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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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OBEY ME ZODIAC SIGNS

I mentioned in this post that I had opinions about this & @impish-ivy left a tag saying she’d like to know my thoughts on it. And as we all know, a single tag is all it takes! So here I am!

Lemme start by giving you my qualifications… I have none. Unless you count growing up with a hippie for a mom who was really into the zodiac & astrology so I spent all my life hearing about it. And I mean she’d read books to me on the topic. She also taught me quite a bit about the tarot and I could get into some symbolism there, too, but let's save that for a different post. (Not me assigning each character a card from the Major Arcana.)

Nowadays I mostly use it to help me remember the birthdays I choose for my OCs lol. It's fun to think about for character creation. But in the end, this is all just my opinion based on what I know of the zodiac! It's all just for fun~

For quick reference, I am going to list the zodiac signs, their symbols, their associated element, and their date ranges.

Aries | The Ram | Fire | March 21 - April 19

Taurus | The Bull | Earth | April 20 - May 20

Gemini | The Twins | Air | May 21 - June 20

Cancer | The Crab | Water | June 21 - July 22

Leo | The Lion | Fire | July 23 - August 22

Virgo | The Virgin | Earth | August 23 - September 22

Libra | The Scales | Air | September 23 - October 22

Scorpio | The Scorpion | Water | October 23 - November 21

Sagittarius | The Archer | Fire | November 22 - December 21

Capricorn | The Goat | Earth | December 22 - January 19

Aquarius | The Water Bearer | Air | January 20 - February 18

Pisces | The Fish | Water | February 19 - March 20

Please Note: I do take the cusp into consideration. When someone is born on the cusp, it means they were born on a day that is on the cusp of two signs. For example, someone born on April 19 would be considered on the cusp of Aries and Taurus. This means they can have some traits of the sign they're on the cusp of. I think of it as a date range. So in the above example, I would consider April 17 - April 22 the cusp range of Aries and Taurus. The Aries traits would be stronger on the Aries side and the Taurus traits are strong on the Taurus side. I will sometimes refer to this as being a "cuspie" because lol it's cute, right?

Okay let’s get into it because I can tell they did not consider the characters' astrological signs at all when they chose their birthdays.

LUCIFER: JUNE 6 - GEMINI

Now obviously his birthday was meant to be a reference to 666. Since it's 6/6 and all. But that cute little reference also makes him a Gemini. A GEMINI. (Hi hello, actual Gemini here, there is just no way.) Gemini is an air sign that's known for being good at communication, artistic, flighty, and easily bored. Does any of that sound like Lucifer to you? There is no way a Gemini would ever be caught dead at a factory tour, okay? (I would, but I'm also a cuspie so I got just enough Taurus in me to be interested in a factory tour lol.)

I say he should have been a Cancer. Now before you come at me and say what Lucifer as a weepy Cancer you can't be serious, don't you mean he should've been a prideful Leo? No. Because Leos also like being the center of attention. If Lucifer was a Leo, he would absolutely thrive on Diavolo's constant compliments. Lucifer is a crab and we all know it! Hard exterior, putting on that prideful and competent persona, but soft and squishy inside. Only weepy in private, but secretly longs to weep. LOL. Also? Intense mood swings because of overwhelming feelings. And also also? Family obsessed. Will kill for those they love.

MAMMON: SEPTEMBER 10 - VIRGO

As hilarious as it is to consider that Mammon is the Virgin, there is no way. Mammon as an earth sign at all is silly enough, but add in the fact that Virgos are practical and perfectionists and I'm just like… not this guy lol. I think Virgos can also be a bit shy at first too. And like you could say Mammon acts like he doesn't like you at first because he's secretly shy, but I think it's more about damaging his cool guy rep.

No, I think Mammon should've been a Gemini. Flighty air sign. Easily bored. But with a wild imagination that can come up with, you guessed it, schemes. In his case money making schemes. They also like to be aware of the trends, always looking at the new shiny things. Geminis are smart, but not always good at applying their smarts. The other thing about Geminis? They're deeply emotionally intelligent, but you can't always tell right away. This is why they're kinda known for the whole "two faced" thing (which is not really accurate tbh). They have a light and airy and fun personality on top, but underneath they can be serious and understand the needs of others. And once you befriend them, they are ride or die.

LEVIATHAN: APRIL 9 - ARIES

Absolutely not. An Aries is a bold fire sign, they're courageous, assertive, and a natural leader. That is like the exact opposite of Levi.

I honestly had a difficult time deciding what I think Levi's sign should be. But in the end, I settled on Virgo. Mostly because Virgos can be neurotic and end up worrying themselves into disorder and that sounds more like Levi than anything else. I also think the practicality and perfection can apply when considering how carefully Levi pursues his hobbies. He's always on top of when things are happening, displays his merch meticulously, and cares about all the little details.

SATAN: OCTOBER 20 - LIBRA

Uhhh sooooo I mean…. listen, the main thing about Libras, in my opinion, is that they are super friendly. They like having a large group of friends. And like Satan has connections, but I'm not sure if that's really the same thing. He's been known to isolate himself for days just to read without stopping. Like that does not seem like the social butterfly type to me. He's also a cuspie, so there could be elements of Scorpio mucking up those Libra sensibilities. But I still don't really think that makes a lot of sense.

I'm kinda feeling Capricorn for Satan. Someone who cares about rules and regulations. Someone who's willing to help family and friends at the drop of a hat. Ambitious and successful and willing to put in the work, including in relationships. Even better if you give him December 23 or 24, so he's juuuuust on the cusp of Sagittarius. Thus giving him the Sag's pursuit of knowledge quality and a lil dash of childlike wonder ('cause of how he is with cats lol).

ASMODEUS: MAY 16 - TAURUS

Truly an affront to all things astrological. Do you really expect me to believe that Asmo is a Bull? Please. Like yeah, a Taurus can be passionate, but they're also stubborn and stable and kiiinda set in their ways. And yo that ain't Asmo, friends.

Asmo should've been a Leo. The type of person who turns heads just by existing. They're unapologetically themselves and they know how enticing they are to others. A bright, bold, fire sign that'll blaze into a room, full of confidence and ready to start the party. Can be a little too into themselves, but they're also full of generosity and a warmth that attracts people. I would also have been okay with Libra, but I think Leo is more accurate.

BEELZEBUB & BELPHEGOR: MARCH 11 - PISCES

This one fits. Beel really is a Pisces. Emotional, caring, highly family oriented. Maybe a little weepy. Pisces is a good choice for the twins. Not only do you have the dual fish as their symbol, but I think Belphie is what you get when a sweet Pisces suffers from intense trauma. Zodiac signs only really take into consideration general characteristics. People change how they act from life experience, too, and no amount of being born under the fish is going to change that for Belphie. Inside, he's got that caring and emotional state that Beel wears on his sleeve. Belphie just had to build armor around it because that's how he has reacted to being hurt. So I actually think this sign works for both of them.

DIAVOLO: OCTOBER 31 - SCORPIO

Well, he's got the passion anyway. I dunno I feel like Scorpios are also overly dramatic, tend to hold grudges, and kinda do whatever they want. Like they give in to their emotions a lot. Diavolo just doesn't feel like a Scorpio to me. Maybe if he was a little more devious than he is.

I think Diavolo should have been an Aries. The fire symbolism is nice and the fact that it's a ram is also funny (MC being a sheep right), but straight up an Aries is a good leader, they're courageous and adventurous. They love new experiences, kinda like Dia being obsessed with human world stuff he's never experienced before. They rush into things sometimes - anyone remember a baby!Dia trapping Barbatos? This is like he gets an idea in his head and he's like that's the best solution! But it isn't always and I kinda think Barb's influence has mellowed that out over the years. So yeah, Aries for this guy. Though I would have accepted Leo, too, I just don't think Diavolo is as self-obsessed as a Leo usually is.

BARBATOS: AUGUST 22 - LEO

You know, in true CC fashion, I really spent a lot of time considering what would make the most sense for Barbatos. My initial reaction to him being a Leo was no fucking way. Leos like attention too much and we all know Barb is a lurker. However, he's also on the cusp with Virgo. And I kinda think that Virgo's practicality mixed with Leo's charisma could equal out to one Barbatos. Virgos are known for being proficient and efficient and always getting the job done right. They're also known for wanting to be of service to others. Leos, on the other hand, are magnetic and generous. However, they're also really flashy and tend to be hung up on what others think of them and that's not Barb at all.

So while I think the Virgo/Leo cusp could work, they'd need to put him on the other side of it. More Virgo less Leo. Like maybe August 25. That being said, I also initially gave Barb the sign of Capricorn. If I wasn't going with a cusp situation, this is what I'd choose. It's the restraint and meticulousness. Capricorns can be taskmasters, especially when it comes to themselves. In a human this leads to burnout. Since Barbatos is a demon he seems to be able to work hard all day every day and still be okay, but he's not exactly good at resting. A Capricorn is also someone other people come to for advice because they're known for being good at everything they do.

SIMEON: FEBRUARY 10 - AQUARIUS

Aquarius is a weird sign. Like no offense to Aquarians but the symbol here is literally called the Water Bearer and yet it's an air sign? What does it mean? It means that this sign is full of super unique individuals. And yeah okay Simeon is pretty unique. I'm not like there's absolutely no way. But I do think there's a better sign for him.

Should've been a Cancer. Yes, like Lucifer. Think about it: emotional, caring, family oriented, but where Lucifer has the armored crab shell, Simeon has learned to allow some of his soft squishy to show. Both can be very mothering, they just show it in different ways. Trust me on this. HOWEVER. I actually think Simeon should have been a cuspie. Like me, but on the other side. So on the cusp of Cancer and Gemini. Mostly mothering and emotional Cancer, but with the creativity and airiness of Gemini. You know what Geminis are good at? Writing. So I think Simeon has traits from both Cancer and Gemini and would be best on the cusp. (Give him June 21.)

SOLOMON: DECEMBER 9 - SAGITTARIUS

They got this one right. Solomon is absolutely a Sagittarius. The symbol of this sign is the Archer - a centaur with an extended bow. It represents the duality of a Sagittarian's personality. An old soul with childlike wonder. Able to get excited about new things, but also full of experience and wisdom. If that's not Solomon, I don't know what is. Someone who likes to be free, enjoys exploring the unknown, is dedicated to learning but also to teaching - yeah, this one is accurate.

LUKE: JULY 15 - CANCER

Due to the fact that Luke is supposed to be a child, it's important to consider how his sign manifests in someone younger. It can be different from how an adult would be described, but the general idea is usually still the same. I kinda think Luke could in fact be a Cancer. He cares a lot about his friends and family, he's dedicated to them in a way that causes him to defend them at any perceived insult. He can be emotional, but that's also kinda just… he's a kid, you know?

And I think Luke is a Libra. He cares about everybody as mentioned, but he also likes when people get along. If we looked at who he is when he's not worrying about a demon's questionable influence, such as how he is with MC, he's thoughtful and kind, friendly. See how he is with Barbatos and Simeon. He likes learning from them and spending time with them and I think that's the sort of social butterfly Libra quality. I see Luke growing up into someone who has a lot of friends, but also likes to keep things balanced as evidenced by the Libra scales.

MEPHISTOPHELES: NOVEMBER 11 - SCORPIO

It's kinda funny that Mephisto and Diavolo have the same zodiac sign. But it also doesn't mean anything, I just find it humorous. However, Mephisto could actually be a Scorpio, more so than Diavolo, in my opinion. We have seen mostly the negative traits of a Scorpio displayed in Mephisto - jealously, the tendency to hold a grudge, possessive and resentful. But a Scorpio can also be passionate and fearless and perceptive. Mephisto has the grudge thing going on with Lucifer. And he's a little closed off to MC at first. But his perception allows him to consider how MC feels and thus makes it easier for him to understand them. Not to mention how dedicated he becomes once he is friends with someone. While I think there are probably other signs that would work for him too, I don't have a problem with him being a Scorpio.

RAPHAEL: SEPTEMBER 29 - LIBRA

What. There is no way. NO. WAY. I refuse to accept Raphael as a Libra, I'm sorry. It's just not possible.

So what is he, then? A Taurus. The Bull. Quiet, stubborn, no nonsense. Patient, well grounded, likes to feel secure, determined. While a human Taurean would be interested in establishing their career, Raphael had a different goal due to being an angel. But I think we can equate the climb to the top, becoming the youngest angel ever to be a seraph, as obtaining financial stability. It's stability, but in a different way. Secured by the rank rather than the monetary value. Only investing time in what they believe is worth the effort, but once decided they become loyal to a fault. Good at standing up for their principles, but less likely to mess with things that threaten their stability. There might be others he could be, but this one feels right to me.

THIRTEEN: JANUARY 13 - CAPRICORN

Seeing as how I made Satan and Barbatos Capricorns, I don't really feel like Thirteen fits this sign all that well. She's not restrained at all and I don't think she's overly ambitious, either. Not a taskmaster for herself or anyone else.

Thirteen is an Aquarius. A rebel, someone who sets trends, someone who doesn't care about rules. Thirteen is a reaper who wears a school uniform that she completely modified because she likes it and she never even had any intention of attending said school. You gonna try to tell me that person isn't a rebel? Unique, quirky, and independent. That is so totally Thirteen. They also tend to fight for the collective good and while I haven't exactly seen Thirteen joining protests or anything, I don't know that I would discount this quality entirely. She's just definitely leaning more toward the quirky unique part as well as innovation (thinking up different traps for instance).

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candyradium · 2 years

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Sunday DnD update: we have made it to level three!!! subclass time!!! armourer artificer time for Gabriel!!! i am now a tank AND a scout. im so versatile <3

Various other session happenings include:

PC vs PC arguments are extremely fun and i wish i had more braincells available so i could play Gabriel more true to his character (i.e. a blunt vindictive asshole who is extremely protective of his sister) (i am very tired today so i tried my best. but i could have been Meaner)

everyone keeps giving Gabriel gifts. everyone loves my boy. my 8 charisma standoffish asshole of a character <3

(Gabriel's liked gifts: food (Caspian gave him soup), pieces of metal (Cedric gave him a metal pipe), and tools (Cedric ALSO gave him thieves' tools but only bc he lost Gabriel's ones))

In related news, Caspian is 100% playing the platonic version of a dating sim

Cedric is a hypocrite ass motherfucker and also cannot deal with his Extremely Cursed Sword NEARLY as well as he claims that he can

WE HAVE ACQUIRED A GUN. GUN ACQUIRED.

It is my duty as the party artificer to wield the Gun. As the only one with proficiency(?). It's a tough job but somebody's gotta do it

(I don't even need a gun! My armour has a built in ranged weapon! Also it was wielded by an agent of Lolth and may it may not be cursed!)

