Tumgik
#michael obey me
missartistabby · 2 days
Text
Trigger Warning: Usage of needle and drugs
Part 19. Luci is so upset that he doesn't pay attention to his surroundings. Enjoy!
Tumblr media
33 notes · View notes
tsukii0002 · 1 year
Text
Michael: The Celestial realm is every human's dream paradise.
Lucifer: Well, Mc prefers the Devildom
Michael: What?
Mc: That's true.
Michael: That can't be Mc, I'm sure you're confused, you haven't seen paradise in all its splendor.
Mc: Nah, I prefer the hell.
Lucifer: *picking his human* perhaps the celestial realm is not so perfect *grinning with pride* when a human prefers hell.
.
.
3K notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
109 notes · View notes
mellonyheart · 1 month
Text
What if...
What if Michael both loves and is darkly jealous of Lucifer?
What if Michael's borderline obsession with Lucifer is actually fueled by adoration and envy? What if Michael feels as overshadowed by Lucifer as Mammon does? What if Michael is conflicted by his feelings of missing his beloved brother and becoming the Celestial Realm's leader not by his own merit but by Lucifer's absence?
I keep thinking of Lillith calling Michael a jellyfish and wondering why?
Jellyfish are pretty and free and have no distinct goal or destination.
Is that how Michael seemed? Adrift? Lost? Without purpose? Without goals? Pretty and unchanging but without meaning?
67 notes · View notes
psychocoffeeaddict · 1 year
Text
10 yrs after MC has died. Barbatos has had a vision that celebrations for their death anniversary must be held in the Fall, despite everyone’s displeasure. Mild angst, grief and sorrow. Long story, but you want to know why right? Just a hint, sometimes you need to show the world how you feel before you get the happy ending..
////////////
The crowd murmured as the seven walked in. They were all dressed in evening dress, each perfectly tailored to represent their sin…
Mammon glanced around as he followed Lucifer into the fall. Demons stared at them as they walked by but he didn’t really pay attention. Why did Lucifer pick here to have the 10th anniversary? Sure they’d all been here at one time, or another, with MC. However there were many other locations that would have had deeper memories and been more meaningful! Hell the House of Lamentation was 100 times a better location than here. He sighed, not like any of them could make Lucifer change his mind though..only MC could have done that.
Leviathan trembled with nerves. He hated being out in public at the best of times! Having to celebrate the 10th anniversary in such a public space was abhorrent to him. He’d tried to back out,but Lucifer had threatened him. Why couldn’t they have it back at the house? Or one of the parks MC had loved? He dropped his eyes to avoid the stares he could feel burning into his back from the numerous demons in the club. Tears burned the back of his eyes,but he couldn’t let anyone know.
Satan frowned at the demons watching them, causing many to pale and step back in fear. He was furious! How dared Lucifer put them on show like this! They were to celebrate MC’s life, and the 10th year of their passing, not be fodder for the gossips and lowlife that frequented the club! His nails bit into his palms as he clenched his fists, trying to hold back the rage that burned inside. It’d slowly gotten worse over the years without MC’s calm influence. Fuck! His anger suddenly drained out of him leaving him feeling weak and pathetic. When would this pain stop?
Asmodeus smiled and waved. He’d be triple damned if the demons watching would spot any weakness from him. He was in pain, and only grudgingly had dressed and primped as fans expected because he wouldn’t let anyone know how much his world had ended when MC died. What was the point? He’d tasted true love! He’d felt what it meant to have someone love you for you, and to love someone that you didn’t want to change! He’d rediscovered a piece of the Celestial realm, only to have it ripped away from him! His cheeks hurt from the fake smile, but he held it from sheer stubbornness and followed the eldest further into the club.
Beelzebub lumbered after his older brothers. He held Belphegor’s hand, mainly to make sure he didn’t fall asleep and get lost, but also because Beel didn’t know if he could make it today. His grief was too harsh, too bright. It was a constant pain in his chest that kept him awake at night and had caused his appetite to wane. Most didn’t notice, but he’d lost weight. His hand trembled in Belphie’s and he kept his eyes on Lucifer’s back. He didn’t understand why they’d come to a public lo cation to hold MC’s anniversary, but if it was what Lucifer wanted then there must be a reason.
