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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

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Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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so since you're gonna do the avatar!mc au with the entities you think each brother would fear the most (SO excited for that btw, my friend can attest to the fact that i've basically been rambling about tma x om nonstop since the first post you made that put the two together), i'd love to hear your thoughts on which entity each brother would *be* an avatar of, if you're cool with sharing! personally i love the ideas of specifically vast!levi and dark!belphie but i'd love to hear your takes on the concept! <3

So because of how time works, despite receiving this ask on July 12, by the time you see this it’ll be August! So the entire Avatar!MC series should be out by now, which I hope you will/have enjoy/ed. I wholeheartedly agree with the concept of Vast! Levi, which I’ve talked about before (as you know ;) ), but I will happily ramble about it again!

These aren’t gonna be short fics though bc I do Yearn to save that energy for The Longfic, which is still in the planning stages because a) I can’t pick a timeline, and b) trying to match up the timelines of Obey Me and TMA is hard, especially when I tend to have a violent disrespect for actually paying attention to the timing of plot events in both. I already fucked up a part of the plotting because I forgot the order we get pacts with the brothers lmao

Content warnings: Mentions/allusions to tma-typical Spookies, yet another installation of my Cursed Crossover idea, lengthy debates about what makes someone choose to become an avatar of fear, spoilers for Lesson 16+ of Obey Me and S5 of TMA

What Entity Do I Think The Brothers Would Serve? (Cursed TMA x Obey Me Crossover)

Lucifer

So I put him as falling victim to the Eye/Beholding bc of his whole thing about Secrets and Pride being about wanting control over your own image

And he does have a creepy tendency in canon to always know when his brothers are up to some Dumb Shit

BUT! You know what we see in Lucifer’s character that we see in a certain Entity?

A simultaneous manipulation of others and submission to being manipulated by a higher power

That’s right, I think Luci would be a Web avatar

But Winter, Lucifer wouldn’t wanna take marching orders from someone/thing else! He’s too proud for that— You’re right! He doesn’t want to. But he will.

He willingly submitted himself and his family to Diavolo for eternity to get what he wanted (saving Lilith)

And from how much we see him work, it’s safe to say that he’s a pretty damn essential part of running the Devildom

If he really wanted to, he could probably successfully pull a coup on Diavolo

But he doesn’t, because he’s trapped himself by his own honour code

Thus, the sexual tension bromance we all know and love/insist is Deeply Problematic and blacklist (depending on how much you like/hate dialuci lol)

10/10, would fill with spiders again

Mammon

I put Mammon as falling victim to the Buried for pretty obvious reasons

But admittedly picking a fear he’d serve is trickier

I had to get a bit abstract with it, but I think the Hunt might suit him

Not necessarily the primal *cough* and police brutality *cough* parts of the Hunt tho

More like how Basira was considered an avatar of the Hunt in the fearpocalypse because of her mission/promise to Daisy

See, Greed can stem from fear

Fear of losing what you have, of no longer being able to support yourself, of being preyed upon by others

So people become greedy as a defense mechanism, to protect what they have

If they’re on the offensive, they won’t be targeted

Also, if you’re constantly pursuing more more more, there’s no time to think about anything else

Like consequences, or guilt, or Feelings

If Mammon let his little tough guy act go too far for too long, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say he could start heading down the path to avatarhood

After all, people pay big money for hitmen and bounty hunters…

Leviathan

As I said last time, I can see why people would associate Levi with the Lonely first: he’s a shut in, he acts like he wants nothing to do with people/would rather be alone, and I get it

BUT! All of that actually stems from the fact that Levi has terrible self-esteem and thinks he deserves to be this gross shut in loser

While envy can make you want to bring others down to your level, so to speak, Levi tends to just shun “normies”, not actively conspire to sabotage them

He actually does crave understanding and to have people in his life, he just doesn’t know how to go about it

Boy’s got Mega Social Anxiety is what I’m saying (funny how both the Lonely and the Eye can be real bad for that, huh)

But the Vast? Nihilism? Takes all the pressure off

If everyone is a small, insignificant speck in the face of an uncaring, unfathomably large cosmos, who cares what you do? Who cares what people think of you?

Yeah, you’d be kinda weird too if you stared into the infinite abyss of the ocean and realized it was just the maw of a gargantuan sea monster too, Karen, lay off

Plus aesthetically, the great Awful Deep most people fear in the ocean is a comfort to Levi

And again, THE VAST IS MORE THAN JUST THE SKY

I WENT ON A BOAT ONCE

LIKE REAL FAR OUT, SO I COULDN’T SEE LAND FOR DAYS

IT WAS JUST ENDLESS B L U E

AND I WAS ON A CRUISE IN THE CARIBBEAN

I SAW A FRACTION OF THE OCEAN’S S U R F A C E AND IT WAS I M M E N S E

Did you know we’ve only explored like 5% or whatever of our oceans? Think about that! Every Single Thing we know about what’s in there is just the tip of the iceberg!!! GOD KNOWS WHAT’S DOWN THERE!!! PROBABLY FUCKED UP FISH IS WHAT

*ahem* anyway, fishee

Satan

Another tricky boi

I marked him down as fearing the Desolation, as a reflection of what he fears most in himself

I probably could have also gone with Slaughter, but I’d say that’s more baby/early-Satan

Desolation is also about destruction of potential, and Satan has very carefully built himself into a non-rage-monster person

So tearing that all away from him is :)))

But what would Satan give himself over to?

