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projectcaramel · 2 years

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He Accidentally Pins You Down - Obey Me! x Reader

Lucifer

“While I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way... seeing you under me like this...” You squirm as Lucifer smirks, his crimson eyes darkening as he looks at you, clearly enjoying the situation more than he should.

“Lucifer, come on,” you complain, making as if to get up, only for the demon to settle his hands on your wrists rather than on either side of you. You can feel your face flaming.

“You know,” he says, his smile widening as he leans his face closer to yours. “It’s been a while since we had time to ourselves. All I would have to do is lock the door...” You hesitate. He is right, after all. It was hard to find time to be with Lucifer when you were both so busy...

“I want lots of kisses.” Lucifer chuckles.

“Of course,” he promises before he leans in close to your ear. “And I want you."

Mammon

The white-haired demon’s cheeks turn dark with blush as he strangles out an apology. To your alarm, his nose starts to bleed, and you quickly ask if he’s okay.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” he hisses, his flush darkening even further. “I didn’ hurtcha or anything, right?”

“Well, the couch is pretty cushiony, so...”

“Ah, shit,” Mammon swears under his breath, and he jumps off you as he runs for a tissue to nurse his nosebleed.

“Mammon? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine!” he calls back, and you can see his ears are glowing. “Holy crap, I think I know what Asmo meant when he said that...”

“Are you turned on?” You let a teasing note enter your voice.

“That’s not it!” he blusters back. “I’m tellin’ ya, that’s not it, so don’t go gettin’ any weird ideas!”

Leviathan

The purple-haired otaku is frozen on top of you, his eyes wide and still processing where he is. As the instants slip by, his entire face turns red as a cherry, and he scrambles off you as quickly as he can to hide in the corner, curling into a ball and covering his face while his ears peek out like red lights.

“Levi, don’t you want your DVD back?” you ask, crouching in front of him, and he shakes his head, mute. “Come on, don’t hide like that.”

“This is so embarrassing!” he complains. “Let me die! Let me crawl into a hole and die!”

“Levi, you’re being ridiculous...”

“I’m the most cringe of cringe!” You sigh and give Levi a hug, feeling the warmth of his face seep into your shoulder as you assure him that he’s just fine.

Satan

“Well,” Satan clears his throat. “This is awkward, isn’t it?” He nervously laughs.

“A little,” you agree, although you’re not particularly opposed to the situation you’ve found yourself in with the blond.

“Let me help you up,” he says, as if just realizing he can get off you, and he pulls you up with his offered hand. “There we go. Sorry about that.” He smiles, although the blush on his face hasn’t disappeared as he rubs the back of his neck. “Should we, ah, keep looking for that book I was going to show you?”

“Please.” Satan nods and picks his way through his mess of books, stepping past you for the novel he’d told you about earlier. “And... since you haven’t read it, would you mind if we read it together?”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” He widely smiles as he says this, clearly happy about the suggestion.

“Can I sit in your lap too?” Satan’s blush renews itself, even as he slaps a hand over his face, muttering a curse under his breath.

“...Oi, oi, come on now... you know I can’t say no when you ask like that...”

Asmo

“Hehe~ Whoops~” Asmo hums, and you can feel the brush of his scarf. “Clumsy me. You’re not hurt, are you~?”

“...no,” you reply after some time, having to restrain yourself from admiring his beautiful face as he looks down at you, his orange eyes swimming with a playful lust, even as he pouts a little.

“Oh, shame! I messed up your pretty hair,” he complains, and you nervously laugh. Your hair is the least of your concerns, considering the fact that he’s so close he can kiss you. In fact, he does kiss you. “What do you think? Does your lipstick look good on me? Of course it does, right?”

“It does,” you confirm, and that’s the truth. He happily simpers at you.

“I knew it! Thank you~” Asmo kisses your cheek. “To make up for your hair, why don’t I make your skin pretty with this lipstick~?”

Beel

“Ah... sorry.” Although Beel is apologizing, all you can think of is how much bigger he is than you. He could have squashed you. “I didn’t mean to fall down like that... it’s just... I was so hungry, I think my legs gave out...”

“It’s fine,” you say, your mouth going dry as he struggles in vain to get back up again.

“I feel so weak...” he groans, and shaking yourself free of your astonishment, you rifle around in your pocket to give Beel the emergency granola bar you keep with you especially for him. “Oh, thank you so much! You’re my savior!” he cries in joy as he eats the granola bar whole, wrapper and all, before he finally rolls off you. “So... like I was saying, do you want to eat together?”

“Like I’d ever say no,” you chuckle, even as Beel practically lifts you up from the ground, and you can feel your stomach flutter as he does so with a huge smile on his face before he hugs you tight.

“Of course. Thank you.”

Belphie

“B-Belphie??”

“So sleepy,” he mumbles, his purple eyes lowered with the weight of his drowsiness. He yawns. “It’s such a pain to keep myself up like this...”

“No, wait, don’t relax! Belphie!?” You can feel yourself burning up as the demon lets the weight of his body settle partially on top of you, his head practically next to yours as he cuddles you. He’s smiling as you try to draw him back out of NREM-1. “Come on, don’t sleep on me!” you protest, but as if to go against your wishes, he curls closer to you, his light snores echoing in your ear.

You groan, bringing one hand up to your face as the youngest brother sleeps on top of you. Well, it wasn’t as if this was particularly uncomfortable, in any case. You suppose that you can enjoy the afternoon nap along with him...

Diavolo

Diavolo seems a little startled at the sight below him, as if he hasn’t realized he’s just bowled you over during your game of tag. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to knock you down like that. Are you alright?” You try your best not to ogle the muscles in his chest peering through his uniform and ignore the fact that his leg is wedged between yours.

“...Fine,” you reply faintly. You can smell his rich cologne, and you’re suddenly aware that you’re on the floor, in his castle, with his pale yellow eyes glittering down at you...and Barbatos wasn’t in the room.

“Ah, that’s a relief,” he sighed before he smiled, pulling his arm underneath your back to bring you to sit up with him. “I was worried I got a little too aggressive with you.” As he says this, you swear you can see a playful light in his eyes, as if he knows exactly what was on your mind...or maybe he’d been thinking about it on his own.

You clear your throat and say, “I think you should be disqualified.”

“Eh? Why? I caught you fair and square.” He pouts.

“You pounced on me.”

“And I’d do it again.” He grins, and you can feel your heart burst. This man will be the death of you!

Barbatos

“My deepest apologies.” Barbatos sighs and offers you a contrite look. “I’ve made myself quite ungraceful today... Not only do I waste your tea, but I also fall on top of you... I’m quite ashamed of myself as a butler...”

“Barb, don’t be so hard on yourself,” you try, your heart jumping in your mouth as he picks both of you up and deposits you into the chair you’d knocked over when he pinned you down. He immediately sets himself to cleaning up the tea he brought you. “You’re not perfect.” He chuckles.

“Thank you for going to the trouble of consoling me.”

“It’s no trouble!” you retort. “Here, let me help!”

“You’re too kind,” he says, but he at least accepts your help as you clean up the spilled tea together.

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t mind,” you assure him, and when he glances at you, a little surprised, you find yourself second-guessing if you should have said that. Still, when he smiles, you decide it’s fine.

Simeon

You find yourself looking at each other wide-eyed, Simeon’s hands on either side of you, his angel cape strewn across your body. Simeon is the first one to break the silence when he gives you a helpless expression and laughs.

“Oops?” he says with a cute tilt of his head. You laugh along with him, although for not the first time, you find yourself incredibly tempted to investigate the muscles Simeon so generously put on display.

“That’s the best you’ve got?” you chuckle, even as you both get off his bed, and the angel fixes your hair.

“It was a little messy,” he explains, and you give him a quick thank you. You must admit that you feel a little abashed that you were thinking some very inappropriate things while Simeon was nothing but sweet, completely oblivious to the situation. His hand lingers in your hair, and you can feel the warmth of his palm at your cheek.

“Simeon?”

“Ah, I’m sorry; I was entranced for a moment,” he replied, and you saw he was looking at your lips as he retracted his hand.

Maybe... not entirely oblivious.

Solomon

Solomon is laughing to himself, practically losing it in the midst of your situation. “Well, this is a situation, isn’t it?” It certainly is. The two of you became tied together by magic, since the sorcerer had been attempting to experiment with a new spell he found, only to discover that the spell wasn’t as straightforward as he might have assumed.

Just a few moments ago, he had tripped, sending you both tumbling to the floor, scattered with his numerous research papers, and now you find yourselves with a new problem—getting back up again. Your hands are glued to his, and he’s struggling to reach the spellbook where he found the magic in the first place so that he can at least start to reverse what he’s done, but you have to move in tandem if either of you want to get anywhere.

“This is so awkward,” you mumble, following the movements of Solomon’s knees as well as you can, practically crab walking.

“But it’s quite fun, don’t you think?” You can only shake your head as he leans over you to read the book.

“You have strange tastes, Sol.”

“Really? Ah, so all I have to do is...! There!” With a flash, both of you are unbound, and Solomon smiles down at you. All you can think of is that Solomon must have planned this mishap so that he could flirt with you.

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journey-to-the-attic · 4 months

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one thing i've noticed about obey me's story is that it generally delivers on big dramatic narrative moments, but often neglects the surrounding scenes and especially the fallout. there is of course, the oft-talked-about lesson 16, feat. mc's death that never gets brought up again, but then there's also s2's amnesia arc, which ends things with "mc has the ring so everything is completely fine forever"

om has a habit of doing this, where a realm-wide (or heck, universe-wide) problem is hand-waved away by the appearance of a convenient fix-it, which is usually either an object or just ~magic~ (magic as a plot device in om in general is handled poorly but that's a story for another day)

in some cases they just don't address the fallout at all. at least belphie talks about what he did in lesson 16 - but, see nb s2, wherein levi floods the entire devildom, submerging entire houses, and they don't bring it up again afterwards. as far as i remember too, belphie's mini-arc in this season wasn't really given room to breathe, either

but here's the main thing (spoilers for nb lessons 38 and 39)

i've just done these two lessons and in hindsight lucifer's mini-arc feels like a lot of missed potential

honestly they could have excluded diavolo entirely - his main purpose was to stall for time so that the brothers could show up. the moment where he kneels was cool (more on that moment later), but the way they've written him in means that the angels kinda. don't get to do anything? at all?

look - raphael has a gorgeous character moment at the end of 37 where he cries for the brothers' plight. like you don't understand this had so much potential!!! he didn't really do much in s1 (and might not have actually been himself??) so i was hoping this would be his chance to shine, but instead he's on the sidelines. simeon gets the most to do, and even then it's really not much. luke doesn't do anything, unless you count those blessings he and simeon give mc, but they don't really factor in at all??

what especially doesn't make sense about diavolo's role here is that lucifer turns on mc after they step in to protect him. this is meant to be a pay-off to diavolo's less savoury motivation for saving the brothers, revealed in his arc in nb s1, but all lucifer does is say it, get mad, then completely forgets about it once all is said and done

if that's all they were going to do with it, why bring it up at all? from a character standpoint, it makes more sense for mc to shield one of the angels - again, raphael this could've been your moment. (alternatively it could've been a call-back to the og s1 where mc shields luke in the underground tomb)

the appearance of the brothers was welcome, but at the same time i don't quite buy that they all got out of their respective predicaments completely fine. (also where did mephistopheles go??) lucifer also calms down very quickly, which is a great moment for the power of family, but at the same time i feel like he would've needed at least a few more dialogue boxes of him registering through his rage that his brothers were there. eh, this is more nitpicky than everything else

the brotherly moment was 10/10 though. love these guys <3

but i hated the final resolution so so much. sure, have god forgive him, whatever. but why would you end it all with a "papa loves you"???? if it had been raphael or simeon saying it, maybe i could get behind this as a symptom of the celestial realm's unhealthy society, but LUCIFER, whose greatest fear was revealed to be his father in s3 of the original story?

om has never made it seem like god's relationship with the angels was anything other than controlling and borderline abusive, and for some reason (if the poignant flashback is anything to go by) they've done a complete heel turn into "actually it's fine because he loves the angels". it could be read as representing how children often still cling to abusive/controlling parents, but i doubt it - especially coming from lucifer, who started a war and lost a sister in direct opposition to his father

and i get the whole deal with "lucifer was so beautiful as an angel" but it feels really disingenuous to the brothers' arc (about settling into the devildom and coming into their own as demons) to harp on about it. like, fuck that, have lucifer cast away the angel form, or at least have some pushback from him in the aftermath. have mc tell him "you're even more beautiful as a demon" or something

then in lesson 39 everything's back to normal. it's a very cute lesson and i had fun in the moment, but it feels off. there's no discussion of what happened, everyone's completely fine. there's got to be some psychological after-effects to all of that, no? for lucifer especially if not the brothers who got frozen as well???

though lucifer's dragon gift was very sweet. i can't stay mad at that old man

#i think a big issue is that om's juggling a lot of characters #even back when it was just the brothers they had trouble evenly distributing development and characterisation #(and beel's still constantly getting the short end of the stick)#nb is very good at delivering concepts but it's 50/50 whether they're executed well #am i being picky about this silly otome game? perhaps #but it's very much a character and story driven game so at the same time this is kinda the whole point #om is not badly written. otherwise i wouldn't have been stuck in the devildom for like 4 years now!!#but there are so many threads that could be so good #that the writers either miss or weave into the wrong knot entirely #obey me

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 1 year

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Sleepy Cuddles With Diavolo

Pairing: Lord Diavolo x f!reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings/contents: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Notes: I don’t think I really have much to say for this. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, it was so much fun to take his character and make him such a sweet and loving fiancé who’d be on your side no matter what. So, with the thought in mind, I rolled with the idea and 2k words later, here we are! I hope that you guys can enjoy this chapter!

