Brothers Realize MC Is A Reincarnation Of Their Lover

Hello, could you do hc's for the brothers where they realize Mc is an reincarnation of their lover? They look uncannily similar, act the same, their personality is the same, every odd quirk and habbit is the same

Brothers Realize MC Is A Reincarnation Of Their Lover

LUCIFER

He doesn't know whether to loathe or like you.

In fact, if Lucifer closes his eyes or even glances at that photo hidden away in his drawer with a fake bottom; the demon is sure he won't be able to compose himself for long.

Not when someone with a staggering...resemblance to his lover comes as the human exchange student.

Even in hell, Father decided to torture him.

Why did your smile have to be eerily similar to them? Why did you have your tea with the exact sweetness that they preferred? Why did you kick him in your sleep during that 'sleepover'?

Merely a coincidence, he told himself. He didn't want to accept it, not when his heart was already in their hands.

But then you come along and make yourself known, setting fire in the demon's heart that he thought had long gone out. You give him tea and sit with him—bicker—like they used to. Bold and blunt.

He told himself it was nothing but a mere similarity, that it was nothing more than a coincidence, that your smile or your jokes had no connection to them, or that the way you brewed him tea and listened to his records and challenged him and loved him and laughed and d—

Futile.

Only when he sees that familiar mark on the nape of your neck, the exact spot where he placed his mark, a sigil, evidence of the relationship with them eons ago, only then is the Morningstar forced to confront reality.

It's them.

No, he corrects himself—it's you, you, a reincarnation, a lucky brush of fate or the thread that binds you two; something that brought you back to him.

"Do you remember me too, MC?"

MAMMON

His brothers called him a clingy demon.

They weren't wrong, to call him out on his inability to leave you alone even for a minute; for Mammon couldn't bear to not be by your side. They were wrong on the reason.

Maybe his brothers genuinely didn't remember, or even if they did, it would be cruel to get his hopes up, that there was even a slight chance that you were the person he lost many millennia's ago.

The demon tells himself that, too.

But that doesn't stop his behavior around you—already knowing your tastes in food and clothing, or the genre of movies that you would like to watch, or even the corny jokes he found himself chuckling at. Mammon finds himself reveling in the praise and love you bask him in, much like they used to.

It's almost like the old times.

Almost.

For you bear a resemblance to their features, their adorable quirk of patting his head whenever the demon was in the vicinity, of their penchant of getting into trouble and making reckless decisions—

Is he sure that you're...really you?

Is it....a reincarnation?

A nod of Lucifer's head and his soft smile tells Mammon all that he needs to know.

LEVIATHAN

Never should have gone out of the room.

This is what Levi concludes when he sees the human exchange student, and a part of him rejoices, but at the same time, it hurts so fucking much.

So, so much.

The demon slinks back to his room, shutting the door behind and doesn't come out for a whole week. Levi cries, the bass of the music drowns out everything, like screams in the ocean.

He doesn't look at you for a week, until you come to his room with a plate of food after he missed breakfast again. With that uncanny smile you hand him the tray and ask if you can watch some anime with him later.

Levi shuts the door in your face.

You get a reply later; a text, that visiting hours for his room will be only available to you.

When he watches his favorite shows with you, Levi doesn't focus on the screen. He focuses on you. It's creepy, but Levi is looking for someone he thought he had lost years ago.

And then he sees the recommendation for an anime where the protagonist is reincarnated on a quest and something in his mind flips.

And it's now crystal clear that you once knew Levi.

SATAN

He'd read about it in books.

The concept of reincarnation was familiar to Satan, and yet it was something he treated as a fairytale. For every time he opened that damned book it just added salt to his wounds—another reminder of his helplessness, of how the lovers in the book met again but he couldn't.

Until you emerged from the portal, bearing a striking resemblance to the person he once gave his heart to.

The smile on his face falters; but only for a brief moment, and he's back to his usual self. Satan glares at Lucifer when the former places a hand on his shoulder.

He tried to stay away, at first, but you were always so enchanting, pulling him into bliss.

The demon noticed how you preferred to pet a cat—firm scratches on the chin and a pat to the back, just like they did. That how your habit of waking up late and grumbling was similar to their's, or how you came to him with more books to read together.

Satan didn't want hope, at first.

For the possibility of it being just a mere coincidence is there, and it would be cruel to have that ray of hope taken away.

But reincarnations were fate, and was the resemblance coincidence or on purpose?

So many questions, yet no answers.

But then you came to his room on the night his wrath was overflowing, and grabbed his clawed hands and wiped the tears from his eyes. You calmed the storm, just like they had done.

And finally, finally, did Satan accept that it was destiny that brought you together.

ASMODEUS

He's used to seeing glimpses of you in strangers.

That one had your eyes, the other your smile, one copied the way you laughed. He'd bed them, invite them to his room and try to forget his sorrow and pretend that those strangers were you—if only for a brief moment.

But then you come along, a striking being to them; their personality, looks, habits—it's almost eerie.

Hearing your voice, the demon doesn't know what to do.

Asmodeus wasn't quite ready to accept that the human exchange student was someone he had known.

He acted the same, but distanced himself—never growing too close, fearing that the ray of hope in his mind was not true. That it was a delusion made by his desperate mind.

Until that night when he was drunk.

Too much Demonus, and he was stumbling into the house with messy hair and slurred speech. Given his hazy mind, it was predictable that the demon would start bawling the moment he saw you.

He hugged, begged and cried into your arms—glad that you've come back and that he missed you. That it had been too long.

Asmodeus remembers everything from the previous night.

Reincarnation, same soul—different body—was it possible? That you've come back to him?

Hearing your laugh, Asmodeus knows the answer.

BEELZEBUB

His hands instinctively reached out to touch the exchange student as soon as they emerged. And who could blame him? You were a splitting image of them; with those eyes and that smile that he treasured.

But you weren't..them.

Beelzebub found himself trailing after you, finding himself munching on food in places he didn't bother to remember, but the one thing he remembers is that you were always there.

Your presence was comforting.

Like that time when you took his bed after eating his custard, or protecting him from Lucifer's wrath, despite knowing that the Morningstar's anger alone could kill you.

He felt protected again.

Beel swore he won't repeat his mistakes again—that he couldn't afford to lose anyone anymore—that he'll protect until his last breath.

You were patient with him, just like they had been. Gave him snacks hidden in your bag and held his hand when the pangs of his stomach became too painful to endure.

In those moments, he could have sworn.

But now, Beel swears it's you, after seeing the mark on your soul, another magic experiment by Solomon.

It's you.

BELPHEGOR

He's surely going mad.

Belphegor was sure he had died when the human exchange student came up the stairs. That was the plan all along; play the human like a fiddle and get his revenge. Ruin the program and watch Diavolo's reputation crumble. Murder the cause for Lilith's death.

But then you wander up to his door and all words die on his tongue.

Belphegor got dreams after—of their face and presence—and seeing you pained the demon.

He wanted to reach out to them; touch them, cry in their arms, hold their heart in his hands just like he did eons ago.

But you weren't them. You were just..similar to them in physical features. So what if your smile matched theirs? So what if your laughter was the same? It didn't matter that you had the same sense of humor and quirks. All that mattered was sabotaging the damned exchange programme.

These things were always too good to be true, right?

So when now another dream plagues his mind, it's of the same laugh and the same voice—except that it's your face.

And in that moment, the demon understands.

But then Belphegor wakes up and sees the door is open and you're standing there. And the next step was to strangle the human; mock their humanity and throw them down the stairs.

How can he kill you?

How, how, how, howhowhowhow

Belphegor falls to the floor in tears.

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Praise Me?

A/N: Be a writing blog, they said, it'll be fun, they said. Next thing you know I'm swamped with graduate school and 100 different OC's that my mind decided to make. Long story short, this took far too long and I'm ashamed. I wanna dedicate this to @warm-meelk letting me rant to them as I as running out of ideas q wq Uhm, I'll post a pin of what I write and not write since I guess I'm taking requests. Anyways, enjoy my self indulgent shit. Warnings: Descriptions of gore, Emotional manipulation, implied cannibalism and just general no good bad behavior from the boys.

Demon culture is hard to grasp.

It wasn’t like good ol’ regular human culture. Sure there were some differences here and there but with enough practice anyone could work around them and possibly thrive.

But Devildom culture was another beast entirely.

Among all the dances, all the flirting, the parties and the cute touching moments, these seven demons didn’t fail to remind you that you were now the human master to the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.

And as your demons they had their own set of rules to obey.

As did you.

You put your backpack down and squat in front of the school bench, coming face to face with Belphegor as the other continues to sleep despite your face being a mere inches away from his.

“Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up.”

A smile appears on his face as he barely opens his eyes to look at you, instead giggling as he pretends to sleep on while you poke his cheek.

“I’m serious. We are supposed to be going home!”

“Mmmm...I’m perfectly comfortable here, though.”

Always the sweet talker, Belphie takes your hand and brings it close to his chest trying to pull you in as you laugh and try to pull your hand back.

“Come on MC, let’s just stay a little longer. I just made the bench comfy.”

“And where am I going to sit?”

The demon hums before sitting up and pointing at the seat next to him with a trademark shit eating grin.

“Here. So I can lay my head on your lap.”

At this point you can’t help it. You and Belphegor may have had a rocky start but he had deemed himself worthy to trust. Honestly, you never thought about it too hard. It was just family business after all, you had just been caught in the crossfire.

Not really, your brain fills in the gaps, you’ve been manipulated into believing him and had been promptly betrayed once your purpose was over…

But he apologized, right?

An apology from a demon. It was a big step.

You take your place and smile as the Avatar of Sloth’s hair now covers your lap. Soft and lush, Belphegor yawns again and makes himself comfortable while you run your fingers through his hair while closing your eyes and feeling a soft, cold breeze.

This wasn’t so bad...

A rough hand shakes you awake, knocking you out of your dream.

“Wake the hell up, human!”

Startled, you hold onto Belphie’s shoulders and look up at an angry looking demon, fangs out and ready to use as they point a finger at the bench.

“We’re trying to clean the school grounds and you’ve been loitering for an hour. Get out already!”

Oh. Oh! An hour? You fell asleep on a school bench for an hour!? Belphie was starting to rub off on you, wasn’t he? Your hands gently shake your demon awake while you give the other demon the most apologetic look you could.

“Belphie. You need to wake up.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Belphie we need to go!”

“I don’t wanna--!”

The demon speaks up again, getting closer and kicking right under the bench where your backpack was as hard as he could.

“Wake the fuck up already! Go and play with your human pet somewhere else!”

Belphie sits up slowly as you stand up and grab your backpack, wincing when you open it up and see the mess of books, notebooks and pencils now either bent, cracked or straight up destroyed.

“Dammit.”

Oh well, easy fix. These notebooks were easily replaceable and pencils you could get anywhere, book like this on the other hand would be a bit--

“...Did they do that?”

You jump as you feel Belphegor looking over you, bringing your backpack close to you and hiding it from view. He frowns at your actions before tugging the backpack out of your grip and looking inside, face devoid of any emotion as his gaze goes from the item in his hand to the demon now glaring at you both.

“Belphie. Come on. They need to clean.”

He growls. “They ruined something of yours.”

“It doesn’t matter I can just replace it, let’s go--”

Your demon moves faster than your words, Belphegor’s snarl ringing loud in your ears despite how far he is away from you. The lesser demon barely has time to react as Belphegor grabs him by the back of the head in full demon form and yanks him back onto the bench, his bright blue nails now far larger than you’ve ever seen them before as they dig deep into the scalp of his victim.

Belphegor grabs your backpack and empties it out, your belongings clattering onto the floor as he tilts the demon’s head back with one hand while the other starts bunching up your backpack into a small ball of nothing but zippers and strings.

In your head you are already yelling at Belphegor to stop but your brain is screaming at you to run away as fast as you can while your legs don’t respond to any of the distress signals and remain locked in place, forcing you to watch as the demon scratches at Belphegor’s skin but fails to do any damage as the hand holding his head now moves to his mouth and forces it open with a sickening crack.

“AHHHH! AHHHHHH!”

“You were acting so high and mighty before.” Belphegor grins as he stuffs the bag into the demon’s mouth. “What’s wrong? Did you think I would let you walk away from ruining my master’s things?”

