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Xhura: (about Solomon) Are you sure I can’t punch him in the face? Barbatos: Yes. Xhura: What if I just break his nose a little?

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Xhura's Pacts & Locations on His Body

"LEVIATHAN itches on his right shoulder blade. ASMODEUS tickles under his ribs. SATAN constantly makes him think he has a rock in his shoe. LUCIFER always holds onto him by the hips; his favorite place to steal a touch. And BARBATOS resides on his left shoulder; stalwart and sure." —— Xhura's Pacts

ft. @houselamentation's MC: Ayla Getsumei

First Pact ➣ Leviathan ➣ Right Shoulder Blade

An impulsive decision on both of their parts — made when Xhura, Ayla, & the Brothers were staying over at the Demon Lord's Castle for the weekend to immerse everyone in the exchange students' different cultures.

As Henry 1.0 chased Mammon, Ayla, & Satan in the underground labyrinth beneath the castle, Xhura & Levi came up with the brilliant(?) idea to just try and talk to the snake — like in the beloved Harrison Porter novels. But since Xhura didn't naturally speak snake, Levi offered to form a pact with him to lend Xhura the power to create an animal-tongue language spell on the fly.

Second Pact ➣ Asmodeus ➣ Sternum

Even though the exchange program was barely a few months in, Xhura was already so attached to the Devildom, to RAD, & especially to the brothers. Asmodeus more than any other — since Asmo had been the one to show Xhura around & help him acclimate.

Xhura's anxiety caught up with him one afternoon & led to him lamenting about what would happen when the program ended. Asmo wasted no time in resting a hand on Xhura's sternum & forging their pact to let him know that 'no matter what happens, I'll always be right by your side.'

Third Pact ➣ Satan ➣ Bottom of Left Foot

Ayla was the one trying to forge pacts with each of the brothers in order to help free Belphie. Xhura was a little more skeptical; harboring doubts about what someone could have possibly done in order to end up locked away like that. But when the time came for Ayla to try and urge Satan into a pact... he agreed to make one — but only with Xhura.

While at first his condition was set just to spite Ayla, Satan & Xhura ended up forming a real bond of understanding with one another — both feeling like the rejects of their family, & both just wanting someone who could look past his mistakes to see the person beneath.

While play-fighting on Xhura's bed in a debate as to where the pact would go, Xhura tried to kick Satan to the floor. Satan caught his foot mid-impact... and the rest is a constantly-itchy history.

Fourth Pact ➣ Lucifer ➣ Right Hip

Lucifer's promise to the constantly-dying-on-repeat Xhura was simple: survive one day longer than the week Barbatos announced that Xhura had left to live, & he would make a pact with him. Well, they jumped the gun a little bit on that one.

After finding out what it would take for Xhura to be saved — a pact with Barbatos that would let Xhura borrow enough of his power to keep him anchored to the reality where he wasn't killed by Belphegor — Lucifer decided not to waste another moment. Their pact was sealed with a claiming bite & passionate kisses on Xhura's hip.

Fifth Pact ➣ Barbatos ➣ Back of Left Shoulder

It was a pact made out of necessity more than anything else. In order to keep Xhura's body from dying with his mind alive & trapped in his corpse, Xhura would need access to Barbatos' unique ability to pick & choose realities. So under the conditions that their pact would only be used to save his life, Barbatos took the majority of Xhura's soul as payment for use of his power.

Of course, neither Barbatos nor Xhura — & certainly not the likes of Diavolo or anyone else — realized just how much of Barbatos' power Xhura would have access to. Which would eventually lead to Xhura's powerful desire to stay & belong in the Devildom making the part of his bloodline that belonged to Lilith 'fall' as the brothers did; turning him into a fully-fledged demon.

( Sixth Pact ➣ Lucifer ➣ Left Hip )

Xhura's only pact as a demon — reciprocated back onto Lucifer's own hip in a mirror image of the one they shared when he was still human.

It is as much a part of their bond & devotion to each other as their marriage vows were, & often serves as a comfort for Xhura & Lucifer both when words are not enough, or when they are far apart.

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Lucifer: I want to hear those three little words.

MC: I love you.

Lucifer: That's sweet, but try again.

MC: (sighs) I will behave.

