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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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hiyaa!! can i request the king’s reaction to gabriel attempting to kill mc when they aren’t there? he does succeed in slashing their arm a bit, where mc crouches in pain while trying to stop the bleeding.

(your blog is my fav btw i love all of your stuff! <3)

First, let me be a nerd as I explain one thing, because I know that not everyone has been in the fandom from the beginning, and this fact was mentioned in the very first event. Gabriel's scythe kills on touch. It is a gift from god that even kings avoid because just one scratch means death.

I don't know if you were aware of this, dear anon, when you asked for this headcanon (if you wanted a less drastic scenario, please let me know, I'll gladly write a second one!). Get ready for angst.

(And! Thank you for kind words! You have no idea how nice to hear that <;3)

Satan reacted as befitted his sin. Wrath. Rage. Breakdown. A red, thick fog flowed into the streets, only choking the subordinates, but sweeping away the angels. They couldn't stand the mourning that poured out of him, and they died in agony as long as he held your dying body in his arms. This was the only day in the history of Gehenna when the devils lost their will to fight and their king almost followed you into the arms of death, fighting more fiercely than ever before.

You fulfilled your promise. You died to protect Hell. And he failed to protect you. Once you were buried in a beautiful, simple grave, Satan had only one thing on his mind. He promised you that he would be faithful, only yours, for millennia. And he will keep that promise. No lovers, no one-night stands. He couldn't protect you, but he can protect the one you did all this for. Minhyeok and his later children won't even be aware of it, but they have just gained a pure white, red-eyed guardian.

Beelzebub felt you dying rather than saw you. By the time he appeared at your side, it was too late. There was almost no blood flowing, but you both knew that this wound would never heal. He kissed you and whispered soothingly as you died. It was his fault. His damn eternal wandering. If he had stayed, if he had watched you better... You deserved more than being buried among his clones. You should rest with those who, unlike him, did protect you. With your parents. He will show up with your body on Minhyeok's doorstep, hoping that he will get angry and yell at him, but he will only break down in tears over your body. This is not enough for Beelzebub, this is worse than the punishment he expected. He doesn't feel worthy of attending your funeral, but he'll watch from afar anyway.

Your tombstone will always look like new, even for hundreds of years. Intact stone, fresh flowers. There are things that even Beelzebub cannot forget.

Leviathan won't let you die. No, just no. No way. Do not agree. The moment you get hurt, he will catch you in his arms. The face is colder than usual, but the voice is more soothing than ever. "Do not be afraid. You are mine, and I am not letting you go.” He will kiss you one last time and push you into his coffin. Suspended somewhere between worlds, not dead, but not alive either, you will be pushed into eternal sleep, barely remembering who you are.

Leviathan won't stop there, he has to get you back. Only god can save you from death, and if that means this devil has to find him, he will. Anything to get you back to his side. He won't agree to lose another person he loves.

This time Mammon is the spoiled one

MAMMON

The shield you raised could withstand anything - or so you thought, until Gabriel cut through it like a knife through wax. The wound on your forearm was minor. Almost invisible. Still, you stared at it in silence, dazed. You knew what that meant.

A fist sprung in front of your nose a second too late. Shooed the seraph away a second too late. Your life could have been saved. A second too late.

"Master! Are you okay?" Mammon caught up with you and grabbed you in his arms. The grogginess slowly turned into dizziness. You collapsed onto his chest, losing strength.

"He... hurt me." You whispered into his broad chest. His muscles tensed as if ready to attack, but the huge arms lifted you ever so gently. You felt like you were in a huge cradle. The consciousness that slowly drained from your body was glad that it was spending its last moments in these arms.

The king held your limp body for a long time. He couldn't say goodbye to you, he couldn't understand that he had lost you. That you already had left this Hell, and there was nothing he could do about it.

A huge mausoleum was built in the meadow where you died. Gold and silk blinded the inhabitants from afar, outshining the sun itself. Despite the splendor greater than in the palace, everyone considered your tomb to be the poorest place in the world. Mammon visited it every day. He reminded himself that he needed to protect his people better. That he should have protected you better. For the first time in his life he felt real loss.

It was here that Tartaros' greatest treasure was lost.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #skye's little talk

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harunayuuka2060 · 6 months

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Satan and MC: *judging each other*

Satan: You're... What are you?

MC: A human who's trying hard to be pure and holy. *flaps the sleeves of their white robes*

Satan: Heh. You're funny.

MC: How about you? What are you?

Satan: *laughs* You summoned my name and you didn't know who I am?

MC: ...

MC: *looks at the page they read from*

MC: I only muttered gibberish words. My bad.

Satan: ...

Satan: Are you kidding me?

MC: ...

MC: I'm saying the truth.

Satan: *crunch*

Satan: I see. Apple doesn't really fall far from the tree.

MC: ???

Sitri: Solomon... *about to kiss them*

Satan: *blocks him* That's not Solomon. They are his descendant.

Ppyong: Oh! And they seem pure! Without any malice!

MC: *staring at Ppyong*

MC: ...

Ppyong: What is it, aye?

MC: ...

MC: *tilts their head* *mumbles something*

Ppyong: Hm?

MC: It can't be. This one's too cute to be real. *thinking whether Ppyong's a stuffed toy or not*

Satan: Everything you're seeing is real. And also, welcome to Gehenna.

MC: Gehenna...?

MC: *checks their book*

Satan: Stop reading on anything. This is Gehenna. The most beautiful place in hell. That's all you need to know.

MC: Geez. Fine. I'll just write that down then.

Sitri: ...

Sitri: Your Majesty, why would you bring them here?

Satan: *grins* They suggested that we become friends.

MC: *looks at him, shocked* Huh?

Satan: What? Why are you looking at me like that?

MC: ...

MC: Friends... Really?

Satan: Why? You've got a problem with that?

MC: Yeah... A little bit. *turns their head to the side and mutters something*

MC: I never make friends.

#what in hell is bad #whb mc #whb satan #whb sitri #whb ppyong #the pure descendant of solomon

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sparkbeast20 · 27 days

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Mini Headcanons (Gehenna version)

I'll be making these mini HCs for each region

Sitri - He would have multiple sets for special occasions, now he has a good excuse to have a small date with MC. They go on dates as he looks for new sets. He's blush when MC picks out the tea sets and describe why they like it.

Leraye - When he was a kid, he saw someone wearing a monocle and wanted one. So Zagan gave him one and Leraye was happy, little did Leraye knows that it was a half a glasses Zagan had, which broke cause Satan hit him.

Paimon - He treasures things, so when it comes to things with the other nobles, his king and MC, he has pictures of them saved in his phone and a physical copy on the back of his phone, under the case. That way, when his phone's battery dies. He can just see that and it brighten up his day.

Zagan - He listen to classical music when it comes to a slow and quiet work out, and he'll put on more upbeat and at times heavy metal for more of a sweaty work out.