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Truth be told, the rumors were getting to you. That you were only with Diavolo because he was someone so important. That you were less interested in him and more his money, his heritage, even his body. For the longest time you laughed them off, but it seemed as the years went on they were only growing more intense.

To battle off the annoyance you felt from the constant rumors, you decided to get a job. Going from a child who had everything handed to her in the Devildom to falling for the young Lord, you’d never so much as needed to think of getting a job to make cash. But now, you simply weren’t in it for the money. Instead you were trying to appeal to the people of the Devildom. You thought that maybe if you showed yourself to the public more, if you were viewed as more than Lord Diavolo’s fiancée, that people would see you as more than a lowly gold digger who’s dried up money drove her to any length possible to continue the lavish life that she’d lived.

So you got a job at one of your favorite restaurants: Hell’s Kitchen. A constantly busy, understaffed restaurant that was always looking for new employees.

Often times you ended up serving your oldest friends; Beelzebub, Belphegor and occasionally the other brothers when they would tag along. After joining the Hell’s Kitchen team, you were surprised at how quickly everybody, even the customers, had welcomed you to what some pessimistically teased you as calling “The lower world.” However, Beel’s words were at the front of your mind when people said such things to you.

“Don’t worry about them. They don’t matter. More people here like you than dislike you.”

After a month now of working daily at Hell’s Kitchen, you’d grown accustomed to the working life; you’d grown fond of the regulars and even made friends with most of your coworkers, as fleeting as some of them may be. After some time, it seemed at the rumors were slowly dying off. That your plan to get people to realize you were in it for the long run with the entirety of the Devildom was working.

However you weren’t ready to leave the place you’d joined almost reluctantly a month ago. You felt like you were at home when you were at Hell’s Kitchen. As much as you missed getting in bed with Diavolo and instead coming home after he was already asleep, you were enjoying the time you spent with other people.

But that didn’t mean that you weren’t sometimes more exhausted than normal when you returned back to the place that you called home with Diavolo. With a yawn, you leaned back into the dining room chair and rubbed your tired eyes. You quickly opened them and sent a smile at Barbatos as he poured you a warm cup of your favorite, sweet smelling tea and set it in front of you.

“Thank you, Barbatos.”

“Of course,” he said politely. “You seem more worn out than usual tonight, if you don’t mind me saying.” You took a sip of your tea and nodded before speaking.

“Today was extremely busy and two people quit yesterday so more tables than normal were left up to me alone.”

“Is that why you had to work more hours?” He inquired as he used a feather duster on the shelf by the window, though he was clearly listening as he worked.

“Yes, that’s why I went in early and stayed late. But I don’t want to complain, I saw Beel and Mammon today as well as a few other regular customers and their families. I got some very generous tips today. I think that I’ll give them to Mammon, he’s always complaining about what he owes in debt, though I have my doubts he’d use this money to settle them and instead he’d most likely buy something that will end up laying on the floor sometime soon.” You added the last bit with a soft laugh.

“Is all of this exhaustion, worth it?” He asked, catching your attention. You sent him a confused frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you don’t mind, it seems as if you’re rather exhausting yourself further than needed for some small rumors.” With a small gasp, you opened your mouth to speak but quickly shut it. The air was thick for a moment before a familiar tone broke it.

“Barbatos is right.”

“Young Lord.” Barbatos greeted Diavolo with a smile and a gentle bow.

“Diavolo—“ You spoke, but your fiancé raised a hand to silence you and took the seat across from you.

“You’re beyond exhausted.” Barbatos grabbed another cup and pored Diavolo a cup of steaming tea before he quietly excused himself from the room. “This isn’t the same part-time gig that you told me you were looking for."

“Diavolo, you don’t understand— I’ve invested myself in Hell’s Kitchen. I know the customers, I know the chef’s— I’m one of the only servers left. I can’t leave.”

“I’m not asking you to leave. I’m asking you to take it less seriously.” You frowned lightly and took another sip of your tea.

“I can’t take it less seriously; that’s not how I know how to work. That’s not how I do these things.” Diavolo gave a soft sigh and reached a hand across the table, offering comfort for you that you easily gave into.

“Barbatos is right, my darling. You’re exhausted. You’re working long hours. I permitted this when you were only working a few hours a day to show the people of the Devildom that you weren’t simply using me to get somewhere higher,” you flushed and looked down, unaware that Diavolo had known your plot all along, “However this has gone too far. You’ve more than proven yourself.”

“I should have known that you would see right through me,” you said with a sigh.

“I hear the rumors. I see the way that you slowly started to let it in. You suddenly taking a job at Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t surprising, but I didn’t think that it would go so far.” He stood, keeping ahold of your hand and helping you up out of your chair. “Come now, my love. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Let me clean up real quick—“ You started, however Barbatos was quickly behind you gathering the cups.

“You’re going to replace me if you keep cleaning up after yourself,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll handle the cleaning tonight.”

“Thank you, Barbatos,” Diavolo spoke, gently tugging you along to the stairs to head to your shared bedroom. “Come now. Let’s get to bed.” Sighing, you followed the man with no complaint. Things were silent on your way to the bedroom. He opened the door for you, closed it behind himself, and crossed his arms while you sat on the end of the bed. “Be honest with me.” There was no strict guidelines. He knew that there was more on your mind than you were letting on. You had never known that you were so predictable in his eyes.

“I am.”

“There’s things you’re neglecting to tell me. Not hiding, not lying about, but neglecting. I’d like you to be honest with me.”

“Oh Diavolo… why do you have to know me so well.”

“In this moment, I believe that’s your saving grace.” He sent you a gentle smile as he spoke. “My love, what’s going on?” Gently, the man sat beside you on the end of the bed and placed a warm hand on your shoulder. “I just don’t think that you’ve been yourself lately.”

“I have been.” With a sigh, Diavolo stood again.

“One of these days, I’ll get your guard down. For now, come lay with me.” Your fiancé stripped his jacket off, not bothering to put it away like he usually does. Diavolo took his shoes off and pulled the thick comforter back, laying beneath the sheets on the bed and offering an arm for you as you slowly stood up. You gave in, laying on the bed with the man and moving against his side. “How was work today then? You were gone an awfully long time.”

“It was so busy,” you started, though minding your words carefully. You didn’t want to complain; Diavolo had the entirety of the Devildom on his shoulders, you felt wrong complaining about anything to him. Especially since you knew that he would only make you feel listened to and be there for you. It made you feel selfish to think about. “But it was a good day— Beel and Mammon stopped by for a little while near the end of my shift. I had a quick snack with them before they left when it was closing time. A couple regulars came in, some with their family.”

“It sounds like it was quite crowded today.”

“Extremely.”

“Are your feet tired? Would you like me to rub them for you? I can only imagine that it wasn’t very comfortable to be standing and running around all day in your work shoes.”

“I can’t complain too much.”

“You never do.”

“Well— that’s not true. I complain.”

“Very rarely.”

“There’s nothing to complain about.” Diavolo gave a quiet chuckle and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You always say that. You know, even optimists can have rough days that they need to complain about,” you frowned and went to speak, but he quickly cut you off “— maybe complain isn’t the right word. Maybe vent is the appropriate term.”

“I have a good life. I’m happy.”

“Then even happy people can have rough days.”

“I really don’t have anything that deserves to be complained about.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked with a small frown.

“It supposed to mean that you have the entire Devildom looking up to you and Barbatos has the future and the past in his eyes, and he’s constantly working all day long. Lucifer has his brothers that he’s always looking after and Levi and Belphegor are extremely misunderstood and they need help.”

“I see. You feel like your problems are not justifiable. Is that it?”

“No, I just… do we have to keep talking about this?” You frowned., your temper growing short “It’s been a long day and I don’t want to have this conversation.” With another quick kiss to your forehead, Diavolo spoke.

“We can talk about it later.” With a huff, you nuzzled into his shoulder.

“Will you just let it go?”

“Absolutely not.” He spoke the words that you knew you were going to hear, one’s that you already heard in your mind before you even finished your sentence. “Maybe I do have the entire Devildom on my shoulders, but you are my first priority. And if you think that life is stressful for me, you’re incorrect. I love my position. Barbatos knows that when he’s tired, he can take a break. Lucifer loves his brothers. Belphegor is growing closer to his brothers and Levi is warming up to people. Everything is okay with everybody else right now. And if everything with you is not okay, then it won’t be okay until we fix it, and that is okay.”

“I hate that you’re always so encouraging.” A laugh left the man as he rubbed your shoulder.

“No you don’t. You hate that you’re just wrong this time around.” He quickly teased you. “Now, please, promise me that you’ll open up to me soon. It doesn’t have to be tonight, maybe not even tomorrow. Maybe not even a week from now. But you can talk to me. We’re not engaged because we neglect to tell the other what tires us.”

“I don’t want to be a burden.” You spoke softly.

“Never.” He spoke in a quiet tone. “Never could you be a burden. Certainly not to me. Now ease your minds of such futile worries and rest your head on me now. Good girl. Get some rest now. I’ll be here for you whenever you’re ready to talk.”

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mitsuas-coffee-shop · 18 days

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"Can I hug you?" you whispered, looking down to your anxious hands, not expecting your boyfriend to hear you. Which, he didn't, even if he was just right next to you, hanging on your room.

He's been this cold for god knows how long now, just doing some little favors to then ask something way bigger from you.

Why haven't you dumped him yet? Your mind says. That's something you don't even know yourself. Can you really do it? Your heart deadpans. He's been such a sweetheart when you first started dating.

But then again, he's not the same and you've been having this feeling someday he'll snap. Or you.

It leaves you with a bitter taste on your mouth each date you go on with him. The doubts on your mind coming to the unique conclusion of leaving him to get a better life for you, but your heart seems like it only remembers the sweet embrace he used to give you on a bad day.

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The only comforting thing for this evening you could think of being a 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑜 to help get your heart get colder and your mind be alert for any other sign it detects and depart from him now for good.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 +1 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑜

+ 1 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

𝚃𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑:

Denki Kaminari [BNHA], Hitoshi Shinsou [BNHA], Sero Hanta [BNHA], Dabi [BNHA], Tsukishima Kei [HQ], Ryonusuke Tanaka [HQ], Yu Nishinoya [HQ], Keishin Ukai [HQ], Yoshihito Usaida [GBS], Mammon [OM!], Belphegor [OM!], Solomon [OM!]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢: 𝙼.𝙲.𝚂.© (𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜) Tip: read carefully to find a hidden phrase.

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yueldn3 · 1 month

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Drowning emotions - Levi Drabble

Laying in a bathtub surrounded by the buzzing of fluorescent blue lights. The sound of swishing water from Henry’s small tank; the fans and buzzing of the monitor nearby.

So much noise yet so quiet at the same time…

Emptiness and solitude is all he can feel, He yearns for something more…something physical ; That can get rid of the stabbing pains of loneliness. He feels so numb that it’s hard to pinpoint what exactly he feels……

It makes him so envious, so jealous that everyone else feels better; while he has to suffer the pains of these emotions. While the world goes on without him. That his brothers enjoy life while he’s stuck in his room drowning in the buzzing and swishing of noises.

Drowning in the emptiness

Drowning in the numbness

Drowning in the world he has created that causes him such endless jealousy and suffering.

He knows he can’t blame the world. He chose to stay in and loathe in the feelings that he feels too comfortable in. Yet he still is envious of the world; the very world he wishes to be apart of, and not the one he created that he drowns in every day… Quietly under the dim blue lights and tanks of water while he lays beside numb and alone.

Drowning in solitude and envy

#obey me leviathan #obey me #drabble #grammatical errors #short story #AHHFJNJSNFBR #om! leviathan #shall we date leviathan #obey me shall we date #leviathan

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bbnibini · 7 months

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My only takeaway from this new memory card:

#it's just a silly and short story about mc and solomon babysitting satan and beel #while they're wandering like lost kids in a cave #they really are hammering on the domesticity of the mc x solomon pairing lmao #oh and beel ate something random again #obey me #obey me nightbringer

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devildom-drabbles · 1 year

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Story - What's Important

Summary: Beelzebub seeks advice for a new phone background. Main Character: Beelzebub Other Characters: The demon brothers and MC Word Count: ~3.3k Warnings: None, just silliness with a fluffy ending Notes: This story is inspired by a page from the short Obey Me! manga on Twitter (as seen in the panel at the end). It also serves as a headcanon for what each demon brother has as their phone background (when their relationship with MC is purely platonic, that is). Happy Holidays, everyone! However you choose to celebrate these final days of the year, I hope you’re able to spend it with the people and/or things that are most important to you. 😊💕

“And...done!” Leviathan declared. “All the data from your old D.D.D. is now transferred to your new one.”

“Thanks, Levi,” Beelzebub said as he retrieved the phone from his older brother’s outstretched hand. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem, but try not to eat your phone anymore. I don’t want to have to keep doing this.”

“Right, sorry...”

Leviathan picked up his wireless controller and resumed the video game he was playing before Beelzebub had entered his bedroom. “I meant to ask earlier, but why did you eat your old phone anyway?”

“Oh, it was because of the background I had on it,” Beelzebub explained. “I was really hungry, so I was going to order some food on Akuber. But when I grabbed my phone and saw the photo of the Bloody Terrine that Barbatos made for my birthday on the screen, I ate it without thinking.”

“Seriously?!” Leviathan shouted. “Geez, your stomach always manages to act before your brain can, huh?” He continued pressing away at the controller’s buttons without looking at the larger demon beside him. “You’d better choose a new background then, otherwise Lucifer will do worse than just giving you extra chores. You’ll probably have to pay for the new phone next time, too.”

