#oc: dantalion

[strahdvonzarovich]

DANTALION TERREN ✧ THE DARK URGE ✧ TIEFLING NECROMANCER

A murderer is buried here. He snarled and snapped the whole time, and we finally had to fill his mouth with stones and burn away his arms so there was no chance he could dig himself back out and come for us.

#bg3edit #tavedit #bg3 #oc: dantalion #the dark urge

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄

summary: just some short and sweet cuddling headcanons

pairings: mammon :: belphie :: barbatos :: dantalion :: valefar (my ocs) x gn! reader

warnings: only me playing favourites again ♡ + one teeny tiny allusion to lesson 16

obey me! masterlist || similar post: kiss me more

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

After your first week in the Devildom, Mammon’s understanding of personal space is as follows: His personal space is his and your personal space is also his. The rest of the brothers love to poke fun at him for it but he’s glued to your side now, throwing an arm around your shoulder or using your head as an armrest whenever he sees fit.

So it should come as no surprise that, once he basically moves into your room after making a pact with you, he’s going to cuddle up to you every chance he gets. In his defence, this is most likely unintentional, seeing as Mammon nearly flings himself out of bed at the realisation that you had been leaning on his shoulder for a good chunk of the movie you were watching, sending snacks flying everywhere.

Once your relationship becomes more settled and the white-haired demon owns up to his true feelings more, however, his reactions to cuddling are less dramatic. Yeah, you’ll still have to be the one who asks and deal with his aloof reaction but that’s okay when he can’t look you into eyes as he hides his face behind his hand and makes no fuss when you drag him to bed. Soon thereafter, it’s basically like he’s trying to melt into you though, as much of him touching as much of you as is humanly and demon possible. He’s also a living furnace, which is great in a realm where the sun doesn’t shine.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄

Yeah, good luck ever getting up again, I hope you had no plans for the rest of the day or the following ones, for that matter. As the king of ‘five more minutes’, Belphie is going to keep you in bed with him way longer than you anticipated, courtesy of the iron grip he has on you even while asleep. Sure he told you it’ll only be a short nap but honestly, you should know better by now.

On the plus side (was the beginning even a downside?), you can lay down in whatever position you want to because Belphie will just contort himself around you, making you question whether he actually has bones. If he cuts off your airflow again, it’s because he plopped his entire weight down on you just to snuggle up to your chest like an overgrown cat.

You made the mistake once to card your fingers through his hair and it lulled him to sleep so fast he now practically demands you do it every time. Whether it’s pouting at you or just taking your hand and putting it on his head, he’ll make it known you’re neglecting your poor demon if you don’t. Still, cuddling with Belphie guarantees you the best sleep possible; even if you wake up super disoriented, not knowing which year it is, at least you’re well-rested (Insomnia? We don’t know her).

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Congrats! You managed to pry Barbatos away from babysitting— I mean serving Diavolo! Your reward is seeing the busy demon relax for once in his long life.

The air is infused with the soothing fragrance of tea leaves as your cups happily steam on the bedside or coffee table, depending on where you choose to snuggle up, the tea never going cold thanks to Barbatos’s magic.

Another rare thing to see -or rather to feel- are his bare fingers trailing over your sides, dipping under your clothes to trace random shapes onto your skin as you rest against his chest. Every now and then, he’ll bow his head down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head, not hiding how his lips curl into a fond smile. While he loves to take care of you and draws energy from it, if you run your hands through his hair and lightly massage his scalp, his usual composure will give way to a demon who’s putty in your hands.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍

This man only has the best silk sheets and will coax you into sleeping over more often than not. Sure, he could visit the House of Lamentation but why would he set himself up to be interrupted by those nosy brothers (no offence). Besides, you’re always running around appeasing their whims, you should take a break and let him spoil you.

Cuddling really is just a part of an entire routine of destressing for him. From sharing a meal to washing the dirt of the day away with a shower or bath to changing into soft, top-quality loungewear or pyjamas and snuggling up on the couch or bed, this demon will make sure you’re not lacking anything. The lights in his house seem to always dim to the right brightness and colour and there’s calming music playing from somewhere.