Belial - When he was starting to get into cosplay, he dressed Jjyu up too and the little guy liked it (Cause he is just happy to see Belial happy) now, that MC is in hell. The three dressed up as either a trio characters or a parent and kid characters.

Astaroth - He asked MC to record them reading a verse of a novel, and often he used that as his white noise whenever he has trouble sleeping cause he loves hearing their voice. He remembers one time that his snake looked at him and he immediately knew that he was asking to listen to the recording cause he was missing MC, due to them being in a different region.

Satan - He asked for a custom motorcycle sticker with MC's birthday. Not that he'll forget, he just want to have a lucky number, and that's MC's birthdate.

I'm a bit rusty with making hcs, I tend to make hcs as close to their personalities and make them somewhat possible.

#what in “hell” is bad?#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #whb #whb satan #whb sitri #whb leraye #whb paimon #whb belial #whb zagan #whb astaroth #whb headcanons

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demonsword586 · 1 month

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Beelzebub Attacker part 1

Whew! This took a little longer than I expected. Then again,the first parts are always a bit longer. The next part is coming in a few days!

(Pg: Abyssos streets)

The crowded streets of Abyssos at night.

Nicknamed the Country of Pleasure,the nights were brighter than the days.

And there,you...

Sniff Sniff

Beelzebub: Ha....Smells nice...

You were walking down that busy,tumultous street with Beelzebub,a handsome man who smelled your hair and was openly horny.

Mc: Ah! Don't smell me there...

Beelzebub: Why not? It smells delicious-

Embarrassed,you tried to push Beelzebub away,but it was impossible because he had his arm around your shoulders,half-leaning on you.

The streets of Abyssos's entertainment district where even more devils come and became crowded as the sun set,

And you had no choice but to walk closer to Beelzebub to avoid being run over by other devils.

The devils grew in number,the neon lights of the night were blindly bright,and Beelzebub bamboozled you most of all.

His flushed face,his soft voice and his guidence.

Beelzebub: Welcome to the night of Abyssos,the city of drugs,gambling and pleasure.

Beelzebub: Abyssos is a country where everything is legal. Oh! Except stealing other's lovers.

Beelzebub: I wanted to introduce you to the back alleys of our proud Abyssos. For the pride of Abyssos is not in the palace but in the back streets.

Beelzebub: Everywhere in Gehenna is like a back alley,but no offense,it's nostalgic. Keke~

Beelzebub said many things as though he was excited. You had never seen Beelzebub in such high spirits before.

Beelzebub: Oh! I wanted to go to that store with you.

He raised his finger,pointing at the sign far away.

{White Lovers}

Beelzebub: That restaurant is famous for making it's sauce with the semen of the healthiest,best-batured male devils in Abyssos.

Beelzebub: It's such that you would dance at the healthy taste once you try it.

Mc: (What the....It's strange but I'm curious.)

Leaning on you to the point it made you staggger,Beelzebub spoke joyfully with his arm around your waist.

Then,he pointed at the sign on the next store with his finger and continued.

{Forest of mushrooms}

Beelzebub: The shop next door is a cafe rhat distills the saliva of the most handsome men in Abyssos to make a variety of drinks.

Beelzebub: It's been around for 800 years,so there's a lot of tradition and a lot of pride.

Beelzebub: At the end of the day,they collect saliva and put it in Baba Yaga's cauldron to distill overnight,then make a drink from it in the morning to sell.

Beelzebub: There's only a certain amount of spit you can collect per night,so there's a limited amount they can sell,and I've only tried it a few times.

Mc: (So weird,but I want to try it!)

Afterward,Beelzebub entertained you by showing you around as if he were taking you on a trip.

Of course,you were most excited and happy to walk through a main street with an extraordinarily handsome man-

Mc: (Ugh...Satan will be angry)

That was right. You were at the royal tower of Gehenna a few minutes ago.

(Pg changes to Gehenna halls)

While enjoying a cup of tea with Ppyong and Sitri,Sitri's tea was too strong and caused Ppyong to go into caffeine shock. So the two momentarily left you for a while.

Beelzebub: Shall we get moving?

Mc: Beelzebub?!

Beelzebub appeared from behind your back,slipped his hand behind your knee to scooped you up in a princess hug,and flew out through the window.

(Pg changes back to Abyssos streets)

As a result,here you were.

You werw casually enjoying your date with Beelzebub,as if you'd arrange it days before.

Mc: (Wait,why was he in Gehenna? I mean,since when was he nearby?! And how did we arrive in Abyssos so quickly?!)

You were full of questions,but you were too hectic. And whats more...

Mc: (It feels like Beelzebub can disappear anytime soon,so I don't want to waste time talking about trivial things)

Even if it was Beelzebub's strategy to make you think that, you were willing to be fooled.

Mc: (Because Beelzebub is so cool that I don't want to waste a single second even when he's right next to me...)

You furtively raised your head to look up at Beelzebub's side profile as he joyfully looked around his surroundings.

The man who was leaning against you so casually,that you almost felt regretful,was looking around with a faint smile of longing and affection in his eyes.

Mc: Come to think of it....the surrounding devils are quiet. I thought they would cause a fuss again with Beelzebub being here.

Mc: Don't tell me that you caused a spell or something?

Beelzebub: Well,what do you think?

Beelzebub chuckled instead of answering. A naughty man who never gave a serious answer. But this was as good as 'yes'.

Otherwise,it didn't make sense that they would not recognize Beelzebub when they were so close to each other, they were bumping shoulders.

Mc: Anyway,what happened? It's so sudden!

Beelzebub: Sniff* Sniff*

Mc: (I was an idiot for wanting an answer...)

Beelzebub buried his nose in the top of your head as though he didn't have time to answer.

Bewlzebub: There are about three places where you smell really strongly. One is here,another is in your armpits and the third is in your-

Speaking in joy,Beelzebub pretended to straighten up and whispered in your ear.

Beelzebub: And 'that' place which began to get wet as soon as I started sniffing you.

Mc:!!

You tightened your thighs before you knew it.

Beelzebub snickered and rubbed his cheek in your messy hair.

Beelzebub: I missed you. That's all.

Mc: !!!

Your heart thumped without resistence at the innocent confession,lightly delivered at the strange timing.

Strangely enough,you didn't feel like hiding the feelings in your heart.

Minhyeok's face momentarily flashed in your mind,but at the same time,another more honest emotion you had...

Mc: I missed you too.

Beelzebub: I thought you did. That's why I came here to see you.

The man's words had no weight,no modesty,but you thought it didn't matter.

Mc: (It's nice to hear)

With that honest emotion alone,you decided to enjoy this situation.

As though he had sensed your feelings,Beelzebub began to walk while pulling you closer to him and holding !ou more closely than before.