Ceaseless Watcher, I want that twink OBLITERATED—

Satan clings to knowledge and erudition to distance himself from the rage he was born as

“Watch and learn” is literally how he became a person

I find it deeply funny that it could also easily be how he becomes a monster once again

Also if you think the avatar of Wrath wouldn’t have a use for supernatural blackmail you’re just straight up incorrect

Couple that with Satan’s various connections and he’d be a Force to Reckon With

Asmodeus

I put him as a victim of the Corruption bc I found it extremely fitting considering the duality of his romanticized image vs the “dirty” fluid-filled nature of Lust.

Lust can be really nasty, but as licentious as Asmo’s supposed to be, he’s surprisingly coy

(now part of that comes from the fact that Obey Me isn’t strictly 18+/full-on porn, but still)

There’s a lot of Interesting Ideas to unpack there with attitudes towards sex vs sensuality and idealisation vs reality

Now as for an avatar… I debated this for a very long time, tossing around Eye, Stranger, Spiral, even Web for like one second

But I think I’ve got it

Slaughter!

Specifically the musical/random outbursts of violence side (not so much the war side)

Why? Well for one, Biblical Asmodeus is said to “"transport men into fits of madness and desire [...] with the result that they commit sin, and fall into murderous deeds (Testament of Solomon, verse 23).”

But also, Obey Me Asmo’s affair with that portrait chick from the earlier lessons started a whole ass war

Like it or not, the boy is very good at instilling manic violence in people

They don’t call it bloodlust for nothing

Beelzebub

I paired Beel with an End avatar MC bc the boy fears losing his loved ones like he lost Lilith

You could argue that Desolation would fit there too but I liked how it fit Satan better

Now as for a Vibe…

I’m tied between Flesh and Corruption tbh

Though corruption is mostly bc buge :)

So I’ll talk about the Flesh

So uh, mass consumerism, meat is meat, cannibalism… see where I’m going?

Ignoring the Hans because that was super racist, the two Flesh avatars I remember best are Jared Hopworth and The Guy Who Stuck His Arm in a Spooky Meat Grinder To Feed His Buds

I think of Jared in relation to Beel not because of the gym thing, but because his very chill/apathetic attitude towards his patron is similar to how I’d picture Beel’s approach to all this

Like “well, guess I’m here now”

I love Beel as much as everyone else, but he’s not exactly apologetic about his… habits

Not to the degree that he’d actually try and change them anyway

So if he got started on the path to Flesh avatarhood, he’d be pretty fucked

Belphegor

I put Web for him as a fear almost entirely because of the concept of Uno Reverse Card, ngl

It does technically tie into his whole thing about being trapped in the attic, since he’d denied all agency and freedom in there, but… Uno Reverse

Dark!Belphie is an interesting concept, and MAG86 “Tucked In” is iconic, but tbh I don’t really… Get the Dark

Don’t get me wrong, put me in a dark place and I will be scared, I don’t like not seeing things, but I have a hard time wrapping my head around why one would become an avatar of the Dark

It’s not a very “primary” fear imo? Like, I’m scared of the dark bc I can’t see what’s there, ie. a threat could be there and I wouldn’t know, but intellectually I know it’s just the absence of light. That’s not really spooky on its own.

I guess what I’m saying is I can attribute spookier things related to the Dark better to other Entities, so I’m not sure what its draw is specifically

According to the Entity Sexiness Survey I did a while back, there’s apparently some Catholic stuff going on with the Dark so maybe that’s why i don’t get it lmao

Anyway I’d put Belphie down for Spiral

“What lies behind a smile” indeed cowboy

Apparently it’s getting choked

Is it because MC’s entire relationship with him is originally founded on a lie?

Is it because the Spiral deals with distortions in your perception, gaslighting gatekeeping girlbossing, as well as foggy liminal mental spaces like between sleep and consciousness, death and life?

Is it because I think Belphie would absolutely delight in driving someone bananas by fucking with their dreams until it bleeds into their waking life?

Is it because being a person or consistent being at all is too much effort, consistent internal geography is hard, fuck it, just be an endless twisting series of hallways?

Yes :)

#obey me #tma #cursed tma x om crossover #obey me headcanons #tma the entities #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor

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belphegorbillickin · 3 years

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Tell me about it, Medi!!(Medi, was it?) I really like the thought of an antagonist, one that actually makes the storyline juicy by adding conflict. And can't we have a female character as a friend or something?.. Imagine mc having friends OTHER than the mains, I like that thought. Adds more detail and depth into the story.