Belphegor stumbled behind Beel, the grip on his hand hurt but not as much as the pain he shared with Beel. If Beel had stopped eating, it was safe to say Belphie had stopped sleeping as much. He’d stolen concealer from Asmo to hide the dark circles under his eyes. He had dreams of MC that caused him to wake with tears streaming down his cheeks. It’d gotten to the point he was too afraid to sleep. He glared at the demons watching him and his brothers. The assholes..getting their jollies from their pain, watching for slip ups and gossip to use against them. If they even breathed MC’s name in slander he’d rip their heads off. He snarled as Beel pulled him along behind.
Lucifer kept his gaze straight ahead, looking neither left nor right. Lord Diavolo had booked the Fall for him and his brothers without explaining why. He’d tried to argue but Barbatos had stepped in and made him back down. He clenched his fists and his jaw tightened. This was a farce. None of them wanted to have MC’s death anniversary here, he could feel his brothers anger and confusion. Better they were mad at him though, then risk causing problems if they found out it was Diavolo who’d pushed this on him! His stare made demons flinch and scurry backwards to get out of his path.
Diavolo and Barbatos watched the brothers approach. “Are you sure this is the best idea Barbatos? We’re bound to have chaos on our hands if anyone says or does anything to set them off.” Diavolo glanced at his butler. He trusted Barbatos, but even he thought asking the brothers to hold such a private and painful memorial in such a public space was asking too much.
Barbatos sighed. “I know my lord, but the vision was strong. It has to be here. I am not sure why, but I do know it was a very emphatic feeling!” Barbatos watched the brothers with sympathy. He too felt the bite of grief and knew it affected his young master, but his premonitions were never wrong. While he didn’t like to force this he also didn’t have the answers they would demand to know, as to why they had to be here, tonight, at the Fall.
As they reached the alcove that had been reserved for the anniversary, three angels, a human and a grim reaper entered and made their way to wards them. Simeon bowed towards Lucifer and Diavolo. “Thank you for allowing us to participate in this Lucifer, we miss them and appreciate being able to celebrate their life with you and the others.” Lucifer nodded stiffly, the heartfelt sentiments piercing his heart and opening old wounds. He watched quietly as Luke made his way to Mammon who pulled the young Angel into a hug. Both their frames trembled and Lucifer knew they were holding back tears for a companion who’d changed their lives and broadened their impressions of each other.
Solomon bowed and talked quietly with Barbatos and Raphael, and Thirteen stood off to the side silently watching everyone. The sudden pillar of light that illuminated the dance floor metres away stunned them all.
Lesser demons screamed in fear as they scrambled back from the pillar, rushing to escape the venue. Some collapsed, their senses to weak to handle the celestial power emanating from the pillar. The brothers formed a barrier in front of Diavolo, anticipating a potential attack as Simeon, Luke and Raphael stared in shock.
An outline started to form, and within seconds an Angel stepped forth from the pillar. The Angel who appeared reached out and grabbed the lightning bolt out of the air before it could hit, and watched as it dissolved in their grasp, then they turned towards Raphael. “Still quick to attack I see brother.” They smiled gently and turned their gaze to the demons.
“I Gabriel, Archangel of the Father, bring greetings to the Prince and future ruler of the Devildom , Lord Diavolo. I seek an audience with Lord Diavolo to help with a case before the courts in the Celestial realm.” Gabriel bowed low and waited.
Lucifer stepped forward and spoke roughly, “Gabriel, now is not the time.” Simeon stepped forward and placed a hand on Lucifer’s arm. He also spoke up. “Gabriel, they are hosting a death anniversary today, could your audience not wait until tomorrow?”
Gabriel nodded in understanding. “I wish it could Simeon, Lucifer. However I was tasked with finding the answers today or the case would collapse and be postponed for even more years. Time is of the essence in this case and all parties wish to avoid a delay.” They turned to look at the brothers and the others standing around a table decorated with flowers and pictures. The pictures featured one person prominently. Someone with a smile they could see was filled with joy and love. Each person in the room was also featured in a photo here and there. Their faces reflecting that joy and love and, Gabriel stared in amazement at the photos, some of those featured were their fallen brothers. They had not seen those looks on their brother’s faces for millennia.