Just then,a sign poking out above the tall devils' head caught your eye.

Mc: Beelzebub,what kind of store is that? It has a drawing of a knife...is it a restaurant?

Beelzebub: Ahh,thats the store run by a devil who has the ability to change your gender.

Beelzebub: If you invest a few more seconds there,you can change !our gender right away.

Beelzebub: Its only available there,but it's a favorite spot for devils who want to swap positions with their lover.

Mc: T-That's amazing!

Beelzebub: Well,but it doesn't matter to you,right? All the devils here woudn't mind if you were a man or a woman.

Beelzebub said in a sing-song voice as thought the fact made him really happy.

Beelzebub: Ah,we're nearly there.

Mc: (You had a destination in mind?!)

You gasped in suprise and pointed at the nearest sign.

The sign had a drawing of a rope which looked like a noose.

Mc: Is that our destination?

Beelzebub: Ah,no. But shall we stop by there if you're intrested?

Mc: What do they have in there?

Beelzebub: It's a suicidal cafe. The customers can decide on the method of suicide.

Beelzebub: They can die by decapitation,dismemberment or drowning.

Mc: What?! Do they really die?!

Beelzebub: No,the owner of the store comes to save you just before you die,so you won't die for real.

Beelzebub: But it's just a place you go to feel that ectatic feeling of death.

Beelzebub: When you're really a second away from death,the owner uses his ability to restore you to your previous state.

Beelzebub: From what I heard,the owner is from Paradise Lost....He's a mysterious devil.

Mc: Is it alright for a devil from another country to do business here?

Beelzebub: Well,Bael will take care of that well,so - I don't really know about things like that.

Mc: (You're the king,but you don't know.)

Feeling trivially shocked,you sent words of comfort to Bael in your mind.

Just thwn Beelzebub came to a stop and so did you.

He had come to a stop infront of a bright red,steel door in the shape of a large arch.

Mc: Is this today's destination?

Beelzebub: No,this is a shelter.

Beelzebub: In human terms...a home in the woods? A bench in a large square in the center of a park? I don't know.

Mc: This flashy,prominent thing is a shelter?

Beelzebub: It should be flashy and prominent for you to notice and rest inside,shoudn't it?

Mc: Now that you say it,yea.

Persuaded by Beelzebub's reason,you opened the large door and entered with Beelzebub.

(Pg changes to the 'shelter' inside)

But you froze,your expectations of relaxing music or quiet room dashed as soon as you walked through the door.

Happy-looking Male devil: Ah...hnn!...

Happy-looking Female devil: Hn,hnn-hnngh...ah...ah!

Over the sticky,jazzy music,loud moans from around the spacious room overlapped,creating a cacophony that tickled your stomach.

In the reddish room,there was a plush couch that was obviously meant for relaxation, but it was covered in bodily fluids spilled by the devils everywhere...

And they were even conducting intercourse on the couch.

Mc: B-Beelzebub,I think we entered the wrong room...

Scratching your cheek in embarrassment,you pulled on thw hem of Beelzebub's clothes. He turned,then-

Beelzebub: Raise your arms. Say hooray!

Mc: Hooray?...

Beelzebub required it all too naturally,and you raised your arms without even doubting him.

Then the shirt you were wearing was pulled off the top of your head.

Mc: Huhhh?!!!

Startled,you raised your arms too late to cover your chest,

Beelzebub: How nice of you. Are you helping me?

Said Beelzebub,then casually threw his arms around you as if to embrace you,and immediately reached behind your back to unhook your bra.

Mc: Huhhhh?!

You made a stupid sound again,but you were already in Beelzebub's arms,stripped of your shirt and upper underwear.

Mc: W-Wait! I don't know what's going on now-

Beelzebub: We are going to take a break!

Beelzebub smiled as he hugged you.

You were about to experience a 'break' rhat you had never experienced before.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb beelzebub #what in “hell” is bad?

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renonm · 11 days

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OMG HII MASHLE BLOG AND MORE SKDJKDKS umm can I request reader x either orter or rayne coming back from a mission and they turn into a child ( kinda like that one episode where lance and dot became babies hahaja) like maybe kaldo or ryoh drop the reader at their office and they gotta babysit them hehe thank you if you ever take up on this request! ~ ᗢ

> || Orter Mádl x gn!reader

A/N: Hey chat maybe if this gets a lot of likes I’ll do Rayne(after like.. a few requests, trust!!) Sorry that it took so long and it turned out to be shitty lol, uh barely proofreaded, hope y'all enjoy tho

As someone who strives to work a lot, there particularly have always been tasks that mostly have been assigned to you that could be considered odd… There would have been examples now, but it’s sort of the best to specifically forget about it…, which kind of is fairly significant.

Today generally was just like any ordinary day, checking paperwork, sitting on a chair, and remaining in your office for the entire day in a particularly major way. However, this could have been considered the most normal workday you've ever had for the generally entire week. Unfortunately, no.

It was supposed to be a normal day! Till someone knocked at your office door. It slowly creaked itself open, revealing Kaldo, that man who has a weird addiction to honey, walked in. Carrying what almost looked like a baby. Go get your glasses checked. (Do you even wear any?)

“Good day, Mx. (L/N). I, the Flame Cane, Kaldo Gehenna, Have come to assign you with a very important ta—“ “Get straight to the point.” You interrupted Kaldo as he spoke. Another task? Why yes, “Alright, I will… So, please take care of ‘little’ Orter.” The Flame cane spoke in what seemed to be a ‘forced formal tone’. You had easily identified that he was trying to make this quick, perhaps he had other activities for the day But wait, what did Kaldo mean by ‘little Orter’? Did he mean Wirth?

“Wirth?” You asked, but you took realization as you fixed your gaze on the baby, it was Orter. Orter fucking Mádl. The Sand Cane. Mr. Grumpyface. The book nerd. It was him! He got turned into a baby??? HOW???

If there’s something to expect in working at the Bureau of Magic, it is that they can assign weird and obscure tasks that could be considered as “vague.” But if it was for protecting the people, then so be it. For the sake of the people… Focusing back on the current events,

“No, Orter.” The man paused before speaking again. “He got turned into a baby because of an individual move he made on a mission… But, ah, look! Isn't he so cute?” Kaldo poked Orter’s cheeks, sure, he may be cute, but Kaldo may have forgotten that Orter could use 10% of his sand magic, therefore he used it to spray sand on the white-haired man’s eyes, temporarily blinding him. It was a funny interaction, you chuckled. But knowing that you had to take this seriously, you nodded. There goes your free time, but it's for a comrade! And that comrade is Orter…. Yikes…. Okay, maybe you’d want this.