But you're right about the personalities. It irritates me how they're literally just simping for mc now? Everyone has their own thoughts, but I'd prefer if they STILL had those demon instincts. They're WAY too soft for my liking. At least make them A BIT more demonic? Like Asmodeus. He doesn't only specialize in lust. The actual Asmodeus was responsible for breaking relationships, making people have selfish desires that led to their doom and those who succumbed to their lust became his prey. This actually happened with that one painting in obey me? The witch, Helene? And how asmo didn't even show A BIT of shame. But now he's back to "uwu I love myself and mc". Don't demons corrupt others though? My thoughts.

Maybe I'm thinking way too dark, but like, what if the demons actually kept a facade of loving you? Believe me I didn't trust Lucifer until lesson 18, or any of the brothers till 16, and I liked the feeling of dread when I used to be like, "Oh wait is he gonna do something to me now?" BECAUSE THEY ARE LITERAL DEMONS I DON'T TRUST DEMONS. It's disappointing. I guess now I gotta turn to fics that portray them as ACTUALLY being selfish like how a demon should be.

Yeah, don’t get me wrong I’d love to have a female character as a new datable option or friend, I just don’t have much faith in how they’ll write a female character into what’s pretty much an established romance. And yup, Medi is right.

Same, I loved the tension and hating Lucifer was so much fun. It's a shame I’m not really into Lucifer that way because he has the most character development out of all of them and stayed a bit more intact. Like even when he loves MC he’s still prideful.

Meanwhile Satan is just a crazy cat lady with an occasional love of books/pranks and a rare reference to being “tamed.” He could’ve been so much more interesting, I loved their take on wrath and wanted to see more about demons vs fallen angels. It doesn’t help that I hate when they make “I can change you with my love” a reality, like at least get him to a therapist or something.

This might be controversial, but I think part of it is also due to Mammon’s success. From how things played out it seems like they expected Lucifer to be the most popular by far, but eventually they realized Mammon was pretty close and started focusing on him as well.

One thing that always bugged me about Mammon is that we never really face any consequences from it. Like Lucifer’s pride gets in the way or causes him to lash out, all of the brothers do, but Mammon’s sin never actually harms the player. I know half the people saying no one should ever be mad at him for stealing would be pissed if he regularly stole sentimental/rare/expensive belongings and never apologized or at gave them the money he made.

He never steals from them or screws them over, and even his early behavior gets ignored or brushed off as him being stupid. Because personally I have a hard time believing Mammon’s resentment from being forced into a pact and humiliated disappeared just like that. Sure occasionally MC gets punished, but the player doesn’t take any part of it and usually people that like Mammon want to do stuff like that anyway so it isn’t really his fault.

Anyway TLDR I think the fact that the softest and least dangerous demon with no real drawbacks or serious accidents being the most popular set the tone for the devs too. All of it started way before the attic arc too, he was a fan favorite from the beginning and I think he still would be even if he did attempt to get rid of MC tbh.

I could definitely see an argument for them pretending, especially since they fell “in love” so quickly and yet reacted to MC dying like they do to losing an object. I highly doubt they’d do that in a romance game though tbh, but tbh I always kinda pictured it as them being temporarily infatuated with MC instead of intending to be with them for the rest of MC’s life, at least until the whole attic arc and Lilith reveal.

I can see the appeal though, and imo Asmo already kind of does that. A lot of his “compliments” in the beginning have double meanings or hidden insults and his whole inspection thing after the labyrinth was looking for the source of power stronger than Solomon's in what’s supposed to be a pathetically weak mundane.

He also indirectly tries to get you killed because you’re annoying him and actively threatens you if you say you don’t like him at all. If it weren’t that late in the game or it had routes I’m sure he actually would’ve tried.

The game would’ve been a million times better if they were routes tbh, actual routes and not the moneygrubbing keys mechanic, even if it was a common route until after the attic arc. Dark characters really shine when you can actually mess up and see their nasty side or what they’re like when truly and completely rejected.

As it is now Mammon and Lucifer get all the attention even when you actively avoid them. Meanwhile Asmo stans get nothing even on his birthday. They could do a harem route too for all the people that want it, but it’s not like you can’t replay the game and go through all of them in a true otome. The wide as an ocean, but deep as a puddle thing isn’t working out imo. As much as I love them the side characters becoming datable didn’t help either.

They could’ve done some really interesting things with Diavolo and Barbatos too, having them as sinister and untrustworthy like they were in the beginning if not more while still having them be romancable. I love the hints of cultural/moral differences they give us and the many hints that Diavolo isn’t quite as “wholesome” as he acts even in the more recent things, but I doubt we’ll ever see that because it’ll alienate everyone who hates darker things and people who like darker things but not Diavolo.

I think that’s a small part of why it’s harder for me to write as well, because they’re all so much different now it’s harder to imagine them like I did before. There’s only so many times you can go back and read the beginning, although it’s always a bit of a shock how different they are.