The demon scratches his throat when Belphegor pushes the bunched up ball deeper into their throat, a gasp escaping you as you see the outline of some of the zippers pressing right against the inside of their skin and threatening to pop out.

“Haha, I never knew scum could talk. Maybe if I shove this far enough down your throat and then pull it out, I’ll rip out your vocal cords as well. Then my master won’t have to hear your ugly voice--”

It’s pushing. Whatever is getting lodged in that demon’s throat is pushing to get out and you can almost see their nose bleeding from the pressure that is being created as their hands slowly stop moving and one of them falls limp--!

“BELPHIE STOP!”

The words die in your throat as Belphegor’s hand is wretched out of the demon’s mouth, the bag now lodged in their throat as their fingers twitch against the now half destroyed bench. The Avatar of Sloth looks down at the demon before looking back at you, shoving him down so that they hit the ground with another sickening crack.

He smiles as he stands in front of you, your eyes looking at anywhere but him as Belphie waits a couple more minutes before clearing his throat.

“MC.”

You can only make a noise, it’s almost like you are trying to hold back from swallowing your tongue. He calls your name again before letting out a quick ‘oh’ and smiling as he pats your head.

“That’s right. You have no idea how to be a master. Haha, I forgot.”

His smile is soft compared to angry trails of blood running down his arms.

“Here.”

It takes every single ounce of your self control to not slap him away when he grabs your hand, Belphie leaning down to press your palm on the top of his head just like you had been doing before.

“You need to praise me...or else I’ll feel neglected...”

He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“And do something much worse.”

Praise? He wanted praise? For almost killing--no--he had just killed another demon in front of you in cold blood for something as simple as some ruined books! Your eyes actively refuse to look at the corpse a couple of feet away from you as your hands continue to run through Belphie’s soft hair, the shock leaving you to mutter a few words that you thought would be enough to satiate your demon’s bloodlust and keep you safe.

“Good...Good job Belphie…Thank you.”

Your demon smiled, letting out a soft hum as you two walked hand in hand back to the House of Lamentation.

He had a nap to catch up to.

“You’ll like it.”

A bat’s eyes stares up at you as you do your best to not stare back.

“MC, just give it one bite.”

You give the sandwich in your hands a squeeze and see the eyeball pop out--

“Nope. Sorry Beel. That's just….this isn’t for me.”

Beel bumps you lightly as you both walk down the rather busy Devildom street, people walking around with several prime Devildom snacks as the food trucks behind you work overtime to try and feed all of the hungry demons that were patiently waiting their turn. It was rather sweet of your demon to invite you to one of his few lesser known hang out spots, one even his brothers didn’t know about, so they wouldn’t know about Beel eating half of these food trucks out of house and home.

Turning around, you look at the two food trucks that closed down already due to being labeled as Beel’s favourite.

Those poor souls, well at least they get their food’s worth in cash with how much Grim Beel was throwing at them to get the food out faster. The memory made you giggle as you hand the bat sandwich to Beel and look for something else to eat--

“Oh--”

A large hand tugs you back as a demon speeds past you with cash in hand, your back pressing against Beel's chest as he looks down at you in worry.

“Don’t stray too far away from me, MC. I don’t want to lose you.”

The little flip flop your heart makes feels light and fluffy, a smile creeping up on your face as you nod and hold out your hand for him to take, Beel smiling as you two walk down the busy street to make your way back home.

Until you sniffed the air.

Your eyes turn to the direction of the delicious smell, your stomach growling as you tug on Beel’s hand and point to the only thing that seemed edible for a human person.

A popcorn stand.

Purple eyes shine as Beel repays the favor and tugs you towards it, a Little D running the concession looking up at you two and grinning as he sees Beel.

“Finally! Been waiting for the star of this whole show to notice me!”

“Aren’t you popular~?”

Your hand pokes Beel’s side but the demon is already drooling at the mouth, holding up one finger as he looks down at the very simple menu.

“One gargantuan bucket of popcorn with Devilcheese topping and chupacabra butter drizzled on top--”

“Please.”

Beel nods, realizing he almost forgot his manners.

“Please.”

“Coming right up!”

The Little D takes out a rather big bucket and starts filling it out, Beel’s eyes not once straying from the deliciously warm, popped kernels entering the bucket as you take your time to look at the rest of the concession stand. As much as you would love to eat some of the popcorn with Beel, your hand was most likely at risk if it ever came near the vicinity of Beel and his food.

Besides, your demon would most likely finish that in 5 minutes flat.

So you scan the other items in front of you before shrugging and deciding on a small bag of pre-popped popcorn. This was more your speed anyway.

“Oh and can we also get--”

The bag gets snatched away from you quickly as another demon stands beside you, slamming down a couple of Grim on the counter as he makes quick work of the snack. You can’t help but stare as the demon grabs a handful and starts eating, his eyes meeting yours once he finally felt you staring.

“...did you want this, human?”

The question isn’t asked with any apology or remorse. It’s almost as if he is daring you to say something. Something inside you wants to call out to Beel to come help you deal with the less than savory Devildom interactions but you had 6 months left in this program...you needed to learn to stand up for yourself!

“No.”

And by standing for yourself you meant saving your own ass.

With a grin, the demon laughs and throws a piece of popcorn at you.

“Good answer. At least you’re a human who knows their place.”

The piece lands on your jacket, your eyes rolling as you wipe it off and turn back to look at Beel.

CRACK

Despite the sickening bone crushing sound as a spray of something flickered past your vision, nobody in the street seems to pay any attention to the now screaming demon behind you. You slowly turn around, looking down at the other demon now prostrated at your feet as the bag of popcorn was in Beel’s left hand--

And the demon’s arm was on his right.

“Order up--oh.”

The Little D blinks at the sight before frowning as he snaps his fingers at you, the demon’s screams now replaced with angry snarls and cries as Beel keeps holding him down onto the pavement. You put a hand over your mouth at the black blood now pooling under him and move away when the puddle starts growing outwards to you, your stomach churning and losing any sort of appetite you could have had at the sight.

“Hey human. I don’t care if one of your demons does this but mind taking it somewhere else? It’s going to wreck my shop.”

Wreck his--someone’s arm had just been ripped off!

Your eyes look to see if someone, anyone, was paying attention but the only thing you could seem to find were a couple of passing glances here and there as the rest of the Devildom went about its day despite the horrifying scene playing out next to them.

“Well?”

The Little D speaks up again.

“Aren’t you going to call him off?”

Beel’s usual friendly face is replaced with a calm anger as he stares down at the arm in front of him with a tentative look. He brings it close to his mouth, a similar string of saliva running down his lips as he opens his jaw---

“BEEL!”

He stops, eyes going back to stare at the way your legs were shaking and how much you were holding back from throwing up due to the smell of demon blood mixed with buttery popcorn.

“Scum like you aren’t worth eating.”

The Avatar of Gluttony drops the arm close to his victim, the demon quickly grabbing it and scampering off as you watch the droplets of black follow in his quick steps. You lean against the concession stand and put a hand over your heart as you try to calm yourself down and to get the bile in your throat to go back to where it belonged.

“MC.”

You jumped when you heard Beel calling out to you, your demon smiling as he took your hand and handed you the bag of popcorn you no longer wanted.

“This is the one you wanted, right?”

It was slimy. The popcorn inside was clearly not affected by the blood now sticking to the bag and your fingers.

“Beel...”

“Or did you want some of mine? If it’s with you I’ll always share.”

That wasn’t the issue! He had just ripped another demon’s arm off and he was going to eat it--!

Beel calls out your name once again, smiling as he gets closer and looks down at you expectantly. You both look at each other for a good three seconds, the longest three seconds of your life, before the demon picks you up so that your backside is perched on his arm. A part of you was still willing to complain and demand that he get you down but he takes one of your hands and puts it on his cheek, kissing your palm while his tongue licks up some of the blood that had dried between your fingers.

“Did I do good?”

You can’t answer, the only thing you can do is watch as he presses another kiss to your hand.

“I heard human masters praise their demons when they do good…”

He nibbles on your thumb.

“Aren’t you going to praise me, master?”

A tongue licks right under your fingernail, trying to get to every nook and cranny almost as if he was savoring you--

“Y--Yes!”

Beel’s face lights up as he looks at you, eyes softening and bringing back the Beel you knew as you rub your thumb lightly across his cheek and do your best to swallow back the bile threatening to gargle its way up your throat once more.

“Thank you Beel...thank you.”

The touch of a master felt so nice, Beel thought, that it almost made it worth not eating what he had craved for in such a long time. But he was satiated with just this--the demon’s blood on your fingers tasted better than any topping he could think of.

“MC~!”

You laugh as you feel Asmo wrap his arms around you and tug you close, the music thumping in your ears as Solomon chuckles at the image you two make. It had been a rough week for Asmo with the launch of his new perfume line, the plans he had for his pop up stores and then the collaboration he wanted to do with Majolish that was almost late in its release--but somehow it had all finished right on time in what had to be the longest five days in your life.

Being a celebrity in the human world was hard, you thought, but being a celebrity in the Devildom was much harder when you had to do most of the collaborations and testing of products yourself.

Maybe that is why Asmo brought you along, you guessed. In a way, you were providing him with emotional support and praising him every step of the way whenever he managed to get one thing done and immediately move to the other.

There were no breaks this whole week, either for you or for him, so coming to the Fall after the announcement of the collaboration with Majolish was like the cherry on top of a pretty piled up ice cream sundae.

Asmo lets out a happy hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a loud smooch as he settles into the backrest of the seat.

“Everything got done on time! I can’t believe those jerks at the perfume company thought to move up the launch to Monday when they knew that I would also be talking to the palette company the same day! I gave each and every one of those executives my calendar! It’s like they can’t even read…”

Solomon shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, looking out into the sea of bodies on the dance floor dancing along to the music.

“You are becoming increasingly popular lately, Asmo, maybe they just wanted to get the launch done soon so they could start another project with you.”

The Avatar of Lust sighs and leans against you, cuddling close as you run a hand through his hair instinctively.

You’ve been doing this two or three times for the past five days so it's almost become second nature.

“I understand that they do want to get me into as many ad campaigns as possible, but if that is cutting into the time I spend with MC then they can just wait.”

His eyes shine when he looks at you, your heart picking up in speed as he leans closer.

“Right, MC? You’re all mine tonight?”

You can’t help it, Asmo has been working hard and you knew he thrived off attention so you just answer without thinking.

“As long as you don’t tell the other’s about it...I’m all yours.”

Asmo’s squealing and his arms wrapping around you cover up the worried look Solomon sends your way--

Only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“Asmodeus?”

It’s hard not to stare at the pretty demon in front of you. She is wearing a beautiful dress that shows off every asset from her hips to her chest, making it hard to concentrate on just one thing as she sends Asmo a shy smile. Her wings twitch lightly, letting you see the way the inside skin of her bat-like wings caught the neon lights and made them shine even more.

You still hadn’t gotten used to seeing succubuses and it showed.

Your demon unwraps himself from you and sits up straight, the other sitting down beside him and subtly pulling him close to whisper something into his ear. He nods and lets her go, the demon waving at him and heading out to the dance floor as Asmo starts stepping out of the booth the three of you occupied.

You can't help but ask.

"What did she say?"

Asmo takes out a pocket mirror and fixes his hair.

“She wanted to dance. I think I saw her at the pop up store today so she’s most likely a fan.”

He snaps the mirror shut and sends a wink your way.

“I’ll see you two in a bit~! Don’t miss me too much, okay?”

Solomon waves goodbye as you watch Asmo get lost in the crowd, sighing as you let yourself relax.

“He certainly kept you busy.”

You chuckle and put your drink down, eyes staring at the demons losing themselves to the song.

“I didn’t mind...it was nice to see him work so hard on something he was passionate about. I never see him try this hard at RAD so I didn’t know he had such a work oriented attitude when it came to stuff like his product line. Especially when it comes to organizational skills.”

Solomon snorts.

“Did you see his face when one of the demons tried to stock the facial cream right next to the body wash in the store? I thought he was going to have a breakdown.”

Both of you laugh at the surreal memory as the music slows down to a smooth and intimate beat.

“MC.”

“Hm?”

Swirling his drink in the glass, Solomon's voice gets serious as he speaks up again. “How much praise have you been giving Asmo lately?”