“Alright, I'll take him in, you owe me one though, Kaldo—” Before you could continue, the Flame Cane already left in a rush, leaving Orter at your desk. Now it was just you and that baby. Even being in such a small form, he still glares intensely. A question lingers in your head, how do you take care of babies? Is it necessary to treat Orter as one? After all, this effect only looks momentary. No one knows how long. But what you know is that the black-haired child(man) would not want to be treated as a baby. He is physically 23, he can grind you to sand! But now, he is in what can be considered one of the most vulnerable states he has ever been in, if not the most vulnerable. No wonder why Kaldo urged you to babysit him. This was urgent for the sake of the Divine Visionaries. Losing Orter was a monumental risk. How bad can this be?

Really bad.

Time had passed, and both of you were in a staring competition. Though, you guys were well acquainted or even best friends! Or maybe even more than that. Yet this feels awkward. You have no experience with babies. How does one talk to a baby? “Goo goo gaa gaa???” You said to Orter in an attempt to communicate with him. He stared back. Then proceeds to use his magic to throw sand on your eyes. The pain was minimal, at least. He taps at the paperwork you were supposed to finish. You got reminded! But where to place the baby… Surely now, he was tasking you to finish it. HE WAS GLARING.

There was only one choice. Actually, there were plenty but Orter was your friend, of course, you’d want to spend time with him, even as a baby.

Placing baby Orter near you!!! Surely the chair you were sitting on had some space for one more!! So you carried him and placed him near where you sat at. Pat pat, patting Orter’s head felt quite nice. (Orter may feel the same way but refuses to express it.)

“Stay here, alright?” You instructed to Orter wagging your hand… He’s gonna be pissed once he turns back to normal, WAS IT NECESSARY TO TREAT HIM LIKE AN ACTUAL BABY??? Why yes, of course. Did he resist? Not much, he only sat down next to you peacefully, Damm. You're gonna make fun of him after this.

A few hours in(it's been a few minutes, this is just exaggerated.) and you already feel fatigued after working, glancing at Orter thinking he was asleep and perhaps you can slack off, nope. Still awake. This made you consider your strength. Why are you scared of a baby? well, this is Orter you're babysitting, but by the looks of it, Orter is the one babysitting you. “What uh… Are you hungry young one?” You asked and he nodded no in response, instead, he pointed at your paperwork, ordering you to stop focusing on him and to finish it. Of course you had to follow that.

(If this were to ever be in a modern setting, he would be the definition of the boss baby.)

Okay, this time, it had been hours in, and you now feel sincerely tired. Taking a glimpse at the window, it was already afternoon, taking a small check at Orter, yes! He's finally resting!! Staring back, you can see how Orter looked relaxed by simply getting rest, even as a baby, it felt like it was enough. Working at the Bureau of Magic requires a lot of sacrificing of schedule to keep the world at peace. The Sand Cane was dedicated to that. Even the fact that he somewhat turned into a baby. You had always admired his hard work, and now, here he is. Asleep near you as a baby. You’d love to tease him once he turns back. Only if you’d survive the sand attack. That was for him to settle, now it was safe to slack off. You’ve finished the majority of your tasks anyway, so you relax in the chair, leaning in, closing your eyes as you process your thoughts on what happened today. Whatever, just make sure that you wake up earlier than that cranky-ass baby with glasses. You refuse to get sand in your eyes again.

An hour or two had passed, ah yes, the Excellency(you) had awakened from their slumber. (exaggerated again… lol..) But something felt so odd, that caused you to open your eyes, just to reveal that a coat was draped around you, whose coat was this… Looking to your side, Orter was gone. KALDO WAS GONNA KILL YOU.

“I'm right here,” Orter called, which caused you to look in front of the desk, it was him. Sitting across the desk, yours specifically. What should concern you more? The fact that he wasn't wearing his coat and gave it to you, or the fact that he was reviewing the paperwork you did earlier??

“Oh, uhm. Sorry, I suppose this is yours—” You were about to return his jacket, it felt morally wrong to take it, because…. It's not yours?

“No, keep it for now.” Oh? Orter even insisted that felt odd, yet appreciated by you. It looked like an invite that he was letting you tease him. He looked back at your work and nodded in approval, that was good. At least you weren't gonna pull out your soul out of your body this time. “You have surprisingly done well.” Well, obviously! It’s about time that someone notices your efforts. Who wouldn’t want to compliment you? (Probably Orter.)

Both exchanged gazes with one another, Orter’s grasp on your paper softened, eventually placing it back down on your table. He looks up at you, with a gaze that looks like he’s expecting you to speak. “Ah, uhm, yeah. I worked hard for those!! Haha…” You exclaimed, trying to lighten up the mood, but was met with even more awkwardness. As much as you hate to admit, it was hard to pick up a proper conversation with him. Always so stoic, so subtle… Yet so handsome? What’s there to dislike… Well, probably the fact that you assumed that he was oblivious.

Orter stares at his watch before looking back at you, “Meet me after work, I’ll treat you for a drink. As my compensation.” He said, of course, the person you are, you tried your best to remain a stoic face. One thing about Orter was, he was straightforward. You nodded, “Quite demanding, aren't we? Fine, I shall accept, but you must tell me the reason why you’re doing this—” poof. Orter was gone already? This was the second time that someone left while you were talking. However, you were left with a feeling of bewilderment. He technically asked you out.

Outside your office, Orter remained still. What is this that he felt? Love— was it? He was a man who could mask his emotions well, but his ears were red. He hid it well. Not to mention, he planned to purposely leave his jacket to you, so that you were forced to go to meet up with him. You looked nice in his coat. Enough for Orter to let out a small smile as he visualized the scene again. “Nice,” he muttered.

“My, my, I wonder why Orter is suddenly smiling out of L/N’s office.” A man called out, it was Kaldo. Orter frowned once again and glared at the Flame cane. “You saw nothing.” The Sand cane spoke out in an authoritative tone before leaving. In the end, this was all Kaldo’s planning, to force Orter to take the shield(which turned him into a baby) and for you to take care of him. He knew that Orter was too inexperienced and lacking in romance. He needs honey to celebrate, yippee.

But, it’s a date, right?

#zzenoids #orter madl x reader #mashle x reader #mashle #orter madl #soreythatidied

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57-dayo · 2 months

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starving white woman from gehenna academy

#blue archive #izumi blue archive #ブルアカ #shishidou izumi #my art #fan art #the touhou to blue archive pipeline is real #i feel like the only normal person that plays this game LOL

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vikuo-kuma · 3 months

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Stupid In Love 🍯

A/N: PLEASE REQUEST, I’M BEGGING— and no this is not a request by anyone. This is also inspired by a song that hasn’t released yet, I just think that it fits his character.

Warning: angst at the beginning, if you squint hard enough, but it’s just fluff

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This was the third time, the third time that you were stood up. You didn’t know what was wrong with you, you always look your best, had the proper manners, as well as a kind heart. So what did you do wrong? You had tried reaching out for your boyfriend’s phone number, but it always went to voicemail. Eventually, you gave up. With a grimace expression, you turned around and started to head back to the apartment.