Even for fan content it’s hard to find the sweet spot between identical to the average sugary sweet human and super dark ooc t0rturep0rn imo. Like don’t get me wrong there’s still a lot of good stuff from way better authors than me, but there’s only so much and a lot them quit ages ago or are starting to now.

#asks

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Carajillo

SUMMARY: Some things are truly set in stone. After the tension arises in the Devildom and Celestial Realm, the human is called back to attend a summit.

CHAPTER 1

january 14th, 12:04 p.m.

It is said that the taste of carajillo is unforgettable. Deeper than the blackest night, warmer than a summer’s day, and sweeter than the parting kiss of a lover. It is a flavor that bears the complexity and care of its roasting methods, one that carries the true spirit of its creators. It is a drink that eases the stomach, expresses the graciousness of the host, and kisses the lips of its bearer with a gentle, budding warmth, much as one would expect from an old lover. To take the first sip of carajillo is to begin a love affair, it is said. To subject oneself to a lifetime of yearning for its taste.

Not that I would know. I can’t recall ever having tasted the drink, much less the last time I’ve craved coffee. While there is the appeal of liqueur or whiskey in the drink, the thought of wasting perfectly good liquor is discouraging.

The carriage jostles slightly as it passes over a hole in the road, forcing me out of my thoughts, and my hands move quickly to prevent my bag from dropping to the floor. Thankfully, the demonic coachman manages to right the path of the carriage before it can topple over, navigating it around what must be more rugged areas of the road, and it is only moments before the carriage moves smoothly once more. Still, with the windows of the carriage draped in dark, heavy curtains, it is impossible to tell the exact state of our position. I wait a minute or so before I finally release the bag from my grip, settling it back into its place on my lap.

I sigh. For all of Lord Diavolo’s eccentricities and efforts to connect to human culture and technology, it seems that some things about the Devildom are truly set in stone. Then again, I should expect nothing less from immortal beings. Lord Diavolo had already decreed that most, if not all, demons were to be educated regarding the finer details of the human world and the Celestial realm via mimicry of the human school system. An effort to encourage relations. He had already implemented the use of electricity into his cities and other modern comforts into his provinces, completely overriding the comfort of familiarity that most demons carried for the old ways. The nature of his lands had been transformed nearly overnight after he had been given the authority to act as the regent. It would only be natural for the demons to cling onto the vestiges of their former ways.

But it would be nice if they at least kept up with the roads, I think to myself, trying to ignore the constant sway of the carriage. My stomach lurches. Good thing I forgot to eat this morning.

The carriage jolts again, stopping abruptly, and I only have a moment to protect my bag before I crash unceremoniously into the seat in front of me.

“We’re here, miss!” the coachman calls from outside of the carriage. The carriage creaks, and I feel the coachman jumping down from his position. “Would you like a hand with the rest of your bags?”

I shakily push myself away from the seat cushion. “No, I -- I think I’m alright,” I mumble, putting a hand to the side of my head. It throbs slightly from the impact. “There should be someone waiting for me. Is anyone out there yet?”

“None that I can see, miss,” says the coachman. The door swings open easily, revealing the winged figure of the coachman, and I do my best to look as if I hadn’t just crashed into the front seat of the carriage. He arches a brow. “I think it would be best if I helped. Wouldn’t be too gentleman-like if I left a little thing like you in the dust.”

I wave my hand in dismissal. “It’s fine, really. I’m not as weak as I look.”

“Is that so?”

In the end, it is the demonic coachman that carries most of my bags from the back of the carriage. I had grunted with effort after hauling one of the lighter suitcases onto the ground, my body nearly giving up under its weight, and the coachman had insisted on taking care of the rest. I had tried again, of course. My legs had trembled as the suitcase wobbled precariously in my arms, the strain of the work evident on my features -- and then the coachman had taken the bag from me, balancing it on his shoulder as if it weighed nothing.

That was the end of that.

“You got any business with the lord?” he asks, squinting at the dark, spiraling castle in front of us. Its sheer size seems to nearly devour the land before it. “His lordship gets his visitors here and there, but I didn’t think he’d ask for an audience with just one person. You must be an important little lady, huh?”

“You could say that,” I say, a sheepish look coming over my features. “I’m here for the summit.”

His eyes widen at that. “Oh! You must be that human, then.”

“That human?”

“The one everyone’s talking about,” he repeats, nodding. He scrutinizes me with interest, cocking his head slightly. “Didn’t think you’d be a kid, though.”

I feel an indignant heat rise to my cheeks, my mouth opening to speak, but the coachman merely cuts me off with a wave of his hand. A teasing grin spreads over his features as he takes all three of my bags over his shoulder, holding them in place with an inhuman strength. He juts a chin towards Lord Diavolo’s castle.

“Where are my manners?” he jests. “If you’ll carry that little bag of yours, I’ll take the rest of these up there for you. Free of charge, little lady.”

