give my life for him.” With that, both you and Lilith decided to finish the argument. Neither of you felt even an ounce of satisfaction.

“I still think that’s not enough for that little bastard to show.” You signaled the Little D. of Greed with a brief movement of your chin. The long haired woman sighed while raising two fingers. “Two.”

Tuesday.

For better or worse, you shared a fair amount of courses with Satan. Every time you felt his eyes on you, you'd turn to face him only to watch him quickly look away. That repeated until the last class was over and you could head to the library. “Mc, wait!” you were quick to dismiss him. “Whatever you have to say can wait.”

Unfortunately the blonde demon was more stubborn than you thought, discreetly following you without arguing further. “Stop. What are you doing?” Satan's face was emotionless. “Are you talking to me? I'm going to the library.” He replied. “So that's how it's gonna be.”

You turned around, changing your plans. Immediately, the sound of other shoes heading in the same direction as you made you stop. Without turning around, you peeked out of the corner of your eye. “I thought you were going to the library.” “Not anymore.” Satan said.

“I can always just teleport somewhere you can't follow.” he didn't seem too preoccupied by your statement and his next words showed you why. “I can always follow the trace of your magic too.” a scowl appeared on your face, it gradually deepened as you felt irritation arise. “No, no you can't.” He seemed to be fighting with himself before accepting defeat.

“There is something you should know.” suddenly, a dense black mist spread across the hallway and from that mist the black shape of Satan appeared. “If I say I'm sorry enough times, would you forgive me, kitten?”

“No way! Just leave me alone, you little jerk!” You said. “How did you-What?” You understood that Satan had mistakenly received the insult but you didn’t bother to correct him. Being forced to live around seven selfish demons and their little dumb imitators was exhausting, you didn’t care about pretending anymore.

“Mc! Please! What do we need to do?!” you’ve never seen him like this, so desperate and helpless. “What do you want me to do!?” you looked around, wondering why Lilith wasn't bugging you to forgive her brothers. “What are you looking for?” Satan asked you, nothing ever escapes him.

“You're very perceptive, aren't you? How come that you never noticed how bad I felt?” He opened his mouth and closed it almost immediately, he did the same at least three more times. Eventually, he closed his eyes and began speaking at a very slow pace. “Listen to me, Mc. I don't care about Lucifer.” you frowned, looking at him in confusion. “And?” “I don't care what Lord Diavolo wants either.” He didn't stop looking at your eyes as he spoke, but his words made no sense to you.

“And you’re telling me this because?” your irritation was escalating. He seemed troubled and you knew he was fighting with himself, whether he cares for Lucifer's opinion or not, it looked like this particular time he was on his side. “Because I care for you! And right now it doesn't seem right to tell you this but you have to trust me!” He took each of your arms with his hands, waiting for a response.

“I don't have to trust you, and honestly I don't get why I should.” You shook off his grip. “Why don't you go to Sc, I'm sure she must be waiting for you.” Satan's mask was slowly cracking but you didn't notice.

“Mc, please. Please let me explain it better.” Satan tried really hard to keep his composure, but the way you brushed him off hurt. He scratched his hair, pacing back and forth, breathing and counting to ten. “I think I'll pass, I have things to do.” “No, no, please listen.”

“See you, Satan.”

“NO! LISTEN TO ME!” The floor crushed when he walked towards you, he had changed into his demon form. You backed away from him, surprised and frightened by the sudden outburst of anger. You hadn't been the source of it in so long.

He was at your side in seconds, grabbing your arm with one hand while roughly grabbing your chin with the other. “WE ARE TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!!”

Your whole body was shaking, your eyes had closed on instinct. You could feel Satan's messy breath on your face. The more time you refused to talk, the tighter his grip became.

You filled your lungs with air before facing him. “Protect me from whom? Protect me from...you?” his face lost all its anger and he walked away from you in two strides.

“No! I was trying to…” He looked at your arm and then his hands, he was distraught. He couldn’t believe how little it took him to reach a breaking point, how little he could take before hurting you, even if it wasn’t his intention. You’re better off without him and the mark on your arm was proof of that. “I should have known better since the very first time you threatened me.” You said, your voice was low but steady.