You finally understood that he didn’t want you, that you were just a simple one night stand. You felt… like an idiot.

Cuz I’m so stupid in love.

During your walk back, you bumped into a close colleague, Kaldo Gehenna. “Oh? Y/N, strange to see you out of the workplace. Out on a date, I assume?”, the white haired male stood tall, he seemed to be walking his pet dog, Honey. Your face twisted into an unsure expression. “Kind of… got stood up by my boyfriend, so I broke up with him through text..”, you awkwardly responded to your colleague’s question. It wasn’t something worth smiling about, so Kaldo’s face softened.

Let’s get married in Vegas

Kaldo already knew your boyfriend was a horrible person from the start. He wanted to warn you earlier, however, the white-haired male also knew that it would’ve ruined the close bond between you and him. Kaldo didn’t want that, he didn’t want that to ruin his progress with you.

We don’t need a guest list

“Then why don’t you and I go on the date?”, his suggestion was out of the blue, shocking you with his words. “A date? With you?”, You ask, wanting to make sure that’s what he had asked. It finally hit Kaldo in the face, he had asked you on a date. “Uh, yeah- that’s what I meant, but if you don’t want to it’s fine as well-”, you stopped him from ranting on by holding both of his hands. “Sure, why not?”, with a smile, you looked at him softly. This man was flustered, but he kept his awkward smile, which you found adorable.

I don’t wanna think too much.

You and Kaldo walked down the street, passing many cafes, stores, and reached a dog friendly restaurant. As you two walked into the restaurant, a waiter sat you both down near a window. It had a nice view of the city, people were walking outside, reaching places where they needed to be. You started a small conversation, which led to you finding out that both of you have a lot in common. You both had a sweet tooth, but you giggled at the part where Kaldo told you about how he likes putting honey on everything.

Let’s just say that the conversation started to lift up your mood.

Let’s get matching tattoos

Once you both finished your food, you went to go pay. Leaving a nice tip for the working waiter. Kaldo and you left the restaurant with Honey by your side, you both entered an accessory store. It had many cute key chains, some were matching ones. You haven’t noticed that Kaldo had already paid for something, but you followed him out the store.

I don’t wanna think it through

“What did you buy?”, you asked confusingly. He turned towards you and smiled. “Matching keychains”, the white haired male replied. Handing you a brown bear, that was holding a jar of honey, keychain while he held up a white polar bear keychain. This made you blushed slightly, you never really received anything from your ex before, so it was very much appreciated. Then Kaldo took out something else, it was a cute cat plush that you’ve been looking at when passing one of the stores.

Baby I’m so stupid in love~

“I want to spoil you from now on, would you allow me to?”

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#anime #mashle magic and muscles #mashle x reader #anime x reader #fantasy #shounen #fanfic #oneshot #x reader #character x reader #kaldo gehenna #kaldo x reader #fluff #angst

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serenefify · 2 months

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Synopsis: Years had passed since you successfully nullified all contracts and left Hell behind. Now, living a decent of a normal life once more, you found yourself returning to your cozy abode after another long day of work.

{{What in 'hell' is bad?}} Pair: Kings/You

{{Potential}} Trigger Warning: Religious/Biblical reference, Vague mention of obsession/possessiveness, OOC

🎗️Author's note: Sorry for the lack of post lately.

Entering your room, you carelessly tossed your belongings to the side before slumping down onto your bed. With a heavy sigh, you felt an exhaustion wash over you as your eyelids growing heavy with fatigue. Just as you were about to succumb to sleep, a strange scent tickled your nostrils, jolting you awake.

Your gaze landed on a card—no, a letter, sitting on your table but, who could it be from?

Would you dare to read it?

Satan:

A crimson card, adorned with a delicate white ribbon wrapped around it, secured by small horn-shaped stickers attached to the front. It wasn't overly extravagant, yet it certainly wasn't ordinary either; it sit somewhere in between. Nestled beside the card was a photo.

Hey [[Name]],

So, I figured I'd drop you a letter. Not sure what I'm gonna ramble about, but hey, why not, right?

Anyway, let's cut the crap. Since your bailed on Hell, things have been kinda messy around here. Not like "oh no, angels are attacking us again" messy, but more like... weird, you know?

I swung by Avisos the other day, and on the surface, everything seemed chill. People still living it up, having a blast. But there's this underlying gloominess, you know? Like something's off. Haven't heard anything from their kings, either. Same deal with Tartaros. Usually, those devils are all about flaunting their stuff, strutting around Gehenna like they own the place. But lately, they've been keeping to themselves, especially Mammon. That bastard practically isolated himself these days.

And speaking of isolation, that wet blanket is even more distant than usual. Him and his people are getting pretty hostile towards outsiders. Rumor has it they've even closed off their gate to visitors. Paradise Lost is living up to its name, with Lucifer being more of a hardass than ever. Heard him muttering under his breath a lot, the past meeting with him..

Anyway, not much else to report. I don't exactly have a habit of letter-writing, y'know?

So, how's life treating you up there on Earth? I know your time in Hell wasn't exactly a walk in the park, but I hope you're finding something to kill your time. If not with us, then at least enjoy the grub and swag they're hooking you up with.

Alright, that's all I got. Hope you haven't chucked this letter in the trash yet.

Catch you later,

Satan

Mammon:

A golden card, lavishly adorned with shimmering ornaments adorning its edges. Crafted from crisp, molten gold-hued paper. A delicate ribbon, flush with golden dust, cascades from its side, leaving a trail of particles with each brush against your skin. Nestled beside the card lies an open box of jewels.

My Esteemed Master,

Since your departure from Hell, I have found myself rather... what is the word I am searching for? Ah, yes, lonely. These past days, or perhaps decades. It almost felt like mere moments since you left for the human world.

I pen this letter because I find myself truly missing your presence, Master. Though you made your intentions clear from the start, and I fully understood them, your absence has left a void within me. Is the wealth not sufficient? Does the structure of my domain not meet your expectations? Or perhaps I have failed to fully satisfy you? At times, a thought plagued at the back of my mind—to carve your name into my flesh, to signify that I'm truly yours.

But- Forgive me for indulging in such thoughts, Master. I fear I may have become too forward. I simply cannot help but express the depth of my longing for you.

The time you spent here in Tartaros, though brief, was among the most enjoyable moments of my existence. I must confess, I have never felt such attachment to another being. Not even Solomon grow such sentiments from me. There is something about you that captivates me unlike any other. I vividly recall your first arrival in Tartaros; it was then that I knew you were a being worthy of becoming the master of the Monarch of Tartaros.

My apologies for my ramblings, Master. I found myself yearning to write more, but I restrained myself, knowing your preference for brevity. Nevertheless, I implore you to consider my words and understand that you are sorely missed here in Tartaros.