What...kind of question was that? Did he mean how much you had been praising Asmo this week or as a whole?

“A regular amount?”

There was Monday when you praised him with dealing with such a short notice change to the plans, Tuesday when Lucifer caught him trying to sneak away from RAD in order to talk to some other company that wanted to work with him and he ended up coming back to RAD instead, Wednesday was a day full of praise because you got to see Asmo’s work ethic first hand with the pop up store as well as how nice he had been to his fans, Thursday and Friday sort of blended together---

“You may want to cut it back.”

The beat drops low as the music gets more intense, the bodies on the floor grinding against each other as Solomon puts his drink down and makes an effort to look you in the eyes.

“Asmo hasn’t had a master like you before. You tend to be free and open with your affection and to a demon that is--”

“Sol, I'm not their master. I'm their friend. ”

You didn't want to explain this to Solomon again. The title of master was so pretentious, just because you shared a pact with the seven Lords of Hell didn't mean you could boss them around! And you didn't want to order them around in the first place!

The brothers were your family, Asmo was your family and you'd be damned if anyone tried to put you in a level above them.

Surprise is the first reaction you see in his eyes before Solomon concedes and drinks the rest of his cocktail, gently placing the glass down and sending you an understanding smile.

"The brothers really got lucky when they got you, didn't they? A human who is kind even to a demon."

He taps the table with his hand and stands up, a hand going up to stop you when you copy his movements.

"I'm sure Asmo will want to keep you here for a bit more. I think I can make my way to Purgatory Hall by myself."

Well, now you feel bad.

Solomon knew more than you on the matter of demons and pacts but you knew how to handle the brothers now. You’ve been with them a full year, that’s enough to know a person’s inner workings. You could handle Lucifer at his crankiest, Mammon at his craziest and Satan at his angriest. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to know more about pacts, it’s just that what you had with the brothers, what you had with Asmo, went beyond that--

Your view of the club is cut off as you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.

"Guess who?"

Fight and flight instincts are subdued when you recognize the voice, your body relaxing and smiling as you touch the demon’s hand to pry it away--only to feel something warm and wet covering his skin.

"Asmo?"

"Ding! Ding!"

It's strange how quickly you’ve come to recognize the smell of demonic blood. The brothers had done their best to hide that side of the Devildom for you but you caught glimpses of the violence here and there. It was a demon’s nature, you supposed, but the strong odor always made your eyes tear up.

So having the smell so close to you now, it was making you dizzy and keeping you rooted to your spot.

"Oh? MC you are all tensed up--ah."

The tilt in his voice changes as Asmo pulls his hands away so you could blink away the spots dancing around your eyes.

"Do I smell bad, MC?"

You waste no time standing up, turning around and then walking behind the booth, pupils shrinking as you see the black liquid running from Asmo's arm all the way to the very tip of his fingers. Whatever isn't soaked up by Asmo's jacket drips onto the floor, each drop heavy and messy as they littered the flashing floor.

"I probably do to a human, huh? The feeling alone is disgusting--"

"Asmo what happened?!”

Why was he bleeding so much? There were no cuts in his jacket and he didn’t seem to be freaking out. Did something happen in the dancefloor, had someone tried to attack him--why wasn’t he more alarmed!? You stop investigating his arm when Asmo coos at you as he takes your hand and intertwines it with yours.

“Always so cute~ Are you worried for me, MC?”

“Yes?! Did you get into a fight--?”

“Shush shush.”

A blood stained finger taps your lips, Asmo letting out a sly grin as he leans close to whisper into your ear.

“It isn’t mine, darling, you don’t need to worry so much.”

Your hands try to tug away from his when he speaks but he keeps you close, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he forces your attention on his voice and his voice alone.

“The succubus I was dancing with? She was a bit...rude. I don’t know why she started making such accusatory comments about you keeping me all to yourself and not letting me pay attention to my fans, but she just let her mouth run anyway. She started saying such mean things about you, MC, I just couldn’t take it.”

He lets out a happy sigh, as if satisfied with the decision he had taken as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“So I just ripped one of her wings off to warn her. I didn’t think she’d spray this much out--ruined my entire outfit.”

Asmo presses a kiss to your neck as you try to pull away again but can only budge from his hold as he starts swaying you to the music.

“Asmo--”

“Hehe, I did a good thing, didn’t I? What is it Levi says? I protected your honor?”

His fingernails seem to almost dig into your back, your body now barely feeling like yours as you let Asmo move you side to side as the music switches to a love song from the human world.

“So shouldn’t I get some praise, master?”

You can’t breathe. It’s not just Asmo pulling you close as you feel yourself sag in his arms with how tightly he is holding you, you can’t breathe because of his confession and just how stupid you could be.

Solomon didn’t praise Asmo as much, in fact he was stricter with Asmo than the other demons you knew he had a pact with, and you had just blown off any sort of advice because you thought that you and the brothers were the same.

“Masteeeer~ Tell me something good...please~”

His words are no longer coherent but just mumbles as you feel him breathing you in as the music grows louder and louder and his grip grows tighter and tighter.

Asmo grins as he feels two hands embrace him, burying your face in his chest as you let him move you in whatever way he wants.

“...thank you...thank you for protecting me…”

He lets out a pleased sigh as he feels your arm rub his back up and down, his mouth opening up to lick and bite at the skin you were so carelessly letting him be so close but stopping himself. It wouldn’t make sense to worship his master with all this blood on one side of him. Words of praise were enough for now.

Once they get back to the House of Lamentation, he’ll ask for a different kind of reward~

Demons do not necessarily have to please their masters but the stronger the connection the stronger the need to make their devotion shown. It is important that the connection between a demon and their master stays one of giving and taking. If the balance is shifted, the human or the demon may lose control of the pact entirely, leaving the remaining party to act irrationally. Just remember:

Your master is temporary.

What exists between you and your master is temporary.

Humans stay with humans, demons stay with demons.

You read the passage a couple more times and then take a peek at the blonde in front of you, blinking when you see Satan meeting your eyes. Both of you look at each other before he breaks first, smiling as he puts his book down and speaks up.

“How are you holding up?”

Looking down at your notes, you blink at the lack of writing on the page. You two had been studying here for an hour for your Pactology exam but your eyes had just been stuck on that passage since you first opened the book. You weren’t going to be forward enough to say that Satan was in love with you but you could admit that the feelings between him and you had certainly grown.

“I’m good just...studying, you know?” In fact, it had been that way with all of the brothers.

You weren’t necessarily friends but also not necessarily lovers. All of it was just a convoluted mess that all of you preferred to not give a name because of just how complicated it was.

Yet Satan had always been a bit more straightforward with you.

The rather direct straight messages, the always polite yet flirty attitude, the secret glances he thought you wouldn’t notice that used to make you laugh but now they made you worry.

Were you being too lenient?

The book was set up as a case study so there were some pages filled with stories about demons who had done atrocious things in order to please their masters in the name of 'love'. Some demons had killed entire royalty lines while others had topped over governments and kingdoms. It wasn’t necessarily spoken as if it was a bad thing, what a demon did when they were in love, it was just spoken as a sort of ‘warning’ that most demons should be the level headed ones in the pact relationship.

Lest they wish to be subjugated to a unilateral pact rather than a bilateral one, all for 'love'.

But maybe you didn't need to worry about that? The stories they spoke of were of some sort of twisted devotion a demon could have for their master! The brothers weren’t devoted to you like that. Satan still teased you from time to time and he knew you were still working your way around having seven pacts. Why would he be devoted to a human like yourself? Why would any of them be devoted to you in such a way!

You close the book as your demon comes to sit down next to you, Satan putting an arm around your chair and sliding closer so he could look at your notes. He hums at the blank pages before smiling and opening the book back up, scanning the index for a moment before tapping one line and flipping to the correct page.

“The test is going to be handwritten so you have to make sure you can explain this case in detail--” He flips back a couple pages, not noticing you looking at him as he clicks his tongue when he finds it.

“And this one as well. If you know these two by the time the test rolls around you should be fine, these are the professors favourite cases so they are bound to be on there--"

“Satan, how do you feel about me?”

Surprised wouldn't begin to cover what he looks like. Satan pulls away slightly to get a better look at you and then smiles as he tucks a stray piece of hair over your ear.

"Why the sudden question?"

You can't help but blush, he always acted like this even in public. Were you enabling him, maybe, by letting him do this? But it felt so nice--

"Just...want to know, you know?

Satan nods before flipping a couple of pages on the book and stopping on the page you were reading. He takes a couple of seconds to scan the words.

"Humans stay with humans...demons stay with demons."

He blinks and looks at you, his eyes fixated on every involuntary twitch as the library gets even more quiet.

"Do you believe this, MC?"

You look at Satan and then back to the book.

"What do you mean?"

His expression softens as he clears his throat.

"Well some of these books were written a very long time ago and times change. Just like the Devildom changes. Look at us, we have a library now. One with computers and everything."

"And not one with typewriters?"

Both of you laugh, the mundanity of it all setting in as you feel yourself relax. It was the same back in the human world, afterall. Things changed, people changed, everything was in a constant state of change so why shouldn't the Devildom experience the same thing?

You weren't doing anything wrong.

"I'll find a newer version then--"

"No need. The notes I took should be enough. Besides--"

Satan scoots even closer and leans over the table to grab his notebook, smiling as his hand grabs your shoulder and brings you closer to him.

"We can just study like this. Since we are at the library we should be keeping quiet."

With renewed confidence, you smile and lean against his shoulder as the hand on the back of your chair pulls you in closer to press a kiss on your cheek. The next few minutes are spent doing nothing but whispering to each other about the exam and several other questions you might have had before Satan mentions something about grabbing a book he needs and how you just needed to sit tight.

Your eyes had to stop staring at so many pact symbols so the break was highly welcome.

Rubbing them with your hands, you miss the demon standing up and walking towards your table.

“...human.”

The tone is stern but surprisingly polite, making you pay attention quickly as you greet the demon with a slight head nod. They take a minute to look at you up and down before speaking again.

“Listen...I really don’t mean to sound rude but I really don’t think you should be doing this outside.”

You blink and look around you, trying to find the clear social violation you had crossed, which only made the demon roll their eyes and tap their finger on the table to bring back your attention.

“I meant the affection, human. I understand that Lord Satan is proud or whatever of having you as his master but that sort of praise should be kept private. If you want to subjugate your demon like that, please do so where none of us can see---”

The liquid that hits your face is warm, disgustingly warm, that you immediately put a hand over your eyes and hiss at the small stinging sensation it seems to be leaving behind. A scream, far too close to you, makes you jump from your seat as you rub at your eyes furiously with your sleeve in order to see what had happened...or what was possibly attacking you.

You don't waste a second, you immediately react with your first instinct.

"Satan!"

Your blood was pumping, your face was warm, every single hair on your body was standing on end as you finally rub and blink away the thing that was blinding you--

Only to be met with Satan's eyes shining as they look at you, a smile on his face while preening at the fact that you had called out his name, not once caring about the eyeball he was now holding in his hand and the demon kneeling in front of him gripping at the blood and skin that was now pooling and dripping down their face and to the floor while hazardously, screaming bloody murder.

“MC…”

Satan’s breathing is heavy as he throws the eye off to the side, smiling as he ignores the demon bleeding out on the floor in favor of taking care of you.

“What a shame, it got you all dirty.”

He takes a handkerchief from his pocket while his other hand went to delicately touch your chin--

Only to blink when you step away from him, his hand hanging in the air as he looks at you. You open your mouth to speak about what he had done, to give any sort of reprimand or punishment but the anger in your demon’s eyes as he smiled and tried to reach out for you again kept you from saying anything and only letting you close your mouth as his hand tilted your chin up.

“I was right. We should have just studied in my room. You shouldn’t have had to deal with someone like them.”

You can only stare at him in horror as he cleans away the blood slowly, licking his lips before leaning down to give your now clean cheek a brief peck.

“Aren’t you happy I was here to protect you, MC?”

Your eyes darted down to the demon on the floor, picking themselves up and running out of the library as everybody else continued working in silence, as if only a mild inconvenience had happened that had barely disrupted the atmosphere of the library.

“I did a good job, didn’t I? Getting them away from you..”

Why did no one help them? Why did no one stop it?

“You even called out to me.”

Your heart stops as your demon takes your hand and presses his lips to your knuckles.