* * *

Lord Diavolo’s castle looms over me when I finally reach its doors, its spiraling towers disappearing into the expanse of the dark sky. The gates had opened before me as if they were a gaping maw, the courtyard nearly akin to the belly of a great beast -- and yet I feel nothing short of nostalgia. I can almost picture Beel wandering through the halls for a midnight snack, the gluttonous demon’s hand pressed over his stomach in an effort to quiet it. My eyes catch on one of the castle’s balconies, the small overhang jutting out over the surrounding forest, and I can imagine Lucifer throwing a fiery pillow just within the confines of the room. Each second of protecting Belphie and travelling into the past is burned into my memory. Back then, I never would have thought that I would become a true ambassador for the human world. Back when I was only an exchange student, a crucial experiment in Lord Diavolo’s efforts, I would have never expected to represent the human world alongside Solomon.

But times have changed. Years have passed since Lord Diavolo’s aggressive policies, the unrest amongst the demons inevitable. The Celestial Realm, forever stagnant, had not reacted as well as Lord Diavolo had hoped. If such unease were allowed to build between both factions, it would be inevitable for the human world to be caught in the crossfire.

Hence Lord Diavolo had requested for a summit between all three realms.

My chest heaves with exertion by the time I reach the great doors of the castle, my body unused to the strain of the journeying so far and so quickly. The coachman acknowledges the guards at the door with a small nod, strolling in as if the castle were nothing more than a local pub, and I weakly trail behind. Then the bags are placed at my feet with a definite thump, the coachman dusting off his hands.

“You could’ve asked me to just carry you the whole way, little lady,” he says, taking in my restrained breathing and flushed face. “Would’ve been a lot easier on you.”

I shake my head, trying to wave off his concern. “Oh no, it’s just been a while since I -- since I’ve had to travel so far,” I stammer between gasping breaths. “But I appreciate it.”

The coachman raises a brow. “For a human, you’re kinda --”

“I believe Lord Diavolo’s orders were not to burden the guests.”

The coachman turns towards the voice, searching the massive entrance hall -- and then the coachman positions himself into a low bow, face nearly perpendicular to the floor. I place a hand on my chest, trying to catch my breathing. Then the sound of deliberate, tapping footsteps echoes throughout the entrance hall, demanding my attention, and I take a moment out of my physical suffering to regard the source of the noise.

“If I remember correctly,” Barbatos monotones, looking upon the coachman with disapproval, “I believe that our servants were to be notified should one of our guests arrive. You are free to correct me if I am wrong.”

The coachman deepens his bow. “My apologies, Barbatos. I only thought it would be best for me to personally escort her.”

It only takes a moment for the coachman to take his leave from the entrance hall, the massive doors closing shut behind him. My heart has finally begun to calm itself, the fatigue from the exertion lessening little by little, but labored breaths still rack through my body. I smile in spite of it -- or perhaps because of it, given my difficulty to speak at the moment -- and gesture awkwardly in an attempt to explain my current state.

Barbatos greets me with a bow. “My Lady.”

“Ah, there’s -- there’s no need to call me that,” I stammer, flustered by the unexpected formality. “Just because I’m the human world’s representative now doesn’t mean I’m a noble.”

“It is appropriate for your position,” he responds, standing back to full height. Barbatos bears that familiar impassive expression on his face, his gaze unwavering -- but there also exists a ghost of a smile over his mouth, the ends of it just barely quirking upwards. “But I suppose I am not well-versed in the classes of human society. Is there another name you would prefer to be addressed by?”

“My name.”

Barbatos nods. “Lady Maria, then.”

“Something a little less formal than that,” I assert, crossing my arms. “If Lord Diavolo is so adamant on having his guests addressed in such a manner, I’m sure --”

“You’re sure that he won’t mind if you go directly to him and debate it over whatever human game you can come up with,” Barbatos finishes for me, his feigned impassivity flickering. He lets out a mock sigh, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders -- and then a more vulpine expression takes over his features, the facade crumbling away. “Difficult as always, I see. Time has done nothing to improve you.”

I can’t help but feel warm at the familiarity. It’s still him, after all these years.

“I could say the same.”

“The servants will take your things to your room,” he says, beginning to walk towards one of the many corridors connected to the entrance hall. I take a moment to look over my things, still holding my smaller bag. Contemplating the contents within. He casts a sidelong glance over his shoulder. “If you don’t want to be left behind, I would suggest you quicken your pace.”

CHAPTER 2

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me mc x barbatos #obey me barbatos #writing #fanfic #obey me oc #obey me original character #obey me oc x barbatos

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ruewrites · 3 years

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Words Unspoken Out in the Open

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 3077

Warnings: Drinking, Partying

Solomon heard the chair move and elbows plop onto the table, but he elected to continue reading through his tome. He had a lot to read through afterall, lots of knowledge to gain potential people to warm up to… Next was the tapping of manicured nails against wood, then the exaggerated sighs which grew louder with each moment Solomon didn’t turn his gaze towards the intruder. The sorcerer finally glanced up when he felt the tome being tugged out of his hands. With a sigh, he relented, “Hello Asmodeus.”

The demon seemed a little peeved, his cheeks were puffed out and his brows furrowed. “How dare you ignore me for so long. Especially after I went out of my way to seek you out!”