“You’re right,” Beelzebub agreed, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What if he won’t let me eat until I have enough money to buy it? Or he puts a curse on the fridge so I can’t ever open it again?” A loud growl from the Avatar of Gluttony’s stomach seemed to make Leviathan’s room shake. “Just thinking about it is making me famished. Levi, what should I do? I don’t want to eat my phone again.”

The aforementioned demon felt a pang in his chest in response to his younger brother’s worried tone. “Uh, well, you just need to choose a background that isn’t food-related. Then you won’t accidentally eat it, right?”

“Sure, but...I don’t know what to change it to,” Beelzebub admitted.

“How about an epic screenshot from a video game?” Leviathan suggested. “I’ve got a ton of them saved on my consoles’ photo galleries!”

“Is that what you have as your background?”

“My gaming PC, yes. My D.D.D., not a chance! Only the lovely Ruri-chan is allowed to grace my phone screen! Take a look!” The otaku paused the game again to proudly hold out his phone for his brother to see. “This is a screenshot from the Season 3 finale when Ruri-chan gives an epic yet heart-warming monologue about her time in the human world. She talks about the friends she’s made, the battles she’s fought, and the things she’s come to love about that realm, and how she’ll continue to protect the human world no matter what evil tries to stand in her way. It’s my favorite speech in the whole series! And by this episode, the animators have mastered Ruri-chan down to the tiniest detail, which is easy for a true fan to notice when you think about the animation style in Seasons 1 and 2—”

“Most of the anime I like has food in it,” Beelzebub interjected nonchalantly, “and there aren’t any games that I like that much. What else could I do?”

“For starters, don’t interrupt me!” Leviathan then sighed while pocketing his phone. He redirected his focus to the screen, unpaused his game, and said, “I don’t have any other ideas right now, so try asking Belphie or something. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a legendary weapon to find!”

“You’re trying to come up with a new background for your phone?” Belphegor questioned, sitting up from his nest of pillows and blankets in the attic to give his twin his undivided attention.

“That’s right,” Beelzebub answered with a nod. “I need something that won’t make me think of food.”

The younger twin mulled over the dilemma for a few moments. “Why not just copy my background?”

“Yours? It’s a picture of some of the Devildom constellations, right? That suits you well, Belphie, so you should keep it for yourself. I don’t want to copy it.”

“Are you sure? I honestly don’t mind.”

“I know, but I’m sure. That’s special for you.”

“All right. Then maybe you could use a different photo of outside scenery. Is there a specific view that you enjoy?”

"I like seeing a huge meal being placed in front of me at an outdoor restaurant," Beelzebub replied matter-of-factly.

Belphegor shook his head tiredly, partly blaming himself for not clarifying his question further to avoid this predictable response. "Beel, I meant 'outside scenery' as in something in nature, like how I chose the constellations."

"Oh, right." Beelzebub considered the question more carefully this time. "I like the beach. I had a fun time with everyone when we went there last summer.”

Belphegor smiled at the memory. “That’s a good one. We did a lot on that trip, didn’t we?”

“Yeah. We had swimming races, water gun fights, snowcones, broiled deathfish—” A familiar rumble abruptly silenced Beelzebub. “Uh-oh, the beach makes me think of all the things we ate there. I don’t think I can use it as my phone background after all.”

“In that case, any photo from the trips we’ve gone on probably won’t work either,” Belphegor realized, lightly scratching at his cheek. “Hmm, what else might work?”

Just then, the pair heard footsteps reaching the top of the attic stairs and saw their blond-haired brother peeking inside the room.

“There you are,” Satan sighed. He appeared somewhat disgruntled at the sight of Belphegor—bedhead, dried drool, and all—sitting comfortably atop the low rounded bed. “I had a feeling you’d be napping up here when you didn’t show up to our Anti-Lucifer League meeting.”

“Ah, sorry,” Belphegor apologized half-heartedly, “I overslept a bit, and then I got distracted while helping Beel.”

“With what?” Satan inquired.

“I’m trying to pick a new background for my phone that won’t make me want to eat it,” Beelzebub explained. “What do you have for your phone, Satan?”

“Mine is a photo I took the other day of two stray cats sleeping beside each other,” Satan answered. “They looked so peaceful snuggling together that I couldn’t help myself. Before that, though, it was a photo I found of Cat Island in the human world. Images of cats are always wonderful to see.”

“No surprise there,” Belphegor commented. “Well, did that give you any inspiration, Beel?”

“Actually,” Beelzbub began, “remember that animal documentary we watched last week, Satan? I think a background of one of those animals would be nice. Can you help me find a picture?”

“Sure,” Satan agreed, “but then Belphie and I really need to get to work on planning our next prank, okay?”

After searching through online photos of Devildom animals, Beelzebub settled on a picture of some baby devil chickens, which Satan promptly saved to set as his younger brother’s new phone background.

“Nice choice, Beel,” Belphegor remarked, having gotten off the bed to look at his twin’s phone screen.

“It’s not as good as cats,” Satan noted, “but devil chicks aren’t so bad either.”

Beelzebub smiled warmly, glancing between his brothers and then back to the image within his hand. “They’re cute, especially that really tiny one that’s with them here. Ah, that makes me think of how nice and plump they’ll all be when they grow up into big devil chickens.” His rumbling stomach echoed through the room. “Oh... Now I want to eat fried devil chicken.”

“I guess you’ll have to forego a background with animals, too,” Satan concluded with a shrug. “Belphie and I have to get going now, but we can help you brainstorm some more ideas later, if you still haven’t decided on one. In the meantime, why don’t you ask Asmo for advice?”

“My wallpaper?” Asmodeus repeated while fixing his long bangs. “Why, it’s me, of course! I pick a different selfie every day to admire on my phone screen.”

In retrospect, Beelzebub realized that he should’ve seen this coming. Nonetheless, he figured that some follow-up questions may better aid him in his quest to choose his own phone background: “But why? You see yourself in the mirror and on Devilgram every day, don’t you? Why do you need to see yourself on your phone screen, too?”

Asmodeus immediately ceased fidgeting with his appearance in his vanity mirror and twisted back to stare at Beelzebub with a gobsmacked expression. “Um, isn’t it obvious? Who wouldn’t want to see such a gorgeous face gazing at you any chance you get? I mean, look at me!” He stood from his chair to gesture to his entire body.

Beelzebub’s brow furrowed as he stared back at the Avatar of Lust. “...I’m looking?”

Asmodeus huffed in surrender. “Give me your D.D.D.,” he ordered. “Maybe it’ll make more sense if you had a photo of yourself as your background.”

“I’m not sure...”

“You won’t know until you try! Just hand it here!”

Without further protest, Beelzebub relinquished his phone to Asmodeus. He watched quietly as his older brother opened the Devilgram app and scrolled to a particular photo from his AsmoBaby account. A few taps later and the image was boldly displayed as Beelzebub’s phone background.

“Is this one of the photos you took of me while we were working out together?” Beelzebub asked, the device now returned to him.

“Yup, that’s right!” Asmodeus admitted with a cheery nod. “It blew up on my page after I posted it. You even gained more followers, as well!”

“Really? But it’s just a picture of me doing a push-up.”

“What are you saying?! Look closely!” Asmodeus started pointing at specific parts of the image while he spoke. “That determined expression, those toned arms, the sweat dripping from your face, your fitting clothes... Whether it’s this photo or one of my countless selfies, don’t you feel absolutely enamored and energized upon witnessing such a breathtaking figure? That’s how everyone in the comments felt!”

Beelzebub tilted his head quizzically, not understanding his brother’s—or his fans’—enthusiasm over the photo. “I just feel hungry,” he stated simply, his hand resting on his stomach. He had been trying to solve his phone-background-predicament for quite a while without a single snack, and the hunger was now becoming too much to bear.

“Ooh, yes!” Asmodeus exclaimed excitedly. “Plenty of the comments here mention that they experienced a sort of ravenous urge when they viewed this photo.”

“That’s...not what I meant. ...I think? Never mind. A picture of myself—or you—won’t work for me, but thanks for trying, Asmo. I’m going to the kitchen.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, Lucifer! I promise!”

Beelzebub halted briefly at one of the breaks in the staircase within the entrance hall area. He glanced over to find an annoyed Lucifer in the midst of restraining a pleading Mammon who will soon be strung from the ceiling (i.e. a common scene in the House of Lamentation—nothing noteworthy, in Beelzebub’s opinion).

“If I had a Grimm for every time you’ve ‘promised’ that, then your latest debt would be easily paid off,” Lucifer remarked, unfazed by his younger brother’s begging.

“I mean it this time! I swear!” Mammon declared as he squirmed relentlessly within the strong rope being tied around him. He then noticed Beelzebub wordlessly walking around them to head to the kitchen, hoping to remain unseen. “Beel! Hey, Beel! You believe me, don’tcha?! Tell Lucifer what a great and trustworthy demon I am!”

“I’d rather not be involved,” Beelzebub responded, uncomfortably rubbing one of his hands over the other.

“I’ll buy ya a meal at Hell’s Kitchen!” Mammon bargained.

“Mammon is a great and trustworthy demon,” Beelzebub promptly stated to Lucifer.

The eldest brother shook his head with a sigh. “I can assure you that Mammon doesn’t have the funds to buy even a crumb of food,” he said. “Perhaps spending the night here will remind him why he needs to manage his money better. Speaking of managing things, have you refrained from consuming your new D.D.D. thus far, Beel?”

“Yeah, I still have it. I’m trying to decide on a background that won’t make me want to eat it again. Belphie and the others have given me suggestions, but nothing’s worked out.”

“That’s probably ‘cause they were thinkin’ about stuff that they like,” Mammon asserted. “Lemme guess: You’ve been told to try something with fictional characters, cats or animals in general, selfies, and relaxing outdoor views, right?”

Beelzebub blinked in astonishment. “Wow, you listed everything they said.”

Mammon gave a short victorious laugh before exclaiming, “Of course I did! You guys are so predictable!”

“Is that so?” Lucifer questioned with a knowing smirk. “I believe you’re just as predictable, Mammon. If I had to guess, I’d say that every time you unlock your phone, you’re met with a picture of my credit card, correct?”

“Her name is Goldie, ya know!” Mammon paused as the rest of Lucifer’s words caught up to him. “W-Wait, how did ya— Whatever! That was just a lucky guess! Now it’s my turn to prove how predictable you are, Lucifer.”

“You’re awfully cheeky for someone who’s about to be hanging upside down for the next several hours. But go ahead, let’s hear it.”

“Your phone background—” Mammon stopped for a second to create a dramatic effect. “—is just the default one!”

“You mean the image that’s already there when you get a new phone?” Beelzebub inquired.

“Impressive,” Lucifer complimented the second-born demon brother. “You were right, Mammon.”

“HA! I knew it!” Mammon cheered. “Man, that’s so lame— OW!! I-I meant ‘tame!’ ‘Cause, y’know, you’re so prim and proper and a total straight-laced stick-in-the-mud— GAHHH!! Quit tightening the rope so hard!”

“Apparently you didn’t hear me,” Lucifer stated with another sharp pull on the ropes, “I said you were right. As in, that used to be my phone background until some time ago.”

Beelzebub was once again amazed by Mammon’s skill in guessing such information about his brothers, but now he was curious about Lucifer’s phone. “So, what’s your background now?” he asked.

“It’s a photo of Diavolo, Barbatos, and myself at the castle," Lucifer explained. "Diavolo discovered that I never changed my background ever since I got my D.D.D. and pestered me until I agreed to replace it. Making it a group photo was Barbatos’s idea, and that’s how it ended up including all three of us.”

“Do you not like it?” Beelzebub wondered.

“I wouldn’t say that. I don’t see the background that often because I’m usually using an app on the phone, so that’s why I was indifferent about what the image was. Diavolo believes that choosing a background makes a phone more personal and special to each individual. I suppose I can’t disagree with him on that. Should I ever misplace it, I’ll know right away that it’s my D.D.D. from the one-of-a-kind picture on the screen.” Lucifer tied the last knot on the ropes and added, “But that's enough talk for now. I need to finish with Mammon's punishment.”

Blocking out the sound of Mammon’s wailing as Lucifer proceeded to string him up to the ceiling, Beelzebub slowly trekked toward the kitchen while mulling over all of the ideas that his brothers provided. However, no matter what he came up with, each potential background made him feel hungry in some kind of way.

Beelzebub was about ready to bury his problem under the weight of all of the food in the kitchen when he passed by MC’s bedroom. He peeked through the crack in their open door to see them working on something at their desk, their familiar refreshing appearance effortlessly subduing his hunger pangs. They always seemed to know how to aid him whenever he felt troubled, so maybe they would know the perfect phone background for him. A knock on the door was all it took for him to be granted access to his favorite human and share his dilemma with them.

MC hummed in thought as they processed everything Beelzebub told them. “When you think about it,” they began, “all of your brothers chose pictures of things that they like, right? Or things that are important to them. What’s most important to you, Beel?”

“Most important to me...?” Beelzebub murmured. Within the next few moments, a grin stretched across his face. “I got it. I know what I want my background to be, MC.”

“Okay, everyone!” Asmodeus called out cheerfully after adjusting the tripod that held Beelzebub’s phone. “Move in closer so we can all fit!”

The seven other inhabitants of the House of Lamentation attempted to maneuver into two straight rows in front of Asmodeus.

“Ugh, I don’t want to be any closer to Lucifer than necessary," Satan grumbled as he settled into place in the front row.

“Are you still bitter that I caught you and Belphie preparing that shoddy trap for me in front of my study?” Lucifer inquired with his arms crossed while he stood tall behind the Avatar of Wrath. “Next time, the two of you should plan it out better.”