A quick glance at you shattered Satan’s resolve, he wanted to protect you, but what greater danger is out there, if not him? “You’re right. I’m sorry, I won’t bother you anymore.” He murmured, but he didn’t make the effort to leave, just stayed there trying to force his legs to obey him. “Would you let me take care of that?” He said, incapable of simply walk away.

“No.” You said sharply. You healed your arm easily, no more than a touch and the bruise was gone. Satan’s amazement was visible, his eyes were full of admiration and respect. He knew about the raw magic inside you, but to see the progress you made in such a short time helped him understand what he feared most. “I guess you don’t really need us anymore.”

You averted his eyes and sighed, if he could know how miserable you feel without them. “I suppose not.” After a while you turned around and left him there, and if he let a couple of tears fall, at least there were no witnesses.

“What?! How do you know that!? You weren’t even there!” You said and Lilith shrugged. “That’s not the point.” Your ancestor looked at the distance, her gaze lost in the darkness of the Devildom’s sky.

“Why didn’t you try to stop me as you usually do?” She seemed tired. “I wasn’t there!” You still had doubts about how exactly she had found about the incident with Satan, but you decided to change the subject.

“Where were you?” She cleared her throat nervously. “I was busy with your little demons, they’re getting stronger.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Mammon and Satan had it coming, so…” “Tsk tsk tsk, Mc.” Your jaw dropped. Did Lilith just Tsk me? Lilith wagged her finger disapprovingly. “There is more” She raised three fingers.

“Three.”

Wednesday

“For the last time, Asmodeus, I don’t want you to paint my fucking nails!” You removed your hand from his once again, after multiple attempts from Asmo. “But Mc! I chose this color specifically for you!” He whined and protested. “Leave my room, now!”

The corner of his eyes filled with unshed tears. “Mc, please don’t be mad with me anymore!” You got up from bed and opened the door. “Out. Now.” He didn’t move, instead he hugged himself and bit his lips. “I just… you know what it means to me.”

You did remember what it means, Asmo told you painting the nails of his brothers gave him comfort, it also showed that they were a family. He told you doing the same for you was a way of showing that you were part of the family too.

It was comforting, but you were too blinded with disappointment to properly care. “Tell me why.” You murmured, already savoring your next words. Asmodeus frowned. “What?” He asked, confused.

“Don’t.” Lilith appeared behind Asmodeus. “Please, don’t.” You sighed and rolled your eyes, but indulged. “Forget it, Asmodeus. Just leave.” The demon shook his head and changed his pose. “Don’t call me by my full name!” He whined. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, Mc!”

You spit a short laugh before getting close to him, something that caught him off guard but he didn’t complain. “Why would I ever want to be seen as part of your family?” He backed off, hurt evident on his face. “You’re not Mc.” He said shakily.

He looked at you again and was horrified. “Mc we need to do something. What happened to you, hon!? Oh don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright, dear.”

You were more confused with each passing moment, looking at him in awe. “Excuse me, what?” He hugged you but it didn’t last, you broke the hug as fast as possible. “It was you, you happened.” You snatched the things he’d brought and promptly threw them out of your room. “I don’t want to see your face again, it disgusts me. Understood?” You said before closing the door in his face.

“He cried a lot that night.” Lilith’s face of anguish was hard to ignore. “You’re pitying them too much, Lilith.” She shook her head, moving her hands with exasperation, signaling to nowhere. “He covered all of the mirrors in his room!” Lilith shouted, and you felt guilty, you hadn’t given that much thought to your actions and it seemed that your brain was trying to ignore the damage that your words had caused. “I guess I did overdo it a bit”

“A bit?”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“No.”

“There is more?”

“There is more.”

“Fuck.”

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Heeey!! It's been a while uh part. 9 ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ So, this chapter it's a flashback (most of it) to explain what happened during the week and how Mc gain another little D.

I had to split the chapt because it was longer than I thought (again).

Get out of my way 🌈

A week has passed since last time and things had certainly changed. “Don't worry, Lilith. That won't be necessary, Lilith.” The former angel was furious, however you couldn't really concentrate in her words.

“Look, man, I don't want to brag but this one is the Future King of the Devildom’s fountain pen,” a Little D. with yellow horns and gold chains declared, he was surrounded by the other Little D.'s “and I'm asking the reasonable price of 100, 000 grimms.”