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Ayla: How do we keep getting into these situations? Xhura: This many years of friendship and I still don’t know.

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MC: Hey, good morning lover.

Lucifer: Oh, hello.

MC: Gotta say, after last night... I'm a little weak in the knees.

Satan: *slams fridge door shut and stares at them*

Satan: Here's an idea. You walk into a room, you take a quick scan!

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I’m actually curious of one thing: how did xhura become a demon?

-(@amberrskiies)

EDIT: oh hey so i actually posted the events of the 'you're a demon, xhura' convo what'd'ya know~

eee hello @amberrskiies! yes yes i love talking about this so buckle up~

so in the events of Lesson 16, Xhura was the one who was sent back in time to find out how Belphegor got free — & thus he was the one who was killed, & who Barbatos reversed the death of by choosing a reality in which he never died at all

but something wasn't right. Xhura kept having dreams & recollections of the reality where he died, even after Barbatos said the residual magical knowledge from time-traveling should have faded. they eventually discovered that Xhura was somehow caught between the two realities; one where he died & one where he didn't — which led to him repeatedly falling into these magical 'coma'-like episodes where his body was for all intents & purposes dead, but he was still awake & conscious in his mind, just trapped

the only way any of them could figure to fix this was if Barbatos made a pact with Xhura & agreed to share his power over manipulating reality — where Xhura could tap into it himself & just 'pick' the reality where he never died

only Xhura ended up tapping into way more than anyone would have expected. he was already terrified of returning to the human world after the exchange program ended because he had nothing & no one to return to. yes he could have made a home with Ayla but he'd come to love & embrace the Devildom so much in his short time there that he was already willing to do anything to find a reason to stay there

& tapping into Barbatos' power gave him the push he didn't know he needed to turn his burning wish into a reality

the official explanation is that Xhura — who was a descendant of Lilith on his mother's side like Ayla was on her father's side — wanted to belong in the Devildom so badly that the part of him that was Lilith's angelic blood 'fell' much like the brothers themselves when they were cast into the Devildom

it started with a pair of cosplay horns Levi gifted Xhura as a coping mechanism following the aftermath of his pact with Barbatos, which he was warned would cause the equivalent of a severe depressive episode. they were just clip-ons, but Xhura loved them so much that they eventually manifested into the real deal

& then other circumstances led to the wings, & other other circumstances led to the tail — which led to Xhura having to conceal one over the other since no demon in recorded history has had both. he went a little overboard on the 'belonging'

& that's how Barbatos realized that Xhura was unconsciously & unknowingly using his ability to manipulate reality to transform himself into someone who truly did belong in the Devildom — a demon

believe it or not that's the shortened explanation of everything — since it doesn't cover Diavolo's mother (Xhura's ancestor on his father's side) who was the first human to transform herself into a demon — but there you have it!

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Me again! I've been curious about one thing with Xhura and that has to do with pacts he has. I'm aware he has pacts only with Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus and Barbatos. How come he didn't make pacts with the other brothers? Does it have something to do with trust or some kind of bond or something else? sorry if I'm asking too much- just really curious is all! ^^;;

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no no listen i literally love talking about this shit @amberrskiies bb~

so as i've said before, Xhura's world-state is shared with @houselamentation's MC: Ayla Getsumei. they come from vastly different upbringings & lives but the one thing they have in common is they both signed up for the RAD Exchange Program

well — the program & the fact that they are both distantly-distant descendants of Lilith; Xhura on his mother's side & Ayla on her father's side

Xhura was supposed to be an alternate — he was never supposed to get his letter because Ayla confirmed her spot in the program. but lo and behold suddenly they're both in the student council room & Lucifer is trying to figure out how they ended up with three humans & only two angels

& Ayla isn't just a descendant, either. she's Lilith's doppelganger. all of a sudden she's there and all of the brothers feel like they're seeing their dead sister everywhere they turn. its why Belphie reaches out to her from the attic — her & not Xhura

Ayla, being immediately distrustful of Lucifer's 'authority,' wants to free Belphie as soon as possible. Xhura is a little more hesitant. he wants to know what led to Belphie being locked away and the whole family lied to. but he agrees not to tell Lucifer because he doesn't want to see Ayla get into trouble

it's Ayla's idea to make the pacts. she wants to free Belphie after all. but some of the brothers trust Xhura a little more readily than they do Ayla. essentially from here on out the pacts MC makes are split between the pair of them:

Ayla has pacts with Mammon, Beelzebub, & (eventually) Belphegor; while Xhura has pacts with Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, & (eventually) Lucifer & Barbatos

after Xhura's pact with Asmodeus is made, Belphie reveals to Ayla that — though he has no idea why — he can feel the shared energy between the duo's pacts, & knows that as long as they have all 6 pacts shared between them that will be enough to free him. this is later revealed to be because Xhura & Ayla are both from Lilith's bloodline

in lieu of a pact with Lucifer, it's the duo's shared magics tying the pacts together that creates the final key for Belphie to be released from the attic

& it all goes tits up from there

but in terms of trust Xhura literally becomes the eighth brother; not just in spirit but in title granted by the House of Lords themselves. he trusts his brothers (& his brother-husband but we gloss over that little detail) with his life, & they trust him just the same. since he does eventually become a fully fledged demon that's really the only reason he doesn't end up making pacts with the rest

& also feel free to keep asking this shit is giving me lifeeee~

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I Wasn't Expecting Pillows

a random OM! comfort piece pairing: platonic siblings Asmodeus & my MC (Xhura) [he/him] word count: 975 rating: general

notes: this is just a general 'my fic is my comfort' little snippet. today's been rough and it would be nice to feel like asmo would always be there for me~ some general notes: this is platonic asmo & my mc xhura, xhura is an mc who became a demon, he is married to lucifer, & asmodeus is dating a handsome athlete named zelphrem (oc demon) none of this is really necessary to know but i can't not over-complicate the explanations

hope the short-&-sweet sillies make you smile like they did for me 💗

“I did a lot of crazy stuff back when I was human.”

“Oh Petal, I know~ You’ve regaled me more than a few times with stories of your… less-than-savory adventures.”

Xhura chuckles, tucking his hands under the impossibly fluffy pillow. How in the world has Asmo managed to hide this thing from Belphie for this long? Surely at some point or another the former youngest of the Lords of Hell has managed to ‘Goldie Locks’ his way through every pillow in the House. Xhura knows at the very least he’s rifled through some of Lucifer’s old throw pillows when his usual one is in the washer.

Hmm… Maybe it’s the perfume. That’s probably a decent Sloth-deterrent.

Or would it be a Cow-deterrent…?

“Petal? Hell to Petal~ Can you read me Petal?”

Xhura blinks several times, only to see Asmodeus staring down at him from right above. He’s smiling that usual ‘I’m here for you darling’ smile, but there’s a hint of something concerned behind his honeyed eyes. It doesn’t go away even when Xhura offers up a smile of his own.

“Sorry, spaced out there for a second.”

“Uh-huh…” Asmodeus doesn’t sound all too convinced. And given Xhura’s history with ‘spacing out’ being a whole lot more than just your everyday daydreaming, he has every right to feel even a smidgen of concern. “Promise that’s all it was?”

Xhura nods and reaches down for his brother’s hand, making a show of linking their pinky fingers together. “Pinky promise.” Their eternal promise — their brotherly bond. Something so simple but maybe it’s the simplicity of it that makes it mean so much. Anyone can make a pinky promise. But it’s those who keep them that truly bring meaning to sentiment.

Asmo huffs and falls back down on Xhura’s left side. He knows he’s basically lost all ability to voice his worries now. But he also knows Xhura wouldn’t swear on a pinky promise if he wasn’t absolutely certain.

“Then what were you thinking about?”

Xhura chuckles. “Belphie stealing your pillows.”

“Petal! Now why would you put such a horrible thing out into the universe like that?” Asmo reaches and grabs the first thing he touches; another throw pillow, albeit smaller, in the shape of a heart. Xhura vaguely remembers Asmo gushing about how Zelphrem won it for him at Devil’s Coast or something like that.

And… THWACK!

Xhura gets a carnival keepsake pillow to the face.

“You’re just asking for bad juju now!”

“Hey!” protests Xhura with a laugh, trying in vain to cover his face but when Asmo can’t hit him there he just goes for all the other soft squishy bits. “You can’t get mad at me! You asked!”