Solomon grinned and rested his head against his cheek, eyes lidded as he stared at Asmo. “You really shouldn’t furrow your brow like that, Aren’t you worried about wrinkles?” he mused, fingers drumming against the table. He watched Asmo’s glare harden before the demon closed his eyes, took a breath in, and forced his face to relax. Solomon could still see the fire in those honey kissed eyes. Solomon could recognize danger, but he also knew when he was safe. “So… What brought you to me this time?”

He didn’t always have to summon the avatar to get him to show up. Sometimes he just showed up on his own accord, especially when he wanted something. Of course Solomon wasn’t innocent either. He rarely summoned the avatar of lust for idle chat.

Asmo’s smile seemed to light up, “Well, I was thinking you could go out clubbing tonight. After all, It’s been oh so long since I’ve spent time with my favorite sorcerer in all of the Devildom.” Asmo batted his long lashes at the man, folding his nimble fingers underneath his chin. “I do miss the time we spend together. I haven’t seen you in so long! I thought you crawled up and died somewhere!”

“Studying will do that to a man,” Solomon replied, “I can’t remember the last time I did something outside of my books.” Nor the last time I summoned you .

“Exactly! It’s why you should go out tonight! Let loose and have a good time,” Asmo chirped. Solomon swore he could practically see him sparkling with how much his eyes lit up. It was kinda cute, and he did look excited….

Solomon stopped drumming his fingers and met Asmo’s gaze, “Did you ask any of the others to go with you?”

Asmo’s face returned to a pout, “Lucifer is always so busy with work, and Diavolo, Mammon is in trouble with Lucifer, Levi is locked up in his room, Belphie sleeps all the time, Beel is too caught up in food, and Satan said he was busy.” The demon popped up a finger for each of them before putting one of his hands back on the table. “ Please Solomon? I’m bored! I just want someone to go out with me!”

“And you can’t just pick someone up with that charm of yours?”

Asmo’s pout deepened, and Solomon knew he wouldn’t be able to deny him. “Solomoooon,” he slumped onto the desk, lip puckering. Solomon remembered wondering how the avatar of lust could look so innocent and, dare he say, adorable. Of course he wasn’t weak to the kicked puppy eyes, but he did know how persistent Asmo could be. The sorcerer had been defeated long before the battle began.

With a sigh, Solomon leaned back in his chair, “Alright. You win, I’ll go out with you. I suppose I could use some unwinding after all.” Asmodeus lit up immediately. Honestly, Solomon was surprised the other didn’t lunge over the table at him.

“Meet me at seven then?” he chirped.

“Seven it is.”

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Solomon’s footsteps echoed in the darkness along the pavement. Every now and again a lampost would summon him from the shadows, but he would quickly disappear into darkness once more. Soon the House of Lamentation came into his view. Before he could even knock on the door it flung open.

There Asmo stood his makeup done and sparkling earrings dripping from his ears, dressed long sleeved crop top that had his collar bones on full display, ankle high high, and tight pants. Honestly, Solomon wasn’t sure how he planned on moving , but it was Asmo, so he really shouldn’t be surprised. “You look nice,” Solomon hummed.

“Aww thanks Solomon. I mean I always look fantastic, but thanks,” he said, before his face scrunched up as he looked over Solomon, “Not that you don’t look ravishing, but what in the seven circles of hell are you wearing?”

“My clothes.” Solomon crossed his arms with a smirk. He knew what the demon meant, but there was never anything wrong with a little bit of teasing.

Asmo pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a slow sigh. However, it quickly turned to shock as Asmo grabbed his wrist, “ Absolutely not. ” Muttering, the avatar of lust dragged Solomon towards his room. “Solomon, this is the way you dress every day! Who wears a cloak to a club?”

“I do! And what’s wrong with the way I dress?” the sorcerer asked, freeing his arm from the demon’s grasp as soon as they entered the room.

“It’s not club attire! I will not have my sorcerer going out like this,” he huffed going to grab as Solomon. The white haired man caught his wrists with a smirk on his face. Asmo could feel something stir within him. “You’re changing.”

“Oh am I?” Solomon mused, eyes lowering as he looked down at Asmo, “And are you going to make me Asmodeus ?” The shudder that ran through the demon was not missed by his sorcerer. He knew what he was doing. There was almost always intent behind Solomon’s actions, what that intent was was sometimes known only to him.

The short silence between them was deafening and lasted for what seemed like for lifetimes. Asmo could feel the tension between them. It would be impossible not to, but it was tugging at the demon’s very nature making him shift and shiver with delight. “The cloak,” he finally spit out, “The cloak comes off.” The rest could stay… For now.

Solomon let out a soft hum before letting go of those soft wrists. Swift fingers went to work on his cloak and soon the fabric was fluttering onto Asmo’s bed. “Am I allowed to leave now? Or am I still too unsightly for you to be seen with?” Solomon chuckled. Asmo mumbled something that sounded like it was along the lines of “I guess so” before dragging the taller man out.