But, of course, cuddling doesn’t have to be an orchestrated act every time. If you ask him to hold you he will gladly do so, cooing at you or talking about his day if you want him to. Despite taking the shape of a peacock, Talion’s voice is actually incredibly soothing and he chuckles quietly whenever he lulls you to sleep with it. He’ll even fan out his tail feathers over you if it makes you happy, even if it means rustling them in the process. Smoothing them out again is well worth it for the way you run your fingers over them as you study their colours in awe, both your silent and verbal praise making him preen with pride.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑

Valefar wants to be the big spoon, not only because he feels like he can protect you this way but also because this way you wouldn’t notice his heated cheeks. It’s not like he’s insecure to the point where he thinks you holding him would undermine his masculinity, he just needs to hold you close in peace after a stressful night at the casino.

But it’s all good, his defined muscles make for a comfy pillow and if you fall asleep watching TV, he can easily pick you up and carry you to bed without disturbing you. Whenever you cuddle, he also always lowers his voice to a husky murmur, the vibrations of which will travel from his chest to your skin.

In the tranquil moments where it’s just you and him, Val loses all the brashness he’s feared for, his calloused hands hovering over your form as if he’s scared he could hurt or taint you. Just take them in yours and settle them on your hips, squeezing them encouragingly to tell him ‘It’s okay’ and he’s falling for you all over again, especially if you pair it with a chaste kiss on his cheek. As a greed demon, however, once he’s had a taste of your affection, he will take everything he can get, now coming up to you out of the blue, hugging you from behind whenever he sees fit.

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[little-red-fool]

Thought I’d do a little thing for D.

#my art #my oc #D #loki #norse mythology #norse gods #sergey razumovsky #major grom #archduke j #madk #abrahamic mythology #duke dantalion #aurelio voltaire #in this moment #i dont know how but they found me #autoheart #polite fiction #oc info

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

The archers wife

Robin Bars eagerly dashes through the halls after his last class of the day. He was so excited! He makes it to the teachers' dorms and starts to pack.

"Woah, where are you going in such a rush rookie?" Dali-San asked as he picked up the energetic imp by the collar of his uniform. "You're not trying to run out on us, are ya greenie?" Orias-San teases.

"No way!" He says, automatically waving his arms around. "I'm just going home for the weekend." The tiny demon flashes a bright grin.

"Why? Some kind of family meeting?" Dali-San sets him down and lets him continue to pack. "Nope!" "Some kind of hunt?"Questioned Marbas. "No."

"Why are you going then, Rookie?" Ifrit asks. "My wife is coming back from a mission today! I want to spend as much time with her as possible!" He proudly puffed his chest out a bit.

"How sweet yis!" Suzy-San cooed. (Wait for it) ... "WHHHHAAAATTT?!?!?!" It had taken a moment for the staff to realize what the green imp had said.

"Wife?" "You're married?!?!" "You traitor, I thought you were single like the rest of us!!!" "You're pulling our tails, right?" "How did the rookie get married before me!!!"

Pure chaos erupted as Robin finished packing. He's stopped once more by his seniors. "Where do you think you're going after dropping a bomb like that greenie?"

"Yeah, why didn't you tell us you were married?!?!" Both Orias and Marbas shake him. "You never asked..." "You little-"

"Robbie, what's taking so long?" A voice calls out softly, interrupting the improved interrogation. There in the doorway was a demon staring curiously at the scene in front of her.

"Hiya Honey!" Robin slips put of the others grasp and zooms over. He picks her up happily and spins her around. "I missed you!"

She giggles happily as he does so. "Did you really?" "Yes! I can't wait to spoil you again!" She shook her head as the green demon carries her and his bags off of school property.

Leaving behind his stunned coworkers. None able to fully comprehend what had just happened. "He... he really does have a wife." "Yeah... and she's fucking adorable..." "It's not FAIR!!!"