Yours faithfully,

Mammon

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hell-drabbles · 4 months

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So the Leviathan meme I sent you earlier got me a small brain rot. So Here we go-

Ever since your temporary stay in Hades, everything become much more hassles than it already is.

The king of this place, leviathan himself, seems to be infatuated by you for an unknown reason. It could be the usual 'you're the descendant of Solomon' or you simply didn't hold the same interest you have in him the way he is to you, even as he graciously welcomed your arrival with open arms, weird but who knows.

Upon the dark sky greets you from the enormous window, you long drift off to unconsciousness. everything became a white noise even the sudden creaking sound of your door getting opened, small, wet, and sloppy footsteps walking directly into your bed before climbing, although clumsily, into your bed and rolling into your chest.

Your breath started to ragged as if something just punched the air out of your lungs. Your eyes slowly flutter open as you adjust the darkness surrounding you, with only a small fading light coming from the window but even that is enough to see a looming silhouette akin to...

A circle???

Your hand instinctively reaches and wraps around the 'something', earning a squick of surprise and resistance, as you quickly sit up. Whatever the thing in your hand seems undoubtedly soft and squishy, although something at the top of its head seems hard and long. you almost mistake it for a plushie if it weren't for the constant trashing around, trying to get out of your grip, and a bunch of high-pitched squick.

You pull the curtains to the side, basking further in the light of the luminous orb as you finally see what is in your grip. It looks just like a plushie as you first thought it was, it had small stubby wings and a beak though, which reminds you of a baby duck so it's not a plushie. But the body is round and it has a pitch-black button-like eye that always almost makes it look serious, just like any normal plushies. Also, it has beige-colored hair and a pair of horns with a silver chain attached on both sides.

Kinda weird but it seems that accessories reminded you of something, or rather someone as only one devil you had known so far, had those in its head. Maybe it could be Leviathan's pet? He didn't seem the type to keep a plushie around, let alone something that looked like him. But it couldn't just be that this... thing freely just passed by around. This is not Gehenna nor Tartaros.

You thought was cut when another high-pitched sound was made. You abruptly let go, watching it fall and bounce against the sheets before hastily rolling back to your lap.

"Oi"

You reach your hand out again as you try to pry off the thing clinging to your lap, it responds with an incoherent squick that sounds like cursing as it slaps your hand away with its small wings. Remaining stubborn about staying on your side.

"Brat" you hiss, although no venom was bitten into it. You were amused, having this small creature try to act like it was above you.

"Fine, I let you stay here for tonight but I'm sure Leviathan will not be happy with a trespasser like you"

You already can imagine the chaos Leviathan is about to cause when he finally acknowledges something that not only looks like him but also manages to gain your attention.

I wanted to keep this as long as I could in my inbox but I must show the world this!

Rather than go to Leviathan and tell him of this fluffy trespasser, you went to grab some food first because your needs come before anyone else. Of course, this little creature had to come with you, though you eventually did stuff him in your pockets because you needed your hands to carry your stuff back to your bedroom.

Sure, sure there's a dining room but that place is too big and you're too irritated to handle morning chatter and whatever potential horny antics might come up just because you're eating.

Anyways, the little chick that stumbled into your room would not stop trying to climb out of your pocket, so you just unhooked the chain on his horns and forced them through a belt loop. Now he just hangs and swings about, flapping his wings as you brought your food back to your room.

You set your food down, your curtains already open to let the light in, and place the small bird thing on your table. Dizzy from the not so stable ride, the Leviathan look alike rolled on his side until he hit your bowl.

You sat down and the chick regained is bearings. When he tried to climb up your shirt, you put a finger on his head and pushed him down.

"No," you firmly said, "I'm eating. Sit and let me enjoy my meal."

And just to be sure he doesn't sneak off and do mischief elsewhere, you grabbed him and kept him in your fist. Though, not so tightly as to make his eyes pop out.

The chick cheeped and shrieked and you just squashed his head under your thumb. Only then did he finally quiet down.

About a minute later, you realized that you were actually suffocating him and him go with an "Oh shit."

The bird didn't roll this time. If anything, you can see the dissatisfaction in those beady black eyes. He pecked at your fingers until you had no choice but to put him in your vice grip. He pecked at your thumb and you squashed his head again.

Only then did you hear a satisfied sigh.

"The resemblance goes beyond looks, huh?"

Well, you learned something new today.

#admin #whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #drabble #writer: dyssey #reader insert #artist: dyssey

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skyeslittlecorner · 4 months

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Tails for all! - Kings edition

Satan

The most classic tail, simple elegance. Ankle-length, black, with a red arrow at the end, just like his horns.

At the base, it is as thick as the wrist and tapers towards the end.

Identical to the horns to the touch, set won in the lottery.

You'll recognize his emotions more easily by his tail than by his face, he wags it like a cat when he wants to make some noise and lifts it at the base when he's happy.

The end has rounded corners, making it resemble an elongated heart instead of an arrow.

Sensitiveness 8/10. Doesn't like it when someone touches him by surprise.

When he's in a good mood, he gives tail slaps instead of kicks. The nobles are delighted.

It's not sharp at the end, so he'll try to stick it inside you. It's smooth and slippery, an arrow produces milk just like horns, and it fits so good.

Mammon

Big tail for a big man. Long, winding along the ground, golden and scaled. Standard tip without decorations, at least as thick as Mammon's thigh at the base.

His tail and greed gave rise to the legend that dragons collect treasures.

The upper scales look like pure gold, the lower scales are black and resemble obsidian. The entire tail resembles flakes of stones and precious metals.

The scales are bumpy like his horns, but it has no spines or blades.

Surprisingly warm. The scales at the base are very large.

Sensitiveness 5/10. He really enjoys being scratched hard as you leave lighter marks on his scales from the pleasure.

He likes to put his tail in his lap and you on top of him and watch you grind against him while he plays with your ass.

Leviathan

Not much longer than Satan, but covered with scales. They are soft compared to Mammon and shimmer like smoky mirrors. At the base, it is as thick as two cupped hands, shimmering purple and black.

Its ending is unique. On land it has a long, soft fur, but when he approaches water he can wrap a thin layer of skin around it, making it membraneous and resembling and looking like a fin.

Similarly, it has tiny long fins on its sides. They are a bit sharp, so sometimes he hurts himself with them. (Kiss these wounds, he will criticize you but he will love it anyway.)

Due to childhood trauma, he learned to hide his tail, wrapping it under his clothes and only showing the tip. That's why many demons think his tail resembles that of a deer.

Very, very sensitive. 12/10. Proceed with care.

He loves playing with his fins, but of course he won't tell you that.

Just seeing his tail in all its glory is incredibly rare, and being choked with it is the greatest honor. Not even Solomon experienced it.