Gabriel turned to gaze at each brother, seeing the grief so prominent on the faces of each, the traces of despair and heartbreak. Gabriel turned to look at the three angels, the human and surprisingly a grim reaper who also showed signs of sorrow and visible grief in such a public venue. All for a human, as Gabriel knew who the anniversary was for. The human who had caused waves across all three realms, who’d made pacts with seven of the strongest demons in the Devildom, and was known to be a friend of the young demon lord and his powerful butler. A human who had worn, and controlled , the ring of Light. Lucifer Morningstar’s beloved ring. The one that had rejected Michael. They were openly grieving for this human, even after 10 years.
Lord Diavolo spoke up then. “Ask your questions then, but please be quick. We don’t want to waste any moment of this day, if possible. It has great meaning to us all and has become a ritual none of us wish to break.” His face was no longer showing the regular twinkle in his eye, but had grown sorrowful and solemn instead. “You are most welcome to join us, if you wish. I recognize you might never have met our beloved MC,but we are always willing to share our love of them with those willing to listen.” His gaze lowered to the photo sitting close to his hand, and Gabriel was astonished to see his eyes soften and shine with love. His hand moved slightly as if he wanted to caress the face of the person in the picture. “You loved them? You love them still?” Gabriel couldn’t hide the surprise in their voice, and they stared in wonder as the Demon Lord chuckled and turned his face, glistening with unshed tears, towards them and said “Loved them? Yes I loved them. We all did. They were our light in the dark. They brought us all together and gave us purpose, they showed us all that my wish of peace between the three realms was possible and not just a dream! My love will never stop, even with them gone.”
Simeon spoke up then, with Luke hugged to his side. “Gabriel, MC was a piece of all of us that was lost. Each breath feels as if my lungs are being pierced with glass, and I know I’m not the only one who feels this way. Please, let us be. Let us remember this anniversary in peace so we can help one another prepare for another long year without our spark.” Tears rolled down Simeon’s face and Luke started to cry in his arms. Mammon reached over and pulled Luke out of Simeon’s grasp and hugged him tight, his own body shaking as he rocked the young Angel in his arms. Gabriel noted the others were comforting each other as well. Asmo being held by Satan, Beel and Belphie supporting Levi who had his face buried in his hands, his shoulders shaking with grief. Raphael had his arm around Simeon, protecting him and providing support. Gabriel suddenly shouted out, “The questions have been answered!” He bowed his head waiting.
A soft bell rang three times from the pillar and Gabriel’s face broke into a smile as they shimmered into their Angelic form. Soft wings of white shimmering with gold dust and a halo of golden light graced their form. Their voice boomed out with wonder and joy, echoing through the rooms, causing the walls to shake. “Behold! A new Angel has been born! Will the Prince and Future King of the Devildom, Lord Diavolo, accept the Celestial Father’s gift of a permanent Celestial Ambassador to the Devildom? Do you promise to protect them, and provide guidance to them and allow them to participate in decisions that could affect the three realms?”
Barbatos gasped and grabbed Diavolo’s arm. Diavolo looked at him in surprise, but realized something momentous was happening and,quite possibly, the reason they had needed to host this particular anniversary at the Fall was about to be revealed. He nodded and spoke up, taking on his demon form. “I Lord Diavolo, Prince of the Devildom and heir to the throne, do accept the Celestial Realms gift of a permanent Celestial Ambassador to the Devildom. I promise to protect them, guide them as needed and to allow them to participate in decisions made that could affect the three realms.”
Lucifer and the others stood stunned at this sudden development. The angels knelt in awe. A new Angel? This hadn’t happened in millennia! Solomon and Thirteen stepped back, watchful but confused over this turn of events.