“Well I wouldn’t have if I’d known you were trying to turn me into an unknowing victim of Belphie’s sticky pillow-grubbing fingers!”

“How does that make any sense?!”

It doesn’t, and that’s why they’re both laughing so hard that breathing becomes more of a wheezing exercise. Not like either of them are out of shape — not by a long shot. They both get plenty of strenuous physical exercise thank you very much. But maybe because it’s been so long since they’ve laughed like this. Without a care in the world, all the things normally hanging over them and the family like a grey storm cloud abandoned for one moment of pure mirth and joy.

Thankfully for Xhura his brother stops before the pillow—which is a sentimental gift, as opposed to a gift of real quality—falls to clumps of stuffing and scraps of fabric under the slightest duress. Even if Asmodeus would have no one to blame but himself for it. Xhura would of course feel responsible for being the tangential reason a gift from Zel ended up needing replaced.

The pillow falls on the other side of the bed without a sound. For several long moments the only noise in Asmodeus’ bedroom is the combined effort of their labored breathing.

Xhura and Asmo wordlessly lace their fingers together in the scant space between them.

It’s not really a shocker that Asmo is the one to break their breathy concert. What is a shocker is what he decides to say to do it.

“I wasn’t expecting pillows. Since you started talking about your crazy wild human years… I wondered if maybe you were remembering something you wished you hadn’t.”

Slightly out of sync Xhura and Asmodeus turn to face each other with their elbows bent and their heads propped on their free palms. The perfect position for a deep and emotional staring contest. Asmodeus casually fiddles with Xhura’s wedding ring. Xhura taps his nail against Asmo’s new acrylic set.

Finally, Xhura sighs and looks down. The first to break eye contact. No doubt that worries Asmo more… Xhura loves winning staring contests.

“If that’s what you’re worried about, you don’t need to be,” says the youngest Lord of Hell quietly — so quiet even Asmodeus’ demonic ears require a little focus to catch it all. “I’m okay.”

“I’m sure you are, Petal,” because the fifth brother is all-too-familiar with recognizing his baby brother’s tells these days; like where ‘I’m okay’ doesn’t actually pertain to anything specific nor does it have to be about the topic he’s trying to bring up; “but you seemed like you came in here and wanted to talk about… something. So even if you’re okay, I need you to know I’m here for you however you need me to be.”

The barest hint of a smile quirks up at the corner of Xhura’s mouth. A good sign.

“Like you always are.”

“Exactly, like I always am~” Asmodeus grins, unlacing their fingers only as long as it takes to BOOP the tip of Xhura’s nose. Then it’s right back to platonic comfort-touch hand-holding.

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MC: Lucifer, you love me, right?

Lucifer: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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Family Chores

silly OM! family-fluff characters: Barbatos, Diavolo, my MC (Xhura) [he/him] word count: 674 rating: general

notes: enjoy some nonsensical slice-of-life dishwashing with barbatos, diavolo, & my mc xhura. some basic info: xhura was 'adopted' by barbatos once their pact turned him into a demon, & he calls diavolo his uncle after discovering diavolo's mother was the first human to become a demon & a distant ancestor of xhura's none of this is really necessary to know but i can't not over-complicate the explanations

diavolo just really wants to help do the dishes from time to time~

It’s become a pleasant routine—against Barbatos’ wishes, though admittedly not entirely to his distaste—that the three of them wash and dry the post-meal dishes together. Their own little trio of a family.

Barbatos busies himself readying the large compartment sink with the appropriate cleaners and sanitizers. Xhura is always reminded of his days working the dishes as punishment for clocking in late at Hell’s Kitchen. But it’s really no surprise that whatever the butler has set up is top of the line no matter the chore.

While his father does that Xhura rolls up his sleeves and slips out of his dinner coat — exchanging it for his apron at the hooks by the kitchen door. The seamless transition from guest of the Royal Family to, well, just one of the family.

Diavolo watches as he always does; eagerly and with a sense of wonderment, practically hovering behind Barbatos as he relentlessly searches for an opportunity to jump in and help.

“What if I washed them this time, Barbatos? Just this once?”

“No, Young Master,” replies Barbatos; an answer unlikely to ever change, “I would continue to ask that you leave such tasks up to Xhura and myself.”