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #robin bars #ifrit djinn eito #march marbas #orias oswell #suzy stolas #dantalion #fem oc

[ghosticosmic]

Sketch Dump

You can definitely tell who my favorite teachers are

#mairuma #mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #ifrit djinn eito #m!ik #babyls #ifrit sensei #welcome to demon school iruma kun x reader #mairuma x reader #dantalion dali #mairuma oc #marbas march

[hakugin0]

Pretends I remeber how tumblr works, so anyway offers you one OBM MC and Demon OC

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me oc #obm #obmswd #obmnb #my art #haku rambles #Obey Me Kuon #Obey Me Dantalion #haku2023 #haku arts #haku gremlins

[yuordevil]

something to soothe the nightmares

#oc #my art #ambrose #imir #sketch #dantalion arc

[knightnicole]

The last drawing I've posted on here was in 2017. Here we are, 2023.

I've tried replicating that one Sonic Channel style TvT

#kn art #KnightNicoleOCs #How does Tumblr work again? #sonicthehedgehog #sonic oc #Axel is trying to draw his just-adopted-demon-dad to impress him #It's more like Dantalion that have adopted him #But oh well #Axel Cristram #sth

[niso4]

Artfight 2021 Attack: Art of Dan's L5r OC Soshi Kazuya  Speedpaint Visible Here

Twitch | Portfolio | Carrd

#legend of the five rings #l5r #digital art #nickel2sulfate #artfight 2021 #2021 #dantalione #soshi kazuya #friend oc

[kattermesser]

Dantalion invited Yami to go drink with them, after they had a mission together. Dantalion fell asleep after taking on sip, after that evening he never touched anything alcoholic again.

#black clover #bc #black clover oc #oc #original character #art #karume nox #black clover jack the ripper #black clover yami #yami sukehiro #black clover fanart #dantalion eros

[the-storm-of-ruin]

Welcome to Demon School AU

Name: Leila Varúlfur

Species: Werewolf Demon

Gender: Female

Age: 35 ((looks like (kinda. Gotta love Demons, right?))

Relatives: Leila comes from a long line of powerful werewolf demons, and her family has a rich history of warriors and protectors. Her parents, Aiden and Selene Varúlfur, were renowned warriors who fought valiantly in countless battles. Leila's older brother, Rylan Varúlfur, is also a skilled combatant and serves as a high-ranking officer in the Demon Border Control. Leila greatly respects and admires her family's legacy, and their support and guidance have played a significant role in shaping her into the formidable warrior she is today.

Romantic Interest: Dantalion Dali

Rival: (Also) Dantalion Dali

"Best Friends": Seiji, Stolas Suzy, Raim, Morax Momonoki, Naberius Kalego and Shichiro Balam

Likes:

1. Training and honing her combat skills.

2. Exploring the mysteries of the Void and expanding her knowledge of its powers.

3. Reading ancient texts and studying the history of her Bloodline.

4. Engaging in intense battles that push her limits.

5. Spending time with her familiar, Zale, and bonding with him.

Dislikes:

1. Laziness and lack of dedication.

2. Injustice and the mistreatment of others.

3. Arrogance and disrespect.

4. Being underestimated or undermined.

5. Interference in her training schedule and plans.

Background:

Leila Varúlfur is a werewolf demon who serves as the Combat instructor at the prestigious Demon School Babyls. Born into a powerful and ancient bloodline, Leila possesses a unique set of skills and abilities that make her a formidable force to be reckoned with. She hails from a lineage that is deeply connected to the forces of darkness and shadows, granting her the ability to harness their power.

Appearance:

Leila has long, flowing black hair that cascades down her back, accentuating her fierce and untamed nature. Her striking purple eyes, which have the fascinating ability to turn silver, add an air of mystery to her persona. She carries herself with confidence and grace, always exuding an aura of strength and determination.

Personality:

Leila is known for her unwavering dedication and passion for combat. She possesses a strong sense of justice and believes in the importance of honing one's skills to protect oneself and others. While she may appear intimidating at first glance, she is incredibly patient and understanding, always willing to guide her students through their journey of self-improvement. Leila is a natural leader, inspiring those around her with her relentless drive and unwavering loyalty.