The light in the pillar softened and a form started to take shape. The outline of wings became apparent, and all were surprised to see they weren’t traditional Angel wings, with their feathers and bird like form. No these were larger more bat like, or possibly dragon like wings, reminiscent of Diavolo’s wings. The dew claws could be seen on the two largest wings which spread up and out behind the Angel’s back. With a soft gasp the figure staggered slightly as it exited the pillar of light, and Gabriel caught their hand to steady them.
Solomon’s “No..” caught everyone’s attention and for a split second they looked away from the figure, and his dawning grin threw the angels and demons off kilter. As one they turned back to the new Angel who had straightened and pushed their hair out of their face. Barbatos dropped the tray he’d been holding throughout the previous conversations. Various gasps and cries echoed through the alcove. Diavolo stared too stunned to comprehend what he saw, but Lucifer’s gasp and sudden step forward broke the spell. “How?,” Lucifer pushed Mammon and Diavolo aside and reached to grab the angel’s hands. They stepped forward smiling as they clasped his hands in theirs. They smiled at the others standing behind him, the love in their eyes shining bright, causing tears and smiles to break out on demon, Angel and human alike. Thirteen grinned like a maniac and toasted them with the champagne glass held high. “About time” Thirteen said.
The new angel winked and spoke to everyone. “I’m home. This time to stay.” MC’s voice broke as Lucifer clasped them to his chest, his tears falling silently on their shoulder. Neither noticed the chaos exploding behind them.
************************
In the Celestial Realm
Michael: You’ve handed them over then?
Gabriel: Well, the parameters were met. The question was asked, ‘were they as loved as they said they were?’ Turns out they were.
Michael: tch
Michael: And what about that announcement. It almost sounded like vows!
Gabriel: I was instructed to be formal and those were the words I had to use.
Michael: You were instructed? You mean?
Gabriel: Yes. Not like I had a choice. *Grins*
Michael: what were you told to say if they hadn’t proved they loved the human?
Gabriel: Huh, funny you should ask. I wasn’t given anything for that scenario.
967 notes · View notes
jackalopesao3 · 4 months
Text
🧐 What Sins Will The New Side Characters Fall Under? 🧐
So I’ve had these theories floating around in my head for a while and I figure I’ll put it out there before they all become dateable. Here are my thoughts on what primary sin each new character falls under.
Thirteen: I think she will fall under Gluttony. takes MC to the cafe a lot, she mentions she likes being alone on her birthday to have an entire cake to herself, and was delighted when Barbatos made two cakes for her instead of one on a visit to the castle.
Mephistopheles: I want to say Pride because of his affiliation with Diavolo and being a braggy brag about being a noble HOWEVER he is also a strong contender for Envy. He’s clearly jealous of Lucifer’s closeness to Diavolo and also feels threatened by MC’s relationship with him.
Raphael: I was leaning towards Wrath for him, considering he is quick to unleash his spears at those that anger him but we already have an angel associated with Wrath so he may end up being something else. I could see Raphael being associated with Pride only for the fact that it seems he is very responsible and takes pride in his role in the Celestial Realm and being an angel.
Michael: Michael is without a doubt Sloth. He nods off during poetry readings, is known to leave Raphael with his own duties, shares interests with Belphegor, and Raphael has hinted at his laziness. Also, he doesn’t seem to follow through with threats.
121 notes · View notes
kakuryuminn · 11 months
Text
SHATTERED
°Connected to my fic 'You killed me, in this place.°
Includes: Self blame.
A/n: I have read many michael headcannon. So, um. I have written Michaels personality here like that one hc i read. I don't actually remember it clearly, but it stated there that michael never really want to talk about mammon. (Uncomfortable? Idk.) So based off some of the scenes in that hc. I'm really bad at explaining. I hope you enjoy, thank you for reading!
Tumblr media
"Michael."
Raphael called his name, there was sadness in his voice. An emotion rarely heard from the angel. "You should leave your room." He said, knocking three times. Raphael knew he could be heard from the other side of the door.
"You need to do your duties." He told him, knocking again. But this time, the knocking was not loud.
"Come out."
The room was silent, the seraphim laying on his bed could hear raphael sigh from the other side. A few minutes had gone pass, finally, he heard the sound of footsteps walking away.
Michael buried his face into his pillow, closing his eyes.