“But I think I’m ready. I didn’t miss a single spot drying last time!”

Xhura chuckles and nudges Diavolo’s arm with the spare apron in hand. The Prince takes it immediately, though his disappointment is impossible to miss. “Don’t take it to heart, Dia-ji. I’m sure it’s just that…”

Eyes quickly darting around, Xhura thinks up the first most logical excuse that comes to mind— “Father just doesn’t want you exposed to the cleaning chemicals, I’m sure. Isn’t that right?”

Barbatos hums bemusedly. It’s not technically a lie, so Diavolo’s natural lie detection doesn’t raise a fuss. He’ll humor it for now.

“Indeed.”

With a perfectly reasonable explanation given then the only thing Diavolo can do is sigh and nod as he fumbles with the apron knot behind his back. It would be rude to continue pushing the matter now after all.

“Here,” Xhura gently bats his hands aside to work on it himself, “lemme help you with that.”

“Thank you, Xhura. I swear there’s a hex on this particular apron or something.”

“Preposterous,” Barbatos replies on instinct. Xhura just snorts.

“Between you and me, I agree. The knot always ends up slipping when I wear it, too.”

He can feel golden-tinted eyes flicker away from the mountain of soapy bubbles beginning to build in the sink to linger on him. Xhura meets his father’s gaze with a cheerful smile. Sometimes it’s just about humoring someone.

“And anyway, Dia-ji, you’re getting to be an expert at drying everything.” Again, another not-technically — as Xhura only had to go back behind Diavolo twice the last time they all did the dishes together to make sure there weren’t any water spots left over on Barbatos’ good dishware. But twice is a vast improvement from the number of times it had to be done before!

It’s the little victories in the end, right?

Indeed, if Diavolo’s sheepish little smile is anything to go by. “Well thank you Xhura.”

“If you two are ready?” Barbatos asks calmly. And it’s more than enough to spring the other demons into action.

And so their assembly line begins. Barbatos scrubs diligently at this plate and that pan before handing each one off to Xhura; who makes sure that everything that comes his way is properly rinsed off and free of soapy bubbles. Each item then goes from Xhura’s hands into Diavolo’s waiting grasp where he gives it a determined drying with two dish towels before setting it aside on the nearby counter-top rack.

It’s a monotonous tedium for most families — one that definitely would garner drawing the short straw in the House of Lamentation for example. But to this unique trio it’s not seen as a chore in the slightest.

It’s time spent together — as close as they will ever come to being equal to one another.

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*following Lesson 16*

MC: Why do people keep trying to put this blanket on me?

Satan: Because you're in shock.

MC: That doesn't mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze.

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the soft is killing meeee~

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✧ The Disaster Duo — 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 Edition ✧

           After learning Ayla has magically journeyed into the Devildom of the past, Xhura calls on all of the skills he’s honed as Barbatos’ surrogate son to follow hot on her heels. He’s determined to stop the overzealous sorceress’ mysterious plans to reach her goal of harmony across the Three Worlds... because whatever she has in mind means influencing the Brothers—his family—at their most vulnerable.

Obey Me! Nightbringer-design ‘fake’ cards based on original posts [HERE] & [HERE]

CREDITS—   UR+ Card Template: my design (sigil, coloring) layered over @rubystarraven​‘s NB UR+ Templates Faceclaim(s): Akira Kougami from Nil Admirari no Tenbin  — ft. Tsugumi Kuze [same source] as @houselamentation​‘s MC Ayla Getsumei *all images/character designs used belong to their original creators & are only being used as likenesses for mine & my partner’s OM! MCs  

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34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

34. COPY & PASTE AN EXCERPT YOU'RE PARTICULARLY FOND OF

frankly this is kinda rude since you know all of the excerpts i'm fond of??? ok i finally picked one but i had to include your reply as Diavolo for full context

XHURA

The young dying demon claps his hand over his mouth. If Lucifer ever found out about the things he’s saying… even in death he should have pride, and dignity. He doesn’t, but he should.

“You… you can’t possibly know, or understand what I’m feeling right now. You’re all-powerful, you get everything and anything you want. You just keep watching people die around you and you never feel it.

“No… screw that. You’ve taken so much from me… your condolences mean nothing until you know why I am so. fucking. afraid.”