Bloodline Magic - Heart of the Void:

Leila's bloodline magic, known as the "Heart of the Void," allows her to manipulate shadows and darkness with ease. She can shape shadows into various forms, creating deadly weapons that aid her in battle. Additionally, she possesses the power of teleportation, using darkness to move herself, others, and objects instantaneously from one place to another. This unique ability gives her a significant advantage in combat, allowing her to strike from unexpected angles and disappear into the shadows when needed.

Familiar - Seiji:

Leila's loyal and trusted familiar is a purple-colored Feathered Serpent named Seiji. Seiji possesses incredible intelligence and agility, making him an invaluable companion in Leila's endeavors. With his keen senses and ability to fly, Seiji serves as an excellent scout and messenger, keeping Leila informed of any potential threats or opportunities. The bond between Leila and Seiji is unbreakable, their connection forged through years of shared experiences and mutual trust.

Overall, Leila Varúlfur embodies strength, resilience, and a deep-rooted desire to protect those around her. Her unique combination of werewolf and demon heritage, coupled with her mastery over shadows and darkness, makes her a force to be reckoned with in the world of demons.

Name: Seiji

Species: Feathered Serpent

Gender: Male

Color: Purple

Personality:

Seiji is a loyal and protective familiar, always looking out for his master, Leila Varúlfur. He is intelligent and quick-witted, using his cunning nature to help Leila in her combat training. Seiji is also known for his calm and composed demeanor, rarely losing his cool in stressful situations. He is highly observant and analytical, always assessing the surroundings and strategizing the best course of action. Seiji's charm lies in his playful and mischievous nature, often lightening the mood with his witty remarks and jokes.

Likes:

1. Flying: Seiji enjoys soaring through the skies, relishing the freedom and exhilaration it brings.

2. Sunbathing: Basking in the warmth of the sun's rays is a favorite pastime of Seiji's, especially on lazy afternoons.

3. Learning: Seiji has a thirst for knowledge and is always eager to learn new things, whether it's about history, magic, or combat techniques.

4. Challenges: Seiji thrives on challenges and loves pushing his limits, whether it's during training sessions or facing formidable opponents.

5. Pranks: Seiji has a mischievous side and finds great delight in playing harmless pranks on others, especially his fellow familiars.

Dislikes:

1. Confinement: Being cooped up in small spaces or restricted areas makes Seiji feel trapped and restless.

2. Unfairness: Seiji has a strong sense of justice and dislikes seeing anyone being treated unfairly or bullied.

3. Boredom: Seiji dislikes monotony and craves excitement and stimulation in his daily life.

4. Arrogance: Seiji has little patience for individuals who display arrogance or believe they are superior to others.

5. Water: Despite being a serpent, Seiji has an aversion to water and prefers to keep his scales dry whenever possible.

Abilities:

1. Flight: Seiji possesses the ability to fly gracefully through the skies, soaring high above with his large feathered wings. This allows him to have a wide range of mobility and reconnaissance, aiding Leila in her combat training.

2. Elemental Manipulation: Seiji has a unique affinity for elemental magic. He can control and manipulate the element of air, creating powerful gusts of wind or summoning gentle breezes. In battle, he can use this ability to assist Leila in her combat techniques, creating powerful gusts to disorient opponents or creating a shield of wind for protection.

3. Enhanced Senses: With his serpent-like eyes and keen sense of smell, Seiji possesses enhanced senses. He can detect even the slightest disturbances in the environment, making him an excellent scout and lookout. This ability helps him keep Leila informed of any potential threats or opportunities.

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #werewolf oc #Dantalion Dali x oc

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒

summary: being thrown into the devildom unexpectedly can pose all kind of challenges for a human, from cultural differences to practical ones like an empty closet; luckily, asmo knows a demon who can help solve that last problem

pairing: dantalion (my oc) x gn! reader

warnings: insecurities (reader) but with a lot of comfort

obey me! masterlist || dantalion masterlist

You were not quite sure who thought it’d be a brilliant idea to basically kidnap a human for an exchange programme supposed to unite the three realms or who signed off on it but the fact of the matter was, you were here now. Whether anyone could have thought about a more harmonious and less overwhelming introduction would remain a discussion for another day.