Satan gritted his teeth. “Oh, believe me: We will.” He then shot a glare at the youngest brother beside him. “Won’t we, Belphie?”

“Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t have nodded off while we were working,” Belphegor admitted. “More importantly, Mammon, stop pulling MC away from me so that they can be closer to you.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Mammon argued. “I’m just makin’ sure ya don’t try to snuggle up to ‘em and take a nap on their shoulder during the photo!”

“At this point, it looks like I’m the one snuggling up to you,” MC noted, their side pressed against Mammon’s. “Let’s all just be next to each other in a normal way.”

Mammon released his tugging on MC and turned his head away to hide his blush. “F-Fine. Just don’t come cryin’ to me if ya get drool all over ya.”

“Sounds like someone’s salty about getting rejected, LMAO,” Leviathan snickered.

Mammon turned around to bark at his younger brother, “Shaddup!”

“Levi, make room for me at the end there so I can be more behind MC!” Asmodeus instructed.

“Huh?! I have to move over even more?” Leviathan inquired in disbelief, already feeling claustrophobic.

“HA! Serves ya right!” Mammon jeered.

“Will you stop shouting, Mammon?” Satan complained.

“All right, all right, let’s all calm down,” MC spoke up. “We’re supposed to be taking a nice photo for Beel to make as his phone background, remember?”

“That’s right,” Lucifer chimed in. “I expect you all to behave, or else we’ll be retaking this photo all day until we get it right.”

“Beel, is this fine with you?” Belphegor asked worriedly while glancing back at his twin.

Beelzebub nodded with a bright smile, grateful that everyone had accepted the request he had made the previous day. “Yeah, this is perfect.”

“Looks like we’re all in,” Asmodeus announced. “I’m starting the timer now!”

The steady ding of the phone’s camera timer counting down echoed in the House of Lamentation’s living room while Asmodeus hurried over to his spot and everyone else prepared themselves for the photo. Beelzebub’s gaze grew more tender as he looked at each member of the group from the back row. These were the individuals he was happy to call “family,” and they were more important to him than anything else in the three realms. Overcome with joy and love, he leapt forward just as the camera’s flash went off, wrapping his arms around those next to him and leaning closer to those in the front row. The action startled most of them, evident in their expressions captured in the photo. Although it turned out to be a more candid shot than originally intended, Beelzebub treasured this picture that he kept as a permanent background on his phone.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me mc #short story

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gifti3 · 7 months

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Me explaining to Lucifer why he should let me skip school to go to a concert

#obey me #obey me lucifer #ive always had this scenario in my head #and it involves begging and whining until he gives in #either that or i disappear without permission....#mc has to have like prior interests that they have to go to the human world for #conventions? meetups? concerts??#for me personally im not missing a loona concert lmao #i wanna write a short story about this actually #just mc begging him to let them go #and once he agrees just to get them to stop #Theyre like “great cause i was gonna go either way! i just wanted to avoid a scolding afterwards” 🏃🏾‍♀️

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i-have-a-sideblog-problem · 1 year

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Spoilers for Lesson 16

(There will be spelling mistakes until Tumblr let's me edit my tags without deleting the whole thing)

How come none of y'all aren't equally or atleast some what mad/hurt by Barbatos and Diavolo about what happened in Lesson 16?

Sure Belphie was the one that killed (a) Mc, but Barbatos and Diavolo knew that was going to happen in that universe and happily sent Mc. We know this because Barbatos address Mc in the lesson with a quick, "don't worry I picked the timeline where you live, Mc". Also canonically Barbatos can't use his powers without Diavolo's permission. You can't convince me that Diavolo wouldn't have known he was sending Mc to their death.

They are both complacent! They literally set Mc's death in motion!

#also on top of all that they didn't even have to do that scine they were possibly buying time to look into Mc's lineage about Lilth #actually no scratch that Diavolo probs wanted to let the brothers mostly Lucifer see Mc die #Diavolo's done weird/harsh (be it now less fucked up) punishments to his friends before #just look at the calling event or in the manga where he tell Barb to beat up the brothers for bickering during a council meeting #Dia likes watching people get punished and likes giving them maybe he though lesson 16 was a fitting punishment for us 🤷🏾‍♀️#long story short my mc would be terrified of all three of thise demons for a while #def dia and bard longer tho just b/c of how a I interpret the ending of everyone being happy Mc is Lilith's descendant #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me rant

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devildomwriter · 23 days

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A Devildom Easter Egg Extravaganza

Diavolo decides to hold an Easter egg hunt. Shenanigans ensue.

Slight x reader for Lucifer, Diavolo, Mephistopheles, Barbatos

[Student Council Room]

Lucifer: “You really mean to hold…an Easter egg hunt?”

Diavolo: “Why, yes! I think it will be great fun!”

Mephistopheles: “My Lord, everything you do is brilliant!”

Diavolo: “Thank you!”

Mephistopheles: “However…this holiday is in celebration of everything we are against…as is Christmas for that matter but that’s become popular here recently…”

Diavolo: *nodding* “Yes. I understand that these holidays traditionally represent and celebrate our opposites. So celebrating them not only promotes goodwill with the angels and religious exchange students but also draws attention away from its original purpose.”

Lucifer: “I see, so that’s your angle.”

Mephistopheles: “Am I missing something?”

Lucifer: “We are celebrating and promoting the secular traditions instead. Celebrating bunnies, eggs, and candy rather than my father and father-brother.”

Diavolo: “Ahahaha.”

Mephistopheles: “Father-brother?”

Lucifer: “We’re done discussing this.”

Diavolo: “Anyway. I think it would be great fun to hide eggs all around RAD for the exchange students and any willing RAD students to join in. I understand it may not be especially popular with demons but I do want to incorporate holidays important to others too. It is vital to accept and learn about each other’s cultures and traditions to better respect and understand each other.”

Barbatos: “Well said, my lord.”

Mephistopheles: “In that case, I’d be more than happy to promote this in the newspaper! Leave it to me.”

Diavolo: “Thank you, Mephistopheles. I knew I could count on you!”

[Purgatory Hall]

Luke: “A what?”

Solomon: “An Easter egg hunt.”

Raphael: “We’ll be busy.”

MC: “Oh, really…”

Simeon: “Yes, we must celebrate our father-brother, after all.”

MC: “That’s such a weird way to say Jesus.”

Raphael: “Those are the only words in your language to accurately describe him.”

MC: “Right. Will you really be in the celestial realm all day though?”

Simeon: “Umm well…”

Raphael: *glaring* “We should be.”

Luke: “…”

Solomon: “You’re going to make Luke sad.”

Luke: “Wh! Hey!”

Raphael: “Luke has no reason to be sad.”

MC: “C’mon Raph, you can’t make a kid miss an Easter egg hunt. That’s cruel and unusual punishment.”

Raphael: “That’s an inaccurate description of cruel and unusual punishment.”

MC: “But it’s true though.”

Raphael: *sigh* “I suppose we can come back after service and the banquet.”

Simeon: “Wonderful!”

Luke: “Yay! Sir Raphael, you’re the best!”

MC: “Okay, the angels are in. Let’s go tell Thirteen.”

Solomon: “I believe Diavolo already has.”

MC: “Really?”

Solomon: “Yes. He said something about some eggs containing special surprises.”

Raphael: “I have a bad feeling about this…”

[Lucifer’s Private Study]

Lucifer: “I have a headache already.”

Solomon: “Hahahaha!”

MC: “So he’s really having her rig the eggs?”

Lucifer: “Many of them yes. I fear she’s taking it overboard, hoping Solomon will find them all.”

Solomon: “How thoughtful.”

Lucifer: “How can you be wise and yet so oblivious, honestly?”

Solomon: “It just shows she’s thinking of me. She really is a good friend.”

MC: “You may need better friends.”

Lucifer: “Considering most of them want to kill you, I’d have to agree.”

Solomon: “Most? I wouldn’t say that most of them do.”

MC: “Even some of them is an issue…”

Solomon: “Well, regardless I think this hunt will be fun. You’ll be participating yes?”

MC: “I already asked if I could hide them instead.”

Solomon: “You’d like to hide them? Not find them?”

MC: “I used to hide them for the neighborhood kids. They’d still turn up years later.”

Solomon: “Don’t you suppose that’s too good at hiding them?”

MC: “You can never be too good at something unless it’s illegal.”

Solomon: “I…suppose that’s true.”

Lucifer: “That is a flawed argument and the fact you think that makes my headache worse, please leave Solomon.”

Solomon: “Only me?”

Lucifer: “That’s what I said.”

Solomon: “Wow, so cruel, Lucifer. I suppose I’ll see you this weekend.”

Lucifer: “Yes, goodbye now.”

MC: “Soooo…what’d you want to talk about?”

Lucifer: “Nothing, I just wanted him to leave and your company soothes me.”

MC: “I thought I was giving you a headache?”

Lucifer: “You do, but it’s nothing compared to Mammon.”

MC: “That’s fair.”

MC: “So are you going to compete?”

Lucifer: “Finding the eggs?”

MC: “Yeah.”

Lucifer: *smirks* “Will I get a reward if I do?”

MC: “Hmm…maybe?”

Lucifer: “I see…then I suppose I will.”

MC: “Yes! This going to be so much fun!” *hugs*

Lucifer: *blushes* “Only you could make me so excited about this holiday.”

[The Day Before Easter | RAD]

Diavolo: “Oh, MC! I can’t tell you how excited I am to be hiding these with you!”

MC: “About that…don’t you want to participate?”

Diavolo: “I think preparing it is just as exciting! Besides, there will be some places by Barbatos too and I won’t know where those are.”

MC: “So, you’ll be looking for the ones he hid?”

Diavolo: “Yes, as I oversee everything.”

MC: “Good, I love to see you have fun!”

Diavolo: “I feel the same way. Hopefully, you’ll do a bit of searching too?”

MC: “Sure, I’ll walk with you and we’ll see who finds them first.”

Diavolo: “A competition? How fun! I can hardly wait.”

Barbatos: “Young master, here are the baskets.”

MC: “That’s…a lot of eggs.”

Diavolo: “Yes, this may take us all night, I’m so excited.”

Barbatos: “MC, be careful not to trigger the traps.”

MC: “How would I know?”

Barbatos: “They’re in separate baskets, just handle them more delicately and take care they don’t open up, even the slightest bit.”

MC: “Right…”

Diavolo: “Oh my, look how this own sparkles, MC, isn’t it just—“

MC: “Where’d he go!?”

Barbatos: “And I just warned him too…”

MC: “Okay, but where did he go?”

In the distance, you hear roaring laughter and look to see a light on in RAD.

MC: “I found him.”

Barbatos: *sigh* “I suppose I should supervise this shouldn’t I?”

MC: “It’ll be okay, I’ll protect him.”

Barbatos: “Ever so reliable, MC. It’s what I love most about you.”

MC: *blushing* “G-Glad you feel that way.”

A small explosion sounds from inside.

MC: “He’s…not being careful. At all.”

Barbatos: “Good luck.”

MC: “What’ve I done?”

[A Few Hours Later]

Diavolo sits next to you on the RAD lawn covered in pink and yellow powder, hair spiked, and hands puffy and pink.

MC: “Sooo….”

Diavolo: “That was so much fun!”

MC: “Thirteen wasn’t happy about resetting them all though.”

Diavolo: “Yes, I did apologize.”

MC: “I think she laughed hard enough to forgive you.”

Diavolo: “Yes it was quite excessive.”

MC: “That’s rich coming from you.”

Diavolo: “Hm? What do you mean?”

MC: “If you laughed and a bomb went off at the same time, I’d hear you.”

Diavolo: “Pfft! Ahahahahaha.”

MC: “My point exactly. Anyway…Barbatos will skin me alive if you come back looking like this.”

You take his hands and whisper an incantation, lips close to his inflamed hands. The pink vanished and his hands returned to normal. Diavolo let out a sigh of relief.

Diavolo: “Thank goodness. That was quite itchy.”

MC: “Now all you need is a serious bath.”

Diavolo: “Oh, will you be giving it to me?”

MC: “Wh—“

Diavolo: “Ahahahaha! I’m only kidding.”

MC: “That’s a shame.”

Diavolo: “What?”

MC: “What?”

Diavolo: *sigh* “Why don’t we go get some rest and meet early again tomorrow before the others arrive.”

MC: “Sounds like a plan.”

Diavolo smiles and ruffles your hair. You attempt to do the same but your hand gets stuck to his gelled hair, the result of an egg surprise. You stare at him, hand stuck in his hair and he stares back at you when a familiar person clears their throat.

Thirteen: “Uh…the eggs have been reset. Am I interrupting something?”

Diavolo: “We seem to be stuck.”

Thirteen: “Hahahah! Serves you right, anyway I’m headed out.”

MC: “You’re gonna leave us here?”

Thirteen: “Yes!”

Diavolo: “I see…I suppose we should call Barbatos?”

MC: “Yeah…”

[Early the next morning | House of Lamentation]

Asmodeus: “MC! You’re finally back! Where’ve you been all night? Don’t tell me you- ooooh!”

Lucifer lightly smacks Asmodeus over the back of the head.

Asmodeus: “Ow! Lucifer you big meanie.”

Lucifer: “Don’t imply such things.”

Asmodeus: “But they were gone aaaalll night. Isn’t that right? And who were they with? The hunky—“

Lucifer: “Be quiet.”

Mammon: “What’s goin’ on down here!?”

Mammon: “Hey! MC! You’re finally back!”

Satan: “I was getting worried.”

Belphegor: “Mmhm.”

MC: “One of Thirteen’s traps went off…”

Lucifer: “I see. That explains things then.”