Xhura practically slams his hand down, palm-open on the table.

“Take it. You owe me this, My Lord.”

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DIAVOLO

Diavolo doesn't enjoy it, exactly. He's doing doing everything he can to prevent further death and suffering!

It's the reason this is the second time he's been willing to sacrifice a version of Xhura… though, maybe that's a hypothetical worth debating later. Because the first one never got a choice.

Would you die so that another version of you could be safe and happy with another version of Lucifer?

But there is too much overlap and risks and memories and—

Diavolo sighs and then nods. "One moment." He raises his hand to cast a sort of shield around the walls of this room, confining all sound and hopefully all magic cast to remain within this perimeter.

He thinks he knows what Xhura is planning. Barbatos would forbid him taking that hand. Even Lucifer would. He owes Xhura more than this.

The Prince will be responsible as well if this causes any ripples out in the universe. Nonetheless, he drains the last of his drink and, with a deep breath, lies his hand down on top of Xhura's.

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XHURA

Xhura squeezes.

It’s not a spell, per se. It’s just a feeling. An overwhelming feeling that can’t even begin to be described with weak words like pain and agony and loss and dread.

It’s knowing he didn’t have anyone who loved him in the Human Realm and knowing he wouldn’t have stayed alive long there. It’s knowing he has a family here; brothers and a sister who love him and want him to live.

It’s knowing their pain now that he will inevitably have to die again. For good this time.

It’s feeling all the love, safety, comfort of Lucifer’s embrace and touch and kiss… And it’s knowing he will, some day soon, never have that again. That he will be buried in the Garden where half of his grimoire was and if dying now is anything like all the times he died before… he’ll be aware of every moment of it. Time will mean nothing. Emotions, and family, will mean nothing.

Because the pair of them, Xhura and Diavolo right now, will be trapped beneath the dirt and unable to even whisper so much as an I miss you to the people he was supposed to have forever with.

Xhura finally pulls back, tears in his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself. He stares at Diavolo until the tears fall, yet the accusation in his glare never relents.

“Now take all of that… and realize… I thought I’d never have to feel it again. But I will. That’s what you’re condemning me to, Diavolo. And now you’re doing it knowing exactly what will become of me. Not death, not some kind of cosmic peace and release. Just emptiness, consciousness, and grief.

“I’m not asking for the world, Diavolo. I’m not asking for the realms to move for me. I’m just. asking. for the bare minimum to live. But you… you and the universe have decided that that is too much to ask for. That everything I told myself growing up is true. That I don’t deserve to live. It is too much of a burden. And I want you to live with that. Forever. Because if I have to, so do you.”

Xhura downs his final glass and stands. He stares at the magically locked door. “Please let me out. I only have so much time left with them.”

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❝I'm Not Human❞

featuring: Barbatos & my m!MC (Xhura Kusumoto) [he/him] written by: @houselamentation & myself rating: general (w/ language)

notes: i was initially going to convert this into an actual story-prose format but some of the nuances got a little lost along the way so i've decided to keep it as it is for the sake of the quality this is an excerpt from The Disaster Duo Chronicles' Second Arc: Our Endless Summer & details the events of when Barbatos revealed to Xhura that their pact allowed Xhura to turn himself into a demon [summarized here]

Xhura is written by me obviously; & Barbatos is fantastically written by Lia

BARBATOS

"Xhura, Xhura." Barbatos hates when force is necessary but has to pull Xhura's hands away from his hair— as gently as possible but quickly too, before more damage can be done. He holds on to both of them longer than necessary and implores him to listen, to understand,

"Sit down, please. I promised I would help you adapt. I promised that it would be possible for you to thrive in this world. I mean that."

—

XHURA

Xhura stumbles and falls back into his seat because he doesn’t know what else to do. Because Barbatos’ voice is as soothing as always and grounds him like nothing else but…

“You… you said…”

He said it…

“You said I’m not… it’s not all in my head…?”

Because that’s been his biggest worry. All the things they told him in the Human Realm were coming true. He was losing it. It was all in his head. He was being entertained to be made complacent.

Say it again.

“I’m not human.”

—

BARBATOS

"You are not human," Barbatos confirms. Xhura has drawn that conclusion on his own. It's possible he only needs a little more prompting and comfort every step of the way in order to piece the rest together. It is worth a try. Barbatos will help regardless.