In any case, what would have been rather helpful, no matter how you looked at the situation, would have been a note letting you know to pack accordingly. As it was, you were standing in an entirely new realm without so much more than the clothes on your back, let alone any form of skin, hair and other hygiene products. 

You were as grateful as you could be for the RAD uniform you were provided with, which would be a lot easier if it at least fit you a little better. The next morning at breakfast, none of the brothers could pretend it was the right size for you and something had to be done for the sake of Diavolo’s exchange programme.

“Mammon, take the human to Majolish after classes today and have their uniform altered,” Lucifer said without looking up from his newspaper, his voice leaving little room for disagreement.

Yet, the Avatar of Greed still managed to find it. “Do I have ta? There’s a shadow horse race in the afternoon.”

“I volunteer!” An excited voice chimed into the conversation and you looked over to see Asmodeus basically glowing with anticipation. “But maybe I deserve some kind of reward for taking care of the human when it’s not my job.”

“Fine,” Lucifer pinched the space between his brows with an exasperated sigh, “I’ll cover some of your inevitable expenses.”

“You’re the best, Luci~”

And with that you found yourself waiting for Asmo at the front gate of RAD where Mammon had unceremoniously dropped you off. As nervous as you were to go to the establishment the Avatar of Lust had been raving about all day, you were looking forward to not keeping your head down in the hallways after this day. Being an exchange student made you interesting enough, being an exchange student with ill-fitted clothes made you the talk in the hallways.

“Don’t look so glum, hon, you’ll spoil the fun of shopping,” Asmo greeted you before immediately dragging you along in the direction of the shopping district.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you tried not to trip over your own feet in an effort to keep up with him. He had quite the power-walk when there was something he wanted, it seemed. “I just can’t help but be a little nervous when you talk about someone else so favourably.”

“Who? Oh, Talion, you mean?” He giggled, clearly amused you’d stress over something like this. “Don’t worry, he’s an absolute sweetheart, even to demons who aren’t exactly me. You’ll be fine.”

As comforting -for lack of a better word- as his words were, you started to doubt them when you stood in front of a store looking like it wasn’t just leagues but realms out of both your price and social class. There wasn’t a single speck of dirt on the crystalline glass windows sporting the gold-foiled lettering of the Majolish brand.

There was little time for you to reconsider your decision to come here though as your shopping buddy was already breezing through the doors of the shop. If you thought the outside of Majolish was impressive, the inside had you actively reminding yourself to breathe. Confronted with mirror-smooth black marble floors and pristine white walls, you almost didn’t dare look up. 

Yet, what would normally be a set up for a cold room, the atmosphere was lightened by the colourful plants and golden accents distributed around the room. And that didn’t even take into consideration the clothes lining the walls or the jewellery displayed. Just who was the demon running a store this lavish?

“Talion!” Asmo sing-songed without a care. “It’s me!”

“Ah Asmo, what a pleasant surprise,” a melodic voice sounded from the top of the stairs. Following it with your eyes, your jaw almost dropped onto the polished floors. For the first time since coming to the Devildom, you questioned Asmo’s claims of being the most beautiful demon around.

The stranger was tall and slender with legs for days and hair so silky he might as well have been an elven prince walking straight out of a human fantasy novel. As he floated down the stairs, you got to appreciate the way his dark blue dress pants and white dress shirt accentuated his waist. 

The attention-grabber of his outfit would have to be the coat he had thrown over his shoulders. Somehow, the bright turquoise and vibrant green of the coat worked well together and complimented the hairpin he had used to secure half of his ivory blond hair at the back of his head. With every click of his heels on the stairs, the jingling of his golden jewellery echoed through the room, but rather than annoying it was entrancing. You weren’t sure if many others could pull off a look like that and look so sinfully handsome while doing it.

Most intriguing despite all of this, however, were the bright eyes mustering you from behind round, blue-stained glasses. You couldn’t quite tell which colour they really were but they were beautiful nonetheless. Then, the demon turned his attention to your companion as he came to a halt in front of you. 