Mammon is a bastard. gave me a spell and in return stole my other fucking arm in a dream (vision?). this is exactly why i do not fuck with higher powers of ANY sort, fiendish or celestial or anything else,

(i still had it when i woke up from the tiefling-lineage-induced dream BUT. even if it had actually been taken it. wouldn't have been that bad. I've already lost one arm and i just built myself another one, it's not like it's gonna be HARD to do it a second time)

(also mechanically arcane armour replaces missing limbs, making it. almost meaningless. so,)

#candy posts #candy plays dnd #mammon really went ''oh no money? lmao. loser'' [yoinks my OTHER arm]#how am i supposed to read the stupid ass book you gave me with no damn arms. huh #the arm was in payment for gaining the ability to cast tenser's floating disk i.e. my lv3 tiefling spell. so #guess i just gained an actual reason for Gabriel to be invested in the dragon heist!#even tho like i said its not that big of a deal to lose another arm. it was MUCH cleaner and less painful than the first time as well.#if memmon thinks he can pressure Gabriel into giving him money by threatening to take his arm then hes got another thing coming #maybe. dunno. im down to get a little symmetry going /j #what is it with my current pcs and having limbs made out of inorganic material. Sirius and his marble and Gabriel and his metal. huh.

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mammonsrockstargf · 16 days

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a/n: hi fellas, i have hypersomnia, which basically just means i fall asleep a lot so here’s the brothers with a very sleepy mc.

At first, the brothers are kind of confused. Demons don’t need as much sleep as humans and they’re baffled by your excessive sleeping. Do all humans sleep so much? Why are you always flaring your teeth at them? (They later learn that this is called yawning.)

Lucifer initially thinks you’re lazy and it honestly bothers him. Simultaneously you remind him of a certain brother, so he also lets many things you do slide. He'll just sigh when you fall asleep 45 minutes into one of his lectures. “I think they understood my point,” he says, before turning to Mammon and continuing his lesson for a good two hours. As you get closer, he understands that you aren't lazy and he even lets you sleep in his office at R.A.D. whenever you need it.

One late evening you trudge into his office, blanket in hand. He looks at you with a raised brow. "Bed, now. You haven't slept properly in like 3 days," you say, while pointing your finger threateningly at him. Much to his own surprise, he finds himself in his bed with you snuggling into his side. He supposes you kind of complete each other in that way, where he sleeps too little, you sleep too much.

The first time you fall asleep during one of your hangouts with Mammon he’s annoyed. He lets you sleep it out because you just look too cute when you’re sleeping, but when you wake up he’s crossing his arms and pouting. “Am I really that boring, huh?” Luckily, we all know the great Mammon can never stay mad with you for too long, so he warms up to you again within an hour or so. If you want you can always speed up the process significantly by giving him kisses or a big hug. It works every single time.

Once he realizes you don’t fall asleep because of him, but because you’re just so damn tired, he stops getting bothered by it. Instead, he just tugs you in, covering you in blankets. He'll even scold his brothers if they're being too loud around you. This just causes them to make fun of him, but always at a lower noise level.

Leviathan is also hurt at first, especially because you fell asleep during an anime marathon. He’s a bit harder to make happy again. He’s absolutely convinced it has something to do with him. No matter how many times you tell him he doesn’t believe you until one day when you fall asleep in the middle of a conversation with Mammon. The sight makes him laugh so hard, he almost falls over.

After that, he doesn’t mind anymore. After all, if you fall asleep around Mammon, then it's probably you who's the problem, not him. He lets you sleep with your head in his lap. He’ll even tread his fingers through your hair, but he’ll never admit that to you when you’re awake. Once you wake up again he’s happy to give you a recap of what you missed in the episode, plus an analysis of the dialogue and the hidden meanings of certain scenes.

Satan doesn’t mind at first, because he likes how it bothers Lucifer. He even helps you get away with it. When you fall asleep during class, he’ll put a book in front of you so the teacher can’t see and he’ll answer the question for you if you’re called on. He even begins to write notes for you. Later it just becomes a habit of his, he does it for you without thinking.

If he’s reading aloud for you and you fall asleep, a smile will tug at his lips and he’ll just continue reading for you. Because of you, he begins researching human sleeping patterns. After he reads that certain foods can make you more energized, he begins to carry fruits and nuts with him, which he offers you whenever you get sleepy.

Asmodeus thinks beauty sleep is very important. It’s only natural that someone as beautiful as you should sleep a lot. Besides that, he’s probably the one who wakes you up from your sleep the most. Too much sleep can be bad for you as well! Besides that, he can't wait for you to wake up to share the insane gossip he just heard. You need to hear it now!

Like with Lucifer, you remind Beelzebub of Belphegor. A lot. His chest hurts when he finds you sleeping in the living room and he carries you to bed. When you fall asleep on his shoulder, he pats your head. He likes just looking at you when you sleep. Not in a creepy way, you just look so peaceful. It soothes the ache in his chest.

If you get too tired while you're out on a trip or assignment, Beel will often offer to piggyback you. Beel is a big guy, he could carry Diavolo around if he wanted to. With you on his back, he barely even registers your weight. His arms hook around your legs and sometimes his fingers will dig into your thighs. He likes the way you wrap your arms around his neck and the way he can feel your breath on his ear, while you whisper things to him. Most of all he likes when you fall asleep and he can hear your soft breathing.

Once you become friends with Belphegor, he’s excited to have a sleeping buddy. You come up to the attic to have your midday nap with him and he immediately opens his arms for you. “I’m serious, Belphie, only one hour,” you say, while setting the alarm on your D.D.D. “You know I can’t sleep for any longer than that.” Belphegor just nods sleepily and traps you in his arms. Once you're asleep, he grabs your phone and turns off the alarm.

When Beel comes to wake you up, saying it’s time for dinner, Belphie just laughs when you slap him lightly and complain that you slept for three hours. After that, you refuse to nap with him anymore until he swears that he won’t mess with your alarm again.

One time you mentioned that you have a hard time waking up in the mornings. The constant night of the Devildom is really messing with your brain. That very same day, a new bed lamp is ordered for you. One of those that imitate the sunrise in the morning, slowly lighting up your room as you wake up. You’re a lot more energetic in the mornings after that, a sight that makes all of the brothers smile your way at breakfast.

thanks for reading! you can find my other stuff here. <3

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zephyrchama · 1 month

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Hi!! I love your hc’s , can I request how the brothers would react to a s/o from who’s deathly afraid of wasps , like phobia strength fear . (It’s spring where I am and I have a phobia of wasps so i really want comfort stuffs lol)

Thank you! I've been wanting to write something bug-related, hope I don't disappoint too much! If there's not enough fluff or comfort, I'll try to come up with something else. I wound up writing how they'd handle the situation.

(little scary note: Devildom wasps are probably awful monstrosities, maybe even bigger than human realm ones. They could have all kinds of RPG monster-style wasps in addition to the “normal” sized ones that humans are familiar with (yet have some crazy venom).)

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Lucifer revels in being the first person you go to when you feel afraid. He doesn’t quite get why it’s such a big emergency, and he doesn’t like the chore of having to stop what he’s doing just to take care of a common pest, but there’s a warmth in knowing you come straight to him when you're scared. At first he would tell you to go ask someone else. Or, couldn’t you chase it off yourself with magic? He knows that surely you’re more than capable. He has better things to do than deal with a wasp. But with enough begging, he’d give in. Especially if you bury yourself under his coat. He can feel you trembling. Grasping his shirt in your fingertips and shakily asking “Lucifer, please?” will usually do the trick. He takes his coat off and drapes it over your head so you don’t have to watch while he takes care of things. Typically, it only takes seconds to erase all traces of the wasp’s existence. It takes far longer for you to convince Lucifer to help than it does for him to actually help. As the problem persisted and the weather got warmer, Lucifer started insisting you wear bug repellant to keep the problem at bay. He stops you in the morning to make sure you’re wearing it. If you come to him later in the day with a wasp-related issue, he’ll hold you back and personally make sure every inch from head to toe is coated before you leave. "I can't have any pests approaching you when I'm not around," he explains.

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Mammon loves when you rely on him. He has no trouble getting rid of a pesky bug or two. The first time it happened, he panicked. His human was crying and shaking and could hardly speak - the human he’s supposed to be in charge of. If anything happened to you, he’d be in a world of trouble. “What? What happened, huh?” he asked, grabbing your shoulders. He couldn’t understand unless you told him. “Help,” you whimpered, pointing where you had been standing moments before. “What?” The only thing there now was a buzzing wasp, flitting to and fro. “That thing?” You nodded and the relief that washed over him was immense. He almost laughed. “Man, don’t scare me like that! C’mon, the Great Mammon’ll take care of it for you.” Now, he’ll ask for rewards. Nothing big, but just enough to motivate him and keep you from taking advantage of him. He can’t let you find out that your tears are his weakness, after all. Mammon makes a big show of playing the hero, saying “get behind me” and pulling you in close. He’ll wrap an arm over you, guiding your head into his side while firing off a spell with a “bang!” Sometimes he’s so focused on how cute you look that he misses and sets fire to a shrub, but as long as you’re not looking, he can coolly escort you in the opposite direction as if nothing is out of the ordinary. “Well? Don’t ya think the Great Mammon deserves a reward for savin’ ya?”

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“Do I have to?” Leviathan gets anxious and doesn’t want to confront the wasps. He can see how distraught you are and it’s tugging on his heart strings, but they freak him out too. He’s so much stronger and he knows it, but their unpredictability is unsettling. He’ll let you take shelter in his room for as long as you want, or under his hoodie as long as you don’t move too much. If you’re especially persistent, he’ll eventually work up the courage. It might take a while though. With a mighty wadded up newspaper in one hand and the other hand outstretched protectively in front of you, he’ll slowly inch forward towards any unsavory bug. At the smallest sound though, he’ll jump and it’s back to square one. If the wasp moves and you shriek, he shrieks with you. “Don’t scare me like that!! I-I… I almost had it!! Arrghhh!” If you two are lucky, the commotion attracts one of his other brothers who rolls their eyes and crushes the wasp like it’s made of paper. On days when backup never arrives, you have to play hype man until Levi finally works up the nerve to one-shot the target. “I did it!” He looks so happy, and he occasionally strikes a silly victory pose despite also falling back in relief. He is the hero who saved the human in distress, after all. The next time it happens he’s still incredibly reluctant, but he upgrades his rolled-up newspaper to one of those electric zapping polls so he feels a little cooler.

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Satan is usually unperturbed by the bugs. They’re certainly annoying, but nothing to fret over. “You want me to take care of that?” he’ll ask, no questions asked. You don’t even need to say anything. He notices when your attention wanders from him, when the look in your eye changes and your demeanor shifts upon spotting one. You don’t have to speak if you’re unable to. Grabbing on to the empty sleeve of his jacket is enough of an answer. Satan is especially handy if there are multiple bugs buzzing in the vicinity. It’s not often he gets to practice his curses on a moving target. If he’s having an especially rough day, he’ll pack all his frustrations and wrath into a single blow that’s way more powerful than necessary. That is doubly true if he’s interrupted during a nice moment. Satan likes to savor good times without being disturbed. He’s ruthless if a wasp comes along and ruins the nice atmosphere between you two. He tries to be careful around his book collection, but anything else in the way is fair game to be destroyed. His attempts to calm you down afterwards are less helpful. He tries to distract you with trivia. “That was just an infernal warrior bee. You can tell by the three horizontal stripes and ones vertical stripe on its back. We must have walked past its nest, they’re mostly harmless unless you get too close and they start unsheat-” ”Aaaaaahhh!!!” The quickest way to shut Satan up before your fear gets worse is just to shout louder than he talks, especially if you nuzzle your head against his chest while he does it.

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Asmodeus gives you a nauseated look. He could probably destroy a bug in seconds, but they’re gross. He wants nothing to do with them. “Isn’t there anybody else around to get it?” It’s quite a sight to see Asmodeus publicly charm people into disposing of a wasp for the two of you. It is the most convenient way when other people are around. He does it as naturally as breathing, and then the two of you have to run from his obsessed fans instead of an insect. If Asmo sends a distress text to his brothers, it’s rare for someone to actually show up. But if you join him and spam the house’s group chat together, somebody will inevitably come to your aid. The two of you have cowered together in a corner many times waiting on one of his other brothers to show up. Due to this, you’ve perfected a defensive formation. If you both hug each other, fingers intertwined and head resting on the other’s shoulder, it calms you both down while also minimizing the blind spots in the room. You can spot any bug approaching with a 95% accuracy rate. If it’s a long day and bugs are a major recurring issue, Asmo will snap. Enough is enough. He still manages to be so pretty, despite his raging demonic energy knocking down everything in its path. He feels so disgusted afterwards though and will invite you to bathe the grossness away with him in a long, long bath.

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Beelzebub the reliable. Beelzebub the wonderful. You have so much appreciation for this dude. Beel is often the one you can turn to when nobody else will help. He’s not the best at spotting the smaller insects so you need to be very descriptive about where you saw them, but he shows no hesitation when it comes to exterminating them for you. The way he casually just whacks them aside is astounding. He’s more concerned about your shaking and crying and will try to prioritize comforting you over handling the wasps, but that just makes you more scared. With each passing moment, who knows where they’ll fly to next? “Please, please Beel. Just please take care of it, make it go away!” The sooner the better. The corners of his mouth will turn down, hesitant to turn his back on you, but he agrees. “Ok.” You must ensure to reward him with plenty of snacks. It keeps him protectively by your side for longer and otherwise he starts wondering how the felled wasps would taste fried. He used to get concerned you wouldn’t eat with him, but has since learned you need time to calm down before you appetite returns. It helps if you can sit in his lap, a fortified spot you’re certain no wasps can get near.

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Belphegor is too lazy to lift a finger most days. If they’re not bothering him, he doesn’t want to bother with them. But the way you twitch, the way you shriek and jump over the smallest movements, will start to concern him. It’s cute at first. He enjoys seeing a new side of you, the easily startled side. It's amusing. If it goes on for too long though he knows you’ll get nightmares and it will mess with your health. Humans get sick easily like that. He’ll laugh at you and then fell the buzzing menace with ease. It’s easier to get Belphegor to help when he’s tired. The buzzing annoys him to no end when all he wants is a peaceful nap. He might not even be conscious of what he's doing and protects you out of pure instinct. When he’s cranky, he shows no mercy to the insects hassling you. You’ve got blanket permission to throw yourself in his arms when he’s taking a nap. His demon form tail is an especially potent fly (or any winged creature, really) swatter, ensuring nothing gets near the two of you. Belphegor will literally take care of everything in his sleep while he snuggles up to you without a care in the world. One time you were escaping a nagging Lucifer instead of a wasp and tried the same tactic. It only made him madder. But it was great to see him get bapped in the face with Belphegor’s fluffy tail.