Asmodeus: “Boo. I was hoping for some gossip.”

Belphegor: “That’s the same thing as saying you hope Diavolo and MC hooked up.”

Mammon: “Hold on, what happened!?”

Satan: “Nothing happened, Mammon. Pay attention.”

MC: “My hand got stuck to Diavolo, that’s all.”

Beelzebub: “Stuck?”

Mammon: “Huh? Stuck where!”

MC: “His head.”

Asmodeus: “Which o—“

All: “Shut up, Asmo!”

You got a few hours of rest before your alarm went off. You already had good morning texts from the angels reminding you of the importance of the day and you smiled and sighed. You changed into your Easter outfit and put on the rabbit ear headband Diavolo insisted all participants wear.

[Easter Morning | RAD Courtyard]

Diavolo: “MC! I’m so glad you’re here!”

MC: “As promised.”

Barbatos: “Good. Participants should be showing up in a few hours and—“

Mephistopheles: “Good morning everyone.”

Diavolo: “Ah, good morning, Mephistopheles.”

Mephistopheles: “Hm? You still have baskets?”

MC: “We couldn’t finish hiding them all…there was a mishap.”

Mephistopheles: “Oh? Of what nature.”

Barbatos: “The details aren’t necessary. Why don’t you take a few pictures of the setup before we begin? See if you can spot an egg and photograph it.”

Mephistopheles: “Right. And MC.”

MC: “Hm?”

Mephistopheles: “Happy Easter?”

MC: “Aww! Thank you Mephisto, that means a lot coming from you.”

Mephistopheles: “What does that mean?”

Diavolo: “I’m so glad to see you embracing change, Mephistopheles. Very well done!”

Mephistopheles: “Naturally! One can’t help but be swayed by your genius and example, my lord.”

MC: *muttering* “Here we go.”

Barbatos: *chuckles*

After a few hours You, Diavolo, and Barbatos had finished hiding the rest of the eggs and just sat down by the sign-in booth when you heard a loud scream coming from RAD.

Barbatos: *sigh* “I told him to photograph the egg not open it.”

Diavolo: “Ahahaha!”

Barbatos left swiftly to investigate and as soon as he vanished around the corner, a loud group approached the booth.

Lucifer: “We’ve arrived. I apologize if we’re late.”

Satan: “Yes, someone wouldn’t wake up.”

Belphegor: *zzz*

Asmodeus: “I can’t believe the bunny ears are staying on even though he’s slumped over Beel’s shoulder. I have to get a picture.”

Beelzebub: “Asmo…”

Asmodeus: “What? It might generate more attention for the event, right?”

Diavolo: “Wonderful idea, Asmodeus.”

Asmodeus: “Thank you!”

Lucifer: *sigh*

Mammon: “So…I heard there’d be a prize.”

Leviathan: “Two minutes, I called it.”

Asmodeus: “Tch, I really thought it’d be sooner.”

Mammon: “Huh? Are you betting on me? Without me?”

Satan: “That wouldn’t make any sense idiot.”

Lucifer: “All of you shut up and sign in.”

Leviathan: “Eep! Okay.”

The brothers signed their names. Beelzebub signed Belphegor in for him and you sat around and talked.

Mephistopheles returned with Barbatos looking very flustered and uncomfortable.

Lucifer: “What in the Devildom is that mess?”

Mephistopheles: “Thirteen.”

Lucifer: “Oh. So you set off a trap.”

Leviathan: “Does no one find it alarmingly easy to set them off? Like, didn’t even Lord Diavolo do that?”

You heard an amused chuckle from behind you.

Thirteen: “Duh. That’s what makes it fun.”

Barbatos: “Thirteen. What wonderful timing you have. Mind telling me what Mephistopheles is currently covered in?”

Thirteen: “That’s just a personal concoction of highly flammable spider web spray.”

Mephistopheles: “Of what!?”

Mammon: “Bahahaha!”

Mephistopheles: “Get it off of me this instant!”

MC: “Calm down Mephi, I got you.”

Mephistopheles: “Mephi?”

You brought forth a torrent of water to flush the web off Mephistopheles and then a gust of wind to blow him and his clothes dry.

He was left momentarily stunned before he sighed, patted himself down, and smoothed out his hair.

Barbatos turned on the bright lights around RAD to illuminate the lawn as the other students showed up. The presence of more than a few students elated Diavolo and the happy gleam in his eyes made all the trouble worth it.

Near the end of the thirteenth hour, a beam appeared from the sky. At first, everyone stumbled back in fear but as it disappeared, Simeon, Raphael, and Luke appeared in its place.

Barbatos: “I could’ve opened the portal.”

Raphael: “This was faster.”

Mammon: “Gave me a freakin’ heart attack!”

Raphael: “Why?”

Luke: “MC! I’m here!”

MC: “Hello, Luke! Your Easter uniform is so cute!”

Luke: “Huh? I’m supposed to look gentlemanly not cute!”

Simeon: “You can be both.”

Luke: “No I can’t!”

Solomon: “Good morning everyone. I’m not late am I?”

Simeon: “No. We just arrived.”

Raphael was looking around from the sign-in booth, already scanning the area for eggs as though it were a mission. It gave you chills to see his serious expression but at the same time made you laugh because this was only an Easter egg hunt.

You noticed that Lucifer was doing the same thing but he was being slightly less obvious about it, giving himself reasons to be turned in a certain direction rather than just openly staring.

Luke: “MC! Will you be on my team?”

Mammon: “What? We’re forming teams!?”

Solomon: “Are we?”

Barbatos: *shaking his head* “I suppose if you wanted to you could however anything you find would be evenly split between you and not counted as a whole.”

Satan: “Every demon for themself.”

Lucifer: “I agree.”

Satan: “I’m no longer certain.”

Lucifer: *sigh*

Diavolo: “Hahahaha!”

Belphegor: “Mm…quiet.”

Beelzebub: “Belphie, are you awake?”

Belphegor: “What…what’s on my head?”

Asmodeus: “Those are your bunny ears! And you look adorable!”

Belphegor: “Ugh. Kill me now.”

Asmodeus: “Your sleepy bunny pic has already generated so many likes!”

Belphegor: “My what?”

MC: “So how was the sermon? Is that what it was?”

Luke: *sobbing*

MC: “What’d I do?”

Simeon: “Each year, we visit the past to review the events before and during Easter and the future it will bring.”

MC: “That sounds emotionally traumatic.”

Raphael: “It is. And now we’re here. Looking for eggs…”

Mammon: “Just as father intended!”

Raphael pulls out his spear and Mammon takes off.

MC: “He deserves that right?”

Asmodeus: “Mhm.”

Lucifer: “Honestly…”

Thirteen: “He’s got some guts to piss an angel off on Easter.”

Mephistopheles: “Right. Especially when it’s about their father slash brother or something…”

MC: “Speaking of father and brother…”

You looked between Lucifer and Satan as they watched you. They looked at each other, back at you and Satan bared his fangs as his brothers and Diavolo managed to contain their laughter.

Satan: “Not another word!”

Beelzebub: “They didn’t say anything.”

Solomon: “Hahaha! I get it. Because Lucifer and Satan have the same dynamic.”

As Raphael runs past you he protests this idea and continues after Mammon who’s tripping over bushes in his escape attempt.

Diavolo: “Should we stop them?”

Simeon: “He earned it.” *scary smile*

Luke: “Simeon. You have that scary look in your eyes again.”

Simeon: “Oh, do I? My apologies.”

MC: “Anyway…it’s a good idea you came here after so Luke can recover from his trauma a little more easily.”

Luke: “It never goes away.”

Mephistopheles: “I’m not sure I like the haunted look in your eye.”

Solomon: “It’s weird when Luke is serious.”

Luke: “Hey what does that mean!? I’m always serious.”

Mephistopheles: “Good he’s back.”

Simeon: “Ah, yes. It does weigh heavily on us angels. Thank you for this event, Diavolo.”

Diavolo: “Yes, of course! Speaking of, it’s just about time to begin. Can someone go fetch Mammon and Raphael?”

Lucifer: “I’ll do it.”

Beelzebub: “I’ll go with him.”

Belphegor: “Set me down somewhere first.”

Beelzebub: “Okay.”

Belphegor is placed gently on top of a bush as Beelzebub runs after Lucifer. He begins sinking into the bush and you and the others watch as the branches begin to slowly snap and he disappears into the leaves.

As soon as Raphael and Mammon are reeled in and Mammon is forced to grovel for an apology, Diavolo is given the microphone and you, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Mephistopheles work together to hand everyone a woven basket to place their found eggs in.

Diavolo: “Everyone will have an hour to find as many eggs as possible, they are everyone beyond this booth on the RAD ground and I do mean everywhere so give it your best shot!”

Diavolo: “Many of the eggs contain wonderful surprises! Coupons for your favorite cafes, gift cards for your favorite stores, Grimm, fun tokens, cup-cuties, and more! But beware because there are also eggs that contain a wide variety of tricks of all kinds! You should expect flesh-eating piranha plants, bees, angry spiders, blasts of spider webs, teleportation, and potential small explosions!”

Luke and Mammon turned white but the demon students seemed extra excited by this news. Danger was an everyday occurrence for them and simply counted as fun or mildly inconvenient at best. As a human, you had a protection spell placed upon you in case of minor explosions. Luke and Simeon also had protective spells. Raphael opted to forgo this as he “wasn’t weak.”

With a wide smile, Diavolo raised his hand and everyone gathered into groups or faced the directions they planned to scour.

Diavolo: “On your marks!”

Diavolo: “Get ready!”

Diavolo: “Set!”

Diavolo: “GO!”

The ground shook as the hundreds of demons, three angels, reaper, and human sprinted past the booth.

You laughed and Diavolo helped you regain balance and handed you your basket.

Diavolo: “Shall we go observe?”

An explosion went off.

MC: “Yes!”

Barbatos trailed far behind you and Diavolo so you could talk more privately. You passed by students stuck to walls with spider webs. Students dressed more oddly than when they’d arrived. You passed by Mammon hanging from the ceiling and weren’t sure whether it had been Raphael, Lucifer, or a genuine trap. Either way, Diavolo burst into laughter alerting the others to your location immediately.

Barbatos cut Mammon down and you continued to walk with your empty basket as you enjoyed the sounds of chaos all around you.

Diavolo eyed your basket and nudged you gently.

Diavolo: “Is there someone you were hoping to go find eggs with?”

(To be continued | the remaining story with be different based on the character you choose to go with. They are all currently being written and will all be released in the following week unless unforeseen circumstances delay the writing)

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rainiishowers · 2 years

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Are you in the mood for post ch.16 angst?

There's a line in the movie : The Princess Bride, where Princess Buttercup exclaims to her kidnapper(who is actually her true love) and it went like this :

"I died that day! And you can die too for all I care."

I don't know about you but that line resonated with me so much when it came to MC. Maybe they finally had enough of the brothers acting like nothing happened.

Fic or listed brother's reactions if you want. I just want delicious angst. :)

Have a blessed day/afternoon/evening/night!

Death Is Such A Silly Thing, Huh? | Obey Me |

A/N: Thank you for this angst prompt I hope you enjoy this, Anon!! (From the sound of this request, it sounded like you wanted it to be third person so that’s what I did lol) Summary: MC was already in a bad mood after everything sunk in, and finding out Mammon had accidentally sold a jewel dear to them finally made them lose it, understandably so.. Genre: Angst Warnings: Mentions of past death ----

Short Story “Are you telling me you STOLE one of my things?! And SOLD IT?!” “W-Well..” The dinner was going nice until MC brought up a precious jewel they couldn’t find. Mammon then hesitantly brought up the fact that he found a jewel similar to the one they describe, and sold it, thinking it had no value. “I am already in a bad mood for this week, I thought it couldn’t of been any worse, but nooo!” “MC, I think you should stay calm about this--” The human glares at Satan. “Oh shut up! You don’t get to talk after you threw a damn tantrum because Lucifer pissed you off! Seriously, how childish can you get?!” The nightmares of the past only fueled MC’s stress and anger, remembering how they were killed but when it was revealed they were Lilith’s descendant, everyone, especially Lucifer, acted like they didn’t try to murder them, threaten them or treat them like shit! Everyone was quite worried about their fuming master, and MC decided to give them all an earful later, walking to their room yelling to them. "I died that day! And you can die too for all I care!” Reactions Lucifer

"I died that day! And you can die too for all I care!”

He didn’t expect himself to be taken aback

They didn’t say who it was directed at, but it had to be Mammon.. right?

No, much to his dismay, he knew it was directed at all of them

Lucifer knew his past attempts to kill them, and he felt guilty

There seemed to be more to their anger then just that

He was aware of all those threats, all those times MC had to protect his own brothers from him

After his initial shock, he tells his brothers to let them be for a while, and none of them were disagreeing with him this time

He makes his way to his private office, locking the door, casting a quick silencing spell and just.. crying..

Breaks down in the safety of his office, finally realizing that MC, Lilith’s descendant, hates him, making his sacrifice for her life seem utterly meaningless.

But it wasn’t just about being his sisters descendant, it was about being the person he loved

MC had only seen Lucifer cry a few times, but he wishes they were there to comfort him right now

But... like always, he has to burden this guilt by himself..

“Damn it.. DAMN IT!!”

Mammon

W-What..?

No, they have to be joking!

When Lucifer told them to leave them alone, he really didn’t want to but then again..

This is his fault.. isn’t it?

Like everything in this cursed household

Don’t know the culprit? Blame it on Mammon!

And when he defends himself? Insult him! Threaten to hang him up on the ceiling!

