I have woke up today and choose angst. May I please ask for headcanons for the demon brothers reacting to MC saying this
Mc: You guys are the worst brothers I've ever seen. I don't know how Mammon puts up with all of you but I feel sorry, he should have never fallen with you guys and just stayed an angel. He would have a better life in Celestia without any of you, your all hypocrites and at least he never tried to kill me. He should have left you all to perish in the war
*Rubs hands together like an evil villain*
Hehehe
Oh I'm so glad you came to me
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Short Story:
All week.
All week, MC has been hearing is constant insults directed at Mammon, and they were pissed. The fact that Mammon had come to them for comfort multiple times in a day this week just goes to show how much they have been treating Mammon like he was nothing but trash.
It was at dinner time that MC finally had enough. MC were hearing nothing but cruel jokes and insults, seeing Mammon try to defend himself every time, but quickly be shut up by Levi, Satan or Lucifer.
“You’re such a scum! I must’ve done something horrible to deserve a brother like you!”
“Silence!”
The pact command was enough to shut everyone up, as they all looked surprised and bewildered. Lucifer gave MC a glare, one they simply ignore. They go to take Mammon to his room. Before they left, a look of anger and pity wash over their face, showing just how disappointed they were in the brothers.
“You guys are the worst brothers I've ever seen. I don't know how Mammon puts up with all of you but I feel sorry,” They spat. “He should have never fallen with you guys and just stayed an angel.” Ouch.. That got some reactions, even from Mammon himself.
“He would have a better life in the Celestial Realm without any of you, you are all hypocrites and at least he never tried to kill me. He should have left you all to perish in the war.”
With that last icy line, MC dissolves the pact command and leads Mammon to his room, leaving everyone in shock of what just happened.
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Lucifer
He was beyond shocked
Wasn’t sure whether to punish MC or just apologize
Maybe apologizing was best
But he certainly wasn’t able to do it right now
..Would Mammon really ended up better in the Celestial Realm?
Perhaps he would, but it was his decision to follow Lucifer..
Mammon had himself to blame for all the things he’s done.. right?
He was just trying to process everything they said as he gets up and walks to his office, dismissing everyone from dinner.
The prideful part of himself blamed Mammon, not claiming the responsibility of fucking him up.
But a small part of him did feel bad..
The fact they reminded him of the multiple murder attempts..
He knew that choosing Mammon as their protector was the best choice.
“Ugh.. What to do..?”
Mammon
He rests in MC lap, letting them card their fingers through his hair as he blankly stares at their torso.
Would he be better off in the Celestial Realm?
No.. Everything is too pretentious there.
He wanted to be there for his brothers, be Big Bro Mammon, caring and there for them.
But.. He ends up being labelled a scumbag, a good for nothing bastard.
Mammon followed Lucifer for a reason.. So why can’t he follow through with those reasons..?
The second born did feel somewhat angry, yet sad.. miserable if you will
He’s thankful for MC being there
While he doesn’t miss most aspects of the Celestial Realm, he missed the fact that he could take care of his brothers and actually be helpful
And while Lucifer usually pushes some more.. violent work onto him now, making him useful in that aspect
He wishes he could do more..
But not every wish comes true..
“Please.. Don’t go MC.. Not right now..”
Leviathan
Why did MC stand up to Mammon he didn’t know
But those words didn’t leave his mind. No matter how many games he played
He threw his head back and flops down on the floor, finally defeated by MC’s words ringing on and on in his head.
His mind went back to all those times Mammon helped him as angels
Buying him games, taking him to the human world for shopping..
..Levi misses those times..
Why couldn’t it be like that now..?
It’s because of his brother’s sin... and his own..
It use to be nice up in the Celestial Realm but after they became the seven rulers of hell, their sin engulfed them all..
Now that he thinks about it, Mammon was only trying to keep his sin in check, but he got lost in doing so
Levi thinks that maybe...
Mammon’s sin engulfed him the least..
“..What do you think, Henry?”
Satan
As he walks back to his room, he begins to ponder
Is Mammon truly the most decent out of everyone? That’s what on his mind sometimes..
Perhaps it is true...
Mammon is one of the people who didn’t try to murder MC.
When MC did die, he was the only one holding onto them.. it went to show how much Mammon cares for MC, and how much he loves MC and their company
..How different would Mammon be if his sin didn’t consume him?