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devildomwriter · 6 months

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First Things They Say to MC

Lucifer

“I will explain everything to you.” — (1-1)

Mammon

“Huh? Who the hell are ya? You ain’t Lucifer.” Or “Are ya foolin’ around? Who the hell are ya?” — (1-1)

Leviathan

“Do you realize what just happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me. …Or maybe I should say he used you as a sacrifice. I’ll admit that mammon is one of the scummiest scumbags you’ll ever meet…a total lowlife. But still, that was pretty dumb of you letting him use you like that.” *sigh* “This is EXACTLY why humans are— …Wait a second. Humans…yes, that’s it… Suddenly, I’ve got an idea. Listen, are you free right now? Of course you are. You’ve gotta be, right? You know what? Never mind. Either way, you’re coming with me.” — (1-10)

Satan

“Aha. So I’m that one, am I? Nice to meet you MC. I am Satan, the avatar of wrath.” — (1-2)

Asmodeus

“That’s right! It pretty much sums up what I’m about! Including my power. Let’s give a little demonstration! MC, could you gaze into my eyes for a moment? It’s okay, I don’t hurt you. Come on don’t be shy… …Wait a minute. There’s something about you…hmm…” — (1-2)

Beelzebub

“I’m Beelzebub, the avatar of gluttony.” — (1-2)

Belphegor

“…el… …elp… Help… Someone help me… Help… ….Over here! — (2-15)

Solomon

“Hey, you there. That’s right, I’m talking to you, the human with that frightened, tormented look on your face that demons love so much. You’re practically screaming, ‘Come and eat me! I’m scrumptious!’ Your name’s MC, isn’t it?” — (2-2)

Thirteen

“Ahahahaha! Ooh, that was just hilarious! You walked RIGHT into my trap! Well done, Mr. Bucket 3! WELL DONE!” or “Ugh, what was THAT?! Honestly, I don’t believe it! Mr. Bucket Number 3 was supposed to land on your HEAD not the floor!” — (65-3)

Simeon

“Well, hello, MC. I’ve heard a lot of rumors!” — (2-13)

Luke

“Never trust…mmrmhrm.” — (2-15)

Raphael

“…I have to say, I take that as an insult. You think I’m Michael? I do not appreciate being mistaken for that socially inept weirdo. My name is Raphael. Try to remember that in the future.” or “Correct.” or “…Wrong. If you don’t know, say so. Don’t just guess at random. My name is Raphael.”

Michael

“Hello there, MC.” *sigh*… “Here I am, finally getting to talk to you, and it had to be in a situation like this… Can you hear me, MC?” — (38-17)

Little D. No. 2

“Hello there, I’m Little D. No. 2! Ah, but call me Number Two if you would, mmkay?” — (7-10)

Mephistopheles

“Don’t touch that! …So, it’s you. It’s bad form to pick up someone else’s documents and start looking through them, you know? Don’t they teach you that in the human world?” — (63-1)

Barbatos

“…Ah yes, pardon me. I suppose we haven’t met before, have we? My name is Barbatos. I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. I have the honor of serving as steward to Lord Diavolo. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” — (2-13)

Diavolo

“Welcome to the devildom MC. …Oh pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked, are we? Well, that’s understandable. You’ve only just arrived after all. As a human it will probably take a while for you to adjust to things here in the devildom.” — (1-1)

#obey me thanks #obey me lucifer #obey me little d no 2 #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me Michael #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me thirteen

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daytaker · 3 months

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hii hellooo, may i request brothers with a clown core mc? their outfits most often being very colorful but their personality being the opposite? like somewhat cold and very blunt, not talking much and if talking then it’s about something mildly disturbing like murder investigations or an odd fascination with deadly diseases stuff like that

sorry that it’s extremely specific and thank you regardless _(┐「ε:)_

Clown Anon MCs - [ Clowncore MC | Death-Fixated Science Geek MC | LeVeyan Satanist MC ]

When you first arrived, no one was sure what to think. They looked you over. Your pink hair, your cyan shorts. A yellow T-shirt and rainbow suspenders. Gaudy makeup and adorable pink tennis shoes. Beaded bracelets and necklaces and colorful tights.

And a box of smokes in your back pocket.

"Welcome to the House of Lamentation," Lucifer says, gesturing grandly at the stately mansion ahead of you.

You say nothing. Instead, you pull out a cigarette and a lighter. Taking a drag, you lazily gaze at the house, then back at your host, who looks disgusted.

"Make sure you only do that outside," he says, nodding to the box of cigarettes in your hand.

You blow a puff of smoke in his face and start walking to the door, completely ignoring the sounds of Lucifer struggling to contain his rage.

"Why's it called that?" you finally ask as you stop at the front doors. "'House of Lamentation'?"

Lucifer, having composed himself by now, steps up beside you. "This is a replica of a house from the human world," he explains. "In it, an entire family was murdered; the parents, the servant, and six of their seven sons. The seventh--"

"Ohhh. This is the Sutton house," you say, nodding.

"Excuse me?"

"The Sutton house. Massachusetts, 1923. Elijah Sutton, oldest of seven sons, runs into the local tavern screaming that his servant killed the whole family and himself. Most folks today think it was Elijah who really did it. I know I do."

You take one more drag from your cigarette, then drop it on the ground and put it out with the heel of your shoe.

"So this is their house, huh? Sick."

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It's breakfast on your second day in the Devildom. You took extra time to apply your godawful makeup this morning, and you're sure it shows, because the brothers keep glancing at you as if they're not quite sure what they should say.

"You talk to them, Mammon," mumbles Satan. "You're their babysitter."

"Ah... ahem." Mammon casts a glare at his brother, then looks at you. "So, uh... Human." You stare at him with a dead-eyed expression that seems to unnerve him even more. "...We're goin' to RAD today, and there's a couple a things you should know." You continue staring.

Mammon looks to his brothers for help, but they all avoid eye contact. "Uhhh... Just... try not to get eaten, 'kay? Lucifer'll be pissed if you die on my watch."

"Do demons eat people?" you ask. "Like, raw?"

"Sometimes! So don't mess around with 'em, got it?"

"That's gotta be messy as fuck."

"It is!"

"You got any photos?"

"....Eh?"

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"So I get that you're the seven deadly sins," you say to Satan, sprawled out in an armchair in the library, "but like... is that all you guys got here?"

Satan, who had been minding his own business and innocently reading a book of curses, looks irritated. "Is that all of what?"

"I dunno. Bad shit shaped like people." You shrug. "Like, you got the Four Horsemen or somethin'?"

"Of course not," Satan snaps. "That would be ridiculous."

You shrug. "Embodiment of plague? Too ridiculous to believe. Embodiment of wrath? Well, obviously that's a thing."

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"You have to make pacts with Lucifer and his brothers," Belphie urges you through the door. You stare at him, then take a drag from your cigarette. As long as Lucifer is occupied in the music room with that weird record, you're going to break every rule in this damn house.

"How am I supposed to do that? Am I gonna split up my soul Horcrux style? Give everybody a slice?"

Belphie stares at you for a few seconds. You don't realize how badly he wishes he could kill you in this moment. "Are you going to help me or not?"

You shrug. "What do I get out of it?"

He blinks at you in utter bewilderment. "You... make me happy?"

You stare at him. He stares at you. You stare at him. He continues to stare at you.

You head back down the stairs.

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artemfication · 2 years

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Mammon and his crushing problems

Let’s be real here, he is an absolute simp for MC

He would quite literally kiss the ground they walk on

However…

Mans is too embarrassed to admit he fell in love with a human

Like he is literally the second most powerful of the seven sins, tf u mean simping for some dumb ass human???

Oh fuck they smiled at him, RUN!

poor MC takes that as a sign that he doesn’t like them

They didn’t expect for the seven brothers to like them at all, but it seems like even being near them is too embarrassing for the second born

“MC is not with us for breakfast?”

“Huh? Wdym MC isn’t there for breakfast?! They never miss out on breakfast, and here I thought we could do our make-up togethee!” Asmodeus is a bit confused.

“Do any of you happen to know about their whereabouts?”

“I did hear their door when I was making breakfast. Think it was around seven? They must’ve gone to school early.” Satan mumbles as he takes a bite from his sandwich.

“Strange…I see no need for them to go that early. Not that I’m complaining, but their grades look fine.”

Lucifer’s gaze turns to Mammon and he can already feel another scolding coming from the oldest.

“Don’ look at me, they didn’t tell me anythin’ this mornin’ so ya can’t blame me.”

“You’re right. I was suppose to assign someone else as MC made a request to swap you out for one of your brothers. Their preference was Beelzebub or Satan. Not to worry, I will seek them out at RAD. I have a hunch either the Angels or Solomon came to pick them up…perhaps Thirteen since they became quite close lately. It does make me wonder what made them want to change guardians, though they assured me it’s because they wanted to get to know the others better.”

Ouch…that hurt mammon’s teeny tiny heart

Wasn’t he enough for you?

Did he do something that pissed you off?

“I’m done with breakfast. I’ll go ahead. Mammon’s got the dishes right? I’ll go and seek out MC to accompany them until you’ve had your little talky talk.” Asmodeus quickly gets up and takes one last glance in the mirror before going out to make his way to RAD.

One by one the brothers leave the table until it’s just mammon and lucifer.

“You’ve been awfully quiet mammon”

“Wha- you wanna have me talkin’ all the time or what?”

“That’s not what I was implying, however, you seemed quite surprised and sad when you heard about the change in guardianship. Mind telling me if you did something anyway?”

“Argh, how am I suppose to know? I’m just glad I got them off my back-“

“Lucifer?”

Mammon freezes at the sound of your voice.

“You wanted to speak to me? I’m sorry for not attending breakfast, I was in the library to print out my assignment papers. I have a free period right now as the professor got sick. Asmodeus told me you wanted to talk to me so I came back as you were still here. Saves you a trip to seek me out.”

“How thoughtful of you MC. Yes, I did want to talk to you about the change of guardianship. Please follow me to my office.”

Mammon tries to talk to MC but they give him the cold shoulder and avoid his gaze like the plague.

He’s fucked up for good, hasn’t he?

For the rest of the day he has locked himself in his room, lying on his bed and staring at his screen which plays some random video about how to hack a gambling machine.

Did they hear him say those harsh words?

But he didn’t mean it…

Beelzebub calls for dinner, but mammon has no appetite.

How is he suppose to fix this?

His old self would’ve been happy to be free from that guardianship

But the him now has become so attached to that puny little human

He never wanted to admit it, but it is a fact.

He’s in love with you

But expressing such a thing is so hard

How does Asmodeus do this shit all the time?

Well…not like he’s ever confessed, but rather received confessions…

Mammon has had his fair share of confessions as well. But he never confessed himself.

Do humans and demons confess in the same ways?

He looks up how to confess on Deviltube, watches some human confession movie scenes, but he is none the wiser

A little while later he hears laughter from outside his door and he quietly walks towards the door the peek outside.

“…and so his mom exposed him at a family dinner, for dating all these girls, because she found out their names by accident and the poor guy had to sit through the embarrassment, it was so funny when I heard it!”

MC and Asmodeus are gossiping and giggling as they’re making their way to Asmo’s room

That sweet smile MC wears…

They never smiled at him like that

“Let me get you some cute accessories I recently bought, when I was back home! See if they match with your fit for tomorrow, yeah?”

MC walks to their own room to look through their vanity drawer and are too busy searching that they don’t hear mammon walk in, until he clears his throat

O-oi, human. Can we talk for a sec?”

“I don’t have any grimm on me and no you can’t sell my bathwater.”

“That’s not what I wanted to t-talk about. I-it’s about that guardianship…”

“You’re welcome. Was that it?”

Guilt is weighing heavy on his heart as he hears the slight hurt in their voice

“I don’t want a “you’re welcome”…I just wanted to know why…?”

“Because you’re obviously embarrassed of me. You always run away whenever I look at you. When I try to be nice, you run off. When I ask you a question, you insult me without missing a beat. I know you didn’t like me in the beginning, but what did I ever do for you to hate me so much? Is it because I’m human?”

“N…no, I swear on my Goldie, it ain’t you who’s the problem. It’s me, I’m the one being stupid. I never meant any of those insult towards ya. Ya gotta believe me MC! I-It’s just this stupid feelin’ I get whenever I’m near ya…ya make me feel kinda weird…”

“As in disgust?”

“Nah, nah, not disgust…it’s just…it feels nice…but it also makes me anxious, ya know what I mean?”

At this point mammon is redder than Lucifer’s eyes.

He can feel those beats of sweat drip down the sides of his face

C’mon ya stupid demon, just say your shit!

“I….uh….I…I like you, okay?!” He splutters, eyes closed and his fist balled, not daring to look MC in the eyes

They’re gonna reject him, aren’t they? Just like everyone else-

“Mammon a-are you sure…?”

“You’re ma human…I’m ya first man…I don’t want any of those others to become ya guardian…you’re my precious dumbass human…”

Would you reject this adorably tall, white haired, blushing, stuttering, avatar of Greed?

You must be stupid if you did.

“I’m sorry for being so mean to ya…I was just a lil’ scared of myself.”

The MC is too stunned to speak

“I-I get it if ya gonna reject me…but it was unfair of me to keep ya in the dark…I’m sorry…”

“You dumbass demon…why didn’t you say that earlier?!”

The mammon was too stunned to speak as MC’s arms have found their way around his waist.

“I’m not rejecting you, but you really need to stop doing stupid things…”

“I heard ya…”

Spoiler alert: He didn’t

Mans still gets flustered as hell whenever MC does something as mundane as asking him something or even just walking beside him!

He once passed out when receiving a scolding from Lucifer because MC held his hand

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #mammon is baby #protect this dumbass i beg

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mammons-sugar-mama · 1 year

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Lean On Me? Mammon.