“What sort of praise will you give me, master?”

Oh.

No one stopped him because that was your job.

The text flashes in your head, a note you had also forgotten to jot down. You do not need praise from your master.

Humans do not realize it but their praise, due to the pact's effects, gives a sense of calm that is not present in a demon’s nature and can keep a demon subjugated and even persuade them to make the pact permanent. A demon will find themselves seeking out that praise indefinitely, leading to irrational acts of violence that aren’t stated in the pact and an increase in a demon’s possessive nature towards their master if praise isn’t given often.

Keep a level head and remember, you work for you and not for them.

Satan smiles as he feels your fingers on his cheek, wiping the blood away slowly as you try to continue the action despite the small thrum of pain on your thumb as you touched the now drying black blood.

“You did good...thank you…thank you Satan.”

It’s like he can breathe again, your demon thinks, with the way you are touching his hair and looking up at him. You looked so helpless and how could he possibly ignore such a cute look? He takes your hand and helps you pick the stuff strewn across the table, tutting at the mess the bug dared to leave behind on the notebooks.

But it didn’t matter now, his room was a lot quieter and a better place to study anyway.

If he and his master ended up studying at all.

FALL INTO DESPAIR!

You sigh as your fingers move against the controllers, your character gliding on the screen as they did their signature move and jumped back onto the platform with great ease.

Good thing this was just the practice stage, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have made that smooth a-jump if you were playing against Levi.

Another sigh escapes you as you look at the door.

Where did Levi even go?

What was the point of playing a new game if he wasn't around to tell you every single detail about it? That was the first reason you had bought Demonic Gear anyway, to laugh as Levi complained or praised a certain feature in the game.

This game specifically had been one Levi was extremely hyped to buy, even inviting you to wait with him outside one of the few game stores the Devildom had opened for the release.

The experience itself was one you had to take part in, Levi insisted as he dragged you outside, one that would take a normie like you and turn them into a hardcore gamer.

Which you honestly couldn't care less about.

You just liked seeing him excited.

Was it silly to say that it also got you excited as well? Levi tended to share everything with you when it came to his interests that it made it hard not to get excited as well.

And with how often Levi tended to put himself down for having no friends, inviting you to something he enjoyed was probably the biggest test of friendship he could give you.

One, you would like to say, you barely passed.

You look at your fingers on the controller, frowning as you tap 'A' to restart the match.

Waiting in line with Levi had been a good experience like you thought, he had a backpack full of snacks and even warmers for your pockets so that your hands wouldn't get cold.

It was cute when you offered to hold hands inside your jacket pocket so that he also wouldn't feel cold, Levi nearly dropping a full chip bag in surprise as he sputtered about how he needed to keep himself bright and alert in case the doors opened early--!

Only to mutter in a low voice how he wouldn't mind doing it for a few minutes, just as long as you paid attention as well.

You smiled and let his hand intertwine with yours while huddled close, smiling whenever you felt him squeeze down just to prove that this was in fact real.

Maybe that had been your first mistake.

The doors had opened earlier than they had advertised, people immediately rushing in as the line moved fast and hazardously--

"Move over, human trash!"

It was fast, whatever the demon did to make you trip, but you barely could pull your hand away as you felt yourself about to fall--

"MC!"

Levi's hands were rough as he caught and pulled you away from the sea of people, hugging you tight to his chest as the demons in line quickly shuffled into the store and out with their copies in hand.

By the time you two were able to go in, there wasn't a single copy left.

The walk back home had been quiet, a look of guilt on your face as you tell him that the moment a new shipment came you would go back and buy it yourself--

But Levi just said it wasn't your fault and that he was just happy he got to hold your hand.

You insisted on going to his room and playing a different game but Levi asked you to just wait for him there, stating that there was something he needed to do before he could be worthy to stand by your side again.

That line alone made you worried. He only talked like this when he was really upset about something.

Without waiting one second, you run to his room and search up the game on the online store. Levi was planning to spend this amount anyway so it didn’t matter whether you purchased it online or as a physical copy, right!

Who were you kidding? It mattered to him...and so it mattered to you.

“Maybe I can reserve a copy now? Surely the shipment will arrive soon--”

“MC?” You jump up and put the remote down on his chair, smiling as you turn around to at least tell him about how you got him a consolation prize--!

Yet your gasp interrupts any sort of good news that you could give, almost tripping over yourself as you watch a small drop of blood drip off from Levi’s nails, the rest matted to the clothes of his demon form as he gave you a small smile.

“Levi!” All your thoughts are on immediately making sure he isn’t hurt, going to reach for his arm--but feeling your hand stopped by his as he immediately gets down on one knee.

“I took care of them, Master.”

“...what? Levi--”

“The rats that tried to hurt you.”

He looks up and you feel yourself back away, the hand grabbing yours tugging you back slightly as you look away from him. Levi had never looked so focused, his eyes never once breaking eye contact with yours as he switched from grabbing onto your hand to holding it with both of his hands.

“I saw their faces...the ones who did something so unforgivable. My instincts had told me to get rid of them right that instant but my Master needed my protection first.”

Levi presses your hand to his cheek and closes his eyes.

“But I followed their scent afterwards, the sick scent they had left behind on you when they got too close. They hadn’t even gone straight home to play the game they had stolen from us--they were just bragging...bragging about their foolish attempt to hurt you.”

He smiles as his hold gets tighter.

“But a fool always gets what a fool deserves.”

You remembered that line. The fourth book from the TSL series, the line the Lord of Shadows whispers to Henry before killing off one of the Lord of Fool’s messengers who had been sent to take Henry away. You remember Levi talking about how that book nearly had not been printed because of such a graphic detail on the description of the murder, revealing a side of the Lord of Shadows that fans may not have seen before…

The quiet and reclusive Lord, ripping the arm of the messenger clean off before proceeding to gouge out the inside of the stump with just his nails, the messenger only being able to scream in pain as the viscera gathered in a pool of meat and blood right next to his feet--!

Your hand twitches in realization as the blood burns your skin slightly, like when you put it far too close to the stove when it was clear that you needed to pull away.

“And better news yet, I reaped their spoils for you...for us…”

He shakily presses your hand on his head, his smile getting wobbly as a small trace of saliva slowly drips down the side of his lips.

“S--So please...praise me, my Master! Praise the good job your demon has done for you…! The Hero he has become for you!”

In your head, you remember the rest of that scene. The Lord of Shadows had turned to Henry with a nervous but victorious smile, claiming how he had saved his friend from being taken away from his side. Yet the book spoke about Henry's sudden and tiny fear of what the Lord of Shadows was capable of, his praise not born from gratitude but from fear of what would happen if he didn't give the once evil Lord what he wanted.

So you spoke your line perfectly and with what must have been the same fear that Henry felt as you gently ran your fingers through Levi's hair.

"My...my friend. My hero...thank you for keeping me safe...and keeping me close to you."

Levi feels his heart beat fast at your words, his breathing now ragged and heavy as he feels your words affect every single nerve in his body.

This...this was his first headpat! A headpat from his Master! Of all the items he could have possibly gotten from this quest--this was the rarest item of all! Even if he had to go and waste his time with some normie demons, it really had all been worth it! All for his master's praise!

Maybe if he begged enough...their Master would spend the night with him as well?

Your leg was bouncing more than you’d care to think about.

How did you even get into this mess? It wasn’t that you were unsupervised at any time during the day, Mammon was always the one insisting he walk you to and from classes the first few months of your pact with him so it was almost impossible to be alone..

But demon's were crafty and you had let your guard down while in RAD.

You look around and sigh, Mammon was really late.

It had been his idea to meet in this cafe, why was he the one late!? Your leg starts bouncing again as you look down at your phone and the rather glaring message that was from an unmarked number.

[You better not forget your promise, human, else we'll go after your scumbag protector!]

As much as you loved Mammon, it was getting harder to get him out of his debts nowadays. Not that you could possibly pay off any sort of debts that he had, you were sure some of them were in the millions, but this one had been different.

Some demons had managed to corner you outside of RAD, telling you that Mammon had given them a fake human artifact and how they wanted the 'real' thing.

You had made a face apparently because they told you it wasn't something that disgusting and that they weren't the kind of demons to 'mess around' with humans and how that was only for freaks.

They just wanted something of yours that they could sell.

Which, okay, you could do that.

"Mammon, where are you…"

They had agreed to meet you in an alley near the cafe you were currently at, one of the reasons you said yes to Mammon in the first place. You were just going to have coffee with him and then excuse yourself to give the demons what they wanted. It was going to be the quickest exchange of your life if only your demon would get here!

You grab your phone and shoot back a quick message, telling them to be patient and that you would be there in a few minutes.

The promise was getting harder to keep though.

With the ghost waiters staring at you and the other demons looking at you pitifully for sitting at a table all alone, you were starting to get more and more upset by the minute.

This was spoiling Mammon. Lucifer was right, you were actively spoiling Mammon at this point.

But how could you say no to him! Mammon may have his moments and, yes, he may have tried to sell something of yours but almost all of that cash that he seemed to get back went to get small presents for you and him! Your entire shelf back at the House of Lamentation was filled with little knick knacks he had bought you over the past few months and even the sight of them were enough to send your heart flying.

Any gift that Mammon gave you was stored and kept away at a very special place, both in your room and in your heart.

You weren’t shy about it either, any sort of jewelry he would buy would be worn by you the next day. It was met by annoyed comments and an occasional outburst as to why Mammon had such bad taste in jewelry but you knew that was the brother’s usual way of teasing you and him.

Your eyes go down to the bracelet you were wearing, smiling as you rub your thumb over the small golden links that kept it hanging around your wrist.

He had done so much for you, it was time you did this for him.

[Mammon! I need to go somewhere first! I’ll meet you at the cafe when I can, okay?]

Good thing you didn’t tell him you got here first and even better thing that you didn’t order anything. The chair scrapes against the cobblestone as you make your way out of the cafe, running down a somewhat familiar street as you try to find the correct alleyway.

“In front of The Fall and then take a left, in front of The Fall and take a left--”

You smile as the lights of The Fall greet you, illuminating the only alleyway that could possibly fit the description. Digging into your pockets, you pull out the artifact you were going to hand over and nod in determination.

“Hand it over and get out...nothing hard about that.”

Your hand goes over your heart as you try to calm it down while you turn and take the first few steps in--

“Mammon?”

The name escapes you before you can take in the image in front of you, a pair of blueish eyes staring at you Mammon’s leathery wings open up to hide the splatters of blood all over the concrete walls, but failing to hide the thing that he was holding in his hand.

A head. A head with a spine underneath that curved so perfectly, just like horns adorsninf the top.

The horns of a demon who looked so so similar to the one you had spoken to today--

“MC?”

His fingers immediately drop what he is holding on the poorly hidden pool of viscera strewn around him before retracting back to the fingers you were so used to seeing steal that it was so different to see them covered in blood.

"Why didn't you wait a the cafe…?"

And although you know it's him, you know that Mammon would never hurt you, your body takes a few steps back when he turns around to face you entirely.

Mammon in his demon form wasn’t anything new but your brain had equated it to match more serious events such as being in the Demon Lord’s castle or a dangerous situation. So seeing him in this form, with blood almost dripping off the leathery garments as he turns to look at you and calls out your name again in a worried but serious tone.

It was getting harder to fight your survival instincts.

He holds out his hand and you quickly recoil away, Mammon looking down and cursing when he sees it is caked with viscera and demon blood, the stench of it getting heavier the closer he gets to you. Quickly wiping it away, your demon wastes no time in meeting your steps as his hand goes to grab the back of your head and his arm wraps around your waist to pull you close to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were bothering you?”

Your eyes were stinging from the smell of death all around him, which you guessed was a good thing since you didn’t even know how to answer his question.

“When did they get to you...I was with you this entire week…”

It was like he wasn’t even directing these questions at you, just thinking out loud to himself as you feel his wings stretch out so that you wouldn’t be able to see the bloody mess on the cobblestone street--

A hand runs through your hair as Mammon hugs you tighter, your lips now pressed in a thin line as you hear vague whispers of what he should have done to them in the first place if they had dared to come and talk to you so openly.

“They shouldn’t have been around you, none of them have, nobody but me should be around you always…”

Your hand grips at his bicep as you feel his hold tighten.