If Solomon was a shadow in the dark, Asmo was the brightest star. Their previous conversation seeming all but forgotten, Asmo clung tightly to Solomon’s bicep. His pretty head resting gently against his sorcerer’s shoulder, the pair laughed and talked about everything and nothing in particular until they arrived at their destination.

Solomon decided it was nice to see a star like this shine to his full potential.

“You’re gonna like this place, trust me!” Asmo chirped, “We’re gonna have lots of fun! Just the two of us and you’re gonna be thanking me for pulling you away from all those books.” Asmo opened the door and Solomon was greeted with bright flashing lights and tons of people (demons?) dancing, drinking, kissing (a little more than kissing). It did look like they were all having a good time.

“Well come on!” Asmo giggled, pulling him in, “Fun isn’t going to wait for us!”

One drink.

Two.

Three.

Solomon definitely wasn’t drunk , but he also wasn’t sober when Asmo pulled him onto the dance floor… He couldn’t quite say the same for his demon though. A pretty pink color dusted across his cheeks and on the tips of his ears. It was a really nice look on him. “You’re having fun right Solomon?” he purred, “I know I am. I love the attention, but you know that, but I also want your attention. Because, like… Your attention feels really good. Like really really really good.”

Solomon smiled and ran his fingers up the exposed part of Asmo’s back, causing the demon to trill excitedly. “That so? What makes me so special?” he asked, ignoring the way Asmo not so subtly was starting to grind against him.

“You just are ,” Asmo responded, “My special human.”

He wasn’t sure if Asmo was just playing on flattery, but the fact that Asmo hadn’t ditched him felt pretty good. Part of him expected the demon to go chasing after some pretty thing that caught his eye. But he was still here, honey colored eyes looking up at him with… something swirling just behind them. Something Solomon couldn’t quite see. Adoration? Whatever it was, the sorcerer had to admit Asmo looked really good in the different colored lights that flashed in the club.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Solomon had stopped drinking, liking the idea of actually being able to walk home after they were done. Asmo, on the other hand, was absolutely smashed. While random makeout sessions weren’t uncommon with the demon of lust, his mouth tasted extremely sweet with god-knows-what he had been drinking. “Your perfume smells nice,” Solomon murmured, slipping from Asmo’s mouth to his neck. It was a rather intoxicating scent, it rivaled the alcohol coursing through his system.

The strawberry blonde let out a soft hum in response, tilting his head to the side, inviting Solomon to add some more color to his blank canvas. Solomon could feel Asmo’s heart speed up, pouding in his chest like it was looking for an escape.

Asmo didn’t even get through seven.

He crashed into Solomon in the process of trying to drag him back to the floor. Alright. He could pass that. It was when Asmo almost smashed his face on the bar, missing Solomon completely, that he took his cue to leave.. “Alright my dear,” he said, close to Asmo’s ear, “Time to get home and get you to bed.”

“To bed?” Asmo repeated, a slew of giggles leaving his lips, “Solomon you dog~ Shouldn’t you at least buy me dinner first? Of course I don’t care if we skip dinner.”

The sorcerer held back the eyeroll that threatened to come out. However, getting Asmo home was proving to be harder than Solomon initially thought. Not because the demon was grabbing at him. No. Asmo couldn’t walk to save his life. After a block, Solomon grunted and pulled Asmo closer, deciding in that moment that it would just be best to head back to his place (which was much closer).

Keeping quiet with a stumbling demon was difficult. Not to mention that Asmo had seemed to lose all concept of his inside voice. Getting back to his room without seeing the glares from other housemates had been a miracle.

“Sit, don’t move,” Solomon sighed, letting Asmo plop onto his bed. The demon immediately flopped over and inhaled.

“Mmm… It smells like you,” Asmo murmured, gripping onto the sheets.

“Well, I mean, it’s my bed… So I would hope so,” Solomon responded, digging through his draws and pulling out another shit. Asmo would throw a fit if he woke up in wrinkly clothing. Sitting down next to him, Solomon sat Asmo back up and effortlessly sipped off the crop top. The strawberry blonde stared at him with an expression that was somewhere in between want, shock, and impressed. Then Solomon helped him slip the black shirt over his thin frame.

Asmo touched the fabric slowly, as if it was foreign to him, “It’s soft…”

“That it is.”

He got up once more to go retrieve water and a damp rag. Asmo needed to drink something (as did he) besides alcohol. The rag was to help clean his face. Heaven knew that Asmodeus would raise hell if his face broke out. The deed felt odd. Not the action itself… But the silence. Asmo was uncharacteristically quiet. It wasn’t until he came back that he saw why. Mascara and eyeliner was running down his face as he stared up at the ceiling, and small sniffles escaped him.

The avatar of lust was crying, or starting too. It didn’t seem like he wanted to (maybe because of his makeup?).