Summary: "You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what Lucifer had said to Mammon all day, nor had you seen the demon anywhere. Something which anyone who knew Mammon, knew was a strange thing indeed." Mammon shuts himself away after an argument with Lucifer, and you take it upon yourself to cheer him up. Also Beel is there, kinda. You bit into the sandwich you had brought for lunch, spicy sliced “devil quail,” which just tasted like chicken, on rolls you had made on Sunday that had miraculously lasted until now. You idly wondered if miracle, and its derivatives, was seen as a taboo down here. The Devildom cicada's otherworldly screech had once unnerved you but now, you noted, they brought you a sense of great comfort. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what Lucifer had said to Mammon all day, nor had you seen the demon anywhere. Something which anyone who knew Mammon, knew was a strange thing indeed. You sighed and tried to ignore your worry, something you had never been good at, and headed up to your alchemy class. You had entered a unit of poisons, and had taken it upon yourself to keep Beel’s jowls clean of any ingredients. You wiped your brow of sweat after what was supposed to be alchemy became aerobics. Keeping Beel’s kidneys free of toxins had proven to be a full time job. All your body wanted to do was sink into a hot bath, but your mind had other ideas. You gave the hallways of RAD one last fruitless scan for snowy hair, before taking off to The House of Lamentation at a gentle trot. “Mammon…?” You called out softly, knocking on his door. No answer. You knocked again. And again. And continued until an awkward clearing of the throat scared you half out of your skin. You whipped around with a squeak to find a sheepish looking Mammon. “Was in the shower..” He muttered softly, gesturing vaguely at his dampened hair. An awkward silence hung in the air as the two of you gazed at each other, neither moving. “So, if ya don’t need nothin’ from me, I’ll just head on in,” Mammon lifted you and gently moved you out of his path to the door like you were some sort of unclear cat. “Hey!! I do need something from you, you know.” You replied indignantly, puffing out your cheeks slightly. Mammon gave a chuckle that gave way to a surprised gasp as you pulled him into his bedroom. “Oi! Careful with the goods, you do realize this is MY bedroom right? What gives??” He asked, using his played up annoyance to mask the way your gaze made his insides clench. “You aren’t okay.” A beat of silence, followed by many “of course I am”s and “I’m the Great Mammon”s. “No, you’re not okay!” You cut him off with uncharacteristic roughness in your voice, causing Mammon to close his mouth with a soft click. “And you know what else you’re not?! Stupid! Or a scumbag! Or a waste of space!!” Mammon stared at you with an unreadable expression. “Then what am I, huh?” “You’re my first. You’re my Mammon. You make me laugh, you make me feel safe, and listened to, and you’re the first person I think of when I feel sad, or happy, or anything! You’re my Mammon!” You don’t know when you closed your eyes, or when Mammon got close enough to kiss you, but you definitely weren’t complaining. You could do without the salt of tears though, whoever’s they may be. You pulled away to wipe his tears, and to hold his crimson cheeks in your hands. “I bet you were just DYIN’ for a kiss from The Great Mammon!” He started, before you rolled your eyes and silenced him against your lips.

#fluff #obey me fluff #hurt/comfort #mammon angst #mammon #mammon x reader #obey me #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #obey me shall we date?

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smoft-demons · 3 months

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Home

“Hey, Mam?” Auva murmurs, looking up at Mammon from her comfortable spot, her head tucked safely under his chin as he squeezes her gently. They’ve been standing quietly in the entrance hallway of the House of Lamentation, hugging for a few minutes by now.

“Wassup, gremlin?” Mammon answers softly.

“You… you ever get that weird feeling… of like, you’re at home. You’re already home, there’s nowhere else that could possibly be home, nowhere else that’s ever BEEN home, but… you’re still homesick? You’re like, in your room, but somehow you reeeeeeally want to go home? But like, how? You’re already home. But you’re still homesick. All you can think about is how very fucking bad you wanna go home, despite already being in your own room. You know what I mean?”

“I… huh. I guess, kinda. Sometimes. Like… I’ve missed my old room from before… yknow. Before all the… everything. Sometimes. Yeah, I get that.” Mammon answers. He unwraps one arm from around her shoulders to stroke her hair. “You okay, baby? Missin’ the human world, huh?” He asks.

“No, no I mean,” she sighs, and buries her face in his shirt. Muffled, she speaks again.

“I mean… I’ve felt that a lot. Back in the human world. I’d be in my own bed, in the room I’ve lived in all my life, and still… somehow, be so fucking overwhelmed by how bad I wanted to go home. I was missing something, I thought. Because why the fuck was I homesick? I needed to find home, and I didn’t know where it was or what I wanted.” Auva pauses for a moment, as Mammon gives her a comforting squeeze.

She speaks again. “I felt like that so often… and then, you hugged me for the first time a few months ago, and I was like, oh. I found it. This is what I wanted. I found home. It was you, Mam. I was missing you, and I didn’t know because I hadn’t met you yet.”

Mammon squeezes her again, much more tightly this time. “Aww, well… shit, human… you’re gonna make me cry, sayin’ shit like that, what am I supposed to…”

Auva squeezes back.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just… thought you should know. I don’t feel that homesickness anymore. Not for long. Because whenever it comes back all I have to do is go find you. And bother you until you hug me.”

Mammon stays quiet. He sniffles. After a minute, he takes one hand off his human to wipe his face, before wrapping it back around her.

“You come bother me anytime, okay?” He whispers.

“Okay. You’re a good big brother, you know? I love you, Mam.” Auva says, hiding her smile against Mammon’s shirt.

“You’re fuckin’ doing this shit on purpose, aintcha?!” Mammon sobs.

He has no intention of letting go of her, not a moment before he has to.

Auva is completely fine with that. She’s home :)

#adhara’s mc #auva #mammon obey me #obey me mc #obey me! shall we date?#obey me writing #my writing #obey me #obey me fic #obey me fluff #mammon fluff #obey me platonic #found family #mammon #obey me mammon #obey me found family #hugs #touch starved #Auva & Mammon

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lancermylove · 2 years

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The Unknown Side of Mammon [Oneshot]

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Mammon x gn!Reader, established relationship.

Warning: Profanity, graphic violence, blood, and mild angst.

Commissioned by: @lann-de-lei

Prompt: May I ask you for a oneshot for OM! Mammon x gn!reader (established relationship)? Mammon is laying in bed with sleeping MC, recalling what happened earlier. Scenario - Mammon has a photo shoot, and MC is going to meet him after that or is coming to watch him, but on the way there they are attacked by a demon for some reason. Mammon's crow familiars who are looking after MC when Mammon is not around, are bringing him to help MC (yeah, I just need some Guardian Demon Mammon, please *-_-*). Juuuuust in case - no bread for the crows, please ^_^""" bread is very harmful for birds but it's often used in fics as a bird treat :( Thank you!!

A/N: I just put everything into one part, since it’ll be easier to read! I absolutely love this request and couldn’t stop myself from going into details. Thanks for sending in the great idea, and thanks for the commission! 💖If you do give bread to birds, make sure it’s whole wheat or multi-grain.😂

Word Count: 3,399

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Mammon's eyes shot open, but he immediately regretted his actions when the light from the lamps above scorched his retina. Whose bright idea was it to install lights on the ceiling directly above the headboard? He blinked a couple of times to adjust his vision before turning his head to you.

"(Y/n)?" Mammon patiently waited for you to reply, but you remained perfectly still. "Was I dreamin'? I could've sworn..."

"No..."

"Huh?" The Avatar of Greed sat up halfway on the bed, using his left arm to balance his body, and studied your face. Sweat beads on your forehead, eyebrows scrunched together, and trembling lips - were you having a nightmare? "(Y/n), whatcha dreamin' ‘bout?"

"L-Let go...it hurts...please let go."

That was enough to answer his question. Exhaling loudly, Mammon placed a warm hand on your cheek, hoping his touch would reach you in your dreams. ”(Y/n), you're safe. Mammon...the Great ain't goin' to let anyone hurt ya...not again."

Much to his relief, your tense muscles relaxed, and the frown on your lips slowly straightened out, but a few tears escaped from your closed eyes, tugging at his heartstring. “I swore to protect you, but...”

"Mammon, do not hold yourself accountable for what transpired.” Lucifer’s words echoed in his ears. “Why are you surprised? I have known you for centuries and am well versed with the ways of your mind. The moment you are left alone with your thoughts, your mind will stray into the darkness. 'I failed to protect (y/n). If only I had not accepted the modeling offer. I should have done a better job at protecting them.' You are NOT to think of these thoughts - for your sake as well as (y/n)'s sake."

How did Lucifer know his thoughts even before he thought of them? His brother was right, but how was he not supposed to blame himself? The reason you got hurt was due to his decision, and his decision alone. All he had to do was say no to the job offer, but his greed once again got the better of him.

The Avatar of Greed leaned closer to your face and trailed kisses down your cheek, gentle enough to not wake you up. Wiping off the salty after-taste on his lips with the back of his hand, he rested his forehead against the side of your face and whispered, "I'm sorry for not protectin' ya better. I know this ain't my fault, but if I knew...I wouldn't have accepted the modelin' gig..."

After giving you one more kiss, he lay back down on the bed and closed his eyes. That day was supposed to be just like the rest - get the photoshoot done, get paid, and return home with you, so how the hell did it turn into a nightmare?

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The second brother leaned back on the gold-embellished chair, crossed his right leg over his left, draped his arms on the armrests, and looked sharply into the camera lens. Modeling had become second nature to him, and it was the quickest way for him to make easy Grimm. This shoot was a little more special to him since you - his favorite person in the entire universe - were coming to see him modeling live. But what was taking you so long?

Mammon stole a quick glance at the clock between poses. It had been half an hour since you messaged him, and it didn't take that long to walk from RAD to the castle. Did one of his brothers stop you, or did you get caught up in their usual mess? His thoughts were disrupted by soft, feminine voices that belonged to his makeup artist and hairstylist for this photoshoot.

"Mammon-sama looks so hot in that tuxedo...and the way he is looking at that camera. Ah, I wish he would look at me like that."

The hairstylist giggled behind her hands and sighed dreamily, "Do you think Mammon-sama would go out for drinks with us?"

"I doubt it. Remember that human exchange student he's dating?" The makeup artist frowned heavily, "It's too bad he's already taken."

Mammon rolled his eyes at their words; what was so bad about it? You were the best partner he could ask for, and he would not leave you for anything in the world, not even untold riches. 'Did they forget I'm a demon, and demons have sharp hearin'? Every single demon in the room can hear them talkin'.'

"Ladies, you are currently getting paid to work, not gossip," a stern yet graceful voice cut into their conversation. Mammon shifted his gaze slightly to see who interrupted them. 'What's the chief-in-editor doin' here? Also, dammit, what's takin' (y/n) so long?'

Something didn't feel right, and Mammon was growing restless. You couldn't wait to see his photoshoot and planned your entire schedule around it, so why were you not here? The chief-in-editor, Hania, had no reason to be at his photoshoot, so why was she here?

"One more thing, ladies. You are quite wrong about Mammon 'being taken'. "He will be single soon," Hania snickered, and with a little wave of her dainty fingers, she exited the room.

'What the...? The hell's that woman talkin' 'bout? Is she tryin' to shut those women up or somethin'?' A strange feeling brewed in the pits of his stomach, and Mammon felt nauseous. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed his cellphone vibrating but couldn't make out the name on the screen. With each call, Mammon felt breathless. '(Y/n), you're...okay, ain’t ya?'

The next few moments were a blur as the sound of glass shattering, followed by screams, filled the hallway outside the room. All the crew members and Mammon froze until one of the men gathered enough courage to open the door. A flock of crows busted into the room and flew towards the Avatar of Greed, raising havoc in their wake.

Caw. Caw. Caw. The dreadful screeched of the crow forced everyone to cover their ears, everyone except Mammon. What were his familiar doing here? He had specifically ordered them to protect you and stay by your side. Something was definitely wrong, and Mammon knew he had to find you and quickly. No longer caring about the photoshoot or the money, the second brother rushed out of the room.

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He opened his eyes again, but this time, he was mindful not to look directly at the lights overhead. Mammon clearly remembered how terrified his familiars looked and how his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. That was the first time his crows cawed in that manner, and their screams still echoed in his ears. He hoped he would never have to see his beloved familiars in that state again.

Careful not to wake you up, he rolled on his side and took in your peaceful sleeping face. 'Whatcha dreamin' 'bout now? Me? It better be me. I'm goin' to hunt down anyone else who tries to enter your dream.'

The demon shut his heavy eyelids, knowing full well that his mind would wander back to the incident that traumatized you and caused him to unleash a side he didn't know he had.

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His crows led him to the outskirts of Devildom, an area deprived of nature, water, and life alike. The cracks on the barren ground crunched under the pressure of his heavy and rushed steps. How did you manage to get this far out without anyone noticing?

In the distance, Mammon saw more of his familiars circling the gray skies and knew he was getting closer to you. His steps came to a screeching halt the moment he saw you hunched over with all your fingers pressed firmly against your scalp. His wide eyes slowly shifted to the creature behind you, a fiend straight out of someone's worst nightmare. Its scaly blue skin was decorated with red lines, like water cracking to let the magma underneath peek through. Charcoal-colored horns, resembling dried rose stems, tightly wrapped around its face, but the worst part was the demon's eyes, soulless and pitch-black. Mammon felt like he was looking into a void, and to top it all off, it had sharp black claws with blood-dipped tips.

Even though he felt frightened, the sight of the demon's claws gripping your hair snapped the Avatar of Greed out of his shaken state. His familiars desperately tried to get the creature to release you from its clutches by scratching its arm.

"M-Mammon." Though your voice was weak, it had enough power to force him into his demon form.

"Don't dare come any closer," the fiend bellowed. "I'll rip this human's head off."

"What...do ya want? Why the hell are ya doin' this?"

The creature mistook Mammon's trembling voice for fear and let out a laugh that sounded like a dull chainsaw trying to cut through hardwood. "I want this human dead."

He couldn't understand why a random demon who doesn’t know you and who he has never met would want you dead. "Why?"

"For money. One human dead, and I will be a rich demon. No more working or worrying about surviving."

A demon hired to kill? But who would have the courage to go through with this? Everyone in Devildom knew you were under Diavolo and the demon brothers' protection? So who would be stupid enough to go through with this plan?

"One more thing, ladies. You are quite wrong about Mammon 'being taken'. "He will be single soon."

No way. Could it be Hania? But why would a prestigious demon like her take time out of her busy life to hire a hit demon for you? Mammon carefully but quickly thought of his options - call his brothers, have a conversation with the living nightmare in front of him, attack the demon head-on, or call Hania.

'My brothers ain't goin' to make it in time, and (y/n) might get hurt. This walkin' talkin' nightmare ain't the type to have a civil conversation, an' attackin' it might put (y/n) in more danger. Dammit. That leaves just one option...'

"Tell me somethin'. Did Hania hire ya?"

The creature's shoulders shook as a burst of growl-like laughter escaped its cracked lips. "You come off as an idiot...I didn't expect you to figure it out."

Mammon rolled his eyes at the demon's words as he took out his phone, dialed Hania's office number, and put the call on speaker. As soon as she said hello, he growled, "Tell your hit demon to let (y/n) go!"

"Mammon? I was not expecting to hear from you so soon. Seems like today is my lucky day," she taunted. "My dear, you know that's not how this works, right? I can't simply let (y/n) walk away.”