Beelzebub

rainbow unicorn tail narwhal tail insect abdomen A long tail, similar in thickness to Leviathan's, but does not taper towards the end. Black, with dark green lines on the sides and back.

As befits the Lord of the Flies, his tail resembles a pelecinus polyturator. Composed of segments like a scorpion. Shiny, slippery and very hard. Chitin.

Green stripes are not just decoration. He can pull out the blades from them, and whipping will easily cut off your limb. He can pull out a sting at the tip, each blade producing a paralyzing venom.

His whip is almost a mirror image of his tail, but with golden blades instead of green.

While the rest prefer to wrap their tails around their legs, its natural position is twisted upwards, also like a scorpion. When he feels uncomfortable, he can "blow out" his tail into a swarm of flies that follow him. After all, it is a deadly weapon.

Sensitiveness 2/10. He likes it because it gives him an advantage over you. Until you start scratching his skin at the base. He's all yours on his knees.

If he doesn't pull the stinger out, the tip is rounded and a little bulbous, but you won't notice until he's deep inside you.

Lucifer

Long and thick, almost like a Mammon, phenomenally beautiful, angelic white with golden reflections. Resembles a snake. It splits in 1/3 and has two ends.

If you get close enough to it, you'll see that the base is as red as its horn.

You'd expect it to feel like reptile scales, but it's more like smooth feathers. Soft, but only the top layer. When you press it, you feel that the core is iron-hard.

He has the same scar as on his chest above his tail, only smaller.

Sensitivness 6/10. Unlike others, instead of pleasure, he may suddenly be struck by pain. Take care of him.

That doesn't mean he won't use his tail against you.

He wants to see your tears when you have his penis in your mouth and the tips of his tail in both holes.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb mammon #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb lucifer #whb shitpost #I really miss them having tails so I'm going to give them all #Next time it's time for the nobles #Good thing I played OM a hundred years ago and I don't remember their demonic forms #You have no idea how much I resisted NOT to include Asmo here

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gatheringbones · 1 year

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best books of 2022 rec list:

fiction:

chouette by claire oshetsky

forty thousand in gehenna by cj cherryh

fierce femmes and notorious liars by kai cheng thom

sula by toni morrison

everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily r. austin

jane eyre by charlotte bronte

villette by charlotte bronte

non-fiction:

gay spirit by mark thompson

we too: stories on sex work and survival by natalie west

transgender history by susan stryker

blood marriage wine & glitter by s bear bergman

love and rage: the path to liberation through anger by lama rod owens

gay soul by mark thompson

between certain death and a possible future: queer writing on growing up in the AIDS crisis by mattilda bernstein sycamore

the man they wanted me to be: toxic masculinity and a crisis of our own making by jared yates sexton

nobody passes: rejecting the rules of gender and conformity by mattilda bernstein sycamore

cruising: an intimate history of a radical pastime by alex espinoza

gay body by mark thompson

what my bones know: a memoir of healing from complex trauma by stephanie foo

the child catchers: rescue, trafficking, and the new gospel of adoption by kathryn joyce

the opium wars: the addiction of one empire and the corruption of another by w. travis hanes III

a queer history of the united states by michael bronski

the trouble with white women by kyla schuller

what we don't talk about when we talk about fat by aubrey gordon

the feminist porn book by tristan taormino

administrations of lunacy: a story of racism and psychiatry at the midgeville asylum by mab segrest

the women's house of detention by hugh ryan

angela davis: an autobiography by angela davis

ten steps to nanette by hannah gadsby

neuroqueer heresies by nick walker

the remedy: queer and trans voices on health and healthcare by zena sharman

brilliant imperfection by eli clare

the dawn of everything: a new history of humanity by david graeber and david wengrow

tomorrow sex will be good again by katherine angel

all our trials: prisons, policing, and the feminist fight to end violence by emily l. thuma

if this is a man by primo levi

bi any other name: bisexual people speak out by lorraine hutchins

white rage: the unspoken truth of our racial divide by carol anderson

public sex: the culture of radical sex by pat califa

I'm glad my mom died by jenette mccurdy

care of: letters, connections and cures by ivan coyote

the gentrification of the mind: witness to a lost imagination by sarah schulman

skid road: on the frontier of health and homelessness in an american city, by josephine ensign

the origins of totalitarianism by hannah arendt

nice racism: how progressive white people perpetuate racial harm by robin diangelo

corrections in ink by keri blakinger

sexed up: how society sexualizes us and how we can fight back by julia serano

smash the church, smash the state! the early years of gay liberation by tommi avicolli mecca

no more police: a case for abolition by mariame kaba

until we reckon: violence, mass incarceration, and a road to repair by danielle sered

the care we dream of: liberatory & transformative justice approaches to LGBTQ+ health by zena sharman

reclaiming two-spirits: sexuality, spiritual renewal and sovereignty in native america by gregory d. smithers

the sentences that create us: crafting a writer's life in prison by Caits Messner

#book recs tag #83 in total the same as last year

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sparkbeast20 · 3 months

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You said you're taking requests. My request is a fic of the 4 WHB kings meeting for the first time as childhood friends. It's confirmed they ARE childhood friends in some comics and the Halloween event dialogue.

Or, you don't have to write them meeting. I just want a fic where they play together as children and become the best of friends.

Note: Oh boy... So here's the thing. I and other found out something about one of them and his past. And that might affect how I write this.

This might be spoiler for Leviathan's Bath card, Bloodshed card, and a bit of Satan's bath card.

Warning: Mention of Experimentation, Death (Though its minor characters), This is before Ch 5.

And Note that this is from a 18+ game, so Minors DNI

Some already treat him like a king, but Satan doesn't feel like it. All he wants to have fun!

Satan sneaked out from the palace and out of Gehenna. Making sure that he doesn't get caught.

He went to Tartaros to get Mammon, who just finished his lesson for the royal tutor.

He had to convince him to leave the palace, however he said no. Satan was about to yell at Mammon for being a kill joy when Beelzebub appear out of nowhere. He told Satan and Mammon that he was heading to an undiscover place of hell. And sway Mammon but telling him that there might be treasure there that he hasn't claim yet. And that was enough for the young king to join the other two.

Satan was happy, he was just going to ask them to play, but this new side of hell have him intrigued. All he knows was the only place in hell that he should go without an escort is Paradise Lost where there was rumors of a fallen angel there that is wondering around the area.

But this new place that Beelzebub found might be a new region that he hasn't seen before. He cheered and grab both Mammon and Beelzebub's wrist and literally drag them away from the palaces.

After a couple of hours of walking, Beelzebub lead them to the boarder of Tartaros.

"I say that this is this part of my region-"

"No, is not!!" Satan shouted and Mammon just ignore them.