“I had to protect my master...who else is going to protect you but me?”

He quickly pulls you away slightly and cups your face, your skin crawling when you feel the other hand he had fail to clean press against your cheek as he forced your eyes on him.

“You really should have told me something sooner...but I don’t mind forgiving my Master for something they couldn’t control.”

Mammon smiles and wraps his wings around you, so that nothing could possibly deter you from staring only at him.

“...I’m your protector, aren’t I?”

His hands fingernails lightly dig into your cheek as you jump when he speaks again.

“Say I’m your protector...please Master…”

It was fight of flight for you and the only way you could defend yourself was to soothe the beast in front of you with the words he wanted to hear.

“You’re...you’re my protector...Mammon...you always protect me…”

Your eyes never tear away from him as you copy his movements, cupping his cheeks and doing your best to hold back tears as the worry inside of you morphs into an awful dreadful feeling.

“Say it again.”

“You’re my protector…”

“Again.”

“Thank you for protecting me…”

“Again.”

“Mammon please…”

Your demon lets go of your cheeks as you start to cry, smiling when he feels just how shaken you were by the whole situation. It must have been scary to be bullied by those scumbags, wasn’t it? But you didn’t have to cry anymore, your Mammon was here to protect you from everything that wished to take you away from him. He presses his lips to the corners of your eyes before hugging you close, reminding himself that from now on he would never dare to leave you alone.

His master deserved his protection, even if they didn’t know they needed it.

“Nice to meet you!”

You try to hold your smile just as you are holding out your hand, looking at one of the many Dukes of Hell that Diavolo was introducing you to during one of his many birthday parties.

Only for them to once again ignore you, smiling at Lucifer as they shake his hand and go back to enjoying the party.

“...well so much for that.”

You sigh and let your hand flop to your side as Lucifer stares at the guest walk away before turning back to you and offering you a sympathetic smile. As much as you wish you could return it, it was annoying to think that Diavolo had once again invited you to one of his many parties and decided to ignore the very clear fact that you were still a human.

And that most demons, especially demon royalty, tended to hate your guts.

No matter what you could possibly represent, you were still one of the races that they believed themselves to be superior to and no amount of smiling and hand shaking could fix that.

So it was annoying that Diavolo still thought that he could put you in those situations and pretend like there was nothing wrong.

“Did you see how she looked at me?”

“They were most likely impressed by your outfit, they had the decency to look at you at least.”

“They stared into my eyes for one second before ignoring me and being all smiley with you.”

You make a face as you turn towards Lucifer and give him your best aristocratic ‘I’m so much better than you’ gesture.

“Why Lucifer, you look just as radiant as the day we met! Would you save a dance for me later on tonight?”

Lucifer chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the stairs of the great palace.

“As much as I enjoyed the joke, I will have to let you go. One of the Duchesses of the Seventh Layer of the Devidom has asked for a dance and Diavolo fears she might throw an earth shattering tantrum if she does not get her wish.”

Your eyes look out towards the crowd as you spot the duchess in question, her eyes not once staring at you but almost drilling holes into Lucifer’s back as she tapped her fingers against her arm in anger at the mere thought of being kept waiting.

“Oh her? I like the hairpin she has on.”

Letting go of Lucifer’s hand, you go up the first few steps as Lucifer’s eyes remain fixed on your form.

“Her hairpin?”

“Yeah. I think it was a ghost lily? Either way, it was beautiful. It looked like it could go well with either long or short hair, those kinds of hairpins are hard to come by.”

You grin and turn to look at Lucifer.

“You think it’d look good on me?”

He doesn’t get to answer the question as you feel a rumble underneath your feet, both of you turning to stare at the fuming woman making her way towards you.

“That’s my cue. Good luck!”

Lucifer calls out to you but you are already halfway up the stairs, giggling to yourself as you realize just what your poor demon had to go through by being Diavolo’s second right hand man. That Duchess looked far too angry to be a regular demon, if you had stayed any longer she would have probably killed you right where you stood!

Well, not like Lucifer would let that happen.

Despite already being far away from the crowd, your smile stays on your face as you make your way towards one of the many balconies around the castle. The air is fresh and cool on your face as you lean against the dark marble to take in the view of the Devildom from Diavolo’s castle.

Whatever this had been, whether a cultural exchange program or some form of divine punishment, it was becoming easier to manage.

In fact, it had become a lot easier to manage once you had Lucifer’s pact mark imprinted on your left eye, officially making it the most prominent pact mark on your body. As much as you wished to believe that you had accustomed yourself to regular ol' Devildom life, Lucifer's pact mark had done most of the heavy lifting.

And that alone was enough to make you feel guilty.

The point of this entire 'exchange' was to lessen the strain of many years of conflict between the three realms and while Simeon and Solomon were pulling their weight, with Luke following behind rather dutifully, you had still struggled with basic demon interactions.

Until you got Lucifer's mark.

It didn't necessarily get better, but you were snarled at less by those who didn't want you there and that was enough to count it as a positive.

You press your hands against the marble of the balcony and let out another sigh. Didn't this just prove you were also putting pressure on Lucifer? Ontop of what he already had?

No. You weren't about to be a dead weight to your demon.

With how often Lucifer took care of you? And how much he said he treasured you? No! You refused to be a burden to him!

Shaking off the sadness you take in two deep breaths before humming and thinking of a way to possibly repay it back to him. You two dancing at Diavolo's party would be a bit too much for guests--so maybe you could dance here?

Yes. Yes!

You grin and put your hands up as if you were with a partner, doing your best in imitating the basic waltz steps that Lucifer had taught you. Surprising him by offering to dance outside, with the moon shining down on you two as you thanked him for all he had done!

Best idea you've had this whole cultural exchange, really.

You laugh and spin around but a barrier stops you from making a full spin, hands grabbing your shoulders and keeping you in place.

"Are you enjoying the party, Master?"

Perfect! He had finished!

"Lucifer! I had an idea! How about we--"

The hairpin catches your attention first, the ornament being just as beautiful as close as it was at a distance yet speckled with something red against its shiny gold leaves as Lucifer held it up to you--

"Lucifer!"

You push the hairpin away from your face as Lucifer smiles and leans into your touch, your left hand cupping the side of his face that had been sprinkled with the most blood. Your eyes go down to his collar and gasp when you see angry, red lines running from under his chin all the way to his collarbone, making his black shirt look even darker with the blood it was now absorbing.

And yet he didn't seem panicked, just smiling calmly as he holds your hand and presses it against the harsh wounds.

"MC."

"Lucifer, we need to get you some help! We--We need to get Barbatos or Diavolo! Oh my stars you're bleeding so much--!'

"MC."

"What happened! Is anybody else hurt? Why didn't you call for me--!"

You yelp when you feel Lucifer pressing your hands against the wound, the blood feeling wrong against your hand and skin but it does help from feeling the angry ridges from where the skin had been ripped.

"Do I look in pain?"

No. And that's what worried you the most.

"You...you don't but--"

"Believe me, these wounds are more than welcomed. Especially when they are a sign of how I protected you."

He keeps your hand pressed against his wound, pressing it closer and closer until you were sure that the tingling sensation in your hand was the feeling of it lightly burning your skin.

"The Duchess was just a pest as I thought but one good thing came from her corpse. I figured if a demoness that could run her tongue for so long didn't need her head to begin with."

The words don't hit you until you feel the hairpin pressed against your hair, feeling it clip into place as Lucifer adjusted it just a bit.

"No matter if short or long...I think this hairpin suits you best."

Lucifer smiles as he wraps one arm around your waist, keeping your hand trapped against his wound while he pressed a kiss to the tears now forming around the corner of your eyes.

"Lucifer…"

"It's alright, Master, no need to thank me with your words. This should have been expected of me in the beginning..."

He smiles as he takes your other hand and places it on his shoulder, gently guiding you through the steps you had danced by yourself as his lips move from your eyes to your own trembling ones.

"Although it would be a shame if I had to go after another duke or duchess all to seek out my master's praise...it would be a hassle for Barbatos to clean up…"

Lucifer smiles as your lips quickly press against his, your entire body trembling against him as he continues to guide you through your little dance. How awful, you were probably cold from standing outside so long…

He'd be a waste of a demon if he didn't warm his master up, but he guessed that it would be appropriate to look for a private room first.

No need to let the pests see how cutely his Master cried for him.

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3 months ago

ROR Yandere types

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Yandere, Bad English, Toxic Relationship, Dehumanization, Implied Killing, Sadism, Stalker, Mention of torture?, There is some implication of physically hurting you, Obsession, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Implied/Mentions of Kidnapping, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Characters: Thor, Apollo, Poseidon, Loki, Hades, Hermes, Nostradamus, Buddha, Adam, Qin Shi Huang

⤠ Yan Poseidon taking you with force ⤟ ROR Masterlist ⤠ Yan Loki kidnapping you ⤟

How much this took me to write? No, you don't want to know. Neither I want to know. Also I just wanted an excuse to write about Apollo lmfaoaooa the others weren't planned but thats ok, I tried very hard to see what type everyone is djdmnd im not 100% sure on some characters tho...

✧˚ · . Adam

Type: Overprotective, Clingy, Self-Aware

Adam is very overprotective, as soon as you are in a bad mood he ready to swing to everyone. If you are crying, probably someone is getting beating up. Adam really doesn’t want to see you crying or upset in any way that’s why he insist on being with you all the time, what if someone is mean to you? Or tries to hurt you?

So yeah, he’s quite clingy. Doesn’t leave your unless necessary and would instint on being together all the time, sharing hobbies or just relaxing. You can’t scare him away with apples, once Adam decided to stay with you, he will stay with you. No complaining to him, Adam won’t hear it.

Yes, Adam is very self-aware- it's not like he manipulates you into believing he’s doing it for a reason, sure he’s doing it to protect you, but Adam also knows that the way he’s expressing his feelings is terribly wrong. I think that for a long time Adam actually tried to keep his feelings at bay, without succeeding

✧˚ · . Apollo

Type: Self-Indulgent, Clingy, Obsessisive

Apollo being self-indulgent is like, the sky being blue or the sun burning to be more in theme. Obvious. He is, of course he is. Apollo loves you dearly, but in the relationship, it’s clear that he is the one in control while you are more of a sidekick. It’s kind of he kidnapped you to look beautiful himself rather than you, more so a new pretty object to have and flaunt

But like I said before, Apollo loves you. So so much. And he’s so, so incredibly clingy; Apollo never leaves your side, he constantly talks to you, search for you, it’s like he can’t live without having you near him. Like he can’t breathe. Apollo would pout and complain whatever you have to do stuff without him, insisting for him to go too.

And his clingness is connected to Apollo being obsessive. You are all he can think of, which is very annoying for him, no matter how much he tries to focus his mind in everything else being with others, indulging in music, art, somehow it always come back to you. You are his new muse and all of his art is now of you, and well... Why just his art? Why not becoming more?

✧˚ · . Buddha

Type: Overprotective, Impulsive, Clingy?

A lot of people fit into the overprotective type, including Buddha. It just.... This place isn’t a safe one for someone cute, adorable, and soft like you. It really isn’t, so do you really blame him for going “overboard” with your protection? It’s not like Buddha is forcing you to do what he wants, you are absolutely free to solo. Just expect him to be around, if not directing near you

Buddha does what he wants when he wants, so it isn’t surprising that he’s an impulsive type eh? You aren’t going to be that scared and on edge with him like with others though since Buddha won’t hurt you, but you aren’t going to know what he’s going to do. Maybe one day he’s just tired of his home and forces you into a “vacation” or maybe he just... Cuddle with you

Now I’m not 100% on the clingy (like with another characters lol), but I can somewhat see it: his mind often goes back to you, wanting to know where you are, with who, what are you doing, how are you feeling. Buddha somehow gets extremely lonely when you aren’t around, so he usually searching for you

✧˚ · . Hades

Type: Manipulative, Over-Protective, Obsessive

Manipulative because Hades will use any excuse, any possibility, any thought to keep you with him. He would rather prefer not making you cry or feel insecure but if that’s the only way to tie you with him Hades is willingly to do so, even if it breaks his heart. He doesn’t feel good when he manipulates you, but he has to.