“Why’re ya doin’ this? (Y/n) has done nothin’ to ya!”

“Oh, Mammon, I have no interest in that...human. I am interested in you, and you alone. I still remember the first time I saw you posing for the camera. You looked so dashing, and I couldn't get you out of my thoughts. Since that day, I have wanted you all to myself, but then...that human came along and...," she audible took a deep breath and exhaled. "Never mind that. My darling Mammon, I love you and want nothing but you. So, how about we make a deal? You agree to date me, and I let (y/n) live."

"You..." The second brother bit his tongue to stop himself from verbally exploding on the chief-in-editor. He slowly lifted his eyes from his phone screen to your face, and as expected, you looked like you were about to break down at any given moment. 'Don't look at me like that. Right now, I'm willin' to do anythin' to save ya. I'm sorry, (y/n).'

"So, Mammon, what is your final decision? Shall I order the demon to execute your beloved human, or do you wish to accept my offer?"

Ignoring the stabbing ache in his chest, the Avatar of Greed gritted his teeth and clutched his D.D.D tighter in his hand. "I'll take ya up on your offer. Now tell your hit demon to let (y/n) go!"

"Ma-Mammon? Why?" You could barely get his name out through your trembling lips, and though he heard you, your dear demon refused to look in your direction.

"Asrot, let the human go, but if Mammon attempts to pull any stunts, finish off (y/n). Mammon darling, I expect you to pay me a visit at my office this moment. I shall be waiting for you."

With those poisonous sweet words, Hania ended the call, and Asrot freed your hair from his claws. Mammon couldn't believe it; all those years of playing poker paid off - his bluff actually worked, but now was not the right time to pat himself on the back. He tapped on Lucifer's name and sent a quick message, "(y/n) in trouble N border of DD hurry."

The second Asrot moved away from you, you rushed to Mammon, and his familiars started circling the hit demon, catching it off guard. Realizing something was off, Asrot swatted the air, pushing the crows away, and charged towards your back. The Avatar of Greed zipped past you and carefully grabbed the blue-skinned fiend's hand, stopping him from getting close to you while making sure to avoid the sharp claws.

"(Y/n), don't turn around. Ya hear me? I mean it. Keep your back to me."

Mammon trusted you to listen to his words, and without turning around to check on you, he shoved Asrot back and matched its gaze. "Call me an idiot or make fun of me, I don’t care. Mess with my brothers, and you'll be pushin' your limits. But mess with (y/n), and you ain't goin' to walk away in one piece."

Before the monster could ask what he meant, Mammon's wings opened fully with a loud swoosh, and he lunged right at Asrot's face, knocking the demon onto the dehydrated land. He shoved his fingers in the spaces between the thorn-covered horns and gripped the creature's skull. "In your case, though, I ain't goin' to let ya get away with hurtin' (y/n) and makin' ‘em cry. Fck ya, Asrot!"

Yelling the last three words, Mammon exerted immense force on the demon's head and crushed its skull. He stared at the Asrot's clobbered face for a few seconds as if he expected it to come back to life at a given moment before yanking his fingers away in disgust.

"Dammit," he muttered under his ragged breath as he felt the spikes on Asrot's horns tear into his own flesh. "One down...one mo-"

His words were cut short by Lucifer calling out your name, but he continued to stand with his back to you and his brother.

"(Y/n), are you alright?" The Avatar of Pride extended his hand to you and helped you to your feet, but right as he was about to inquire how you got here, Lucifer's eyes landed on his sibling. "Mammon...?"

With a fire still burning in his usually serene orbs, the second brother turned around and confidently met Luci's wide eyes. Mammon raised his hands a little and jerked them in an attempt to remove the blood on his hands.

"Can ya take (y/n) back home for me? I still have some unfinished business to take care of." Without saying a word to you, he took off into the skies and disappeared into the darkness. Mammon knew Lucifer would ask you to tell him what happened from A to Z, and he also knew you would give his sibling every little detail. Most of all, though, the Avatar of Greed trusted Luci to reassure you that he, Mammon, loved you dearly and would never leave you. After all, no demon or angel knew or understood him better than his big brother.

It didn't take long for him to reach his next destination, Hania's office. Once her office window came into view, Mammon changed the angle of his body, pressed his feet together, and slammed the bottom of his boots into the thick glass.

From behind the wall of broken flying glass fragments, he saw the chief-in-editor jump up from her sofa and back into the furthest corner of the room. Hania's disc-sized lavender-blue eyes shot to his blood-soaked hands before returning to his face. Mammon didn't give her time to react and flew straight at her with his right hand extended in front of him. He latched onto her throat and slammed her back against the white marble wall, cracking the stone slab. Hania frantically scanned his anger-laced face, not knowing what to do or say.

"Stay as far away from me as ya can. I'm never goin' to work for ya again, and if I see ya anywhere near my brothers or (y/n), I'm goin' to rip your head clean off your shoulders."

Giving her neck one last tight squeeze, Mammon tossed her aside as if she was a weightless rag doll. He turned his back to her and headed for the broken window but stopped a few steps short.

"You said ya love me, but," Mammon spoke with his wings still facing her. His voice started as a whisper but quickly elevated to a thunderous roar, "Do ya even know what love means? If ya truly loved me, you would want to see me happy! Yet you...YOU attacked the person closest to my heart. That's not love!"

Not wanting to be in her presence any longer, Mammon clutched his fists, spread his wings, and leaped out the window, heading to his final destination. Once he reached the House of Lamentation, the Avatar of Greed leaned against the side of the house and closed his eyes. 'What the fck...what the actual fck.'

Mammon slumped to the ground with his shoulder pressed against the home's exterior wall. Everything that happened, from the moment his familiars came crashing into his photoshoot, all the way to flying out of Hania's office, flashed behind his closed eyelids. The realization of what could have happened made its way into his mind, followed by streams of tears rushing down his cheeks.

'I nearly lost 'em...I nearly lost (y/n). Dammit. They got hurt 'cause of me, and I...I let 'em get hurt. Why didn't I protect 'em better? (Y/n)...I've to see (y/n)! I need to let 'em know I'm not breakin' up with 'em.'

Roughly wiping his tears with the clean parts of his jacket sleeves, Mammon hopped to his feet and ran into the house. As soon as he saw you, the Avatar of Greed threw his arms around you and pressed your body close to his chest. ”(Y/n)! A-Are ya hurt? What's...wrong?"

He released you from his grip and traced your eyes to his crimson-coated hands, wincing at the sight. Right, he forgot to wipe his hands. Returning his gaze to your expressionless face, Mammon asked, his voice shaking a bit, with a hint of guilt. "Are ya...afraid of me?"

While waiting for your answer, he dearly hoped you didn't see what he did to Asrot, but your smile helped relax his tense muscles. "No, Mammon. Thank you for saving me."

"(Y/n), I'm sorry for sayin' I'm goin' to leave ya. Y'know I never do that...don't ya?"

"I know, Mammon. I trust you."

A gentle warmth spread through his heart, erasing all the worry and anger the day had given him. He affectionately pressed his chapped lips on the top of your head and rested his forehead against yours.

----

A smile danced on his lips as he recalled your words, you trusted him, and he would make sure to never break that trust. He slightly cracked opened his eyes to take a peek at your tranquil face.

"Sometimes I think I'm livin' in a dream, and one day, I'll wake up to find ya gone. I've ain't told anyone this and ain't goin' to tell ya either...'cause Mammon the Great ain't weak an' all, but...that's my biggest fear - wakin' up to find ya gone." Pausing for a bit, Mammon took hold of your right hand, linked his fingers with yours, and whispered in a vulnerable and gentle voice, "I love ya, (y/n). Please...don't leave me. I can't think of livin' a life without ya by my side. Y'know this line is cliche an' all, but...a life without ya is meaningless."

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misc-obeyme · 5 months

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You know what time it is.

Lesson 33 spoilers, including the hard lesson, here we go!

I am pleased. And I am not pleased.

I had so many great moments with all my faves. Solomon being there for me, Levi being a lil cutie, THIRTEEN DATE, Barbatos giving me lil Ds. What glorious moments. I shall share some screenshots momentarily.

BUT FIRST.

Belphie. What the fuck.

Technically, this is Mammon’s fault. He was the one who was like it’s not wrong to feel upset about it and like yeah he’s right, but Belphie is clearly taking that statement to an EXTREME.

We are dealing with YANDERE BELPHIE, my friends.

If I remember correctly, he was always supposed to be yandere. So now we’re really leaning into that, huh? Like straight up, I am going to keep you here forever because you’ll be happier with me than if you leave. Our boy’s gone a little off the deep end lol. I kinda love it.

Though I was really surprised by his final line of “I don’t want you to see what’s inside my head.” He seemed really concerned about it. Considering all we’ve seen already, it can’t be that bad, right? Then again, I wouldn’t want anyone I know to get inside my head, either. Please stay out, you don’t need to see the horrors, thanks.

Also, we still haven’t made a pact with Levi. Just like we didn’t actually make a pact with Beel. Is it because now they’re not sure they want to have pacts with us because of the whole needing magic to get back to the human world thing? I swear I have a memory of Solomon telling us that we could make pacts with all of the brothers at the same time. But we already have pacts with three of them? So why would we only make pacts with three or four of them at the same time? I’m so confused. Someone please share your thoughts with me on this because I don’t get it???

I really feel like they directly addressed some of the concerns we’ve all been having in this lesson, too. I mean Solomon straight up talks about wondering what the brothers we left behind are doing. Or if time is still going there or if we’ll end up exactly where we left etc etc. HOWEVER all that soup talk makes me think they are just going to mesh it all together. ‘Cause Solomon also said this:

What does that mean? How can the future brothers influence what’s happening in the past? Unless their memories are changing in real time… ugh why did they have to go with time travel shenanigans?? Don’t they know this junk hurts my brain??

Anyway, now it’s time for some of my favorite moments, enough about time travel and feelings and pacts!

Because my favorite sorcerer also said this. And I know there are some questions about his motives and blah blah but I don’t care. I love him. He’ll be all serious, then say something sweet and reassuring, then do something crazy or try to cook again… he’s got so many sides to him lol.

STOP MAKING ME LIKE YOU MEPHISTOPHELES. (Please you were like the last character I was neutral about I can’t afford to get obsessed with anyone else.)

Honestly, I laughed so hard when he said this. Mammon just called him out directly and he LAUGHED. He laughed and was like yeah duh of course, idiots. And look how pleased he is about it, too.

May I bring your attention to my baby Levi? Look at this silly guy. I was so happy I got to hug him. And the group hug was adorable, too. Satan protesting the whole time lol. Lucifer coming in and being like… I regret asking.

I swear sometimes I wanna kiss this guy JUST to watch him blush. It’s so freakin’ cute.

Smitten. I am smitten.

The way she’s like I don’t get why you like these weirdos, but I know they matter to you. Don’t worry, it’s going to work out. How she gets all defensive of MC. Her cute little smile. The way she suggests coming to visit MC in the human world & saying that Solomon can come too?! LIKE. I love her so much.

HE KNOWS.

Listen I was thrilled about this whole part - Barbatos being mysterious and giving me a weird piece of paper and a Little D? Yes forever. But also I think we’ve all suspected him of knowing the truth and this part right here just solidifies that for me. He definitely knows. He knows everything about what’s going on. I don’t think that means he’s Nightbringer or even that he’s working with Nightbringer. He could just know because he’s got access to all of time and what not. But either way, he knows.

Honestly I love Barbatos so much. Just the small parts we had with him were enough to get me in my feels. I also really enjoyed the hard lesson because even if Luke doesn’t know what’s going on, I think Simeon does. And their discussion was interesting.

So I’m gonna leave you with one last Barb moment.

I’m so impatient is it the end of the season yet?? I wanna know how it ends right NOW.

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lordhelpme0-0 · 2 years

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Replaced Au

Me: *smiling creepily*

Lucifer: w-why do you look like that..?!

Mammon: I think the better question is why we’re all here…

Rielle: that is something I like to know.

Nobunaga: better question is who you all.

Me: better question if your all still complete d1cks?

Them: …

Me: let’s talk about replacing our BELOVED mcs~!!

Mitsunari: replacing what now??

Me: sweet somersault child, it means completely and disregarding MC for another.

Malleus: why would I do that to child of man?

Me: let’s call it…a possibility. Not to mention almost all of y’all have horrible sense of telling which woman is good or bad.

Azul: hey!

Me: I kinda wanna add Diabolik Lover dummies here but I scratch the idea by giving them nightmares or basically bloody letters of warnings since I kinda not in the fandom anymore but- that’s not the point.

Clavis: why would we replaced belle for that matter?

Arthur: yeah! I would have to agree with this bloke. Why on earth would I disregard MC for another woman?

Me: cause you can’t read the room and unintentionally make them feel insecure and jealous. Not to mention those flock of women and sometime not knowing it. If you do an uno reverse, you get what I mean you dense birds for brains.

Shingan: wait…so that’s why MC avoided all of us cause women were around?!

Me: yes! Why do you think Kichi and Sasuke got the assignment, they went with her to take it off her mind. Actually, why do we even adore y’all in the first place?! Oh wait— red flags. Yep. Why do I even bother…

Mitsuhide: you sound very similar to hideyoshi, M.I.

Me: I know I sound like hidemama.

Hideyoshi: I’m a man! Not a woman.

Me: yeah..yeah. Anyway. Here’s a warning. Break their hearts and use their kindness and help vainly and not being grateful. I’ll break your legs and cut off yo d1cks.

Epel: your sounding like Jiang Wanyin-sama…

M.I: I know. Don’t want what happen to Wen Chao on y’all do you?

Twst boys: *nod*

RSA: ?????

Wei Wuxian: WHO SUMMONED ME?!

Me: WTF-?! Aren’t you guys suppose to be in your world or the multi-mansion or at tthe ramshackle dorms?!

Wei Wuxian: nope! Whatcha doing~?

Me: threatening them to not break or use the MC kindness and helpfulness and disregarding them for another. Similar to how you do it for Jiang Yanli-Jie Jie.

Wei Wuxian: oh~! You mean them? Yeah, I’ve met them. Really remind me a lot like shijie. Now here a word, break their heart and replaced them. We both break you. *has scary green eyes*

Theo: first of all, where is this coming from?!

Me: blame the demons. *slaps the replaced Au and sad mc angst on the table*

Ikemen series boys: … *pissed*

Twst: *very pissed*

Obey me: …*feeling weirdly guilty cause of their alternative selves*

Me: to think…to think…you would do this to a poor INNOCENT LAMB!!! *being held back by Wei Wuxian and Vincent* YOU DESERVES PUNISHMENT!!!

Mammon: but it’s not us!!! Alright!!