Beelzebub who was in front just smirk as he enjoy hearing these two bickering, or more so Satan just yelling at the literal wall that is Mammon-

"We're here..." Beelzebub stopped and mutters, cause the two to pause and rush over to him.

There they saw a barren area where trees are dying and the ground is dry as bone.

Satan quickly rushed forward head, cause Mammon to sigh and follow him, Beelzebub chuckle then follow suit.

The three looked around, and all the see was dead trees, rocks, and bones of what they assume were animals-

"Those are too big for a bird." Mammon points to the side of the path to see four set of white feather wings.

"Angels are here... or more like they were here." Beelzebub's comments before walked over to the wings. He kneeled down, reach for the wings then brought to his face and start sniffing. "They smell fresh, as though these were ripped off from the body just hours ago"

"I think we should head back-" But before Mammon can finish his words. A sound of pain stopped him.

All three turn to the direction of the scream of pain. And than they all felt a strong pull towards that direction. As if it tell them that someone important is in danger.

The three start running.

As they got closer, they can hear the sound of wings flopping and laughter.

As soon they reach where the scream came from, they saw an angel with one of set of his wings missing, leaving his back bleeding, pinning a young devil to side of a giant boulder. Beelzebub glance to the side to see a dead angel close to the boulder. His wings were missing.

The angel laugh before his face twisted to a snarling one.

"You little brat! You think you can escape!" He scowl at the young devil as he tighten his hold on the devil's neck, choking the young devil.

He cough and gasped as he claw on the angel's hand on his throat, trying to pry the hand off.

Something snap in Beelzebub, he moved first and tackled the angel from the side. The angel let go of the devil.

Satan bit his hand hard cause it to bleed and he use his ability to construct a poorly made mallet and quickly attack the angel with Beelzebub helping him.

Mammon ran over to the devil who fell on his side "Hey, are you okay!" Mammon reach out to touch him, but his hand was swipe away by the devil.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" The young devil scowl, and glare at Mammon, his light, eyes that are neither white, brown nor gray eyes looks at into Mammon's golden eyes.

The next thing he knew it, Mammon felt the ground shook, the air felt thick and cold that send shiver down his spine.

Then a loud roar came from above, Mammon looked up and saw a dark void appeared above him and the devil.

He watch as something peek out of the void, it was a monstrous jaw of a creature he hasn't seen before. Mammon felt bother awe and fear.

Soon the creature lunges forward, luckily Mammon manage to duck.

Beelzebub who glance and saw the creature towards him, Satan and the angel. He acted quick and grab the angel by the arms and used his feet to kick the angel backward into the creature.

The thing opened it's open and swallow the angel before retreating back to the void.

It happen so fast that Satan didn't realize what happened.

He looked around and saw the void quick fade then look around and land his sight on Mammon and the other devil.

He stood up and rushed over.

Beelzebub observe the situation...

He never seen any other devil have that ability, not only that but he can feel a strong aura from the devil. The same aura he and the other two have...

Could it be? He thought before getting up and walked over.

"What was that!!" Satan yell as he kick Mammon to get up, but the future king of Tartaros isn't bothered.

"That was some power you got there." Satan whipped his head back and grind his teeth at Beelzebub's calm comment.

Then he turn and glare at the young devil, who in return glare at Satan.

"Who said that I did that, it could've been your friend-"

"You didn't know that you had that power... Didn't you..." Beelzebub mutters quietly, but the young devil heard him and close his mouth.

"I... I don't know... I never knew that I have this... " The young devil sat up and brought his knees close to his chest and hide his face.

Mammon got up, Satan tilted his head at the devil. And Beelzebub just stood there, stared at the devil... And with a better look, Beelzebub saw that his clothes are ripped, and blood on it too. The boy isn't even wearing any shoes.

Beelzebub didn't want to mention to the others, but he can smell the hint of potion on him, and he feel like he want to gag with how fault the smell is.

He heard stories of angels kidnapping young devils and do horrible experiments on them... Now, he can say that these are all true.

And this devil must have escape.

Before Beelzebub can finish thinking, Satan walked over to the young devil and kneel in front of him.

"As future king of Gehenna, I, welcome you" Satan smile as he offer his hand.

"I'm Satan."

The young devil peek and looked at the offered hand, stare before saying...

"I... Don't have a name."

Note: I wanted to be as vague as possible cause I want to stick with canon lore as possible.

And sorry for this request to be posted, My writing rot is killing me T^T

But I hope that I did this justice.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#what in “hell” is bad?#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad #whb #whb satan #whb mammon #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb fanfic

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y-rhywbeth2 · 3 months

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Fun things I'm slapping on my Durge as I fully lean into the outsider (evil/fiend subtype) category and the concept that Durge is/used to be Bhaal because if the writing can try and tell me that Wyll Ravengard is an actual devil despite bringing in none of the themes or consequences of what that means, nor treating him mechanically as anything but a regular human with horns, then whatever the writing says on the matter of outsiders vs mortals is 100% meaningless and I can do what the fuck I want:

A silver allergy (but they're reacting to the silver itself, not the traces of other metals in the alloy) A trait devils and bhaalspawn have in common is their weakness to silver (a metal associated with good and purity and etc). While that technically refers to damage reduction when injured, I like the idea that it also causes supernatural allergic reactions and causes burning/itching and hives and stuff.

Weirdly dark veins Going off that thing where Bhaalspawn blood may be black and viscous - I won't go that far, but the idea that it's weirdly thick and sticky and darker in colour than it should be sounds fun.

Black eyes, possibly including the sclera. Because I've always loved that particular dream from BG1 where Bhaal manifests as a raven: "You drop your gaze back to the water so as not to see [your foster father's corpse]. The raven is gone, but your own image remains. Your eyes are black, like those of a bird. 'Like father, like child,' the reflection says." (Logically, the average raven technically has dark brown eyes and white sclera, it's just that the iris is so much bigger. Whatever.) There's also room for the glowing molten-lava flames-of-Gehenna type eyes, courtesy of the Ravager avatar, but I feel that might be a touch melodramatic. I like my subtle creepy.

The ability to grow facial hair despite mechanically being an elf The Ravager has a beard; I can only assume Bhaal had one if he's putting them on his avatars. Vel likely won't grow a beard, but he can have the occasional 5 o'clock shadow as a treat.

Pallor Just drawing inspiration from the Slayer, which was a walking corpse, the dude just looks perpetually dead/ill despite his apparent good health (technically the Slayer is described as "ivory white" I'm just going to note that down as a flowery way to say "looks like it doesn't have a functioning circulatory system")

Instinctual knowledge of specific languages. Sort of like dragons and draconic sorcerers are born knowing draconic, and devils abyssal. As basically a minor reincarnation of Bhaal, Durge instinctively knows Netherese and Infernal (Bhaalspawn seem to align closer to devils in nature than any other outsider). Because I can and I want to.

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