When he got to his room, he curled up in a little ball on his bed and cries

He loved MC from the start, not caring about some family heritage they shared with Lilith

But that didn’t matter, no matter how much he sees those two as different, the jewel part was his mistake

After he stopped crying, he set out to take that jewel back

And guess what? The person deemed it as worthless anyways and threw it away

But.. It wasn’t worthless.. It was special to MC..

When he got back, he cleans it off and sneaks into MC’s room and swiftly sets the jewel on their desk with a note, leaving just as quick as he came

“I hope you can forgive me, even if you stay mad at me forever.. -Mammon”

Leviathan

He really didn’t want to remember...

..Does MC really want them to die?

He already ran to the safety of his room before Lucifer even told to just let them be

He was so mad at Mammon, but also at himself...

He sat himself on the beanbag chair before bursting out sobbing.

Levi didn’t want his Henry to hate him!

But.. He was one to act shitty and almost murder them so.. he’s partially to blame..

Was MC going to hate him forever..?

“P-Please don’t leave me, Player 2..”

Satan

Ah..

He wanted to go check on MC but quickly decided against it

When he got to his room, he wasted no time thrashing things around, taking his anger out on book and pillows on his bed

But.. he stops minutes later..

With his horns and tails receding, he stares at the knocked down piles of books, pillows and chairs on the floor, everything being a complete mess

He stands there before just falling to the ground, sobbing

If MC were here, they would help him calm down before anything happens

He realized that.. they took MC’s kindness and patience for granted, no party or thank you could ever make up for what they had done for the brothers...

“Thank you MC.. I’m sorry for everything we’ve done..”

Asmodeus

He goes to follow MC, but is stopped by Satan, who looked angry..

Asmo was angry as well, but not only at his brothers, but himself

While he may of not went all demon form in the past like Satan, Lucifer, or Levi, he knew he made them feel uncomfortable in the past

He didn’t think them to be worth their time, but that couldn’t be further from the truth

Asmo thought it was a forgive and forget thing

He guesses when MC had time to think about all the things the brothers had done to them after dying by Belphie’s hands, it made it a bit harder for them to forgive, much less forget..

He goes to his room and locks the door, leaping into his bed to cry into his pillows

“Oh darling.. I’m sorry..”

Beelzebub

Was already worried about the whole argument thing, but when MC said those words and stormed off, he could feel his heart break

Would.. MC really not care if they died?

He saw how hurt his brothers were by this, especially Belphie.

But.. there’s not much he can do about this.. Just let MC cool down and maybe, just maybe they would apologize..

He knew, however, that they weren’t the ones who needed to apologize..

The brothers were..

He was the one who had the hardest time with Lilith vs MC, blurring the lines a bit too much..

All those times he commented on Lilith when MC and him were doing something, seeing the shift of their expression but too busy to ask..

Too busy, ha..

That was a stupid excuse.

Before going to his room, he took all the food he could

He ate and ate.. Hoping that would take away the emotions he felt

The sadness at the realization that MC might hate them forever, the frustration he felt for not constantly reminding himself that MC and Lilith are different

It didn’t help though.. If anything, it only made it worse

But.. indulging in his sin was one of the only ways he knew how to cope, other then working out

“..Is MC going to hate me forever..?”

Belphegor

Those words..

He didn’t say much, when Beel asked how he was, he waved it off, saying he was fine

He drags himself to the attic.. The same place it happened..

He sighs heavily, feeling very conflicted

Anger and sadness engulfed him

Belphie thought that maybe sleeping would let him escape this feeling, but it was hard to even for the avatar of sloth.

He wanted MC’s warmth and kindness, but.. he didn’t deserve that, out of everyone, he probably deserved it the least.

“..I didn’t even get to have much time with them..”

Short Aftermath

“MC.. Are you sure you want to go back to the human world..?”

The human sucks in as he sat across Diavolo and Barbatos behind him. MC had requested a meeting with Diavolo, to ask to move back to the human world, they didn’t want to be here for much longer.

“Yes.”

Diavolo looks at them with a stern yet gentle gaze, trying to find any hesitation in the gaze MC gave him, but there was none. It was a determined look, determined to get out of the Devildom, away from the brothers.

“Alright.. I’ll respect your wish.”

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projectcaramel · 2 years

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He Finds Fanfic Of Himself You Saved - Obey Me! x Reader

Lucifer

You can feel yourself burning up as you look at Lucifer’s figure, curiously scrolling through the fanfiction you’d left open on your trip to the bathroom.

“Lucifer!” you call, and the eldest demon brother barely flinches as he turns his eyes away from the fanfiction you’d been reading to direct them towards you instead. “Is that your D.D.D.? No, I don’t think it is, so return it.” You hold out your hand, and, blissfully, he returns it without a word. You ache to ask him what on earth is going through his head, but at the same time, you really don’t want to know.

“Well, I just wanted to let you know that we’re planning on taking a day trip to Arcadia Park in a few days. Afraid my curiosity overtook me when I saw my name.” He smirks, and you nervously swallow as he steps forward. “Don’t look so anxious. I already knew that you had a crush on me.” Inexplicably, you have the strong feeling that he’s lying. “I don’t particularly care what you read in your free time, but,” He pulls you close, his eyes dancing with a sadistic mischief. “If you want me to do all those things, then ask me. And yes,” he chuckles. “That does include your NSFW collection.”

“Wha— I was only gone for a few minutes! How did you—”

“I read very quickly,” he says sweetly, giving you a lasting squeeze with his arm before he leaves you, alone and flustered, in your room.

Mammon

“Er... Mammon, whatcha got there?” you ask the avatar of greed, and he quickly hides your tablet behind his back as he turns towards you, his fingers noticeably tightening on his drink.

“A smoothie?” he says, pointedly avoiding your eyes. “Wh-What’s that look for? I didn’ do nothin’ wrong!”

“Mammon,” you sigh. “Were you going to sell my tablet?”

“O’course not!” he protests, although his embarrassed flush betrays him as he scratches the back of his head.

“You saw the fanfictions, didn’t you?”

“W-Well, it’s only natural that you would fawn over the Great Mammon!” he replies, scratching his cheek. “Of c-course you have a few fanfics of me saved on your account!” Although he’s putting on airs, you can’t help but feel that he’s actually touched—maybe that’s because his ears are flushed and he seems even happier than usual. Adorable tsundere idiot.

“Just give me my tablet back,” you request, holding out your hand, and he hesitates before he says:

“Hey, your wish is my command, baby.” He just... You find yourself laughing as you take your tablet back, even as Mammon protests, getting flustered. He quoted one of the fanfics in your library, and while he said it boldly and flawlessly, you can’t help yourself. “I swear to... stop laughin’!”

“Mammon, c’mere,” you chuckle, and you kiss his cheek. “I’m looking forward to other lines you want to imitate.”

Levi

Levi has been acting strangely for weeks, being weirdly sensitive to anything you say and frequently jumping whenever you do anything—including simple things like walking into his room asking if you can play one of his games. Frankly, it’s been getting on your nerves.

So, you finally ask Levi what on Earth his problem is.

“Well... it’s... um... Do you want to see my new body pillow?”

“Out with it, Levi,” you interrupt impatiently as he looks frantically for something else to distract you. “And don’t avoid the topic.” Levi finally looks back at you and lets out a disgruntled sigh.

“...Sorry, it’s just... I couldn’t believe it when I saw... in your browsing history...”

“Wait, wait, you went into my browsing history?”

“I know, I know!” he rambles. “It really wasn’t cool, but I was so mad when I thought you took over my Zaramela stan account, so I had to try confirming it, but... well... I ended up finding your x readers instead...”

“Levi!” you burst, and he turns red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry! It’s just... me! Me! Who simps over me!? Who reads that kind of spicy—” You press your hands to Levi’s mouth, and you can feel your own face is the same temperature as his. A muffled “sorry” is mumbled against your palm. “Um... anyway, I didn’t really want to upset you, and I didn’t really know how to react at first, so...” Levi ducks his head, hiding from you under his long bangs. “Wh-What I mean to say, is, well... I saw something you didn’t want me to see, so, like, if you want I can... show you the fanfics I have saved...” Oh Levi... “Uh, also...” He hesitatingly meets your eyes. “We can... um...” The seconds pile on before Levi breaks down into an incomprehensible mess, and you eventually have to let him off the hook as you suggest playing Love X Chori$$. Though, that isn’t before you give him a tentative kiss on the cheek that sends him smiling for the rest of the day.

Satan

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up,” Satan says, and you can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding as you put down your drink. Did he find out that you’d accidentally torn the page on one of his books?

“Go on,” you prompt, deciding that it’s your own fault if he gets mad.

“Well, when you showed me that story on your account earlier... I found myself reading through all of the fanfiction you have bookmarked.” You’re glad you put down your drink, because you would have dropped it.

“That’s— Um—”

“Wait, calm down,” Satan quickly urges, making a gesture for you to stay sitting. “I realize I’m in the wrong for reading all of them—”

“All of them?” you choke, your face burning, and he nods.

“They were all good reads, so...” He coughs, a blush sinking into his face, as if remembering something he read. “A-Anyway I wanted to apologize for invading your privacy.” You’re about to wave him off when he stands up, walking towards you as he picks something out of his jacket and hands it to you. It’s a piece of paper, neatly folded up with Satan’s writing on it. “I wrote my own fanfiction,” he explains, his face still pink as you look at the title. “It’s told from my point of view.”

“Cats and You” the title reads, and you find yourself enjoying it as he urges you to read it. It’s adorable and sweet, and at the very end, Satan wrote: “I saw your secrets, so I thought I’d give you mine.”

Asmo

“Awww, you’re so sweet~” You glance up from the fanfiction you’ve been reading, surprised to find Asmo’s head next to yours. “I’ve read that one too, you know; it’s very good. You have good taste.”

“Er... Why have you...?”

“Hm? Why else?” He plops next to you on the couch, leaning close as he does so. “I deserve my own admiration, don’t I? Besides that...” Asmo takes your phone and searches for another fanfiction you haven’t seen before before he hands it back to you. “This one is my absolute fave. You have to read it.”

You nod, slightly hesitant, opening the fanfiction, and you are shortly greeted by one of the lewdest fanfictions you’ve ever seen, making you blush from head to toe. Although... you have to say that a part of you deeply enjoys it.

“I know I’m so beautiful that you might consider me more of an idol than a love interest, hon, but you’re making me jealous,” Asmo whines as you continue despite yourself.

“Er... why’d you recommend it then?” you mumble, eventually meeting his eyes.

“Obviously because I want you to admire me~! But you know the best way to compliment me is always to my face, m’kay? You can fantasize all you want, but in the end, there’s just no substitute for me, is there?”

Beel

“What are you reading?” You throw your D.D.D. in the air out of surprise at the redhead, and both fortunately and unfortunately, the demon catches it before it can fall to the ground. “Beelzebub x Reader... Is this about me?”

You’re tempted to say “no”, but in the end, you can’t bring yourself to lie to the adorable bottomless pit that continually has you checking the fridge.

“Yes,” you say, desperately hoping that he won’t be creeped out.

Of course, that worry was baseless.

“Really? That’s so nice!” he replies with a huge grin before he picks you up into a crushing hug. “So what does ‘x reader’ mean?” You’re not out of the woods yet, it seems.

“Um... It means I’m... romantically interested in you.” You can’t believe these words are coming out of your mouth; to think you’d confess like this!

“Really? Thank you!” he replies happily. “But... if you like me, then why didn’t you tell me?”

For a moment, you stare at him like he’s from a different planet, not quite sure if he realizes the words coming from his mouth before you reconsider this is Beelzebub.

“...Because it’s embarrassing,” you reply, “especially if the other person doesn’t return the sentiment...”

“But I like you too,” he replies, and you almost splutter at the unabashed admission.

“Well... I didn’t know that.”

“Eh? Really? Sorry; I always liked you. I really like your cooking.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s my turn to cook tonight, isn’t it...”

“I’ll help.”

“Just no eating all the ingredients before they’re in the pot again.”

“Promise.”

Belphie

“Belphie, get out of my bed,” you groan, having found the black-haired male passed out on your bed. He really can fall asleep anywhere. Knowing he can’t hear you however, you begin shaking him, trying to wake him up, only to find out he wasn’t asleep as he dragged you into bed with him, covering the both of you with a blanket. “B-Belphie?” He looks mad. That’s not a good sign.

“Hey, we’re close, right?”

You’re keenly aware of the fact that you’re on top of Belphegor, practically straddling his waist. “Yes?”

“I knew it. You don’t feel comfortable around me. That’s annoying.”

“It’s not like that!” you protest. “I just said yes—”

“Then why are you reading fanfic of me?”

“Wh—Belphie!? How did you even...!?”

“Just hurry up and answer the question,” he grumbles, a bit curt.

“Well, um, I... Look, I’m sorry, but I like you, okay?”

“I got that. But why fanfiction? Why didn’t you just ask me?”

“...Isn’t that weird? Like I don’t know if you saw, but there’s kissing and stuff.”

“I saw all of it.” You can feel your face is warm from that comment, although it’s even warmer considering what he’s implying. “So you think it’s weird to actually kiss me. Well, I guess I already saw that coming.”

“No, I meant weird for you,” you quickly backtrack, and Belphie gives you a somewhat confused look. “I mean you don’t have a crush on me.”

“You’re bizarre,” he chuckles. “But I guess I’m satisfied with that. Stay here for a while... Honey.” He smirks teasingly when you hide your face as well as you can at the nickname that appeared in one of the fanfictions you’d read. Damn him!

Diavolo

“Barbatos told me about something interesting the other day,” Diavolo says, standing from his desk. “He’s the one who makes sure the students aren’t looking up anything concerning using R.A.D.’s Wifi.” Well, this is news to you, although you suppose it makes sense.