“Well then, my friend, to what do I owe the honour?” A pleasant smile played around his lips before casting his glance in your direction again. “Though I can make an educated guess already.”

Your face heated up at the probable implication that you were so shabby it needed his immediate help. Granted, you were no demon and you had no access to any of your usual care products or makeup, but was it really that bad?

“Mh yes, can you alter their uniform for a better fit? Nobody knew their size before the exchange programme started,” Asmo sighed. “So, gracious as I am, I took it upon myself to bring them here.”

“Without any ulterior motive, of course,” the man chuckled. “Since you are oh so gracious, would perhaps also do us the honour of introducing us?”

“Oh right,” Asmo said, clearly having skipped over this courtesy already in his mind. He courtly introduced you before gesturing at his friend. “And this is Dantalion, the owner of Majolish.”

Why were you not surprised Asmo personally knew the owner of a fashion store?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, truly. May I?” Turning to you with his full attention this time, you needed a second to understand what he was getting at, before you noticed his manicured hand hovering over your shoulder. At your consent, pristine nails picked at your uniform. “Oh dear, what a crime. I should have an earnest word with Diavolo about how he treats his exchange students. Perhaps you should sue him.”

“I’m not sure if I should sue the Prince of the Devildom on my second day here,” you laughed nervously. 

“It would make you super famous I bet,” Asmo chimed in, already surveying the clothing hangers around him.

“A strong point against doing that, then,” you deadpanned. “I’ll bring it to his attention but for now I just want a uniform that fits.”

“Understandably so. How could you feel comfortable when you’re not even properly dressed?” In the faintest of touches, his slender fingers rested against your upper back as he steered you up the stairs and to the back of the store. “Asmo, make yourself at home, though I doubt you need the encouragement. I will take care of this little gem in the meantime.”

You didn’t quite catch your housemate’s response, too busy determining if you misheard or if the tint of his glasses obscured his vision. Before you could reach a conclusion, Dantalion had already led you to stand on a circular, elevated platform far away from the bustle of customers browsing the store. Perhaps you should feel at least a little twinge of uneasiness, being alone with a demon you didn’t know, but you didn’t feel an ounce of malintent coming from him. Plus, Asmo seemed to deem it safe, so you could blame it on him if something happened.

“Now, I must ask you to take off your blazer, so I can take your measurements. Don’t worry, I won’t ask any more of you.” He waited patiently for you to shrug off your jacket and hand it to him, before neatly folding it and placing it on a table. “Please lift your arms… Just like that, perfect.”

The next minutes were a blur of a measuring tape wizzing around you without any of Dantalion’s physical help while a turquoise quill hovered in front of you, scribbling down measurements you presumed. The demon merely surveyed the scene and the notes from behind his shades. Then, the flurry stopped and all utensils neatly tucked themselves away.

“There you go, all done,” Dantalion smiled at you as he extended a hand to help you off the pedestal. “Now that the boring formalia is done, we can go over to the fun part.”

“The fun part?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought I only came here to get my uniform altered.”

“Darling, based on what I’ve seen so far, I’d venture a guess to say your wardrobe isn’t exactly bursting with clothes, is it? Plus, I’d assume you’d feel more comfortable with a change of clothes while I fix the ones you’re currently wearing,” he said, his calming voice surrounding you as he let you down another hall. You hadn’t even thought about that. “Besides, it’d be a first if Asmodeus was done already.

“Now, then…” Dantalion pushed up his shades as he looked at you, tilting his head to the side and bringing a hand to his chin in contemplation. With a clear view of his eyes, you understood why you couldn’t place their colour earlier. It was like looking into an iridescent kaleidoscope, changing colour as he turned his head. “Ah I see, I think I have the perfect idea.”

That was how you found yourself in a changing room, a multitude of clothes folded on the chair and hanging from the fixtures, all coordinated into their own outfits already. Dantalion implored you to take your time and tell him immediately if something wasn’t to your liking. 

Picking the first outfit, you quickly slipped on the different pieces only to be surprised that not only the size was on point but also the colour and fabric were to your liking. How he knew to pick a style you had always wanted to try but felt was a bit too out of your comfort zone was beyond you, but you couldn’t help but feel excited rather than intimidated by his choice.