You snorted, “I don't have enough.” while you checked your wallet Lilith rushed to your side with an expression of incredulity. “Is that what you’re worried about?!” “I need to return that, otherwise Lucifer's gonna kill me.” Lilith massaged her temples. “Lucifer, the one who let you skip a week of school so you could look for 'something'?” “He did that because he felt guilty!”

“He also took your council work out of guilt.” “Yes.” You answered without hesitation. “He plays your favorite song on the piano every night for the very same reason.” “Well...” “He's been moving his agenda to invite you out because of...” You stopped Lilith, frantically moving your hands in front of her to refrain her from talking further.

“Okay, okay. I get it, poor Lucifer, nobody loves him.” You mocked Lilith and she glared at you. “What I want to know is why? Why is that Little D. here?” The eyebrows of Lilith arched and she smiled ironically. “You're kidding, right?”

“What? No! Of course not! What have I done to be considered greedy? Nothing!” Lilith raised her hand and moved all her fingers playfully before lowering all but one.

“One”

Monday

After the fight and what felt like the most tense breakfast of your life, you decided not to push your luck any further and attend your classes as you normally would. That hadn't changed, you still share each class with at least one brother.

It was driving you crazy, you felt a pair of eyes constantly stalking you and every time you turned to see you would find the pitiful gaze of one of them. “Poor Beel! Look at him!! Look!! Oh no!!” now you had to endure not only the puppy eyes of the seven demons but also the constant words of Lilith pitying them.

Your last class was Curses and Mammon had decided to sit beside you. “M-mc, Would ya lend me your pen?” “Sure.” you passed him the pen without sparing a glance. “T-thanks.” After less than five minutes he spoke again. “Mc... would ya lend me your eraser?” “Here.” Same as before, you passed the eraser without looking at him.

“Uh, Mc?” You sighed, rubbing your face. “What is it this time, demon?” You waited but there was no response until you turned to look at him. He seemed afflicted, your first impulse was to ask if he was okay, if something had hurt him.

He said something unintelligible and so you leaned closer to hear him. “What?” “Please, treasure. Please call me Mammon.” He smiled, it conveyed pure sadness. You quickly turned away and averted his eyes. “...”

By the time the class ended you had everything ready to walk away as fast as possible. “Mc!” “What do you want?” Mammon had recovered a little and seemed much happier. “Let's walk home together.” “No, I'll just teleport.” He looked at the floor, trying to come up with an excuse as to why he needed to go with you.

“Pleaseeeeee, Mc??” Lilith clasped her hands together and blinked repeatedly until you sighed and extended your hand to Mammon. “Fine.” You were taken aback, he seemed as happy as that time you gave Goldie back. He took your hand and got closer to you, still smiling. “Why are you so happy?” Unexpectedly Mammon answered you without his usual nervousness. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s ‘cause I’m with you.”

“Isn't he in charge of Sc?” You heard the muffled sound of the Little D.’s voices and your smile faltered. “Where is she?” another small demon whispered. “Ugh! Stop!” Lilith tried to silence them but your demons were too loud. You put some distance between you and Mammon, but he pretended not to notice and closed the gap again. “I am the magician, Mc…Heed my words! Open the way forward and create a path where there was none!”.

The house of lamentation stood tall before you. You'd to remove Mammon's hand since he was reluctant to let you go. “This was a one time thing, okay? Do not ask me to do it again.” before you could go, he grabbed your arm and forced you to see him. “Punish me.” His demeanor was serious, there wasn’t a single hint of mockery.

The air was cold and strong, dancing around the bushes and sneaking in through your clothes. The only sound coming from the crickets. “What?” “Punish me.” You shook your head. “I am not Lucifer, Mammon. This is ridiculous.” You couldn't leave, Mammon's grip prevented you from moving. “I'll accept everything.” “Everything?” He nodded, eagerly and solemn. “Let's break our pact.”

You saw how his face gradually changed, from shocked and confused to panicked and devastated. “Treasure...” There was a questioning tone in the nickname. “You said you would do everything.” he couldn't hold back anymore, tears streaming down his face one after another. The sight broke your heart again and your hand itched as you fought the desire to wipe away his tears. “I don't want to do that, please.” His voice cracked and you bit your lips, trying hard to maintain your face dry. “Please.” He hugged you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. “Please, Mc.”