“Concerning?” you prod. “I don’t think I’ve ever looked up anything like ‘how to destroy the Devildom’...” Diavolo laughs to himself, and you find yourself relaxing at his leisure.

“You’re not here because I’m suspicious of you,” he replies, his eyes glittering with mirth. “I was just surprised to learn how much fanfiction you read about me.”

You almost choke.

“It’s really adorable,” he continues, and you cover your face.

“My lord, I think you’ve teased them enough,” Barbatos intones from the shadows, and Diavolo seemed confused.

“Tease? I’m being perfectly serious... I don’t mean to embarrass you. I actually called you here because I wanted to ask which one was your favorite.”

“Sorry?” The word slips out of your mouth without you meaning it to.

“I’m just curious. I ended up reading all of them one night, so I just had to ask which of them you liked the best.” You hesitate for a very long moment. You know which one is your favorite, but if he’s really read all of them... Was there a right answer to this question?

You eventually cave to his expectant visage, and you decide lying to his face would be a crime, so you tell him which one you like the most.

“I see,” he muses. “Then you may go.” Was that the wrong choice? Was that a test? Your worries build as you uncertainly turn your back, and it is as you turn the corner that you find yourself eavesdropping. “Barbatos, can you make the necessary preparations for tomorrow?”

“I can.”

“I can’t wait to see the surprise on their face.”

Without even realizing it, a stupid grin has crept onto your face and won’t leave as you head back to the House of Lamentation.

Barbatos

“My apologies. It is not my intention to pry; however, I could not help but notice that ‘Barbatos x Reader’ frequently appears in your search history.”

“...just... disregard that,” you mumble, trying to drink your tea without looking as self-conscious as you feel. To think that you would come to deliver a set of documents for the student council, only for Barbatos to know about how you’ve been simping over him for the past several months.

“If that is truly what you would prefer, then I will not speak another word of it.” You almost breathe a sigh of relief. “However,” he continues, and you curse yourself. “I must ask if that’s really what you wish for.” The butler pierces you with those omniscient, chartreuse eyes of his, and you’re not sure whether you should feel intimidated or exhilarated. You’re certainly hesitating—it seems as if the butler is prodding for a reason.

“What do you want me to say, Barbatos?” you eventually ask as you put down your teacup, absentmindedly tracing one finger against the rim of the saucer it sat upon.

“I desire for you to speak your mind; I want to serve you as well as I can.”

“...I feel like you’re teasing me.”

“Only a little bit, I assure you.” You turn to see Barbatos politely smiling. This little shit! “I am genuinely asking if you’d like to share your thoughts with me.”

“And you won’t judge me?”

“I wouldn’t think of it.”

“Well... then, no, I don’t really want you to disregard it, I think. If you have any thoughts on the fact that I’m attracted to you, then...” Barbatos gives a little chuckle. “Hey, you said you wouldn’t judge!”

“Apologies,” he says, even as he refreshes your tea. “If that’s the case, then I will prepare a room for you tonight, and we can discuss in further detail.”

Simeon

“Well, this is... how to put it... awkward?” Simeon says after you exclaim at his mistake. Simeon being... technologically challenged, had somehow logged into your account rather than his own, and now you both sit at the computer looking at one of your saved Simeon x Readers. “I’m sorry; I must have clicked by accident.”

“Can I just die right now?” you groan, covering your face, and Simeon hugs you.

“No, don’t say that,” he tries. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“There’s nothing quite like reading fanfic of your friend.” You nearly said hot friend and only barely refrained.

“I’ve written my fair share of fanfiction,” Simeon says while gently rubbing your back. “And some of it was... clearly in need of more work and consideration. And besides, admiration is the highest compliment.”

“You’ve written fanfic...?” you mumble, and Simeon chuckles.

“Volumes and volumes.”

“Even not safe for work?”

“I have.”

“Wait, back up, what?” The angel scratches his cheek, looking a little awkward as he does so, and you wonder what on Earth his NSFW writing looks like. Maybe like, “And then Adam lay with Eve ‘til dawn, conceiving a child who would come to be named Cain.”

“I’ve written several sex scenes, although most weren’t intended to elicit arousal. As much as I might want to, it’s difficult to write pieces that are capable of producing that kind of reaction.”

“What?” You’re flabbergasted. This is an angel... telling you about wanting to write smut?

“That’s not important,” Simeon says, shaking his head, although you beg to differ. “The important thing right now is that you’re not ashamed of yourself. You know, if you want... we can go on a date?”

“You’re just being nice!” you protest, and Simeon seems confused.

“You think so?” he asks with a tilt of his head before he offers you a charming smile. “Isn’t it a little early to be deciding on something like that?”

Solomon

“Well, this isn’t what I was expecting.”

“What wasn’t what you were expecting?” You pop your head around the library corner to see Solomon rifling through a magic book. At least, you’d thought it was a magic book, right up until you see the title. How did he find that here?

“You have some interesting tastes,” he laughs as he looks up at you, your ears hot with embarrassment. “Curious? It’s a book that lets you see into the hearts of the people you look up in it. Conditionally, of course. I wasn’t expecting to find that said condition in your case wasn’t that cryptic.”

“How much did you...?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teases, and you feel like burning to a crisp about now. “I won’t stop you from reading fanfiction of me, but...” His smile fades. “I must admit that some of them made me feel very lonely. I can’t remember the last time I kissed someone.”

“...Flint?” you suggest, referencing a dating app that was launched not too long ago, but Solomon shakes his head.

“For some reason, those never go very well for me after the first date.” He sighs and shakes his head. “In any case, just remember that I’ll always be here when you want to see another human around.” He gives you a pat on the shoulder, before turning his back to put his book away, only for you to impulsively hug him from behind.

“Thank you, Solomon.”

“...no problem,” he says. “But could you let me go?”

“Er... yeah. Sorry,” you say awkwardly, only for Solomon to turn around and engulf you in a surprisingly sweet hug himself.

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mindyco · 11 months

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What a menace.

Lucifer strolled through the garden, enjoying the peace and quiet, until a raucous noise caught his attention. He approached the backyard, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

Lucifer: "What the living fuck is happening here?"

MC and Mammon froze, their shovels suspended mid-air, as they locked eyes with surprise. They had given Belphie the role of a watch-man, but it was too late to realize that Belphie had quickly fallen asleep. Unaware of the chaos he led to MC and Mammon.

MC and Mammon stood in front of a massive hole in the ground, dirt smeared on their faces and clothes, as if they had been engaged in an intense battle with the earth itself.

MC: "Uh... treasure... hunting...?"

Lucifer's eyebrow twitched, a mixture of disbelief and annoyance crossing his face.

MC and Mammon exchanged nervous glances, realizing they had been caught red-handed.

Lucifer: "I’m going to give you to the count of three. One... two..."

MC and Mammon's mechanical chuckles quickly turned into nervous laughter as they anticipated their impending escape.

MC: "Th-thank you, Lucifer! We'll, um, see you later!"

Mammon: "Y-yeah! Run, MC, run!!!"

Without waiting for Lucifer to reach three, both MC and Mammon chucked their shovels and sprinted away as fast as they could, their hearts pounding in their chests.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

#obey me #Lucifer #mammon #mc #MC and Mammon causing trouble #like usual #short story

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leifkncries · 1 year

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@jiyi-jiyi HOW DARE YOU GET ME ATTACHED WITH THE ORV X OBEY ME AU YOU MADE!

anyways, you already read this but i'll post it anyway because i'm probably not gonna post for a long time (probably)

also, this won't be canon to the novel. i read the manhwa but stopped reading it after a while lmao

anyway..

BROTHER'S POV

"Mammon?" Satan stared at his lifeless body, hugging it. He felt the world stop at that moment. Was this what it felt when Lilith died? Was this what it felt like to lose a sibling you adored?

It felt.. empty.

He couldn't even process this- He couldn't even think!

He looked up to find the damn truck, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Actually- How could a fucking truck kill the avatar of greed?

He was the second strongest, everyone knew that.

Avatars are immune to most things. There are some weaknesses such as…

Holy Magic.

His eyebrows furrowed, wrath coming out of his body, alerting the nearby citizens.

Even though they were angels before, they weren't immune to it at all.

There were some recent assassination attempts.

For example, this one airplane that was called 'Airplane~Kun' (weird name) nearly crashed into Mammon while He was all alone at the beach.

It didn't succeed, and while they were trying to find it or salvage some parts, it disappeared.

It was thought to be an accident at first but after seeing it disappear, it was said to be an assassination report.

There were security cameras that captured the name, but the plane was too fast to capture the message under it. When they slowed the video down, it only said one single word.

Reincarnation.

Now that Satan thinks about it, the truck that killed Mammon had a similar message.

‘Truck~Kun! Transportation, Transmigration, and Reincarnation! Sending souls to wherever they’ll fucking go. Commission us at!...’

Satan sort of forgot the numbers…

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Oh, he was crying. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the liquid. He didn’t need to turn around to look at who it was. The gloved hand, the heat radiating off of it, and the look that made an average demon feel vulnerable.

The black-haired demon was silent. Satan was too. He was too upset to shake the other off and punch him in the face. A drip of water fell onto Satan’s leather jacket.

He turned his head around, looking at the avatar of pride. Tears were falling down his face, and his eyes were red and puffy. It seems like he cried a lot before coming here. That explains why he’s so silent.

The ambulance finally arrived, it took stupidly long. “S-Sir Satan? Can you give us his body?” A brave (shivering) driver came and politely asked the avatar of wrath.

Satan glared at him, who flinched and felt the avatar of pride’s glare on him too. ‘This is real hell..’ The demon cried mentally. Satan silently put Mammon in the carrier, before transforming into his demon form and flying away.

The only reason he was so calm at the moment was that he couldn’t cry in front of all those damn people who let his brother die. They alerted him but didn’t even try to pull him back.

(Sure, he cried but he didn’t have an all-out sobbing, crying, thrashing, falling against the wall session.)

Lucifer’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to tell him to stop. But he just closed his mouth. He understood what his brother was going through. He couldn’t just tell him to stop.

Actually, He couldn't even speak.

He couldn't even think straight.

His world just crashed down on him.

Mammon, his own brother.

One that immediately flew down with him even though he would've lost his status as an angel.

He couldn't cry.

With a stone-cold face, He went to discuss things with the doctors.

Mammon wouldn't like that.

The family.. was silent.

As Diavolo grimly told them the terrible, haunting news. No one expected this- it happened out of nowhere. Just yesterday, the whole family was at the table, laughing and smiling.

Just a few hours ago, They were all happy.

"Mammon!" Leviathan called. "There's a new multiplayer game I got. Let's play it later tonight, alright?" He grinned, the white haired demon perking up at the offer and smiling. "Of course! The Great Mammon will be right there! Can't ignore my lil bro's request~" He chuckled to himself.

"Mammon~ Tomorrow, There's an acting gig. Wanna do it together?" Asmodeus chattered. "Heh, alright, Asmo. I'm sure the prettiest demon in the devildom will outshine everyone there." Mammon complimented, smiling fondly at the younger who huffed in pride.

"Mamon.. (reference to the filipino dessert) do you wanna go to the ramen shop soon? I got a discount and they make really tasty ramen…" Beelzebub smiled softly. "Whaaaa?! Really?! Thank ya for inviting, Beel. Yer the best. I'll get ya and Belph some presents." Mammon hugged him.

"Luci! Ya better not be plannin on overworking yourself again! I'll cook dinner for ya and the brothers tonight, ya better enjoy the Great Mammon's great cooking!" The younger one smirked smugly. "Heh.. Well, don't fail my expectations." Lucifer smiled back, making Mammon stick his tongue out playfully.

The promises… were broken.

since you already know what happened with satan and luci, LET'S GO TO LEVI WOOHOO

He was as broken as that promise.

Sitting on his bed staring at his blanket, he let tears fall onto the fabric. He couldn't play games. He couldn't do anything but fall apart.

He- He couldn't fucking process what the fuck happened!

His family already went through multiple of the second-born's near death experiences already.

(yin honestly that's what you always do)

He never.. expected one to actually succeed.

And a fucking truck?!

Come on, once he got shot in the abdomen.

A huge and tall building fell on him! TWICE!

He got stabbed with a blade laced with poison and took his sweet sweet time going back to the house, not getting treated and letting blood seep out of his wound. He could've fallen unconscious while returning!

An airplane nearly crashed into him!

Yet this time, a fucking truck that he could've ran away from since he was the fastest demon in the devildom, KILLED HIM!

The third most powerful demon died due to a fucking truck.

IT DIDN'T MAKE SENSE.

WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?

WHY.

As tears fell down his face, a blue tinted screen was in front of him. "What.. the fuck?" He muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes so that the blurry screen (due to his glassy eyes) could be visible.

"This looks like.. an omniscient viewers viewpoint screen?!" His eyes widened, staring at the screen in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and opened them again, only to see the same screen in front of him.

"Would you like to join channel #BI-7623?"

"Am I a constellation?" He asked nobody. Normally, he would be happy, ecstatic, even. But... Mammon. Narrowing his eyes, he questions himself. 'Should I do this?'

'Yes. I should. I can't.. I can't keep crying.. Mammon always said to be happy.' With that, he sniffled and wiped his nose. Though obviously he couldn't get rid of the puffy red eyes, he could get rid of the tears. At least for a few moments.

Clicking on the option Yes, he was suddenly teleported to literal space. (I never read the novel, bare with me here.) "So this is what it feels like- SATAN AND LUCIFER?!" Leviathan was dumbstruck.