He couldn't find the strength to get up and do his work. He simply can't.
But why?
When he received the news, he was fine. He felt a little sad but that was it.
...
Or was it really?
...
Michael got up, he was now sitting in his bed. Both of his legs stretched, as he leaned at the headboard of his bed. Both of his arms limp at his side.
"Why am i like this...?" He questioned himself, laughing bitterly. "That child is no longer my brother. Why do i feel so shattered?" He laughed again, this time, a tear ran down his cheeks.
Michael stopped.
...
"I shouldn't have entrusted my brother to him..." Michael gritted his teeth, his words full of regret and spite. "I should've never let my brother under his wings..." He muttered again, clenching his hand.
...
What was the point of blaming that person? What was the point of regretting it all now?
...
Michael lifted his right arm, wiping off his tear. He should not cry. He is a well respected angel. He was once thought to let go of the past.
He should let go.
...
"Ya know, i think sunflowers suit ya, michael."
...
"Because it's yellow like yer eyes!" The child laughed.
...
Michael opened his eyes and looked at the mirror beside him, his heart being pulled when he saw how dull his eyes were. He looks like a total mess.
"...How laughable. It's not even close to those sunflowers." He laughed bitterly, there was spite and hatred in his voice.
He hates this feeling.
He hates how he was so affected.
He hates mammon.
He hates mammon for making him feel like this.
"That child really never did anything right." Michael said through gritted teeth, turning away from the mirror and curling to himself.
He closed his eyes, ignoring the aching pain growing in his chest. But it was no use.
For he hears that childs voice even in his head.
"Brother! I made a wreath for ya!"
...quiet.
"Do ya want to cut the bread in half?"
Go away.
"Are ya alright?"
Because of you, im not.
"Do ya feel pain, Michael?"
...
"Why do ya not want to hang out with me anymore?"
Stop.
"I want to be under Lucifers wing."
...Please stop.
"He understands me more than you do, i don't want to be your brother anymore!"
...
Why?
"What did you see in him that made you want to leave me?" Michael spoke in a shaky voice, his every word trembling. "Why do you trust him so much that you gave up being an angel just to follow him?"
He asked, and asked.
Up until now, he can't understand why. He could not understand why mammon had chosen lucifer, and not him. Not him, who was his real brother. Not him, who mammon saw when he opened his eyes. Not him, who taught mammon everything that he needs to know.
Deep down, michael knew why. Deep down in his heart, deep within his thoughts, there buried the answers to his questions.
It was because it was also him, who caused mammon a lot of pain.
...
Michael sometimes wonder, what would've happened if he had stopped his little brother to fall down with lucifer? If he had tried understanding him better, if he acted like a brother.
Would mammon, a demon that hold a special place in his heart, be alive to this day? Would he have spent every day seeing his brother smile brightly? Would he have saved mammon from that tragedy?
...
"Mammon has been declared dead. His lifeless body had been found in his cell, multiple curse seals were casted upon him. He had met his unfortunate death on the 15th."
It was the report he had received from simeon.
A report that he didn't know would shatter his heart. With every word, with every elegant stroke, it shattered a big part in his heart, turning it into pieces. Pieces that is impossible to be glued together.
Michael might come out of his room unbothered. He may come out of his room looking normal. He may come out of his room without a single hint of sadness in his eyes. He may come out of his room with a smile on his face.
But they would never know what happened inside this big room, where he slept, and work. They wouldn't know the tears he had shed every time he remembers mammon. They wouldn't know the anguish and longing he felt. They wouldn't know the sadness that lie deep down in his smile.
They wouldn't know that his heart had been shattered.
They wouldn't...