While he really only joined in the jabbing at Mammon sometimes, the words he had said were hurtful..
They all took Mammon’s patience for granted, because the rage he felt boiling up inside Mammon, and the pissed off expressions he gave told Satan that if MC didn’t interject, he himself would’ve snap.
“Hmm.. Would a letter be best..? No.. A said apology is probably better..”
Asmodeus.
Asmo stood in shock as MC told them off and left with Mammon
Is he truly a bad brother?
At first, he didn’t think so, but as he goes to his room, counting all the times he’s made fun of Mammon
Well.. He doesn’t have enough fingers!
And even though he was one of the brothers he hadn’t tried to straight up murder MC, he has threatened them before.
He has done the same with Mammon too, just more often.
Asmo doesn’t know what to do, so he calls up his first master, Solomon! Aka just appears at Purgatory Hall wanting his attention
Sol suggests an apology is in order, but not even that would solve it, Asmo would have to show he truly means it and will try to do better
For some reason, Sol is almost impressed and proud that his student has that much guts, but whatever
Feels bad and considers going to apologize later
“Hmm.. How should I apologize? It has to be a lasting impression..”
Beelzebub
All the things MC said.. The Celestial War, Mammon being better off up in the Celestial Realm, being the worst brothers, the attempts on their life.
Beel almost stopped functioning
Mammon chose to follow Lucifer! They all did!
He wanted to go after the two and almost got to until Lucifer stops him
Maybe if he made an effort to stop those cruel jokes, Mammon wouldn’t suffer
Maybe if he checked on Mammon more often, he would have someone other then MC to talk to
He felt responsible, as he usually does in situations like this.
...Eating didn’t feel right now, it all seemed spoiled to him..
Beel swore to himself that he would make more of an effort to defend and check on Mammon, he wants him to know he cares.
What makes it worse is MC is mad at them, and probably will be for a bit.
“...I’m sorry, Mammon..”
Belphegor
You may not know how he truly feels since he hides it under a mask of disinterest and coldness
But.. All the things MC said.. He realized were true, he already knew it was, but it hurt having it laid down in front of him..
He knew that if MC didn’t interject and take away their ability to speak, Mammon would have a lot more to say
He was a bad brother, but he questioned if he would be better in the Celestial Realm..
He had dreams of all those times Mammon took him and Beel to the human world, the traveling carnival.
Those dreams turned into nightmares real fast as Belphie woke up panting from his memory of MC’s death, with Mammon holding their body.
“Ugh.. I’ll have go ask Satan for a sleep potion.”
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Heaven is a Misnomer - Chapter 9
Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!
Rating: Teen
Chapter 9 Wordcount: 2992
Characters/Relationships: Jake (Exchange student OC) / Raphael
Summary: Turns out demons aren't very good at writing ethics papers, but Jake looks damn good in spandex.
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Chapter 9 - Dear Jakey, Sweater Paws
“Jakeyyy~!” Aya crowed as she practically danced in circles around him. “You brought me lunch? This is the sweetest thing a human has ever done for me!”
Jake laughed. Bunny had literally left him holding the bag - of chicken strips. Her phone rang as they got back to the dorm, and she took her lunch and disappeared to who knows where. Probably some kind of workout session, knowing her. Yoga, maybe. Anyway, now he got to deal with the entire force of Aya’s personality all by himself. He should be scandalized or horrified or even just being sarcastic but he was honestly just happy. Aya was a fun friend, and her energy was contagious.
“I may have carried it, but Bunny paid for it.” Jake said, not about to take credit for generosity that wasn’t his.
“Aw, she’s the sweetest. She always thinks I need to eat more so that I, how did she put it, bulk up properly? Something about sick gains. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m just destined to be tiny. Doesn’t matter what or who I eat, this is the size I am.”
“Well, you’re adorable and even if I could change you, I wouldn’t.” Jake said, handing the girl a sweet tea.
“Oh, you charmer! You’re just lucky you’re the gayest thing since Elton John.”
Jake considered. “Wait. Gayer than Lil Nas X?”
“…Who?” Aya blinked, and then shrugged, and Jake realized that he had some educating to do.
“You seriously don’t know who… oh, honey.” Jake reached for his phone only to realize that he didn’t have it because Gabriel was trying to fix it.
“Jake, where’s your phone?”