He returns to his own seat and refills their teacups. "It is not in your head, Xhura. You were born a human and until very recently, you were a human." He pauses, not to make Xhura worry but to recognize that everything will change as soon as his next point is realized.

"In much the same way that Lucifer was once an angel."

—

XHURA

Much in the same way…

Xhura sniffles, but feels the words rip themselves from his throat as unbidden as they were the night he spoke them.

”’They faded from brilliant white to obsidian the whole time you…’”

The whole time he…

When he…

When they all…

”’What did it feel like… to…’”

“I fell.” That’s not possible. “How did I… I’m not… but I…” Frightened, confused eyes flicker up to Barbatos’ emerald gaze.

“How. Please tell me how.”

—

BARBATOS

Nodding graciously, Barbatos tries to put a previously unimaginable concept into the right words. "Don't think of it exactly like Lucifer's fall," he advises. "He was cast out, banished from the Celestial Realm. You— essentially, Xhura, you banished yourself, or tried to. You don't belong to the Human Realm anymore— you wanted, you needed to be a part of this one so badly you…"

He shakes his head. There is no making sense of this, only deciding what to do next. "You should not be able to but you are making it happen. It may be due to a part of my power I did not intend to give you and there is also the fact that a human needs a soul and some certainty in the life they lead."

All of this on top of the fact Xhura is still learning to control his access to Barbatos' power, to cope with what is left of his soul… it is not an enviable time in the former-human's life. But beginning to accept and understand it remains the first and most important step.

—

XHURA

“I’m manifesting… unimaginable demonic bullshit on myself. I’m literally faking it until I make it.”

To put it in as eloquent simple terms as possible. Maybe it’s their shared bond but he gets what Barbatos is saying even though he’s really not saying all that much. He just… gets it.

“…The angel blood Ayla and I share. Our connection to Lilith. Whatever part of me… that was… chose to… do what my brothers did?”

My brothers. It’s his first time saying it aloud to someone not in the family. Yet he doesn’t do it as a conscious thought, nor does he consider changing his phrasing. It’s right.

It really is.

—

BARBATOS

In the [equally tense] kitchen, Barbatos nods. He still hopes Xhura can find this truth mostly on his own, supported but not led to anything before he's ready for it but that point deserves acknowledgment.

"Lucifer and the others fell when they realized what they were willing to sacrifice for Lilith's safety and autonomy, perhaps that they would all do the same for each other. And you fell when you accepted the truth of what was most important to you— the home, the love, and life you wanted, and what you'd be willing to give up to achieve and keep it."

—

XHURA

Now that he’s sort of not really calming down from his panic, Xhura reaches for his hip for comfort. Can’t help the way he thinks what if I could give him a similar mark, my version of a pact…

“So what happens now? Or going forward? Any of it?”

—

BARBATOS

"Going forward…" Barbatos nods to himself and then to indicate Xhura's teacup. It should still be warm enough and the relaxing properties certainly won't hurt him now.

"I can tell you now that I am seeing you and your future more clearly than I was earlier. My part in helping you is still in teaching you more about the power and how to use it— it bears repeating that you are accessing more of it than I ever believed possible —and keeping your knowledge in check.

“We can continue regular checkups once you're back in school to make sure the horns are not hurting you and to see how you are adapting emotionally. It's been a long day for you Xhura. My offer for tea is good for tomorrow as well but I suggest you get some sleep in the meantime."

—

XHURA

Xhura holds up a finger. “Pardon my French… but can we back the fuck up a few steps?” He says it comically, almost cheerily.

“Why would the horns hurt me? They’re clips.”

—

BARBATOS

"I see." Barbatos does not retract statements even when they are misunderstood or shared a bit too early. If the fallen-human is feeling any sensations of attachment where the clips are placed, he is not ready to accept or admit it.

This time, at least, it is simple enough to validate Xhura's concern. "Prolonged exposure. If you're wearing them in the same place daily, it'll take getting used to and there might be a little pain." Maybe he'll explain the truth later.

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Xhura: I don’t like saying ‘I told you so,’ but—— Ayla: The hell you don’t, it’s your favorite phrase.

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