Me: it could happen.

Chevalier: don’t worry, we don’t really open easily to others beside our belle. But if this were to happen. The sheep can stay with us.

Comte: or us. I’m sure it be a lovely editions.

Leona: for a mere sheep, I suppose Savanaclaw will welcome it.

Lucifer: why are you all looking at us like that.

Jean: why else. Madame MC and her friends do not deserves sinners and filth. *sheathes rapier*

Napoleon: Jean. Rapier down. Surely some of you can see this is idiocy right? *smiling not meet his eyes*

Simmon: of course. MC deserves better than that. The heavens will welcome.

13: seriously, men am I right M.I?

Solomon: when did you get here?!

Me: she was here long ago solo cup.

Solomon: …

Arthur: guess we’re not the only victims huh?

Solomon: shut it you 2 star rated writer.

Arthur: EX-cuse?!

Me: I’m sure you all understand the assignment correct?

Nobunaga: of course we do. Though, thank you for telling us about the jealousy part.

Me: go suck Kenshin d1ck.

Nobunaga: …

Kenshin: …

Shingan: kinky~!

Me: omg Shingan…WHY!!! NO! *sprays water on Shin-gone* BAD SHINS.

Yukimura: m’lord!!!

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with-love-from-hell · 1 year

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5 Sides of Human

{Part fifteen}

Genre: Mixed

WC: ~4.9k

CW: Mammon is a jerk, pining, suggestive, anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, depression and vague mentions of disordered eating/restricting food, allusion of OCD, allusion to past trauma, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, prolly lots of typos lol, spoilers for season 1&2, I'm skipping over/changing some things I didn't like in the main story so it will be a bit different from canon!

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“So you’re not going to the ball then, huh?” Satan asked sadly as he assisted in changing the bandage on her collar bone. After listening to Vivi’s rant about how stupid the event was, and how terrible it was that she was being forced to go by Lucifer, Storm’s prediction of her response to being asked was already being disproven, as the probability of an intense reaction increased the more she got into her anger about the situation.

Vivi scoffed in response. “Not like I have a choice, but any excuse to get me out of it I’ll take.”

Satan chewed his lip as he finished securing the bandage, trying to find words for what he wanted to express. He wanted to just ask, but it was as if his tongue was twisted when he tried to get the words out. He couldn’t quite place why asking Vivi to the ball, even as a friend, was causing him to act so similarly to Levi or Mammon. Actually, the thought of him acting anything like those two pissed him off to no end. He was supposed to be the hopeless romantic, who was good at speaking his mind- so why was he struggling so much now?

“What are you staring at, Twink?” She grumbled, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder to cover her collar. He was usually so eloquent when speaking, so the gaps in conversation and weird staring into nowhere began to make Vivi feel a bit nervous.

“Uh, no-nothing.” He muttered, turning his attention back to putting away the first aid supplies in his lap. “How- uh- how did this even happen in the first place?”

Vivi rolled her eyes. “Some dipshit demon made me spill my water all over myself in the hallway today, so I taught them a lesson.”

Satan cracked a small smile. “Did you win?”

Vivi gave an exasperated sigh. “What the fuck do you think? Of course I didn’t. Your shit-ass wannabe vampire brother wouldn’t let me finish what they started.”

“Tch. Of course he did.” Satan crossed his arms, pissed he couldn’t here the details of Vivi’s fight because of Lucifer’s interruption. “Well...I’ve been meaning to think of some way to get back at him for taking away one of my books, so why don’t we come up with something.”

“What book did he take?”

“One of my rare hex indexes.” Satan gritted his teeth, still mad about the fact that he had no idea what Lucifer did with the book. “Apparently he found out Belphie and I were trying to use it to find ways to prank him.”

Vivi snickered. “Typical.”

Satan narrowed his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means y’all gotta be more covert. He’s going to keep catching on to your antics if you keep doing shit that’s predictable.”

“I’d like to see what genius ideas you come up with then, if you’re so smart.” Satan mocked, “What, you want to put a whoopie cushion on his chair or something? Put whipped cream in his shoes? Sew up the sleeves on his shirts?”

“No, asshole.” Vivi punched Satan in the arm rather hard. “I’m not Mammon.”

“Then what?”

“Well, I got this.” Vivi reached into her jacket pocket, then lifted arm. Dangling from her fingers was a key tied to a string.

“And that is..?” Satan gestured for her to give him more information.

They rolled their eyes. “It’s the key to his office at RAD, dumbass.”

Satan quickly snatched it from her hands, looking it over as if not to believe it was real. “How...how did you..?”

“I yanked it off his belt loop when he was dragging me away from the fight. He didn’t even notice.” Vivi shrugged, as if indifferent to the ease of the action. “Then I made a copy of it using duplication magic and gave the original to Storm and told her that I thought it was hers. She did the rest for me.”

Satan gawked at her, unsure of what to say.

“You guys act like this shit is hard.” She scoffed, snatching the key back and shoving it back into the interior pocket of her jacket.

“Wait, wait.” Satan shook his head, gripping Vivi tightly by the shoulders. An evil grin spread across his lips. “Forget that stupid dance. I have an idea.”

“You only met her a few weeks ago. Why do you care so much?” Belphie grumbled as he snuggled deeper into the pile of pillows on the Attic bed. Beel had finally left him and Fern alone after anxiety about Storm’s wellbeing getting the best of him and he opted to spend the night in her and Fern’s room. Belphie had to practically beg Fern to stay with him instead, and he couldn’t quite understand why Fern was sharing almost equal anxiety for a person they’d known for such a short time. He struggled to be close to Storm after knowing her for longer, and part of him felt jealous that Fern already achieved a level of fondness in Storm’s eyes that he felt he had not yet been awarded.

“She’s my friend, ya dingus.” Fern nearly scoffed, finding the question to be a bit ridiculous. “I feel like you should give more of a care considering you’ve known her longer than me.”

Belphie winced. “Well we...I dunno, we just don’t click that well.”

“She seems to click fine with your brothers, what’s different about you?” Fern teased. They were surprised when they were met with a pissed-off groan from Belphie, telling them he was done talking. Not like I couldn’t guess why she struggles to connect with you, they thought to themself.

They sat in silence for a moment, the discomfort Fern now felt eating away at them before they finally filled it with nervous chatter. “So I suppose this means that you won’t be asking her to the dance then like everyone else has?”

“I dunno. Maybe.” Belphie shrugged. “Why do you care?”

“Well I don’t know! Maybe I’m just trying to get a feel for how many more people she’s gonna reject before you all get the hint that she’s only interested in that old fart sack you call a brother!”

Belphie snorted, stifling a laugh. “Well, I can’t say I blame them for shooting their shot, you know? And hey, who’s to say she wouldn’t fall head over heels for me? I’m quite the catch.”

“Oh sure.” Fern rolled their eyes. “You’re only a catch because you’re to lazy to give any sort of chase.”

“Well, then I suppose we’re evenly matched there, dork.” Belphie’s lips curled into a smirk when Fern screeched in response, bombarding him with pillows as they tried to convince him he was more lazy than they were. Which, he knew that he was, but it was fun to pick on them.

“Will you two kindly keep it down? I can hear you all the way in my office.” Lucifer shouted up the stairwell, causing both Belphie and Fern to roll their eyes.

“It’s only like 9pm.” Fern shouted back. “Go take some Viagra or something if you cant hang, grandpa.”

Before the words even finished leaving Fern’s lips, Lucifer was in the doorway to the attic, arms crossed over his chest and a scowl painted on his face. Fern groaned in an obnoxiously loud, prolonged tone.

“I am growing tired of this childish nonsense, Fern.” Lucifer clicked his tongue as Fern gave him the middle finger with a mouth fart to accompany it. “If not for me, will you please consider the fact that Storm is feeling unwell and may need additional rest?”

Fern paused for a minute, realizing that he was right. Rather than admitting and apologizing, they doubled down, making another fart noise, and giving him two middle fingers.

Lucifer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He muttered under his breath as he turned to leave, slowly descending the spiraling stairway back to the second floor of the house. Fern collapsed on their back next to Belphie, staring up at the tulle that snaked around the ceiling to create a dimmer atmosphere- perfect for naps. The awkwardness returned to the vibe of the room as it filled with uncomfortable silence, though both seemed to ignore it and close their eyes, wishing for sleep to take over and rid them of the discomfort.

“So...Are you going to the ball?”

Fern’s eyes snapped open and they turned to Belphie. They wondered if he actually said anything at all, given that his eyes were still closed. “Uh, what now?”

Belphie sighed, peaking one eye open to look at Fern. “I asked if you were going to the ball, idiot.”

Fern shrugged. “I heard Satan and Vivi were going to sneak into Lucifer’s office and put blood-backed paper wasps into the drawers of his desk while everyone is at the dance, and I was hoping to get in on that.”

Belphie snickered. “Not a bad way to celebrate. What about after you’re done with that though? I want someone to hang out with if I’m forced to be there...”

Fern blinked slowly. Was he asking them to the ball in some weird passive-aggressive way so he wouldn’t get his feelings hurt, or were they reading way to much into it? They couldn’t be sure. Regardless, they didn’t want to risk assuming he had feelings and then getting their heart broken if their intuition was wrong.

Belphie grew more nervous the longer he waited for a response. He knew asking them would be a long shot, but the anxiety welling in his stomach at the possibility of rejection was starting to get to him. “I mean it’s whatever. It’s not like I can’t find a corner to nap in or something.”

“Oh, uh...I mean, We normally hang out anyways, so like...” Fern shrugged. “Maybe we can find a way to prank ole crab ass at the ball too.”

Belphie breathed a quiet sigh of relief that his offer had been accepted. Or, at least he thought so.

Storm awoke in the wee morning hours the next day, only to find her room containing more bodies than normal. Malice lay sprawled across the bed like normal, but Beel was also curled up at the end of the bed by her legs. Malice’s tail dangled over his face, the hairs rustling as he snored. She smiled to herself, feeling happy that Beel began to continue the trend he had done before she had left Devildom the first time. On the other side of the room, Fern and Belphie lay snuggled together in Fern’s bed, which wasn’t the first time since she had been back in Devildom. Usually, thought, they would fall asleep in the attic, which makes this feel a bit more deliberate.

Storm slowly maneuvered her way out from under her blankets, trying desperately not to wake anyone up. She managed to sneak out from under Malice. Beelzebub, though, was always a light sleeper.

“Mmf...Good morning...” Beel yawned, his fangs glistening under the low light as his jaw extended. “How are you feeling, Stormy?”

She smiled weakly. “I’m okay. Thanks for asking.”

“Just okay?” Beelzbub stretched out his arms, the veins in his biceps strained against his skin as he did so. He rose to his feet, approaching to check the temperature of her forehead to ensure she wasn’t spiking a fever.

“Yeah, I guess I’m still not feeling 100%, you know?” Storm swallowed as the back of his hand pressed against her forehead and cheeks. Her stomach rumbled loudly as he checked her over, causing Beel’s brow to furrow in concern. She rubbed her forearm nervously, hoping Beel couldn’t see through her dishonesty.

“You didn’t eat dinner yesterday...you must be starving.”

Storm dropped her eyes to the floor, unsure of how to respond. She merely shrugged, not wanting to admit she was indeed past the point of hungry.

Beel rubbed her shoulders gently, knowing the difficult relationship Storm had with food. “C’mon. I’ll make you a hearty breakfast.”

Storm offered another weak smile, taking Beel’s hand and following him down to the kitchen. To their amazement, Lucifer was already awake and alert, and coffee was brewing in front of him. They greeted him as they approached the fridge, trying to decide what to make for their morning meal.

Lucifer returned their good morning, but the stoic line on his face grew into a frown as he observed Storm holding Beelzebub’s hand. He watched as he proudly displayed the “gift” he had offered to her the day prior, fully intact and uneaten despite the urges he had to engulf the cute little treat. Lucifer didn’t miss the warm smile on her face as they shared a loving hug, and the way Storm clung to his side as Beelzebub made breakfast for the two of them. Envy rose in his chest as he tried to turn his focus back to his coffee, wanting to be the one who shared these early morning hours with Storm after spending the night with her, as she and Beel often did.

He sighed, leaving them be in the kitchen after Beel brought up his “question” from the previous day about the ball. While he was sure Storm would say no, or only go with him as friend, his pride could not handle the possibility of an enthusiastic yes. On his way back to his study, Lucifer managed to convince himself that she wanted nothing to do with him, and that any attempt at a romantic way to ask her out would be met with rejection.

Storm eyed Lucifer curiously as his body tensed, and appeared almost robotic as he walked out of the kitchen with his coffee. He had seemed so relaxed for a moment, but then it was like everything 180′d. She wondered briefly if it was somewhat her fault, until she felt Beel’s massive arm curled around her shoulders.

“I didn’t get to finish talking with you yesterday...” Beel glanced down at her, the familiar dust of pink brightly lining his features. “You know...about the ball?”

“Oh...” Storm dropped her eyes to the floor as she nervously shifted her weight. “I...well...I’m not really going with anyone as a date.”

“Why not?” Beel felt his heart drop to his stomach, but kept the sadness from showing on his face.

“I just...I’ve been asked by almost all your brothers already, and I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings by going with one person over another, even if I did want to...so I guess I just wanted to go there to spend time with all of you.” Storm shrugged, still avoiding Beel’s eyes.

He nodded, feeling a bit better after the explanation, but there was still disappointment looming in his heart. “I mean, that’s nice n’ all, but you know Levi and Asmo have dates, right?”

Storm glanced up at him finally, confusion painting her face. “They do?”

“Yeah, I heard them talking about it yesterday when I went to check on you. Levi is going with Sarah, and Asmo is going with heart.”

“Oh...” Storm chewed her lip. “Well, maybe this wasn’t a good plan after all, then.”

Beel chuckled, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. “Well, Even if everyone else has a date, I wont. If you feel alone, we can still spend time together while we’re there.”

Storm smiled, leaning into Beel’s touch. “That would be nice.”

Beel was about to flip the crepe in the pan, but paused, the gears in his head finally clicking on something she had said previously “Wait, what do you mean ‘even if you wanted to?’”

Storm blinked, confused by the apparent realization he was having. “Huh?”

“You do want to go with someone, don’t you?” Beel set the pan down, turning fully to face her. “Why didn’t you just say that?”

Storm felt her face heat up in shame. “What? No...I-”

Beel chuckled. “No, it’s okay. You shouldn’t tell everyone no if there’s one of us you would rather go with! That’s not fair to you.”

Storm bit her lip and dropped her gaze. “Well, maybe, but I cant say for sure if he’d even want to go with me...”

“Is it Lucifer?”