Of course Hades is over-protective of you, everything and everyone could not only hurt you but take you away from him. It’s the “what if” that scares him, the possibilities- Hades is so terrified of losing you more than you being hurt, even though that possibility is still scarying for him, but more one Hades can use for his personal gain.

Ever since the King of the Underworld saw you he has been obsessive, as soon as his eyes lay on you. And ever since then Hades has been obsessive; it’s like his entire life now evolves around you. Like you are a new sun in his life.

extra: i see him being delusional too. Sure, we see him as pretty logical and down to earth man, but it's exactly why hes delusional. Hades doesn't want to believe of what kind of man, of god sorry, he's becoming. But it's too late to stop now.

✧˚ · . Hermes

Type: Manipulative, Sadistic, Stalker

Just like his uncle, Hermes is very manipulative too. Unlike Hades however he has no problem doing so. His type of manipulation is very gaslighting and ‘half-truths’, you can never be sure with this man.You will be most of the time under his manipulation, something he loves doing and kind of treats you like a little doll

Which isn’t surprising considering how sadistic he can be, especially with you. Hermes does it to see how far can he go, how will you react this time more than punish you (unlike his blue uncle), its just to spice up things a bit. It’s good for a relationship no? He won’t be too bad either!! Physically at least Hermes won’t hurt you.

Its not entirely why Hermes is a stalker however, he just likes seeing you. Studying you. Seeing you in a more calm mood; your routine, what you do in your free time, your hobbies if you have any friends to take care of... But also because he likes tortuting you further. He’s a motherfucker through and through lol

Extra: Hermes fits into the self-aware type. It’s not like he’s lying to himself or delusional enough to believe he’s doing something good, Hermes is very much aware of how selfish he is and how wrong your relationship is becoming. Does he care? No. It’s fun! And your terrified expression is simply beautiful

✧˚ · . Loki

Type: Impulsive, Sadistic, Manipulative

Loki being impulsive isn’t really that surprising eh? He loves seeing you so insecure about him, always walking through egg shelves in fear of breaking. Good luck with fouding out what he’s thinking or planning to do to you, because trust me it isn’t going to be pretty about it

Because, obviously, he is quite sadistic too. Loki wants you to cry, beg, whimper, scream for him and he wouldn’t be nice about it at all; especially if misbeheaved in some way. Unlike Hermes, who is more psycologist sadistic, Loki is more so physical; he loves seeing bruises he made on your body, it’s a perfected way to claim you

Loki manipulative tendeties fit well with his sadism, he will manipulate you to believe he’s doing it because of you, because you made a mistake he, poor little Loki, needs to take care of. You have to assume that most of his words aren’t true and they are just tactis to manipulate you, making you paranoid

extra: i can see him being also the clingy type to be honest, just to annoy you or drive you so insane that you have a physical reaction, no matter how much you try to not to. Same with stalker, Loki loves your tears, fear, and desperation. He thrives by it.

✧˚ · . Nostradamus

Type: Sadistic, Impulsive, Self-Aware

Now Nostradamus isn’t sadistic as others here, he is pretty tame... Most of the time. He just likes a bit too much your tears and seeing your reaction to when he “predicts” bad things happening to you, it’s more innocent fun with him then actually trying to break you down. Unless you have made him angry or he found out a new way to tormenting you and wants to try it out

And yeah as you can tell, he’s very impulsive. Almost too impulsive for his own good, Nostradamus does things because they are fun, not really other reason. So you have no idea what to expect from him, what he is actually thinking about, his mind is always a mystery. Maybe one day Nostradamus is kidding about people near you getting hurt, the other... Not so much.

Nostradamus is very self-aware, he just doesn’t care to question his morality. He knows it’s wrong, terrible wrong, but he likes having you around and it’s fun. So he doesn’t really care. It’s like he’s having some double thinking with kidnapping you or having a clear toxic relationship with you, he just does it.

✧˚ · . Poseidon

Type: Possessive, Overprotective, Self-Aware

Of course Poseidon is possessive, in his mind you have been his ever since he lay eyes on your figure. He will make sure everyone knows it too, not only you. Poseiedon will gift you luxurious jewerly, clothes, shoes that clearly say who do you belong to: to Poisedon, the greek sea god. No one else.

And, well, it’s pretty obvious that he would be overprotective too no? You are his, his little jewel, his little betta that he has to protect constantly or will get stolen or hurt. You will feel like you are some sort of baby with no capability of protecting yourself, especially since you are glued to Poisedon side all the time

Poisedon is fully self-aware that hes doing something wrong, that his feelings aren’t healthy, the way he is expressing himself isn’t either. But he views it more so as a baypack since he really, really didn’t want to fall for you. He hates you for the way his heart flutters everytime he sees you.

extra: Poseidon fits into the sadistic type as well, since i do see him easily enjoying your tears and sobs when he's making sure you understand his lessons. He's very mean about any mistakes too. He expects a lot from you, you have to be worth it to be with Poseidon, and if you make a little mistake... It isn’t going to be fun.

✧˚ · . Qin Shi Huang

Type: Possessive, Self-Indulgent, Impulsive

Very possessive, you are his most precious and beautiful jewel that he carefully takes care of, other than show it off constantly. Like with Poisedon Qin Shin Huang makes sure you have different items (jewerly, clothing, accessory) that reminds everyone of him and his presence. I can also see him marrying you, putting a beautiful, luxurious ring on your pretty finger as a further way to claim you

Very self-indulgent. Unsurprising, considering he’s the first ever emperor of china, but you constantly have fuel his ego and follow him, whatever he might do. Qin Shi Huang doesn’t need compliments it’s more so attention in his case, you will constantly be on his lap while he does his things.

Qin Shi Huang does what Qin Shi Huang wants, so he’s very impulsive. Like with Buddha you aren’t scared about what he is going to do to you, but more to himself and everyone else. He will drag you into his mess however, insisting that you must act like a proud emperor spouse

Extra: I can see him also being over-protective, for very similar reason as Poseidon. You are his little spouse after all, of course Qin Shi Huang has to protect you! No one can touch or be near you without his approval or him being there or otherwise they are going to face consequences, very bad one too.

✧˚ · . Thor

Type: Overprotective, Possessive, Obsessed?

Thor is very protective, overprotective even. He will remind you time and time again to not trust anyone who isn’t him, to always go back to him when you don’t feel secure, or just run to him as soon as you saw Loki. Thor doesn’t like it when you wander too away from him, and would insist on you being constantly near

You are his most treasured person in the whole pantheon, of course he’s possessive. As you are his, he’s yours. I feel like in Thor case he has this need to be possessive, to show of a little more that you are his, also because of Loki and his unpredicatable personality.

The obsessive is followed by a question mark because I am not entirely sure of my choice. I can see Thor being secretly obsessed with you, his glaze following your figure every time you are near him, but he wouldn’t show it. You wouldn’t notice it unless when it's far too late...

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3 months ago

OBEY ME! MORNING PREPARATION Part 1

You caught their morning preparation before RAD. 着替えネタ

Art by Meet

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3 months ago

❖ Golden Hour ❖

He, the damned that blessed by the Heaven. She, the blessing that loved by the fallen, the light that once beaming his soul.

Art by @Mygeshabeen

Animation ©Rikkimori

Song "Golden Hour" JVKE

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3 months ago

Exclusive Mc Privileges

Lucifer

Getting to wear his big coats and gloves when you’re cold or whenever you feel like it

Interrupting him working with no consequences no matter how silly the reason

Waking him up first thing in the morning like a kid on Christmas

Telling him how attractive he is when he’s mad

Helping him grooms his wings

Taking as many silly pictures together as they want as long as they don’t share them with anyone

Borrowing his pens

Helping yourself to his record collection

Staying out late

Comforting him in the middle of the night when he wakes up with a nightmare

Mammon

Being his passenger princess

Treating him like a princess whenever he feels inadequate

Borrowing his sunglasses at any time

Keeping him company when Lucifer hangs him upside down

Taking the blame for anything bad you did even if it means losing money

Driving his car

Using his money

Calling him you first and cutest demon

Dressing in matching outfits even if they are bright pink

Levi

Joining him to any and all conventions

Making cosplays with him

Borrowing anything from his manga collection

Touching or seeing his tail in a domestic setting since he’s insecure about

Polishing his scales for him before parties!

Feeding him while he’s gaming

Letting you play any game you want on game nights together

Doing his makeup whenever you feel like it

Caring for Henry

Satan

Organizing his books

Sharing his tea collection with him

Baking cookies together from his favorite book series

Going to exclusive events as his partner

Using his influence to get you whatever you want

Spending late night reading time with him

Going on morning walks with him

Scrubbing his hair in the shower <3

Borrowing his notes from class if you were sick or just forgot to take some that day

Asmo

Sharing his morning routine with him since he wants you to look fabulous too

Getting lots of gifts from him since everything he sees reminds him of you

Borrowing anything you want in his closet

Using his Devilgram

Matching jewelry!

Making jewelry together to have it matching which is better than buying it

Attending meet and greet events with him as moral and emotional support

Him cooking cute recipes he found online for you

Being his personal model for new looks

Beel

Cooking for and with him

Stopping him from eating the ingredients while cooking

Picking out his change of clothes after the gym

Going on dates to new restaurants

Stealing his shirts to fashion into outfits or lounging around in

Piggy back rides!

Flexing his arms for you so you can touch them

Admiring his wings

Teaching you everything he knows about various Devildom dishes

Belphie

Sleepy kisses :)

Hiding in the attic to get away for a while and nap

Pillow shopping together

Going camping in the middle of nowhere to admire the stars and each others company

Sneaking off together at parties

Karaoke together since he knows how much you love his voice

Attempting to wake each other up but falling back asleep together each time

Surprising you at RAD with random gifts of flowers

Making cupcakes together and ending in a flour war

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3 months ago

Loving MC from afar

Ok so this is the first fic I've written in a long while and it's about a mobile otome game. I blame @demonfamilytherapist

Set (loosely) in between S1 and S2, after MC has returned to the human world. They might be separated from the brothers, but that does not stop the brothers from loving them from afar. A little look into how the brothers can subtly (and not so subtly) influence the world and MC themself in order to stay connected. (gn) MC-centric! This does cover all the brothers, though Lucifer/Pride is last for chronology reasons...

cw: Brief blood mention in Satan’s section. There are references to being lethargic and uninterested in life/hobbies that could very easily be read as depression in Belphie’s section. Definitely elements of manipulation and dubious morality throughout too.

Mammon (Greed - to collect and covet material objects and goods)

There’s a knock on your window just after you wake up. It’s been happening for a few days now, but you never catch who’s doing it. The window itself is quite high up, and if it’s someone throwing rocks on a regular basis, well, they’ve got very good aim.

On a whim, you leave a camera rolling overnight. The following morning, you hear the knock again, and this time, you’re ready. The batteries are almost dead but thankfully the camera managed to catch the last few moments before winking off. Plugging it into your laptop, you scrub through the entire night so you can catch the early morning. And - well. It’s not what you were expecting.

In the hour just before you go to sleep, you notice a crow land in the branches across from the window, its eyes glinting gold through the lens of the camera. It doesn’t move all night. It doesn’t even sleep. In the morning, about the time you guess you woke, it flies up to the window, pecking the glass once with its beak, and then it flaps away into the brisk air.

You set the camera up the following evening, just to check if it was a fluke. Yet again, the crow lands, watching over you as you sleep before flying off in the morning after you wake.

Odd, but honestly not the weirdest thing you’ve experienced by far.

The next evening you leave your window open. There’s no knock in the morning, and for a brief moment you feel sad. Did you scare away your new friend? But - a glint catches your eye - sitting on the windowsill is a shard of broken glass - a light amber color, likely from a broken bottle.

It becomes a habit. Each evening, the crow perches on the branch outside, and the following morning, it leaves a small trinket on your windowsill. You’ve now collected a few bottle caps, some coins (though, oddly, in different currencies), glass of varying colours, and even a random key. The quality of the items the crow brings seems to increase every visit. You start leaving out pieces of fruit and occasionally strips of meat, which are always taken at some point during the night. It’s all fun and games - until it starts bringing you valuables.

Emeralds, sapphires, golden rings, diamonds; you start a collection that would make Tiffany’s seem like a children’s costume jewelry store. You know some of it definitely belongs to real people, because the news is reporting a ‘string of high-profile thefts’ across the entire fucking world.