“Broken.” He muttered. “It wouldn’t turn on this morning. Gabriel’s looking at it, but I have felt completely naked without it today. I’ll text you some pics of Lil Nas X once I get it back.”
“Yes, please. He sounds intriguing. Well anyway, you won’t need your phone to do classwork, but I need you for it. Please, for the love of all that’s unholy help me with this ethics paper I’m dying.”
Jake laughed and let himself be led to the lounge - the best place to both eat their lunch and work on homework.
It took most of the afternoon to get through writing their ethics papers, Aya was exactly as clueless about Celestial Realm ethics as Jake would expect a demon to be, so it was more like a tutoring session that he also wrote a paper during. Which was fine, honestly, Aya was great company. And they got the work done, so he really had nothing to complain about. Except possibly not having his phone.
As Jake was taking his study materials back to his room, Gabriel called out to him.
“Hey, Jake. I’ve got your device.”
“Oh, cool!” He said, glad that he would soon be able to message his family again. And text Aya those pictures. Seriously. How did she not know modern rappers? “Let me just set these things down. C’mon in.”
Gabriel followed him into the room, waiting patiently while Jake set his armload of notebooks and study materials on his desk before turning back to the angel.
“So, what was wrong with it?”
“I have no idea.” Gabriel said, a vague irritation in his tone that Jake knew wasn’t at him, but at the vagaries of broken technology. “I tried everything I could to diagnose the issue, but you may as well have handed me an expensive brick this morning for all the good it did me. Luckily, I could swap the storage media into a new device, so you’re back up and running relatively quickly.”
“Huh. Uh, well thanks for getting me a new one, then? And if you ever do figure out what I did to break that one, let me know? That way I don’t give you a second expensive brick.”
Gabriel grinned at that, and Jake was happy to see it.
“Gabriel.” Michael called from his office, and the angel stepped inside.
“You called, Michael?”
“Yes. Sometime last night I lost my connection to Jacob’s C.C.C. I think something may have happened to the oversight application.”
Gabriel winced. He was hoping that Michael wouldn’t notice the change, because it would mean that the angel wasn’t as obsessively cyber-stalking their new exchange student as much as Gabriel just knew he would be.
“Ah, well, actually…” He sighed. “The C.C.C. that Jake was using broke, and so—“
“It broke? Did he throw it against a wall or something?”
Gabriel cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and continued what he was saying. “Something in the internals fried overnight while it was charging. I haven’t had a chance to pinpoint the exact problem, but I moved his data into a new device. Unfortunately, I forgot about the oversight application as I had too much on my mind today. I can get it back from him for some ‘preventative maintenance’ if you would like me to get the application added back, but I can’t guarantee he won’t notice at that point.”
Michael muttered something under his breath that Gabriel didn’t catch, but shook his head. “No, it’s fine. The oversight of the exchange students is Raphael’s responsibility now, I suppose I should have transferred the oversight application to him regardless. Do check in with him, he may want you to add it back.”
“I’ll check with him this evening, then. Is there anything else?”
“No, that was all. Thank you, Gabriel.”
Free time wasn’t something that Jake got a lot of, and so on nights like tonight when he had all of his homework done and had nothing else going because everyone else was busy with their own things. So there he lay, like a starfish on his way-too-big bed, thinking about the mischief he, Nia, and the girls could be getting up to if only he weren’t in this hell masquerading as heaven called the Celestial Realm.
Nia > Jake: Jaaaaaake
Jake > Nia: Hey girl, what’s up?
Nia > Jake: I need help
Jake stared at his phone. How was he supposed to help his bestie from all the way up here in the Celestial Realm? He supposed he could call her mother and exert some influence that way.
Jake > Nia: Are you hurt? Should I call someone?
Nia > Jake: No. I… I kissed Satan tonight.
Oh. OH. That kind of help. He was here for this. So much better than any other conversation he could be having at this point.
Jake > Nia: Tell me everything.
For the next hour, Jake and Nia talked back and forth. She’d found herself falling in love with the very demon she’d sent her first Devildom-selfie of. But he’d known that she had feelings for Mammon as well. Add that to the amount of time she’d been spending working out with Beelzebub (mirroring his own time with Bunny, he’d not hesitated to tell her in his amusement) and it was a very complicated time for his naïve bestie.