Slowly Solomon set the waters down, leaned over the drunk demon, and dabbing at his face with the washcloth Asmo jumped bare legs pulling up towards his chest as he looked at Solomon. (Speaking of bare legs… He’d have to hang Asmo’s clothes up just so they didn’t get wrinkled).

“Hey,” Solomon smiled, wiping one eye clean with the cloth.

“Hey,” Asmo replied, softly. It was so odd hearing that tone come out of him. It wasn’t natural.

“So… What has you like this? What’s eating at you?”

No response.

“Asmodeus.”

Another sniffle and Asmo curled onto his side. “You never said you missed me.”

Solomon felt himself stop as he stared at the other. His face was neutral, but he was thinking over the words in his head. His hand went to Asmo’s shoulder and flipped him back onto his back. “What?”

“You didn’t say you missed me!” the words came out louder this time and for a moment Solomon was worried that the whole house would be woken up. “You don’t see me for a while! I invite you out and it’s like pulling teeth! I missed seeing you so why can’t you say you miss me? You’re my sorcerer. My special human! Didn’t you miss me? Even a little? Because it seems like you don’t-”

Solomon’s hand went to Asmo’s chin, thumb brushing against his bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I missed you. I didn’t realize that meant so much to you,” His voice was low. He had never been affected but the puppy dog look. It was fake, a mask one used to get what they wanted. But this was real. There wasn’t an ulterior motive here.His hand moved up to Asmo’s cheek, dabbing away tears and dripping mascara with the washcloth as he went before cleaning off the other eye. “There we go,” Solomon cooed, “All done. No more tears my dear.”

When Solomon went to pull away Asmo grabbed his wrist. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, face flushing pink once more, but this time it wasn’t from his drunken stupor. “You’re my special sorcerer Solomon,” he said once more, “Really special. The most special in any realm.”

Solomon chuckled, “If I didn’t know any better, I would say the beautiful Asmodeus is confessing his love to me.”

Asmo looked away.

Oh.

The realization dawned in Solomon’s eyes and from there spread to his face.

“Asmodeus-”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

“Then may I do something?”

Asmo glanced up curiously, and before he could react Solomon’s lips were on his. It was gentle and sweet but also held meaning. A silent answer.

Asmo tasted like cherry lip gloss and sweetened cocktails. It was almost like trying cotton candy for the first time. The deeper he went the more he discovered. Whisky dark as night still lingered on his own breath and for a moment he wondered what would happen when you mixed it with something so tooth rotteningly sweet. Not that it mattered, because soon nibble manicured fingers threaded through his scalp pulling him in closer. Solomon had always known that Asmo had been a good kisser, but this was different. There was something different here. The fingers moved from his scalp and down his back to the bottom of his shit, feather light touched making him shutter. Solomon pulled up to kiss the corner of his mouth and trail down to the hickey from earlier. He heard Asmo whisper a quiet “fuck” as he struggled with Solomon’s shirt. Eventually after eliciting a few sweet moans from the demon, Solomon moved back and helped him remove the top. Asmo’s eyes flew over the pacts littering his skin before hands went to his pants.

That’s when Solomon stopped him, “Not tonight love. I’m afraid you might get sick on me.” The sorcerer put a finger to his lips before the demon could utter a word, “But tomorrow… Well, we’ll see how you feel.”

Asmo rolled his eyes and playfully licked Solomon’s finger. “Way to ruin the romance,” he said before letting out a shriek that evolved into a flurry of giggles as Solomon attacked him with a flurry of kisses, “Solomoooon!”

“You’re saying. This. Isn’t. Romantic?” Solomon hummed in between kisses. Then he sat up, he couldn’t quite tell when he had gotten on top of Asmo, but it didn’t really matter. As he stripped his pants, getting himself into something that was more comfortable to sleep in, he could feel Asmo’s eyes on him, “Not tonight.”

“I know I know…. You just look good!” he huffed moving over and curling up in Solomon’s blankets, inhaling his scent. Solomon joined him soon after, and the avatar of lust immediately started eyeing the pacts on him. His hand reached out to caress one in particular. Solomon closed out his eyes letting the silence bathe over them.

Finally Solomon decided to break it, “You know that one is my favorite right?” His voice came out as little more than a whisper before he took Asmo’s hand gently kissing his knuckles. He pulled Asmo closer and kissed him once more. The demon snuggled up under his chin, Solomon’s fingers reaching around to trace the length of his spine.

“I love you my dear sweet Asmodeus,” he murmured. True, he could have left it unspoken. But he didn’t want to leave room for any miscommunication. Not when his demon had built up such courage. He also didn’t want to lose something that was so perfectly within his reach. Asmo presented him with his heart, and Solomon was going to care for it.

Things were silent for a few moments more, “I- …. I love you too.”

Tomorrow Solomon would take care of Asmo’s hangover. Tomorrow they could be domestic. Tomorrow Solomon could shower Asmodeus in all of the love and affection that the fifth born deserved.

But for tonight Solomon would hold him close and feel the rapid beating of his heart, stroke his soft hair, and pepper him with kisses until either one or both of them succumbed to the sweet embrace of sleep.

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