You entertain the idea of reporting the valuables as stolen and have a minor breakdown about how to explain ‘it wasn’t me - it was this crow!’

You never bring yourself to do it, though. Finders, keepers, and all that.

There’s something comforting about this crow’s presence. The golden glint in its eyes shines impossibly as you go to sleep, and in that moment you feel treasured.

Leviathan (Envy - an insatiable desire for the unattainable, that which does not belong to you)

When you first return to the human world (after your very much warranted ‘mourning’ period, of course) you decide to go and visit one of your favourite places from your childhood - a beach that’s little more than a cove a few minutes walk from your home. Upon arriving, however, you notice the place is packed, and there’s a pang in your chest when you realize that this isn’t just your place anymore. You snap a picture regardless, and send it to one of the group chats on your DDD.

You continue to return though, hoping to catch a time when the beach is quieter. You have more luck in the mornings than the evenings, and slowly you force yourself to wake earlier and earlier just to catch a moment of peace.

At some point, you mention heading down to the beach to one of your friends. Their face sours, and for a moment you think you said something wrong. Perhaps it was the mention of the early start?

Over the coming weeks and months the beach becomes quieter and quieter; the early risers, joggers, and dog walkers slowly petering off until you’re the sole visitor down by the shore. Sometimes you think you see a glint of bright scales out in the ocean, though it’s far bigger than any fish you know to inhabit the nearby waters.

You continue to bring up the beach to your friends, excited about the return to your quiet, safe solitude. Every time you do so, they close off and regard you coldly.

There’s new owners, they say, no one is allowed down at the cove. They kick out anyone not on the approved list.

Well. That’s bizarre. You haven’t encountered any resistance during your many visits, you tell them. Of course you don’t is the response, and you think you’re maybe imagining the bitterness in their voice.

It’s a pattern you begin to notice - exclusive venues in which you’re always on the invite-list. Priority and pre-sale tickets to the hottest events arriving in your inbox. Every time, garnering the bitter eyes of your relatives and acquaintances. It’s exciting, special, to be the one experiencing all this. Made even more so, knowing that so many desire what you have.

You realize that beach was just the start, though it's definitely your favourite of the lot. It’s become a place just for you. You snap a picture of the sun rising over the waves. This one, you post to your instagram, with a single orange heart.

(You also notice that your luck in the gashapons at the arcade has become insanely good. It could be a coincidence, but…)

Satan (Wrath - to seek vengeance; impatience and revenge)

To be fair, you don’t make it a habit of confronting every person who slights you. You’ve had enough drama in the last year to last you a lifetime, and the last thing you want is to go and create more. You’re typically more of a let bygones be bygones type anyway. (Forgive and forget).

It’s not like your life in the human world has a surplus of people trying to wrong you. Occasionally you’ll be cut off while driving and it annoys you, but you continue on with your day. Sometimes your packages will be delivered to your neighbour, and it takes them a few days to let you know, letting you stew in your anxiety about their apparent arrival in the interim. (Forgive and forget).

Over the next few weeks you start to notice more and more coincidences pop up around the more annoying and troublesome people you interact with. A follower who commented something uncomplimentary in response to one of your posts has their account banned and deleted. The annoying neighbor who often parks in your space has their car totaled the day after you try to ask them again to move their damn vehicle. The professor who uncharitably graded your assignment a low pass because he didn’t like your attitude is now under review and has lost his tenure. (Forgive and ████).

It all comes to a head when you’re passing by one of your neighbours as they move their stuff out of the apartment. There’s an eviction notice pinned to their door. It’s not much of a loss - after all, they were the ones who’d keep your mail long past the point of helpfulness. They snark at you as you pass, making a comment about your somewhat smug air, warning you’ll be next.

You don’t even get the chance to respond before there’s a yell from above, and something is falling and - wow. Who knew a falling flower pot could draw so much blood. That’s definitely going to be a pain to get out of your light shirt. It’s with this annoyance that you ring the emergency services to come and save your unconscious (ex)neighbour from bleeding out. (████ ██ ████)

From that moment on, you’re definitely more aware of the karmic coincidences, for lack of a better term. While you avoid provoking people outright, there is a small part of you that revels in satisfaction when those that inconvenience you are inconvenienced themselves. The severity of these coincidences seems to scale to the impact the other person’s actions have on you. If you take advantage of this sometimes, well. Who could prove any of it?

(Retaliate. Remember.)

Asmodeus (Lust - an intense longing; unbridled sexual or amorous desire)

Sure, you have social media. You’re no luddite, and it was your one tether to the human world while you were stuck in Devildom. You quickly learnt that human memes and demon memes were very much not the same (except for a few bizarre crossovers. Both seem to be obsessed with Orbs).

You never really had a huge following though. You had maybe a couple hundred followers across twitter and instagram, averaging maybe 20 likes and similar interactions per post. That is, until recently.

Seemingly overnight, your follower account on all platforms (including your anonymous tumblr account) has skyrocketed. There’s even a notification in your emails from twitter about verification. Just…. What?

You open your accounts to see if maybe it was a specific mention or throwaway meme that somehow caught the attention of the internet at large. Your latest post was a cute pic taken by Asmo during your final week in Devildom. It’s you from behind, gazing out at the twinkling lake by Dia’s castle. It was posted a few days ago, though - and yet the like counter just keeps ticking up and up. The comments on instagram are nonsensical - lots of hearts and starry eyes and a few more suggestive strings of emoji. Your phone continuously buzzes with notifications, and it’s starting to get overwhelming - so you turn on do-not-disturb.

As a bit of an experiment, you decide to post a quick snap of your bewildered face, captioned “so… did y’all mean to follow me or is this some kind of prank?” - no tags, no emoji.

The effect is pretty much instantaneous. Immediately the notification counters tick up and up and up. There’s a few flattering comments (and a few not-so-flattering ones), and just as many hearts as your previous post. One comment, from an account you don’t know, stands out to you: “Imagine being *this* attractive but also so humble it hurts. Your fave could never.”

Over the next few weeks you continue to post - from selfies to scenic shots to random shower ideas to your thoughts about Succession and why you think cousin Greg is endgame. No matter what you post, it always seems to be a hit. Even that incomprehensible keysmash you accidentally posted to twitter as you fell asleep. There’s even Buzzfeed listicles (“27 times MC stole our hearts with a smile”). Asking your followers doesn’t help either - it seems like overnight you have lodged yourself in the public consciousness as a desirable figure. They all clamor to get your acknowledgement, and you quickly find even the simple act of liking someone else’s post can be cause enough for others to become jealous.

It’s flattering. Really. It's doing wonders for your self-image, getting all these compliments on your photos and selfies. You definitely find yourself starting a few trends here and there, and hey, you're just doing your job to make the world that much more aesthetically desirable.

(Out of your thousands of followers, only one stands out to you. The first to like every post, to comment “YESSSSSS MY LOVE!!”: Asm♥deus.)

Beelzebub (Gluttony - to overindulge and over-consume to the point of wastefulness)

You were pleasantly surprised to find your pantry fully stocked upon your return to the human world. You were expecting to have to clean out the stuff that had inevitably staled in your year away, and restock from scratch. Except, no, you don’t have to because absolutely everything you could ever want is currently filling your kitchen to the point of overflowing. Everything from fine, artisanal products to cheap junk food. It keeps you fed for so long that you find yourself having to chuck out a few fruits, vegetables, and breads that have gone off because you didn’t eat them in time.

You keep expecting to have to go out and replenish the supplies for yourself, but no, the pantry is ever-full. Fresh produce seems to appear out of nowhere, and you never find yourself short of an ingredient when it comes time to start cooking. There’s always just slightly too much - your garbage is often full with uneaten food-waste.

This inexplicable phenomenon continues, and impossibly escalates. There’s random food deliveries during the week on the nights you’re too tired to cook for yourself. Your cravings are instantly satisfied by the appearance of precisely what you were longing for. You think maybe it’s some kind of magic - it’s not out of the question, especially with your powerful friends and lovers. You try not to think about the cost - monetary, or otherwise…

As you’re walking past your favorite bakery, you hear a woman complain that they never seem to have their famous macarons anymore. You overhear the server apologize, and try to explain that the lot are often bought right out of the oven. With a jolt, you realize that those very same macarons are the ones that are stacked up beside your fridge, way more than you could possibly want or eat.

With a guilty jolt, you realize that it hasn’t occurred to you until this point that you could just give away some of the food. There’s no reason for it to sit in your kitchen until it goes off - there’s plenty of people who could appreciate it, after all. And yet…

You don’t approach the woman, or offer any of the macarons. You continue to hoard your food until it goes off. You appreciate the rich, tasty ingredients, and especially enjoy doing things like chucking A-grade marbled steaks haphazardly into the pan for a quick sear, none of the careful preparation it would normally merit.

This is your food. And no one can tell you how to manage it. Nor should they

Belphegor (Sloth - the forgoing of responsibility, to be disinclined towards effort or exertion)

A soft, warm hand cups your face, while another plays with the ends of your hair. Breath, not your own, fans over your lips as he leans in close. “Stay with me, my human.” You crack open your eyes, and for a brief moment, you get a glimpse of a soft, sleepy smile before you feel yourself falling through nothing and you - wake up.

Though you’re not the type to really remember your dreams, you know that they’ve been especially sweet since returning. The fragments that you do remember feel warmer, safer, and more loving than anything you’ve felt while in the human world.

You were already a bit of a homebody before your trip, leaving social engagements early to go home and rest, but now you don’t even bother going out. Not while sleep is calling to you so sweetly.

You find yourself sleeping through your alarms more and more often. Not even the brightest, sunniest day - the type you missed while down in Devildom - could stir within you the interest or energy to be active, to enjoy the fresh air.

None of this matters. In your dreams, you’re with them, with him. The longer you sleep, the more you remember.

Your breath is slow and deep, and you nestle your head into the warm, living pillow. His hands ghost over your sides and you hear him hum in contentment. You try to lean into his touch, to feel him. “Lucifer told me that I need to stop doing this,” he says, and you shudder. That’s not right - you don’t want him to stop. You don’t want to lose him. You feel his smile against your forehead. “He says you need more than just sleep. That you’re wasting away.” You try to tell him that Lucifer is wrong, you’re fine, you just need more sleep. But even now, in this place of dreams, the energy doesn’t come to you. All you’re able to do is sink into him even more. “That wouldn’t be so bad, though. You’ll become mine forever. No one could make you leave.”

You wake after that dream feeling like you haven’t slept at all. There’s a tiredness in your very being, and all you want to do is roll over on your pillow and return to him. What job, what, school, what hobbies? Nothing interests you anymore. You miss him, you miss them so damn much.

Nonetheless, through some strength that you’re not even sure is your own, you pull yourself out of bed and into the shower.The hot water and the softly scented soaps that remind you of Asmo rejuvenate you and you begin your day with a breakfast that would make even Beel feel full.

The next night, you go to sleep, and you do not dream. Nor the next.

It’s months before you close your eyes and you feel his touch. In that time you’ve been beset by kleptomaniac crows, have become somewhat of an internet personality, and have chucked out more stale loaves of bread than you could ever know what to do with.

“You need some time off. Both of us do. Come on, we can sleep like this, together…”

Lucifer (Pride - to put yourself before and above others)

It takes you longer than you’d ever be willing to admit that the reason why all these strange occurrences are happening is because either consciously or subconsciously, there are seven extremely powerful entities who are missing you.

You try to distract yourself from that thought by focusing more intently on your studies. A passage is circled in one of the textbooks you pick up from the library, unwilling to pay full price for an elective subject’s resource. Religious Studies, because if nothing else it’ll be a bit of a laugh. “From pride, all other sins flourish. It is the father of all sins.”

It hits you all at once.

The hoarding of gems and wealth and your reluctance to part with it. The coveting of your favourite place, and the desire to keep it all to yourself. The satisfaction of your enemies those that annoy you facing retribution. Reveling in the admiration of strangers. The inclination to over-indulge and the refusal to share. The assumption that outside of yourself, nothing else matters, not a single one of your responsibilities. These all are in response to the world bending to the whims of your loves, but your own feelings, your attitude stems from your Pride. After all, who else can claim they hold the loyalty of angels, demons, and immortals? Who else bears the love and affection of all the Avatars of Sin?