"I got the notification as well. Did you?" Satan asked, staring at the blue haired man across the table. Well- It wasn't exactly a table, just a blue tinted screen showing the option: "view channel"

Leviathan clicked on it, and suddenly there was a huge screen in front of them that showed the screen. There was silence as they watched the white haired man speaking with a black haired man and a woman.

They looked at a man, who began speaking. They were saying things that could be heard, but the demon brothers felt like it was inaudible. "I knew that he would be here, but.." Satan mumbled, breaking the silence.

"Mammon.. he's.. he's alright." Lucifer smiled fondly at the screen. They watched as Mammon smiled softly at the man, before slipping away from the man and woman he was talking to earlier.

Mammon moved closer to a grandma who was shaking. As the man pulled out his ID card, an ugly thing appeared and yelled at them. The grandma was surprised and was even crying a bit. Mammon sighed, pursing his lips.

He began to speak to the grandma, trying to make her feel better with a sad smile. As the white haired man talked to the grandma kindly, the brothers had a bitter smile on their face. They remembered when Mammon would always comfort them with that same tone.

They saw the ugly thing talk again and Mammon stopped talking to the grandma. Mammon suddenly glanced over to a brunette. Leviathan's eyes widened. "Lee Gilyoung!" He exclaimed, before his lips curled into a small smile.

'So he's gonna try and take Dokja's role, huh? Wait- will he sacrifice himself-' Leviathan's once smile turned into a frown as he furrowed his brows. "How do I send this scumbag a message.." He looked around for an option.

Leviathan flinched, hearing murmurs and voices. 'Is that.. Lee Jihye's.. oh Diavolo…' Leviathan looked away from the screen, not wanting to see the murder scene about to happen.

Satan and Lucifer were just kind of.. looking at Levi judgmentally as he looked away from the screen. He was acting weird. Once, he was smiling, then he was frowning and looking for something, then he looked away from the screen as a girl choked another female. (I don't know what she actually did. 💀💀)

It was clear that Leviathan knew this whole thing, but he was acting weirdly.

Suddenly, A teenager began walking to Mammon. Mammon rolled his eyes, talking to the teenager. The teenager seemed to get frustrated, and threatened Mammon. Now this made the brothers a little agitated.

"The second that bastard goes into the water, I will summon Lotan on him. How dare he threaten Mammon.. I never liked Namwoon anyway! I think.." Leviathan scoffed. (He wouldn't do this or say it out loud, but you gotta understand that mammon literally passed away and he's traumatised. 💀)

"This bastard…" The avatar of wrath growled, a purple aura forming behind him. Oh yeah, did I mention that they were all in their demon forms? To just fit in with the others, I guess.

"Mammon. Kill him." Lucifer glared at the blue tinted screen, wishing the teenager to just die already. "If he doesn't, I will make it a personal mission to find him and kill him myself." He smirked, aura seeping out of his body as well.

Murmurs went around.

"They seem strong, don't they?"

"Why the fuck are they going for the teenager? Do they adore the damn grandma or what?"

"Shivers. I felt fucking shivers."

"They seem a little uneducated though? Don't they know you can place a bounty and let the players do the dirty work?"

"I like the kid, though."

"You should probably rephrase that sentence."

(I'M CRYING I DON'T KNOW HOW CONSTELLATIONS ACT)

Mammon smiled, breaking their trance of murdering the poor minor. "Try to kill me then, I doubt ya fucking can!" He said smugly. The white haired teenager tried to punch the demon, but he caught the fist with a smirk.

Mammon then said something about his age and how he's far stronger than this random teen. Leviathan snorted. "Obviously he's older and stronger, he's literally a demon!" He laughed to himself.

Mammon suddenly yelled at the black haired man, signalling something. They watched it before the plan was discussed, and the other constellations weren't exactly looking at Mammon for some reason so they don't know either.

The black haired man (Now known as Dokja) nodded at the white haired demon and ran past the teenager. Mammon grabbed the teenager and made sure he wouldn't do any.. violent actions.

Namwoon tried to kick Mammon as Mammon held him by the collar, but Mammon simply dodged. Dokja tried to give Mammon a grasshopper, but Mammon shook his head and gave Dokja the grasshopper and told him an order. Dokja was about to refuse, but Mammon ruffled his hair.

"UGH. I know I shouldn't feel envious of a great main character like Dokja, but he's treating Kim Dokja like a younger brother!" Leviathan stuck out his tongue, glaring at the screen as if it was Mammon forgetting his debt to him.

If you're wondering why they're just spitting out these things, earlier when Lucifer heard a word from the other constellations, he saw an option that let their conversation not be heard by others. Also an option to invite people to their table right next to it, but let's ignore it.

(Lmao, i don't even know what I'm writing at this point. Their tables are so high-tech.)

"Do it, Dokja. I've done countless sins already." Mammon smiled at the younger, who nodded and ran away. Satan snortled, as Mammon was an avatar of greed, so it was pretty much obvious.

Mammon put his attention on Namwoon, who glared at the older man. A bit of aura slipped past Mammon, he clearly didn't plan that. Namwoon cursed the demon, and Mammon slammed the teenager into the seats.

"Ugh.. I like the kid, but I don't think he'll survive.."

"Did you see that? A bit of aura went out of his body yet it was enough for a demon!"

"At this point, I can't be his constellation partner. He seems too powerful on his own!"

"Same here."

"This is actually entertaining! I'm glad I joined this channel."

Leaving the teen alone, Mammon turned to Dokja who yelled and announced stuff I don't wanna write. Mammon turned to the grandma and spoke stuff. I'm getting lazy. As Mammon killed the grandma, the constellations began speaking again.

"I can't believe he killed her! I'm getting wary of this kid.."

"Wait, how the fuck did his claws become claw-like?"

"This guy isn't a human.."

"Y'all didn't understand the message? It was kind, I bet he just knew that things would get worse over time. Dunno how, but that's it."

"Dude, not all of us talk a lot of languages. Plus, how can someone come from the future?"

(I LOVE HOW I MADE THEM TALK LIKE THAT ABSHAJHAJS)

As Mammon looked back, the teenager was gone. He relaxed, pursing his lips. He went to check out the fight happening, eyes twinkling. "Seeing the main character in action is awesome.." Leviathan had constellations in his eyes as well. Get it? Constellation? Haha… bye.

Then, the teenager noticed Mammon and tried to attack him. The mood of the brothers instantly dropped, but they tried to keep their cool. Mammon acted scared, but everyone knew he was just acting…

Dokja ran over to Mammon, then the teenager tried to stab Dokja in the heart but then it scratched his shoulder.. it was a mess, really. Mammon supported Dokja, before Namwoon called for Dokja.

They were fighting, and the teenager was fighting to survive.

"Michael?"

"Wait- No-"

"PLEASE- STAY AWAY!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Mammon's eyes widened, and he covered his ears. "I'm not there anymore.. calm.. calm down.." He mumbled, fighting off the tears from the memory. He breathed, not listening to anything happening.

"He's not here anymore.." He sniffed, near to hysteria at just the thought of him. "Is he.. thinking of Michael?.." Leviathan frowned, clenching his fist. "That damn bastard…" Satan glared at the screen. Lucifer stayed silent, trying not to literally punch the fucking screen.

"Now this is fascinating.."

i'm crying

"What in the celes- world happened here."

oops accidentally put my hc that demons use 'what in the celestia/celestial realm' here but i forgot he's not a demon (these are just comments from author btw, i'm sleepy so i'm adding this in for fun)

"I was only gone for a few minutes, but look at all this damn mess!"

"This isn't normal?" Leviathan questioned, humming.

Dead corpses rose from the streets as Mammon swore, running beside the black haired man. Suddenly, an Ichthyosaur crushed the bridge they were running on. Mammon protected the younger, sheltering the office worker.

"This is epic!" Leviathan cheered, managing to control his envy for once. "Though, I wish Mammon told me the novel he was reading was omniscient viewer's viewpoint. I would've binged the 500 chapters with him.." Levi pouted.

Satan rolled his eyes. "You'll influence him to watch all the animes, read all the mangas and read all of the novels. You'll both get no life at all." He scoffed. "And that's a bad thing?!" Levi huffed.

A blessing from a constellation suddenly appeared. An even number of people can go through the bridge, and they had an even amount of people. "Oh Diavolo.." Leviathan sighed. Satan raised an eyebrow.

Ah, a zombie. Mammon sighed, before doing an omae wa mou shindeiru and slamming the body into the ground. Suddenly, the zombie of Kim Namwoon appeared. "Beat his ass like you did earlier, Mams!" Levi grinned.

Mammon acted weaker than usual and fell into the water while whispering a few words to the reader. Leviathan slammed his hands on the table. "That idiot! He sacrificed himself so that the plot could go on! Did he just die again? No way!" He raged.

Lucifer sighed, not exactly knowing what to do. He knows Mammon can survive, but how, exactly? He pursed his lips as he saw the whitette fall. Somehow, his heart dropped. He can't risk Mammon dying again.. not under his watch.

The avatar of wrath looked around for an option to save Mammon, and his eyes widened as he clicked something. Suddenly, they were teleported to the place where Mammon was, but only as spirits.

"Mammon, wake up." Leviathan urged, trying to shake Mammon awake but failing because he's a fucking ghost now lol. "Lucifer, we have to wake him up and send him back!" He looked at the indigoette. "Should we?" He furrowed his brows.

"Of course, yes! Who knows what'll happen if we try and put him back in our universe? We need to complete the ending, that's how it works in video games and what's happening seems like a video game." The otaku huffed.

"Wait. Mammon, why didn't you choose one of us as your supporting constellation?" Satan asked, frowning. "Cause I'm better.." Mammon replied, half asleep. "..." Satan had a tick mark on his forehead. "Can I beat him up?" One of his eyes twitched.

"Weren't you crying like a baby a few hours ago?" Leviathan erupted into a fit of giggles. "Actually, can I beat YOU up?! Plus, you're acting like you weren't." Satan rolled his eyes. "He's got a point, Leviathan." Lucifer muttered from the sidelines. Somehow, he felt ignored by a higher presence.

The white, ugly ahh creature from a while ago popped in. "Hello, Faithful constellations! I noticed this table entered spirit mode. May I ask why?" That awfully sweet tone could make a cat sick.

"Isn't it obvious? We want to save him." Satan scoffed. He seemed to be scoffing a lot recently. "Why.. why would you want to save such an insignificant human?" Bihyung was confused.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast on all of their faces. 'Ugh.. I've heard of constellations actually liking unimportant humans, but they never went into spirit mode! After all, it's a useless option.' The dokkaebi felt sweat dripping from his forehead.

Their auras that slipped out..

It nearly made Bihyung pass out by how overbearing it was.

Was it sending a message to Bihyung telling it to not mess with these constellations?

If so, it worked.

"Wait! Wait! What do you even want?! Don't use your powers on me!" Constellations were OBVIOUSLY considered powerful, so the dokkaebi were cowards in front of actual constellations.

"Well then.. Save my goddamn little bro- favourite.. incarnation?..." Lucifer blinked, not understanding the complete plot of this novel thing. But he managed to correct himself.

"Ugh, alright…" Bihyung huffed.

By the way, this was hidden from the constellations.

134 returned to their table. (If you don't get it, First Avatar of Pride, Lucifer, Third Avatar of Envy, Leviathan, and Fourth Avatar of Wrath, Satan.)

"You're an interesting human aside from the other one." The dokkaebi said. Mammon snorted, as he wasn't a human. "Thanks, I try." He sat up, cringing at the feeling of the cold water against his skin accompanied by the clothes.

"I've never ever seen an incident where constellations help insignificant humans like yourself." The dokkaebi scoffed, remembering the incident from earlier.

"Well what can I say? I'm really outstanding with me' appearance and all." Mammon grinned, getting a donation from the emo fifteen year old kid.

"Dokkaebi Bihyung.." A sly smirk appeared on his face, his eyebrows furrowed. "Run the ads for a few minutes, won't ya?" He ordered. "I bet all of them are confused, heheh~" Leviathan grinned.

The dokkaebi had his eyes wide open, and he was about to refute the incarnation (or constellation? both?) when it felt a shiver travel up his spine. It ran the ads, before facing Mammon.

"I'm actually itching to know what's going on, though.." Leviathan whined, watching an ad about something. (listen i don't know at all) "It's frustrating, getting interrupted seeing my brother by an ad." Satan scoffed. Okay, Lucifer felt ignored.

After a few moments, the brothers were getting irritated. "What's going on?!" Levi groaned, banging his head on the blue tinted screen. "What happened in this part of the storyline?" Lucifer asked.

Leviathan flinched, and he thought about it for a moment. A smug smirk was on his face. "He's making a deal with the dokkaebi right now, and probably scamming him." He snickered, imagining the situation.

Mammon was sitting on the grass peacefully, waiting for the younger to show up. He saw Dokja get out of the water, and helped him.

They began exclaiming stuff. "It's alright. Not what I was planning, but, I'm surprised you actually lived." Dokja smiled. "I have my ways." The demon grinned.

Lucifer rolled his eyes at Mammon's answer, and it seems like the System picked it up. A gasp was heard from a constellation and typed 'I can't believe The MorningStar is in the same channel as me!' in chat.

Lucifer smiled and typed in a response, or well, just sent a hello emoji. Scoffing, Satan typed in chat for them to just shut up and watch.

"Hold your breath, Dokja." He told the younger one. Dokja nodded, and entered the city. Mammon just walked, covering Dokja's face with a cloth so that he didn't get poisoned.

Lucifer smiled, quickly tying something in the chat.

'I wish you the best, Mammon.'

Though Mammon couldn't see the exact message, Mammon smiled and looked up. "Thanks, big bro." He grinned, before letting the constellations go absolutely crazy.

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