After hearing her out, he gave her the best advice he possibly could in the situation. He didn’t know really anything about Demon relationships, but he knew that Nia was an incredibly open-minded but self-sacrificing girl, and needed to be encouraged to do things that were good for her and not just for everyone else. Also, she was going to be there an entire year, but only a year. So she should live it up and not be afraid to make mistakes.
Jake > Nia: Girl, you’re far too caring for your own good. You’re in literal hell. If you feel like kissing boys, kiss boys!
Jake > Nia: But if you feel more than just kissing, if you actually think you might like one of them, you have to talk to them about it. I bet there’s a lot more to it for them to be with a human.
Nia didn’t respond after that, but given how late it was, he wasn’t really surprised. She’d probably fallen asleep. Which was a thing he should probably also think about doing, because he had a run planned with Bunny and Aya bright and early in the morning.
Jake woke, hopped out of bed and into his workout clothes. Which were the jeans and t-shirt he’d been wearing when he got teleported here. He still hadn’t figured out if there was a way for him to go shopping - he didn’t have any spending money. Well, he had the $10 that lived in the coin pocket of his jeans for emergencies, but he had the distinct impression that human world money was going to be useless here.
A soft knock at his door told him the demon girls had arrived, and he swung the door open, waving as he bent down to tie his shoes.
“Glad to have you joining us this morning, Aya!” Jake said quietly but energetically.
“Jake.” Aya said, and the deadpan tone of her voice made him stop and look up at her. “You are not seriously working out in jeans.”
“Yep.” he said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s that or uniform khakis, and…”
“Ew.” Aya said with a shiver. “I have spare workout clothes. They’ll fit you.” She grabbed his hand and practically dragged him behind her up the stairs to her room. She didn’t seem to care that his shoes were still untied. Maybe it was for the best, if he was changing.
Aya let him go once they were in her room, pulled out one of the drawers of her dresser and threw a pair of black/white/vibrant blue color blocked leggings and a practically paper thin long-sleeved top in a coordinating black at him.
“Change.”
Jake blinked. “Here?”
“Duh, idiot. I’m not into you, you’re not into me, get on with it we’re wasting day— shit, I was going to say we’re wasting daylight but I could just dump all the daylight out and still have too much.”
“I miss the moon.” Bunny said sadly from the doorway.
Jake pulled his top and jeans off in record time, and shimmied into the spandex-heavy leggings that fit him like a surprisingly comfortable glove, at a nice capri-length. Then he pulled the top over his head. It did not fit him near as well, seeming more 3/4 sleeved and crop-top length.
“Uh… I’m not sure if…” He said, awkwardly, trailing off less because he didn’t know what to say and more because he got to watch Aya shift into and then promptly right back out of her demon form.
“Be sure. Those look better on you than they ever did on me. They’re yours now. I never want to see them unless they’re on your body or the floor.”
“Wait, why the floor? And are you okay?”
“She lied about not being into you. She thinks you’re sexy, but she respects that you’re gay. Don’t worry about it.” Bunny said with a chuckle. “Can we run now?”
One good run later, Jake and his demon girls were heading back to their rooms to change for breakfast. It was a day off of classes, so Jake had agreed to not only the morning run but also spotting weights for Bunny after breakfast. He wasn’t going to change out of his workout clothes, but he wanted to grab his hoodie to keep his midriff covered for breakfast. And, because the cool indoor temperatures were going to chill him down pretty fast, so he needed something more than an almost-present workout top.
He said ‘his hoodie’ but of course it was one of Bunny’s that she’d loaned him early on when she learned he didn’t have one. So, he was practically drowning in the oversized thing, conveniently hiding most of his workout clothes from his dormmates’ prying eyes. Which, if Aya’s reaction when he’d first put them on was anything to go by, was probably a good thing.
Just as he was picking his phone back up with his sweater-paws, it chimed in his hand. Nia was awake, and messaging him. He pushed his sleeves up so he could type back to her, leaning on the wall while he waited for Aya to come back downstairs so they could walk to breakfast together.
Nia > Jake: Thanks, Jake. You’re the best, you know that?
Jake > Nia: Of course I know that! I’m happy to help, just keep talking to me okay?
Nia > Jake: Duh! Oh, hey, I’m gonna ask Diavolo if I can get some of my books from home, is there anything you want from home while I’m asking?
Jake > Nia: Girl Scout Cookies?