When you exited the changing room, Dantalion took your crumpled uniform from you before studying his work. Skilled hands smoothed out any wrinkles that might have appeared and masterfully tucked your clothes to sit just right. 

“That’s much better, isn’t it? It’s amazing how much the right clothes can help in bringing out one’s natural beauty.” Dantalion reached for a box on the desk next to him, where a wide range of jewellery and accessories were arranged. “I believe the human world has a saying that goes as follows: ‘Clothes make the man’. I am inclined to agree even if not fully.”

“Well, even the nicest clothes can’t turn someone into a diamond,” you let slip before screwing your mouth shut. Perhaps it was the nerves from the new environment or how comfortable you felt around Dantalion but you really didn’t think now was the time for a pity party. “Sorry, I— The clothes you chose really are beautiful but it’s still me who’s wearing them.”

“Yes, it’s true that not everyone is diamond.” With a finger under your chin, he gracefully lifted your head to meet his mesmerising eyes. There was no mockery in them, instead they softened around the edges as his voice enveloped you like a gentle breeze. “But gems are hardly the only beautiful thing around.

“The shine of a diamond cannot be compared to the softness of silk, the luminosity of a star or the sweet melody of a song.” Even as his hand left your skin, you didn’t find the strength to pull away from his gaze. “A diamond hardens under pressure but a flower requires loving care and gentle treatment to thrive or it will wilt. Similarly, it makes no sense to compare the beauty unique to us to that of someone else. And we all have different needs which need to be met in order for us to glow our brightest.”

“It’s hard to disagree with you when you put it that way,” you chuckled lightly, feeling a little lightheaded from the sincerity with which he soothed your worries. Could he really be a demon?

“That’s the truth I’ve come to learn after doing my job for the last couple of centuries,” Dantalion responded in an amused chuckle. As he leant in to fasten the clasp of a necklace in your nape, you caught a trace of his scent which you already missed the second he pulled away to fix the pendant resting against your skin.

“Be that as it may, even a gem can’t hold out under constant pressure. It will crack sooner or later. You have to cut and polish it once it has hardened, and then—,” Dantalion’s eyes lit up with a spark of mischief before he reached for your hand and quickly spun you around like a dancer, “Then, you must show it off, wouldn’t you agree?”

You were staring straight ahead into a mirror, his hand still holding yours while his other steadied you by the hip. Looking at your own reflection hasn’t always been the easiest thing. Flaws and insecurities had the nasty habit of clamouring for your attention the loudest, whereas your strengths took a quiet backseat. But for the first time, it was as if you were looking at yourself not through your own but through the eyes of someone else.

The fabric of your outfit draped around you just right, accentuating certain features of your body that sculpted your physique flatteringly. The colours complimented your natural complexion in a way that made your skin glow even without the sunlight and the jewellery brought your attention to all the right places.

“How does that feel?” He asked, his voice low so it wouldn’t shatter the atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

“Good… It feels really good, Dantalion.” You met his iridescent eyes through the mirror again when a pleased hum left him at your praise.

“Earlier you said it was still ‘just you’ who wore these clothes,” he said, hands coming up to smooth over your shoulders. “But I do not see what’s so wrong with that. After all, I chose these clothes just for you.”

“I see the error of my ways,” you joked and you realised you felt completely relaxed for the first time since you arrived in the Devildom. “I don’t know how I could thank you enough.”

“Oh nonsense, dear, it’s my job,” he waved you off. His earrings jingled as he flicked a strand of hair back over his shoulder. “If you really want to thank me, you could try on the rest of the clothes I prepared for you. It’s not often I get to dress humans, so I’d love if you could indulge me.”

A few hours later, you met up with Asmodeus at the entrance, who was holding even more bags than you. When he saw you, he appreciatively flicked his sunset-coloured eyes over you, from head to toe and back up. 

“My my, our human cleans up nicely. It’s a shame you’ll have to wear your uniform most of the time,” Asmo said as he winked at you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“You seem to have been rather successful yourself,” you pointed out, eyeing his shopping bags.