It wasn't your intention to go that far, breaking the pacts would affect you too. The mere thought of doing so terrified you, but that's why you knew the effect your request would have on them. “It doesn't matter if it hurts you, if it hurts them too.”

“Now there is only empty space where my love used to be.” the phrase came back to you, brought you back to the moment and let you reevaluate your actions. Hesitantly you caressed Mammon's hair, he hugged you more but neither the sniffling nor the begging stopped. “Stop crying, Mammon.”

“Take my kitchen duty for three months.” You finally said. He abruptly stopped and stood up straight, looking at you. The light was slowly returning to his eyes. “Yes, don't ya worry!”

“That’s all?” The Little D. of envy seemed personally offended. “Pathetic.”

In a swirl of black mist, the little D. of pride transformed to personify Lucifer and theatrically spoke. “Ask for more!” You hummed. “Bathe Cerberus for me.” Mammon didn't hesitate, nodding and playfully saluting like a soldier. “YES, SIR.”

“More!” the smile of the Little D. of wrath widened. “Shut up!!!” Lilith tried to stop them but they quickly ran away from her. “Give me your credit card.” you said nonchalantly, extending your open palm towards Mammon. “Go-Goldie?” Mammon said. You faintly heard Lilith’s reprimand too.

“Yes, Goldie.” you rolled your eyes. The Little D. of Envy was giving you a shoulder massage while the Little D. of Gluttony murmured words of encouragement. “Ask for more, you deserve it, go for it.”

“He-Here.” Mammon handed you the credit card, a little bit reluctant. You took the card from his hand and smiled to him, but the smile he returned was somehow strained. “What? You don't want to?” you asked.

Lilith stood in front of you. “Mc! That's enough!” unfortunately, the Little D. shaped as Leviathan took her wrist. “Get lost sweetheart. They decide when it’s enough.”

“Bah! Of course I want to!” Mammon said. You started playing with the credit card, folding it carelessly. He made the gesture of taking it, but stopped when he saw your face. “Just take care of her. Y-ya know she’s kinda fragile.”

“More!” “You deserve more!” “Remember what he did! How he treated you!” The chorus of the little demons continued. Something wrong was happening, you felt the influence of those small monsters on you, but more than that, you felt empty. “Hurt him as much as he hurt you!”

“Sell your car.” your voice was cold and apathetic. “My... my car?” you knew the sentimental value it had, the effort he did to get it. “Your Demonio 666 Lexura.” You emphasized every syllable. “It’s either that or breaking our-” “No! I'll sell my Demonio.” He seemed frightened, nervous to even consider the option of letting you go.

Tears started gathering in your eyes, you didn't understand why? Why was the void growing? No matter what you asked for or what he gave, you were not satisfied. “Mc? Why are you crying?” he tried to touch you but you brushed his hands off. “No! This is your fault! Nothing you ever do will make it up to me! Can’t you see?” you brought both hands to your chest, where it hurt. “Treasure?”

“Don't call me that!! I want you to lose everything, I want you to sleep in the streets without shelter from the rain! I want you to be the lowliest fucker in all of the Devildom. I want you to go bankrupt, to beg for even a single grimm!” You screamed so fast and loud that it took you a few minutes to control your breathing.

Mammon was speechless, his eyes wide open, the only sound he could hear was the beating of his own heart. “Get out of my way, demon!” you pushed him aside but he remained the same. “What have we done?” he thought, still processing what he had seen.

Mammon gulped, something had caught his eye, something that felt like a punch in the stomach. Like walking barefoot on broken glass. Was it his imagination? It had to be, you're so kind and forgiving. You're like an angel, so pure. Then again, he recalled the cloudy light he had seen in you.

A moment ago, didn't your soul seem... corrupted?

Pt.11

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Hey! What do you mean it's not monday? ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ heheh I'm sowy but in my defense this part it's longer.

I also noticed that I don't have a clear format (What can I say? I'm a pathetic disaster) (okay I'll fix it later).

This part it's mostly a conversation with grandma, yessss it's angsty. Takes place after part 7

Get out of my way 🌈

“Hello, I'm Lilith!”