Nia > Jake: I will do my very best to acquire cookies.
Jake > Nia: Thanks!!!!
As Aya started down the stairs in front of him, Jake went to put his phone in his pocket. Of course, he fumbled it, sending the brand new device skittering across the floor.
“That’s why we have cases.” Aya said, bending down to pick his phone up from where it slid to a stop by her feet, unashamedly reading the messages from Nia that were up on the screen. Jake was suddenly glad that a majority of their conversation about kissing demons had scrolled off the top with their talk about home.
“Oh! I always wanted to know this, and you can tell me!” She said, as she handed him his phone back. “Are girl scout cookies made with girl scouts, the way chocolate chip cookies are made with chocolate chips?”
Jake looked up at her, suddenly wondering if she meant literally. The shit-eating grin on her face told him she definitely didn’t mean it.
“No, and they aren’t even baked by girl scouts anymore. They’re just small batch shelf-stable cookies that support little girls doing outdoorsy shenanigans.”
Aya stuck her tongue out at him for not playing along, and they shared a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Bunny asked, as they met up just outside the dining room.
“Jake’s friend is going to have cookies sent for him!” Aya said, and Jake mirrored her previous action and stuck his tongue out at her.
“I’m trying to. Who knows what Nia can pull, you know?”
For not the first time, Jake wished that he could leave a meal early. He’d finished eating five minutes ago, but he wasn’t allowed to leave for another five. It felt like an eternity and a waste of his precious, mortal life. He dropped his super-long sleeves over his hands, returning to his comfort-place of sweater-paws, and put his head down on the table where his plate used to be, before Bunny swiped it to steal his leftover syrup. After the day she’d eaten an entire bottle of syrup on her pancakes they started limiting how much she could have, and Jake hated that, so he always took too much so she could have his extra.
He chuckled behind his sleeves, remembering the first time he’d offered his extra syrup to Bunny, the way Gabriel’s face had tensed up. The IT angel thought the idea of sharing the leftover syrup on his plate was the grossest thing he’d ever seen. Jake was just glad he didn’t let his squicks about food keep him from being willing to fix Jake’s tech when it failed him.
When he looked over to see if Gabriel was being grossed out as usual, instead his eyes caught on Raphael’s. The discipline angel was looking curiously at his sweater-paws, so Jake flopped them out at the angel and made a face. “Nyaa.” He winked, causing Raphael to look away awkwardly. Well. Maybe he wasn’t a fan of sweater paws. Why did I wink at him?! Well, that was obvious. Because that was his usual. Being a bratty kitty with his sweater paws at Nia’s sisters, and then winking at Nia when she teased him about it. It was reflex. Just reflex.
When lunch finally adjourned, Jake helped clear the dishes to the kitchen - he was on dishes duty with Azrael today.
“Hey, Az. Erm, Azrael, sorry.” He said, greeting the angel who was transferring any leftover food into containers to store in the refrigerator.
“Jake.” She smiled at him, not acknowledging his slip into habitual nicknaming. “I saw you take too much syrup for Yboun’dih again this morning.”
“What can I say?” he shrugged. “Gotta look out for the little guy.”
“I don’t know whether to take that as that I should keep my guard up around you, or that you somehow consider that demoness the underdog in the situation. She certainly isn’t little.” Azrael was laughing softly, so Jake wasn’t worried that she was actually concerned, and flailed his sweater-paws in her direction. “Okay, and also where did you get a sweater that is that large on you? Oh wait. It’s in return for your syrup tithe, isn’t it.”
Jake chuckled and shook his head. “Bunny just realized I was cold one day and didn’t have a sweatshirt, so loaned me one of hers. If I tuck my knees up to my chest I can basically hide all of me inside of it without stretching it, it’s great!”
“Okay, Sweater Kitten. Come dry dishes so we can both get on with our day.”
Jake set his sweatshirt aside and worked side-by-side with Azrael on the dishes in companionable silence. He really felt like he’d made friends with the angel of death. Though, just thinking of her as the angel of death made him wonder if he’d somehow dreamed the whole thing. He should ask her about what it meant to be the angel of death at some point. Like, she’d said she didn’t like talking to mortals because of it, but he knew nothing about what she actually did, and he cared enough about her to want to find out. Next time, though. He wanted to give the conversation the time and attention it deserved, and Bunny was waiting for him in the common room.
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