Storm’s eyes widened as she tried her best to avoid Beel’s gaze, who was trying everything to get her to look at him. He giggled in delight, seeing her face redden with embarrassment.

“It is, isn’t it!” Beel’s grin widened and his voice raised in volume. He happy for Storm to have caught feelings for his older brother. As much as he loved Storm, his view of her was more similar to that of a sibling, which would make any sort of romantic relationship feel weird. “That’s great news!”

“Can you not- just...not so loud.” She hushed him, glancing back to where Lucifer once stood. “Yes, okay. I do want to go with him. But I don’t...” She paused, sighing. “I don’t think he would want to go with me, so that’s also why I figure I’d just go without a date.”

Beel’s smile fell. “Why don’t you think he’d like to go with you? I mean, who wouldn’t want to?”

“Well...” Storm sighed. “I dunno. He’s been kind of cold lately, and I just cant really get a concrete read that he likes me as much as I like him.”

“But he spends more time with you than anyone else?”

“Yeah, but-”

“And he’s given you permission to go into his office, even when he’s not there. He hasn’t done that with anyone.”

“Maybe, but-”

“And haven’t you guys kissed?”

“Alright! I get- wait! How do you know that?!” Storm was taken aback that Beel even had that knowledge.

Beel shrugged. “Asmo.”

Storm groaned, resting her head in her hands. Of course Asmo knew and probably told everyone. “Okay, yes! Yes, all of that is true- but like, he isn’t really consistent, though. Like one minute, I feel like I’m the only focus of his attention, and the next he wants nothing to do with me. It’s really confusing.”

Beel nodded. “Well, I mean...Lucifer is the Avatar of Pride. I don’t think he’d come right out and tell you how he feels.”

Storm scoffed. “Yeah. Not likely.”

Beel sighed, turning his focus back to the now overcooked crepe on the stove. “Maybe he is too conflicted to tell you how he feels, but I bet he’d be over the moon if you told him.”

Storm stared at him in wide-eyed horror. “N-no. I couldn’t...I-I’d look so stupid. Besides...” She sighed again, remembering back to what Mammon had said the day prior. “...It’s not like he couldn’t find someone better.”

Beel blinked. “What are you talking about?”

Storm shook her head. “Nevermind. Lets just...stop talking about this now and go back to making breakfast, okay?”

Beel opened his mouth to object, but was silenced when Storm shoved a slice of toast between his teeth. He saw the somber change in her mood, but figured he’d let it go for now. He did, however, make a mental note to talk to Lucifer later. If she couldn’t work up the courage to ask him herself, Beel would have to get Lucifer to ask her. Either option seemed like a challenge, but he’d do anything to get two of the most important people in the world to be happier.

“Alright, come on now.” Simeon snapped his fingers, trying to get the attention of the room. “We have only tomorrow morning left to practice before the big show, so lets get it together. I expect everyone to be their best and practice all of their lines tonight...Oh, and tell Mammon that if he isn’t here first thing in the morning like the rest of you that I’ll make sure he gets an extra special punishment.”

Everyone nodded, not wanting to object and risk Simeon’s wrath coming down on them. Mammon had been scarce the past few days, skipping practice and not really even talking to anyone. He would be out until the wee hours of the morning, only to be gone right away the next morning. Asmo had caught eye of him at the Fall, but it was only for brief moments before the white-haired menace disappeared into the crowd. Mammon had even been avoiding spending time with Storm- something he wouldn’t have ever done before this week- and the interactions he had had with her had been unusually curt and snippy.

After a few reminders to practice certain scenes, he sent everyone on their way, only stopping Storm to remind her to practice with Lucifer to ensure the kiss scene is less rigid than with practice. She nervously agreed, though found herself feeling way more nervous about kissing Lucifer in front of the entire student body than she did with Diavolo.

Arriving home way later than expected, everyone sat down to eat a quick dinner prepared by Satan and Vivi. With only a few bites into the meal, the dining hall doors swung open, and before them stood Mammon- who was dressed flamboyantly in a white suit dripping with gold jewelry, and a strange woman latched to his arm, decorated similarly with gold in a skin-tight white mini dress.

“Mammon, what is the meaning of this?” Lucifer’s eye twitched in annoyance at the stench of smoke and alcohol that radiated off the pair as they approached the table.

“Oi, lighten up, will ya? I don’t need ya killin’ the vibe of my date here.” Mammon flashed a wide grin, making a point to lock eyes with Storm as he gestured to the woman beside him. “Err’body, this is Ché.”

Ché gave a quick smile and a nod, returning her focus instead to the jewels that lined her fingers between the cigarette held between her middle and index finger.

“I’m unfortunately familiar.” Lucifer growled, narrowing his eyes in contempt.

“Oh, Come on, Lucifer.” She leaned over the table, ashing her cigarette on the pristine tablecloth. “You’ve never liked me, but I’ve never done anything to cross you!”

Lucifer watched the smoldering ash burn through the table cloth, eye twitching and firsts clenching in anger. “Mammon, may I speak to you privately for a moment?”

Mammon shook his head. “No can do, big bro! Ché and I just popped back for a quick visit. We’re goin’ dress shoppin’ for the ball.”

“Wait, she’s your date?” Fern, who had their jaw dropped to the floor the moment the woman appeared, was now finally collecting themselves.

“Damn right!” Mammon darted his gaze toward Storm to ensure she was paying attention. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against his him, earning a short glare from her. “Ain’t her body just bangin’? She’s probably the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen!”

Storm winced at the comment, continuing to pick at the food on her plate as Mammon continued boasting about the woman’s appearance, knowing it was a continued jab at her.

“Hey, Snow White.” Vivi gripped her silverware tightly in her fists, ready to punch him without a second thought. “Would you please do us all a favor and shut the fuck up.”

“How did you manage to find a girl who will tolerate you for more than 5 minutes?” Levi quipped.

“He must have somehow accidentally cast a spell on her that prevents her from having any critical thinking skills.” Satan snorted as he, Fern, Belphie, and Levi burst into a fit of laughter.

“Or more likely than that, he paid her.” Asmo rolled his eyes before gesturing to Ché. “C’mon sweetie, do you really wanna stoop this low?”

“Oi! That’s enough!” Mammon yelled, his face burning red with embarrassment and anger. “We’re leaving. C’mon Ché.”

Just as quickly as they made their entrance they spun around and quickly paced out the door. Storm breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the front door slam, feeling the burn of cigarette smoke in her throat as she tried to regulate her anxiety. Malice whined quietly with his head resting on her lap under the table.

Beel watched Storm closely as she shifted next to him, noticing the change in her affect and the way Mammon continuously seemed to ensure she was paying attention to what he was doing. The realization that he was the cause of her low mood over the past few days came to his mind. He quickly had to stifle his anger at the thought that Mammon was purposefully trying to hurt her, only to make himself feel better. Beel reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. Storm glanced up at him, the sadness in her eyes making his heart squeeze in his chest. He made a mental note to get Mammon back for hurting her feelings later.

Dinner was finished with lively chatter from everyone, spare Storm, Beelzebub, and Lucifer, who sat in silence. After dinner, Storm made a point to head to the music room to be alone, despite requests from the others to join them for video games in the living room. She even dodged Beel’s questions on if she was okay before he was able to corner her.

Once she had the door closed and had collapsed onto the piano bench, she finally let herself cry. She let her fingers dance across the keys, playing a somber melody to make herself feel somewhat better about everything that had just transpired. Why Mammon was continuing to twist the knife in the wound he created she didn’t know, and she also didn’t know why she let his words hurt her so much. After all, she had gotten over her feelings for him some time ago- so his opinion on her desirability for dating shouldn’t matter...right?

Storm was so lost in thought that she had barely heard the door to the music room close. She nearly jumped out of her seat as she whirled around nearly falling off the bench with the action. Before her stood Lucifer, who’s eyes trailed over her form. She quickly wiped her eyes from the stained tears as he assessed her current state, making a mental note of her vulnerable state.

Lucifer smiled, sitting next to her on the bench and imitating the last keys she had pressed. “That melody was lovely. What was it?”

“Oh...uh...” Storm cleared her throat, trying to stop her voice from shaking. “It was Globus.”

“I’d like to hear more.” He pressed a few more keys, pausing after she didn’t reply right away.

She shrugged, biting her lip. “I dunno, I’m not as good at it as you are.”

Lucifer chuckled. “Of course you’re not. I’ve had hundreds of years to learn and perfect it. You’ve had a mere 27.”

Storm gave a weak smile, tracing the gap between the keys with her finger. “I guess so...”

Lucifer smiled warmly and played some more notes, nudging her arm gently as he did. He eyed her from the corner of his vision, watching her tension fade slightly as she straightened and joined his movements on the piano. He let her take the lead, following her movements as her fingers danced gently across the keys. Lucifer sighed happily, enjoying the quality time he was able to have with her. They played for a bit longer, letting the music slowly fade away until they were sitting in silence.

“Lucifer..?” Storm murmured after a moment, nervously picking at the skin on her arm.

Lucifer placed a hand over hers to stop the picking. “Yes?”

She sighed. “Who was that woman that Mammon brought over? You seemed like you knew her.”

Lucifer groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “ Chémak. She’s a greed demon who hangs out at the Casino Mammon frequents and schmoozes on all the high rollers.”

“So...like a sugar baby?”

“I prefer the term gold digger, but something like that, yeah.” He sighed. “Mammon has had run ins with her before. The last time he hung around her they stole a ton of credit cards and made an unbelievably large amount of purchases with it. Despite the fact that she was the one who clearly benefitted from it the most, Mammon ended up taking the fall for it. I had to post his bail after he landed in the city dungeons. You wouldn’t believe how high they set his bail at.”

Storm nodded along as he spoke, trying to get a feel for what Mammon’s intentions were with toting her around.

“She’s also stolen precious artifacts from Diavolo’s castle at his parties, which for good reason she is now banned from. Most demons from around here know to stay away from her, but she still manages to sink her claws into a few who don’t know better.” Lucifer shook his head, fed up and annoyed with the fact that she had been brought into his home. “Clearly Mammon hasn’t learned his lesson. He obviously has some sort of agenda, otherwise he wouldn’t have reached out to her- or rather, made me aware of the fact that he had.”

“Agenda?” Storm placed the key cover down, resting her elbow on top of it. “What do you mean?”

Lucifer scoffed. “I would have expected you of all people to know given that it involves you.”

Storm blinked rapidly. “W-what?”

He glanced at her briefly, studying her reaction. After a moment he rested his eyes, letting out another sigh. “Storm, he’s very obviously trying to rile you up in some way. I’m not sure why he would want to do that though.”

She gave a half shrug in response. “...I think it’s because I said no when he asked me to the ball.”

“Oh?” Lucifer’s attention perked up and he began studying her once more. “Is that so?”

Storm nodded sadly. “Yeah...The few times he’s talked to me since then have not been very...well...nice.”

“Meaning...?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow curiously as he noticed her body tense once more. If Mammon had done something to hurt her, he sure as hell wanted to know.

“He...” She paused, trying to think over her words. She wasn’t sure how to bring up her insecurity with him, let alone how deep it hit her. While Lucifer knew a lot about her past and her struggles with her mental health, she had yet to share the fullest extent of her self-loathing. Thinking better of it, she shook her head. “N-nevermind. It’s not important.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted quickly by Storm suddenly standing up from the bench.

“I think I’m going to bed. It was nice sitting with you though.” Before she could rush out of the room, Lucifer quickly snatched up her wrist.

“Hold on.” He stood, taking note of the fact that she was clearly very hurt by whatever it was that Mammon had said or done. “We should practice our scene together before turning in for the night, yes?”

She sighed. Storm wanted to just be alone, but she knew that they did need to practice their scene together. “Yeah...I suppose so.”

Lucifer nodded, standing and brushing the wrinkles out of his shirt.

Storm took a deep breath, trying her best to get into character. "I remember the first day I met you...almost like it was yesterday."

"I remember too." Lucifer grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. "It really is hard to believe what we've gone through since then."

"The way you fixed your eyes on me...that noble yet sincere gaze." She stepped closer, trying her best to regulate her heartbeat as she stared into his hypnotic eyes. She moved her hand from his, placing it just above his heart. "There was no way to deny it- I fell for you, body and soul."

Lucifer smiled, his voice nearly a whisper. "You really do know your lines perfectly."

Storm raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to say his line back.

He took a breath, dramatically grabbing her hand and tering it away from his chest. "Stop...tempt me no further. I feel I am losing control of myself- that I won't be able to hold back any longer if we continue."

Storm took a deep breath as he slowly leaned down to her lips, pausing just centimeters away.

"Uh...Lucifer..." She struggled to catch her breath with his lips this close to hers. Perhaps waiting for him to ask her was the wrong approach. "About tomorrow night-"

"Mhm. You're right. We should save the kiss, to make it more genuine." He smiled at her, but there was a glint of mischief behind his eyes. "Get some rest now, you will need it."

Storm felt her heart sink slightly. "Um...yeah, I will. Goodnight."

Lucifer studied her as she somberly exited the music room, listening to her footsteps fade into the background. After she was surely out of earshot, he made his way out of the music room, and made a B-line toward Mammon's room to await for his return home. They were certainly going to be having a long conversation about what he had done to make Storm so upset.

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———glowing gold

mammon x gn!mc

「and yet there you were, staring at a demon from the depths of the underearth—a living, breathing example of all things perfect.」

「now playing: everybody talks - neon trees」

that's him. the one everyone talks about. he sets all the trends and calls all the shots. some say he's the nicest guy you'll ever meet. some say he's the last guy you'll ever meet. all the best seats are reserved for him in the top restaurants; he wears only the finest clothes; and it's not music if he doesn't listen to it.

he gets all the girls; he gets all the guys, too.

mammon, the avatar of greed.

huh, a demon lord.

that sounds cool.

it really does.

"what d'ya think about my new shirt?" mammon asks as you're standing inside that newly-opened shop right at the heart of the devildom. it had been the talk of the town the past few days; even asmo had been gushing all about it nonstop since he raided it during its opening. you were also supposed to have went with him that day, if it weren't for solomon needing your urgent help.

much to mammon's delight, but he'll never tell you that.

he was wearing the same blue jeans he wore before you left the house, though this time his shirt and jacket have been swapped out for some kind of fancy-looking polo. it looks like something straight out of devil vogue, which probably makes sense considering he had been modeling for them for a while now.

you raise an eyebrow at him. "...it's nice."

" 'course it looks nice! it's the great mammon who's wearin' it, after all!" he puffs up his chest proudly and lets out a hearty chuckle. he then turns to the counter. "this should be good enough."

he was just about to take out his wallet—uncharacteristically filled to the brim with grimm he says were the product of his modeling gigs plus a particularly lucky night at the casino—when he looks over to where you had been standing. "oi, why don't ya have anything with ya?"

you look back at him. "am i supposed to?"