The kitchen sank into silence, it felt more like you were being buried in the graveyard rather than sitting beside the warm oven. The four Little D.'s looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ooh, Mc! Why are you so terrified?” “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” your scared and doubtful gaze left Lilith and turned to the Little D.'s “Y-you don't see her?” “Who?” the tiny black shadow showed incredible bewilderment. “Oh, come on! They're just trying to deceive you!! Of course they can see me!”

One thing was certain, she looked like an angel, her hair was so long it nearly touched the floor and her skin seemed smooth as silk. Although her voice was exasperated and there was a grimace on her face, she was beautiful.

“You're losing your mind, Mc.” The Little D. of wrath shook his head, wiping away a nonexistent tear. “Oh, you... You dummies!” Lilith took each cheek of the Little D. face and stretched it to comical limits. “SEE? I'M REAL!!”

“Heheh” “H-help!!” “The fridge is empty!” “Hey! Let him go!” The Little D.'s charged towards Lilith to no avail, she pushed them away with nothing more than a wave of her hand. “Mc, you don't have to be afraid anymore.”

“Mc?”

You had taken advantage of the ruckus to run towards your room as fast as your legs let you. “I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy, I'm sane. My brain is well and...” “Mc!!” You turned your face to see Lilith chasing you followed by four small black clouds. “Why are you running?!” “I may be crazy, I may be insane.”

As soon as you opened the door of your room you closed it again. You remained facing the wooden door, trying to calm your heart and the trembling of your hands. “You know I can walk through walls, right?” You heard Lilith's voice from behind.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” You turned around and for a moment she reminded you of Lucifer, hands on hip and a slight frown on her immaculate face. “You really are Lilith.” “Yes.” she simply replied.

“Hey you! Their soul is ours! You can't take it!!” “That's right! If you want it you'll have to fight!” That being said, the Little D. of wrath took the shape of Satan. His fangs grew to at least twice their normal size and his face contorted into a macabre smile. His eyes grew too long, giving the impression of slits tearing through the skin.

The Little D. of gluttony changed into Beelzebub's form, his eyes morphed to resemble those of a fly. His back hunched and his jaw hung open unbelievably wide, revealing multiple teeth arranged in a circle, as if he had several mouths hidden one after another.

The Little D. of envy took Leviathan's form, snakes came out of his mouth and eyes, while his whole body gained scales, some of them looking as sharp as a sword.

The tiny demon with blue horns changed to impersonate Lucifer, nothing too creepy, though his eyes were red, redder than you’d ever seen them before.

“W-wait!” You fell backwards, a single drop of Beelzebub's saliva met the floor and the wood screeched as it disintegrated. “Now, let's get started.” Lilith rolled her eyes, straightened up, and extended an arm. “Bring it on.”

Two hours later, you were looking at the “fight” with skeptical eyes.

“You were such an ugly kid. When you played in the sandbox the cat kept covering you up!” “Oooohh!!!” “HAHAHA!!” The Little D.s high-fived each other, they had maintained their monstrous appearance but their attitude completely ruined their facade.

“Well! You're so ugly, you've to sneak up on the mirror!” Lilith said while sticking out her tongue. “Hahah nice!” “Not cool.”

“You're so ugly your father wanted to erase you from existence!” “Dude.” “Oooooohhhhh!!!” “Too soon” The gasp of indignation that Lilith blurted out was loud enough to take you out of your meditations. “Hey! Back me up!” “Why? They started this ‘fight’ so you wouldn’t kick their ass in a real one.”

The Little D. of envy tried to put a hand on your mouth but you had already spilled the beans. “Jeez, Mc. You can be a real pain in the aaaaahhhhh” Lilith took them from the hat one by one until she had them all. “If you’ll excuse us, we need a private talk.”

She threw them out the window as far as she could, very surprisingly. “You have the arm of your brother.” “Thank you!” The room was filled with silence, neither Lilith nor you knew how to start and you were too tired to think correctly.

“Mc.” You looked at Lilith, she was struggling to find the right words. “They miss you.” You said in an attempt to avoid awkward silences. “I miss them too.” She replied. “Is that why you are here?” The lilac eyes of Lilith widened in surprise, if you squinted you could see a certain level of offense too. “Of course not! I'm here for you!”

“Ha! You say that but go on, tell me what you want me to do!” Lilith felt caged, your normal kind personality was gone and even if she could see a smile on your face, it was sardonic and fake. “No? You won't ask me to help them this time? That's a relief, last time I did I found a pair of hands around my neck and certainly not in a pleasant way.”