Tumblr media
140 notes · View notes
sweetfire01 · 6 months
Text
He was lost, and he's found [Pt.1]
(Forced age regressed!Lucifer, caregiver!Michael)
Michael watched the sleeping figure hidden under the covers that rose and fell with the rhythm of his breathing, slow and regular. He was fast asleep, protected, safe, in the high ranking archangel's room. Like the prodigal son who, returning to his father's home, was welcomed with open arms, so Lucifer had returned to the Celestial Realm. Forgiven. Everything was as it should be. At least most of it. Lucifer rolled over in his sleep, chains jingling in the silence. He was obviously still a demon, so these precautions had to be taken. Two around the ankles, to prevent him from running; two shorter on his wrists, to limit the use of his hands; and the last one around his throat, tying him to the headboard of the bed. This one gave Michael a lot of pain just to look at, his little brother held back like a dangerous beast. He had heard many rumors about his demonic form: four large black wings, two pairs of curled horns, a dangerous and deadly aura around him. But that wouldn't happen again. The chains were used precisely to prevent him from using his demonic powers. He put his hand on his hair, right where the horns appeared. He would never transform again. He started massaging and scratching the area underneath. The younger one had always adored him and, even now, he could be heard purring in his sleep. Never again. His little brother is now here. In the Celestial Realm. At home. And he would go back to being his little angel. Michael hoped the process wouldn't take too long. He wanted to get him back as soon as possible. The archangel smiled and lay down next to him.
36 notes · View notes
ayerith · 3 months
Text
you know, i will actually have personal beef with solmare if it turns out that they just decide to make michael look like a lucifer dupe. 8( - i’ll still love him obviously but like why would you do that!!
i will also lose it if they throw away the opportunity of giving him long hair
TRUST YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH.
23 notes · View notes
solnsol · 9 months
Text
Recently just saw this design of Michael from another game... and all I can say is, Solmare, we're waiting 👀
Tumblr media
(the game is "What in hell is bad?" btw)
51 notes · View notes
certified-sloth · 11 months
Text
Nightbringer is Barbatos, Nightbringer is Michael
Here's my other candidate:
Solomon
A little far-fetched, but nightbringer could be Solomon-
Why?
He has benefits in this timeline (like having MC for himself)
He excuses the current devildom they're stuck in, as the "past"
Well, it's not exactly wrong, but it's still vaguely mentioned as a different world in the recent chapter
If it were the og worldline that MC and Solomon lived in, then there should've been an alteration to the present by now
Especially with how Solomon does the fucky-wucky with MC by how they're practically involving themselves heavily in the past
WHEN Barbatos had once mentioned in the OG game that you shouldn't interact nor let yourself be seen by the people of the past
Maybe the reason Barbie in the new game has beef with Solomon is because of the fact that he didn't exactly "borrow" our Barbatos' powers
But realizing that he and the MC don't really belong in their world to say the least-
Also, imagine how in the og game, Barbatos is actually nice to Solomon but in nightbringer, he gets disgusted just by the mention of his name 💀
This dialogue below me sounds like a Solomon thing to say
Tumblr media
Anywayyy, that is all 😌 thank you for reading my ted talk
AND Nightbringer here is talking about pacts- although Solomon initially kept bugging Lucifer for a pact-
Tumblr media
Unless Solmare thinks of making nightbringer a different ass person that we have yet to know of, then I will raise my white flag in surrender-
35 notes · View notes
missartistabby · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Just a very annoyed Michael who is differently not jealous and possessive towards Lucifer. Enjoy!
Caption: Look at you Luci. Smiling with your younger brother. Makes me sick. No one else should make you smile except for me.
104 notes · View notes
tsukii0002 · 10 months
Text
Michael: I wish I could be like you Mc, I wish I could have what you have.
Mc:...
Mc: I can offer you latent traumas or stress, choose what you like more.
.
.