“Of course, everything looks good on me after all,” he beamed and you couldn’t find it in you to be annoyed with him. Then, his eyes lit up with what was either something amazing or a soon-to-be headache. “Ooh, I just had a great idea! Let’s have a little fashion show in my room once we get back, I’ll even do your nails!”

“How could I refuse?” You sighed but it lacked any actual bite.

Dantalion had watched your banter quietly but his curling lips and crinkling eyes gave away his amusement, even behind the shades he put on again. Clearing his throat when your conversation seemed to lull, he caught your attention and handed you another bag.

“Your uniform,” he explained when he saw the confusion in your eyes. “You can hardly go to RAD without it.”

“Oh but— Don’t you have to keep it to alter it?” 

“Come on, look around, hon,” Asmo slung an arm around your shoulders and made a sweeping gesture to the shop around you. “Altering clothes is as easy as breathing to him, what did you think how long he’d take?”

“You flatter me, my friend,” Dantalion chimed in. “He is right though, I took care of it while you were trying on new clothes.”

“It’s- I—“ You knew that magic was incredibly efficient yet it perplexed you regardless. “You’re pretty amazing, huh?”

For a moment so brief you might have imagined it, his brows shot up in surprise before his face smoothed over again and he gifted you another award-winning smile.

“I will take your high praise to heart,” he said, eyes twinkling. “I’ve put all your expenses on Diavolo’s tab, so don’t worry about that. Asmo, I see Lucifer is paying for your entire haul?”

“Jup, that’s right~”

“Wait, can you just do that?” You weighed in. “I mean, having Lord Diavolo pay for my things.”

“It’s my store, so… Yes, I can,” Dantalion stated matter-of-factly. “I am under the impression that as an exchange student, Diavolo should ensure you’re not lacking anything during your stay in the Devildom. Besides, how can he expect you to fulfil your duties to the programme when you can’t even present yourself comfortably? You may quote me on this if he has a problem with it, which I consider to be highly unlikely.”

“Thank you so much,” you sincerely said. Again. “I still feel like I should repay you somehow.”

“You should be careful with saying something like this to a demon,” he said, a spark of something you couldn’t quite pinpoint flashing behind his frames before it was gone just as quickly. “If you really are this keen on doing something for me, perhaps you’d find the time to stop by again soon. I’d love to hear more about human world fashion. Perhaps we could run an edition of Devil Style on it…”

“Before you get too carried away, Talion,” Asmo interrupted, “we really have to get going or Luci’s going to flip. We should really catch up again soon though!”

“You’re right, we should, ” Dantalion said as he showed you to the door. When Asmo had already sauntered out of the door, you turned to the tall demon trying to find the right words to say but he beat you to it. “It really was a pleasure to meet you, little gem. Be safe on your way home and remember you are always welcome here.”

Like earlier, his slender fingers caught yours and he brought your hand up to his soft lips, which brushed the back of your hand in a featherlight kiss. For the millionth time this day, your face turned into a furnace as his eyes found yours over the rim of his glasses. Just when you thought he couldn’t get any more attractive, his eyes narrowed triumphantly and a playful smirk tugged at his plush lips and your heart might have skipped a beat.

The moment which felt like an eternity, but in reality only counted a few seconds, was cut short when Asmo called for you to hurry it up. Releasing you from what only could’ve been a spell, Dantalion held the door open for you as you frantically searched for something to say.

“I’ll see you soon then,” was what you finally settled on, voice slightly unsteady with the pulse still beating in your ears.

“I look forward to it,” he smiled pleasantly before nudging you in the direction of Asmodeus. “You should go now. Demons aren’t known to be the most patient when there’s something they desire.”

As Majolish’s doors swung shut behind you and you rejoined your housemate, you turned his last statement over in your head. You felt like there was more to it but couldn’t put a finger on it. Perhaps you’d ask Dantalion about it the next time you’d see him.

For now, you were content to simply relive the events of the day, met with iridescent colours each time you closed your eyes, the soft fabric of your new clothes enveloping you.

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