"stupid human, i brought ya here 'coz i got a few extra grimm i could splurge on," he averts his gaze. "totally not because i wanted to spoil ya or anythin', i just didn't know exactly where ta use these."

you stare at him. he was still trying to avoid eye contact, but that tinge of red creeping up to his cheeks seems to tell you something he's not willing to let out of his mouth. "well then..."

"just run and get somethin' for yaself!" he suddenly blurts out loudly. "i'm serious. this ain't charity."

"uh... thanks, i guess."

he gives you a nod before he walks toward the cashier. when he sits down, you head off to purchase something. you walk through the shop trying to find something that would catch your interest. as you were skimming through the racks and shelves of clothes that all seemed to have been ripped right off magazine pages, all with ridiculous prices that made you wonder if you could ever manage to afford them back in the human world— how much is one grimm worth in human world currency, anyway?— there behind the countless fabrics sat him. the one everyone talks about. mammon, the incarnation of greed itself.

untouchable to many, especially to those in the human world who spend their time carving pentagrams on to the wooden floors of their basements, lighting expensive candles and laying out whatever amount of money they managed to stash in their piggy banks and chanting some random incantation, praying to the devil for the mere presence of the avatar of greed himself. probably going to ask for a lifetime's worth of silver coins or lottery luck. as if mammon's going to grant them that without a valuable sacrifice.

a powerful, influential figure. the source of horror stories passed around the campfire.

right there, in the very flesh.

accompanying someone while shopping.

it's almost unreal to see such beauty being within reach.

almost.

and it seems like he can feel your gaze on him.

because when he looks at you, he smiles. and it's beautiful. his teeth glisten underneath the fluorescent lights; his eyes light up in joy; and his skin is glowing gold.

gold.

he suits that color so much. makes him look ethereal, like he never fell from grace. like he's still an angel, only adorned with jet black wings and twisted horns emerging right out of his scalp instead of a halo floating over his head.

he has no doubt been blessed. by God himself, as well as the seraphs and the cherubs. maybe even by his older brother lucifer, too.

you know you wouldn't want to go against such great odds if you were him.

and yet there you were, staring at a demon from the depths of the underearth—a living, breathing example of all things perfect.

——from sky: reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated!

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Lesson 1-10

Leviathan: How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon.

Mammon: D'ah...! Levi...

Mammon: ...Uh, l-listen up, human! This here is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He's the third oldest of us brothers.

Mammon: Since his name's sorta hard to say, you can just call him Levi! Okay then, let's move on.

Leviathan: Mammon, give me back my money. Then go crawl in a hole and die.

Mammon: Come on, I told you I'd get it to you! I just need a little more time. ...And you still want me to die even after I give it back? That's real harsh, Levi!

Leviathan: You need a little more time? How much more?

Mammon: A little more, okay?! A little more means a little more!

Leviathan: You've been telling me that for the last 200 years, Mammon.

Mammon: Hey, no! It hasn't been 200 years! It's been 260! Get it right, Levi!

Leviathan: Unbelievable. Seriously Mammon, you're--

Mammon: I'm what? Scum? Is that what you're gonna say?

Leviathan: -you're a lowlife and a waste of space.

Mammon: Hey! Come on, that's even worse!

Leviathan: Whatever... Just give me back my money.

Leviathan: I need it to buy the Blu-ray box set of Journey to the Devildom: The Tale of a Little She-Devil and Her Reluctant Companion.

Leviathan: The initial round of copies includes promotional tickets to a live event as a special bonus.

Mammon: I've got no idea what you're even talking about, Levi, but it doesn't matter! Because I don't have any money to give you. How am I supposed to give you back money I don't have, huh?!

Leviathan: So then, you're telling me you refuse to pay me back?

Mammon: ...What? You looking for a fight, is that it?

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MC: So then, you actually are a lowlife, Mammon?

Mammon: Hey! Don't call me a lowlife!

Mammon: Listen, human. You remember my advice from before about what to do when demons attack? Well, you're about to witness that for real. So...

Mammon: ...time for you to die, because if it's either you or me, it ain't gonna be me!

Leviathan: Hold on. I thought your advice was to either run away or-

Leviathan: ...Wh...dammit, Mammon! That ass...he ran off...!

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MC - Defend Mammon (+ affection from Mammon)

Leviathan: What's the deal with this human you've got here with you?

Leviathan: Are they your newest sponsor or something?

Mammon: Wha... no! I'd need someone rich enough to support me. Don't be crazy.

Mammon: Though now that I think about it... Levi, I'm pretty sure this one likes to collect the same stuff that you do. I bet you'd kill to have some of the stuff in MC's collection.

Mammon: You know what I'm talking about... those doll things you always buy. What do you call 'em again?

Leviathan: Figurines.

Mammon: Yeah, those!

Leviathan: So, you also collect figurines?

Leviathan: Which ones? Ooh, do you have any of the main characters from Battle Princess Brigade? Or Girls Only, or Diamond Dust?

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MC: Yep. I do, actually.

Leviathan: OH, NO WAY! NO WAAAAY...! You're SO lucky! Ugh, the human world sounds AMAZING! I'm sooooo jealous!

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MC: Nope.

Leviathan: ...

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MC: Sorry, I don't follow you.

-no special dialog-

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Leviathan: ...Hold on a second!

Leviathan: You've got to be kidding me...! That ass Mammon ran off!

Leviathan: Do you realize what happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me. ...Or maybe I should say he used you as a sacrifice.

Leviathan: I'll admit that Mammon is one of the scummiest scumbags you'll ever meet...a total lowlife. But still, that was pretty much dump of you letting him use you like that.

Leviathan: *sigh* This is EXACTLY why humans are-

Leviathan: ...Wait a second. Humans...yes, that's it... Suddenly, I've got an idea.

Leviathan: Listen, are you free right now? Of course you are. You've gotta be, right?

Leviathan: You know what? Never mind. Either way, you're coming with me.

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Absolute Chaos | Obey Me |

A/N: Allow me to explain I found a website I think made for DnD called AI Dungeon where an AI basically starts a story for you provided that you give a class/ranking and name, along with a few extra details I tried to make a Obey Me story and quite frankly, it sounded like a 9 year old wrote it. So here, I am going to post the whole somewhat yet barely edited version here. I used my internet name but I am going to be using MC because.. yea! Anyways, enjoy this OOC, full of spelling mistakes mess (which are admittedly sometimes made by me) CW: Murder, second hand embarrassment and broken grammar

You are MC, a noble living in the kingdom of Larion. You have a pouch of gold and a small dagger. You are awakened by one of your servants who tells you that your keep is under attack. You look out the window and see an army of undead. Do you: 1. Head downstairs to investigate 2. Send one of your servants to investigate 3. > You 1. You climb downstairs and see an army of undead soldiers coming in through the front doors. You hide behind a pillar and look out at them. > You summon one of your demons, Beelzebub by closing your eyes and saying an incantation. "Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, MC, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the avatar of Gluttony, Beelzebub!" You are transported into the realm of the demons and see a large cavern. There are about a thousand demons worshipping a large pentagram. A demon named Stoo is giving a presentation to his followers. > You blink, confused before murmuring. "Well this wasn't suppose to happen.." You turn around and the large demon named Stoo walks towards you. He's about 8 feet tall and has a snake like tail that he wags. > You tries to summon Beelzebub AGAIN. You close your eyes and try to concentrate but again you fail and Stoo gets his hands on you and drags you to the center of the cavern, he then tosses you into a large stone called the > You looks at the rock before getting up. You look at the large stone and notice several pentagrams carved into it. >”Well it's nice seeing you but I really have to go." If you was in the land of demons, then surely the brothers you made pacts with were here. You look behind you and see that Stoo is just watching you go. > You quickly runs out and goes to the House of Lamentation to visit the brothers, surely they would let you in with open arms. You run into the House of Lamentation. Several demons are running around screaming but they pay no attention to you, they are busy in their little conspiracies as usual. > You blink a few times and uses the pact to stop them running. "BOYS! EXPLAIN WHAT'S HAPPENING, AND IF I HEAR MAMMON GOT BULLIED AGAIN I AM PUTTING YOU IN TIME OUT!" Glares at Asmo, Levi and Mammon. Mammon looks at the floor and sighs. > Your face softens and you walk over, cupping his cheeks. "They aren't picking on you again, are they?" Mammon shakes his head. > You smile a bit and kiss his cheek before backing away. "Oh uh.. This was probably a surprise, me coming here, huh?" You smile sheepishly. "..Surprise?" Mammon looks at you, you shrug. He looks at the other two and whispers to them. They nod and walk over, looking a bit frightened. "We're in a bit of a situation.." > Your eyes widen. "What? What situation?" Mammon looks at you, Levi and Asmo and nods. "We're in a bit of a situation." He says softly. You nod. "That's what I thought. A situation." > "But what is it?" You glance at the three. Mammon looks at you and gives a small smile. "We're going to be killed by a demon lord." > Your eyes widen. "What?! Surely Lord Diavolo wouldn't kill you! What is Lucifer doing about this?! Or Satan, Beel, Belphie?! Where are they?!" you panic. Mammon looks around and shrugs. "They're all busy." You look at the other two. > You your eyes widen with shock. "How are you three so CALM about this?! Has Lord Diavolo gone mad?!" Asmo shrugs. "It's complicated." He says pulling out his dagger. "We have a deal, we get in, we get out, we don't get killed." Levi nods. > You was speechless, this had to be a sick nightmare. "I... I'm going to go talk to Barbatos and Dia.." you move away, was there some sort of spell? You hear a voice say, "Oh dear boy, I'd say you've stumbled onto something far more serious than just a riddle." > Your eyes widen and turn to the direction of the voice. "Who's there?!" A tall figure appears in front of you. "An unwelcome guest, I'm afraid." The figure says. He's wearing a long black cloak and his face is hidden behind a black veil. > "Wait.. Are you with that guy from earlier?" you was talking about Stoo. The figure nods. "Indeed." You glare at the figure. "Shouldn't you be helping us, not attacking us?" The figure laughs. > You sigh, seeing no reason for them to be helping you now that you thought about it, but regardless, you didn't understand what was happening. The figure looks around. "I am not here on behalf of any of those you mentioned, I am here on behalf of the dark lord Trelik." > "Trelik? Sounds like a lame name.." you whisper. "What do you want from me?" The figure laughs. "You don't remember me?" The figure seems to be a bit disappointed. Your eyes widen. "No, I'm sorry but I don't." > "Unless you are one of those demons who tried to kill me at RAD.. But then again, there's so many that it's hard to keep track.." The figure raises an eyebrow. "You remember those demons?" He looks disappointed. "I suppose not. But I should ask, did you defeat them?" Your eyes widen. "How should I know?" > You "I mean, sure I know a few spells from being a apprentice under Solomon, but I still need a bit of protection.." The figure sighs. "It is a shame you are too weak to be of use to me." You look around. "What do you want from me?" > "If you dare hurt the brothers or any one of my friends, I'll kill you." you said, but knew that mostly everyone you were friends with or in a relationship with was too powerful to be killed by someone like this man. The figure moves closer, his face now clearly visible. > You "Wait... R/N!? Is that you?!" The figure nods. "Indeed. I am afraid that once again you underestimate my power. You see, I am not like you. I am far superior." Your eyes widen. > "Well no shit! You almost replaced my spot with the brothers!" you shudder at the memories. The figure sighs. "Do you really think I can't sense your fear?" You nod. "Well.." The figure makes a fist. "Then consider this a warning." He says before disappearing. > You take a deep breath before running to the castle to see if Barbatos, he switched a timeline before and if R/N was truly that powerful, dangerous things could happen in the Devildom. You run towards the castle, your footsteps echoing. You run as fast as you can, your lungs burning. You get to the castle and look for Barbatos. You find him talking to some of his demons. > "Barbatos!" you sigh in relief. "I need to have a chat with you about R/N" you pinch yourself, hoping this wasn't a weird dream and you would wake up in your bedroom in the House of Lamentation. He turns around, annoyed. "What, again?" You smile. "Yeah, you were talking about him before and you did say there might be something strange going on." > "He was really cryptic but I think he wants to kill me" Barbatos nods. "I know, I know. He's a little crazy. He'd tried to kill you once before, you were lucky to escape." You frown. > You shudder, not only has R/N tried to kill you, Belphie has as well. "Has Lucifer texted you lately?" There were so many things racing through your head, but perhaps seeing Lucifer, one of the most powerful demons in all of hell would bring you some comfort that there was some hope. Barbatos shakes his head. "No, I haven't heard from him in a while. Why?" You nod. "Alright, come with me, we need to talk." > You one thing you probably should talk to him about first is what the three were on about being murdered. You drag Barbatos to the lounge area and sat down. Barbatos sits down next to you. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" You sigh. > "Are... You and Lord Diavolo going to kill the brothers? Mammon mentioned to me that you were going to kill him, Asmo and Levi.." Barbatos seems to have been prepared for the question. "Ah yes, the Triad. I do indeed plan to kill them, and soon." Your eyes widen. > You say "W-What?! But you can't just kill them! They are three rulers of hell, sure they may not be powerful enough for you or Dia but seriously!?" Barbatos laughs. "My dear, we will be overthrowing them soon, and then I shall personally kill them. Now, why were you asking about them?" You shrug your shoulders. The air was suddenly so tense as you stare at your hands, are they.. really planning this? That was a crazy plan! > You pinched yourself so many times, to the point Barbatos notices. "I know you're bored here, but there is no way you're working for them. You're a spy of some sort, right? What did you really want to know?" You nod > Remembering Simeon, you perk up, if this was some sort of curse, then surely a pure angel would be able to break it, if not Simeon, then maybe Luke and Raphael. "I... Don't know." You admit. Barbatos laughs, it's a familiar laugh. "I know it's hard to believe, but angels can be very stupid." You nod. > You say "But.. Simeon is your husband, Luke is your.. technical child, so you wouldn't harm them.. would you?" You knew if Diavolo asked, he would because of how loyal he is to the prince." Barbatos frowns. He reaches out his hand to touch your cheek. "But I love you." He says softly. Your eyes widen. "What?" Barbatos laughs again. > You say "Do you WANT me to become a housewrecker?!" Barbatos laughs. "I love you." You stare at him, he stares back. Your lips quirk. "I thought you would be offended." Barbatos grins. > You say "Yes well.." He leans in and kisses you ---------- Welcome person who made it to the end, have some holy water 🍶🍶 I honestly have no idea wtf I am thinking posting this but hey, just think of it as some weird fever dream, and if this gives you some inspiration, you’re welcome! Bye bye

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