600 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
31 notes · View notes
Text
The Obey Me writers have put themselves in an interesting situation.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I don't know if we're ever actually going to see Michael in person in the game, but if we do it will be interesting to see his design since there are already multiple characters who were designed to look opposite of Lucifer:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
We've got black hair and white hair, pale skin and tan skin. Lucifer has red and black eyes while Mammon has blue and yellow eyes. Some people think Mammon's eyes are blue because he's supposedly the closest of the brothers to being an angel, I completely disagree. I think the creators designed Lucifer first (the game was obviously designed around him) and then picked elements that would directly contrast for Mammon who is so unlike Lucifer in personality and actions. While blue isn't the exact opposite of red on the color wheel, our eyes perceive them as opposites. Hot vs cold, red vs blue, you know what I mean. Their demon forms are also so different, Lucifer is covered up as much as he possibly can be, and Mammon is barely wearing anything.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
You know what color IS opposite red on the color wheel? Green. Satan has light hair too, just not white because the brothers all need different hair colors so you can tell them apart immediately. Satan's hair is messier than Lucifer's (not that you can really tell with the cards I chose to show). Also, and this may not have been intentional, but I love how Lucifer's every day outfit has a ton of buttons except on the pants (you know, like a normal outfit) but Satan's every day outfit has no buttons on top, they're ALL on the pants.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Then we have Diavolo whose colors are an inversion of Lucifer's, right down to their nail colors. He's got red hair, light eyes, black nails, and tan skin while Luci has black hair, dark eyes, red nails, and light skin. Similar to Mammon, Diavolo's demon form shows a lot of skin compared to the way Luci covers up everything, including his hands.
Like I said before, I don't know if they're ever going to show Michael. I think it serves the game better if he's a semi-omniscient voice we hear sometimes. I just think it's funny there's already at least 3 characters (I could make cases for Asmo and Simeon but that seems like overkill) who are supposed to look like polar opposites to Lucifer.
79 notes · View notes
psychocoffeeaddict · 1 year
Text
Hell hath no fury like a mad MC! (My mom isn’t very tall, but she’s scared men taller than her like this. It is pretty funny. Unfortunately nobody’s ever come to their rescue! Lucifer must still have some feelings for his old brother!)
***********
Lucifer walked into Purgatory Hall to find Simeon laughing so hard he could barely breathe. Luke was doing his best chihuahua impersonation as he ranted at Simeon to stop laughing and go help stop the fight! He froze when he saw Lucifer standing in the door.
“Ah, ah Lucifer!” Simeon gasped trying to speak. “MC!” Simeon collapsed back holding his sides, his laugh too strong to talk. Lucifer’s eyebrow rose. “Where is MC? We need to head back to HoL.”
Luke stood trembling as he spoke up. “Lucifer, you have to go stop them! MC is with Michael in the kitchen and they aren’t being respectful! They’re fighting with him!”
Lucifer frowned. Michael? “What the blazes is Michael doing here? Why did you leave him alone with MC?” Waves of anger started pouring off Lucifer as his anger grew. Luke swallowed and took a step back. Simeon continued to laugh uncontrollably.
“Th-ttt-they’re in the k-kitchen!” Luke’s finger shot out pointing down the hall. Lucifer swirled around and hurried off. Damnit, Michael alone with MC! He stepped through the kitchen door and stopped in surprise. MC, a good two feet some inches shorter than Michael, had the Angel in question backed up against the cupboards. They were lecturing him. MC was lecturing Michael. Lucifer grinned. He knew that tone. All of them had at one time been treated to that same tone and manner.
His smile widened. When MC got mad they were like a small furious kitten who wasn’t afraid of larger predators. His pride swelled. Look at them! Pinning the Archangel Michael against a kitchen cupboard! He shook himself, no, he’d praise them later when he found out the cause. Satan and Asmodeus were preparing dinner and he didn’t want them both late to it. Dinner was family time and he’d not let anything or anyone stand in the way of his family getting together!
He stepped forward and lifted MC against his side. They squeaked and wrapped their arms around his neck, huffing in irritation. He kissed their temple, keeping an eye on Michael. “MC, dinner is almost ready. We have to get home.” He knew that would cut through their anger and sure enough they paused and calmed down slightly. “Fine.” They threw a glare at Michael. “If you ever say something like that again.” They paused thinking. “I’ll tell God on you!” They turned their head and grumbled under their breath. Lucifer tried hard not to laugh, especially as Michael’s mouth had dropped open-in disbelief. “We’ll be taking our leave Michael.” Lucifer nodded at his ex-brother, and turned on his feet. “Our kitten has teeth and claws, you might want to remember that in the future.”
He couldn’t stop the huge grin sprouting on his face. MC lecturing Michael, he could see why Simeon was collapsed in the living room laughing. His brothers were going to have a field day when they found out!
568 notes · View notes