Lilith —who was wearing a simple and loose white dress, more fitting for a spring day than Devildom weather— seemed taken aback by your words. Her pale skin only made the blush more noticeable. “Oh come on grandma, I'm living proof that you're not as innocent as you seem.”

“Okay, first of all, don't call me grandma. Second, I came here for you. I came to help you.” The frown on your face didn't budge. Lilith sighed before speaking again. “Why are you so suspicious?”

“Oh, I don't know, maybe I’ve been attacked by little demons that want to eat my soul. Perhaps I'm on the verge of insanity and I'm only imagining the ghost of my ancestor. Who knows?” Before Lilith could reply, you spoke again, louder.

“Maybe I was replaced and betrayed by the people I love and trust the most.” Lilith's gaze followed the single tear that escaped from your eye, with her eyes still glued on it she replied. “They did not replace you.” “Of course not! They just forgot about me and found someone else to do the things we used to do!” You spit harshly.

“I-I know you're mad, but please, don't take it out on me.” Lilith sounded so sad and vulnerable that the regret was instant. “I- Sorry, Lilith.” She took a deep breath and mentally prepared to put her thoughts into words.

“I know they're stupid. But they love you, I know them and I know that-” You laughed, Lilith was relieved to find out that this time it was a genuine laugh, genuine and tired.

“Yes they are stupid. Listen Lilith... with all due respect, you knew the angels. I know the demons.” Lilith knew that she had lost the fight, she was speechless. Although she could have argued, it seemed pointless.

You slid to the floor again, you seemed resigned. When she thought the room would fall silent again, you surprised her.

“I know what you're trying to tell me, okay? I get it. They love me, they-” Lilith sat across from you, she did not comment nothing about how you didn't seem the least bit convinced of what you just said. “However, I will do this on my own. I'll find a way to exterminate this plague of Little D.'s”.

“But Mc!” “I don't need your brothers’ help, I don't need them and I won't go crying for their assistance.” You looked at your hands. “I don't need Lucifer's soft smiles to cheer me up. I don't need Mammon holding my hand through the halls of Rad.”

Lilith moved closer to you until she was within her arm’s reach. “I don't need Leviathan's chest to fall asleep after playing video games all day and I definitely don't need Satan's fingers brushing away my hair when I fall asleep in the library.”

You wiped away your tears before Lilith could try, choking back a sob. “I don't need Asmodeus to chit-chat while I fix the garden. I don't need Beelzebub to tickle me every time I’m sad. I don't need Belphegor to chase away my nightmares.”

“I-I don't need them!!” Lilith could only watch as you sob silently hugging your knees. “I'll get rid of the Little D.'s and then everything can go back to the way it was.”

“Mc, dear. You may not need my brothers but, I'm afraid they need you more than anything you could think of.”

You scoffed once more, looking at Lilith in disbelief. “Listen, I just want to prove to myself that I’m not Tinker Bell and that I won’t die from lack of attention.” You laughed by your own joke and Lilith’s confused face. “Then I’ll be fine, next time they won’t break my heart.”

“Mc...” “No! You don't understand! There are so many humans out there, so many exchange students that could take my place! And I love your brothers, and I love them so much! You can't understand how lost I feel when I think of them brushing me aside!”

Lilith bit her tongue, she wanted to tell you about the two bottles of demonus that Lucifer had emptied trying to resist the urges to kneel and ask your forgiveness. She couldn’t stop thinking about Beelzebub’s soft sobs and how Belphie couldn’t comfort his twin since he was trying to contain his own tears.

She saw Mammon’s swollen eyes and the chaos of Satan’s room. Lilith tried to caress the face of Asmodeus, to brush the frown he usually avoids and now seems permanent. She wanted to tell you about Leviathan’s violent shaking, how his brother had bitten all of his nails out of anxiety.

You thought they were sleeping, but not even Sc had managed to close her eyes. Lilith wanted to assure you that nobody could take your place, but this probably wasn’t the right time. “I understand.” You thanked her with a gentle squeeze. “But please, promise me you will ask for help if this gets too dangerous.”

You got up and took a deep breath. “Don’t worry that won’t be necessary. I’m the one who forged seven pacts, remember?”

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