(How very prideful of you to assume that you could live unchanged after that year, to return to a life that doesn’t really feel like yours to begin with)

The best thing, the worst thing is that you’re so comfortable with this type of thinking. Even now you realize that hey, this is probably Lucifer talking, you wouldn’t give any of it up. It’s comforting. It reminds you of them. It makes you feel loved.

(When you return to Devildom, you never quite work up the courage to ask the brothers whether any of it was deliberate or not. Lucifer does mention in a quiet moment that they were all a mess, even him, without your presence. They were missing something, someone. “It was sub-optimal, of course,” he says, “which is something we should rectify so that it doesn’t happen a second time.” “I thought both heaven and hell have rules against humans living here on a more permanent basis?” “I’ve been to war against heaven for the sake of the ones I love. Between myself and my brothers, neither heaven nor hell could stand against us should I have to go to war again.”)

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RoR character data🤲💖

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3 months ago

Gossip, nuts and a very jealous Loki XD

From reading Gospel of Loki, I got two things:

Joanne Harris did not read the Eddas and has internalized misogyny is blinding her mad.

She thought that portraying Sigyn as loving gossip and baking pies would maker her look ridiculous and explain WHY Loki hates her... Except that it only shows how little she knows the characters she's writing and made 0 research, as Norse!Loki is quite the foodie and LOVES gossip.

She also made Loki HATE Sigyn for being friends with forest animals... when we know he has animal kids and turns himself into animals XD

The only reason he could dislike her friends would be... well, because he thinks she spends too much time with them XD

Since Sigyn loves gossip, YOU KNOW SHE WOULD BE FRIENDS WITH RATATOSKR :3

Gossiping and eating nuts in the forest all day long, while Loki just wishes he could have Sigyn only for himself XD

Ratatoskr: Not my fault if I'm cuter than you!

Loki: Well you'll sure make a CUTE SCARF, you fluffy bastard!

I commissionned the amazing @pip0h for this art!

Thanks again!!! <3

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3 months ago

Warnings: Female reader, Mentions of blood, threats, fighting etc.

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Qin Shi Huang

Attempts to trade himself to fight next instead. Brunhilde doesn't allow it. She believes in you as a warrior.

He's pissy at the fact you're fighting and could die in this fight as well. He definitely thinks this fight is one-sided. Qin is probably the most quiet in this round while watching you fight.

Part of him doesn't even want to watch you fight in case something happens. Though he knows he should just in case it's your last moments together.

Everyone is tense, it's not just Qin. Both you and the God are now wounded, and he wonders how Brunhilde could be so calm during all of this. He's experiencing so many emotions at once and none of them are good emotions either.

He wants you back by his side. Right now.

Qin get surprised when you use a move he hasn't seen you fight with yet and slay the god.

The arena was quiet, and you released your Völundr. Göll was happy her sister didn't die, and the rest of the humans where happy you won. It broke out in loud cheering as you limped your way back to Brunhilde and the others.

You where exhausted. Is this how it felt to fight a god?

"Hâo!" Your head lifted before you where casually just picked up by a happy Qin and carried the rest of the way to the infirmary. You laid your head down to rest. The blood loss made you a bit dizzy, after all.

"Hâo?"

"It means 'Good,' my Queen." He translated for you, peering down at you through the pretty blindfold he always wore to protect himself.

Lü Bu

He doesn't try to stop Brunhilde in throwing you out to fight a God. He's confident. You can do it.

You are wed to one of the strongest generals in all of history, after all.

Though deep down he does think the fight would be one sided. You are a women, and women shouldn't even fight to begin with in his perspective. Lü Bu watches the fight in silence.

It was so thick you could cut it with a knife. No one dared to disturb him while he was watching you. And all of them knew he would most likely go after Brunhilde, should you die.

Lü Bu is definitely the type to seek revenge should you fall in this battle. It's in his blood, after all. He's a warrior by blood, and you are just his wife.

The tension was thick, you where starting to stumble from blood loss in the arena. Sasaki murmured something under his breath, and after five more minutes you had stabbed the shit out of the God, slaying him.

Your Völundr partner ended up needing to carry you most of the way to the infirmary. You weren't in very good condition. Though everyone knew the doctors up here could easily take care of you.

Lü Bu was already in your room when you entered, watching silently as you got all patched up. It was silent for a little while, and all he really did was run his fingers through your hair, urging you to sleep for awhile.

He didn't loose you.

Poseidon

He immediately tries to skewer Zeus. There was no question about it. He moved so quickly most of the Gods couldn't keep up with him, and by the time he was calmed, Zeus was a bit bloody.

He's a dangerous man and you're messing with his wife. And that's not a good place to be lest you want to die.

Everyone was shaking up at his promise to slaughter Zeus should you fall in this battle. His aura was almost suffocating, and only let up when he was down the hall and around the corner.

Poseidon did not stay to watch you fight. He was not interested nor did he truly care. You where up against a mortal, after all. While he promised to take Zeus' life if you die, he almost positively knew you could take care of a mere mortal.

And that's exactly what you did. While you did get hurt, it wasn't enough where you couldn't walk yourself into your room to be taken care of, and Poseidon let you there a few minutes after the doctor's left.

"You didn't tell me about that move you used." He was blunt about it, though he was normally blunt about everything.

"I know," You said, "But this was the first time I ever had to use it." You're words surprised him, though he did not say much more than that.

Poseidon didn't stay here for long. That night you returned to your home in the seas, your husband at your side.

Hades

He couldn't say he was at all happy about Zeus putting you in the rings and your life in danger, though unlike his younger brother he did not chose violence against Zeus.

He simply stated how disappointed in his youngest brother he was, and then left to go and watch you fight.

Hades didn't know if the fight was fair or not. After all, humans are tricky creatures who have evaded his grasp of death more than once.

Though, he did stay and watch the whole fight. Should you die, he'd like to see your beautiful face one more time as you break away and crumble into shimmering pieces of green.

That never happened, though.

While he thought you where outmatched, you where a cunning and slippery individual, and while you did get wounded, so did your human opponent. And soon, your opponent was slain.

He was already meeting you as you entered the room exiting the arena. Hades did not let you use your feet for awhile after that as he personally carried you to the infirmary. He could feel your breath wisping against his neck as he carried you.

After you where patched up, he took you on a walk through the gardens. It wasn't often you both left Helheim for something, mine as well enjoy the sights.

"I thought I would have lost you, my dearest." He confessed, watching the breeze tussle your hair as you walked through the garden. You where ethereal compared to the garden around you.

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3 months ago

What are the most toxic thing they will do in a relationship just to make you stay with them?

Versions: Demon brothers, Side characters

Warnings: Yandere themes, plagiarism, extreme paranoia, Mentions of violence, victim mentality, aphrodisiac, sleeping potions, love potions, obsessive love, starvation, public humiliation, kidnapping, stalking

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LUCIFER is willing to ruin your life

He doesn't know how the two of you got into this point.

You two were just so happy before, getting treated as the perfect couple

You two were just fine, making coffee for each other, waking up with the other on their arms

He doesn't even realize he's suffocating you until he saw the tiredness in your eyes.

You're done with him...

He's not with you though.

He'll bury you in the ground and step on you.

He'll make sure that no one else but he remembers you and your deeds.

He'll ask you to do things and he will take credit for it.

Hell make you seem like a worthless pest in the eyes of the mortal world and the Devildom.

And if someone else tries to pull you up in life?

He'll make sure that the person that even attempts that will fall into a deeper hole than where you are.

He's the avatar of pride, the eldest brother, Diavolo's right hand man, what makes you think he can't and won't do this much just for you?

And if you finally realize that Lucifer is and will be the only one that can actually remember you

The only one that actually appreciates you

You will come running back to him

He'll then accept you with open arms and help you get back what he took from you

MAMMON will keep his eyes on you

And when I said eyes

I mean eyes

It doesn't have to be his

It can be his familiars or a few people he planted to keep in track of what you do, who you meet, what you eat and where you go

He'll make you know that he's where you are

He'll never leave your side

You'll never leave his eyes

You should have just been happy with him and told him he's being too much

That he should take it slow with his addiction and that you need some space

Not like this

Now look at you

Paranoid with no one to care and protect you

And if the people he bought isn't enough to scare you

He might just have them hurt people around you

And before you know it

You're totally lost with no one else except for the eyes he planted for you

No one else except for him

And you'll slowly walk back in attempt to surprise him that you're ready, that you want to start all over with him

Not knowing that it's all his did, it's all his plans

But you don't need to know that

All you need to do is be happy and only keep your eyes on him

Because if someone else tried to take your eyes away from him

They might just lost theirs.

LEVIATHAN will be the victim

He's pathetic he knows!

But he didn't know that he's so pathetic to the point where even you would get tired of him...

He was sorry he swear!

Just give him another chance and he'll change, just for you!

He's nothing without you!

...

He's nothing without you, and he knows it...

So does the whole Devildom though

Isn't it scary MC?

A person who got nothing to lose?

And suddenly the crying, begging Leviathan is now the center of everyones attention

The poor avatar of envy isn't as shy and happy as he used to be...

He used to be so giggly whenever a new anime is published and how he posts it on his Devilgram account with such a positive vibe

Now it's all so gloomy

He's so gloomy

And he makes sure everyone can feel it

Everyone can feel how pathetic and helpless he is

The great grand navy general who saved the lives of their family countless times and stopped any type of invasion from happening

Of course, how can they let their savior suffer because of just some human?!

He's bombarded with reassurance and people trying to hit up on him saying they'll provide better love and comfort

Now it's you

Your private messages are now filled with threats and negotiations from the citizens and from the demon brothers themselves

Saying they'll pay you

They'll find you

They'll give you additional priveleges

A house

Car

Millions

And even billions

Just get back and date Leviathan again

You made it clear that you've made up your mind and that you will not be getting back with him anytime soon

Huh... Really?

Then why are you at his doorstep just a few weeks later after that statement filled with bruise and looks so restless?

Oh... His fans threatened you?

They did that... That too?! Oh no...

Ah... Here it goes...

You're willing to get back with him?! Really?! He's so happy!

He knew it...

You love him...

And that the whole Devildom does too :)

SATAN will use potions if necessary

His knowledge can only be used by three person

The devildon

Himself

And you

He's knows for his vast knowledge on multiple topics

Whether it may be potions, spells or curses

So...

What made you think he won't use this vast knowledge to keep you..?

He already felt the signs that you're starting drift away from him

And so he prepared things in advance

Love potions, sleeping potions and even aphrodisiac

They're the highest of qualities as they're made by the one and only Satan

And so he'll want to test if they're fully functional

Though he'd love it if it he doesn't have to test it on you.

Not even a few days after you started to feel distant towards Satan he's already smelling a little too sweet

His prescense started to drive you crazy

And you feel like you'll die if you spend another second without him by your side

Maybe that feeling of wanting to break up with him is just because you're tired with your duties?

Gosh...

How can you ever break up with him when he's literally the only one that has your love~

ASMODEUS will use connections

HAHAHAHAHA

You? Decided to break up with him?

Haha...

No way...

He changed himself so much for you now!

The moment you uttered the words "Let's break up." He immediately dropped on his knees and begged for forgiveness for whatever he did that upset you.

This can't be happening now...

Just when he's starting to love this new life...

JUST WHEN HE HAD YOU?!

He'll be a total freak.

He's the only person you don't want as an Ex because he's hands down crazy

But not for you...

He remembered that you liked him looking pretty

You already want to break up with him

He can't risk looking ugly in front of you now...

Yeah... He let that occurance go but he knows that he'll get you back

So just you wait

He started to use his connections to spread some rumors about how the two of you are not talking anymore

And society done it's job on spreading it even further

It spread so wide to the point that even reporters kept on bugging HOL just to ask Asmo about these rumors

And then he confirmed it with a video on his account

He acted so pitifully in front of the camera with teary eyes and disheveled looks

But as soon as the camera shuts off he's grinning so much

MC should have just stayed with him and they could've lived a happily ever after without him doing these

Soon, you released another video as a response to Asmo's telling the viewers that breaking up with him is the healthiest option right now

Ha... You really thought Asmo will let this thing die down without getting you back?

No way.

He continued to talk to his close friends to stop selling any type of products to you and kick you out of any establishments that they owned

He even acted so nicely to his brothers to at least help him up a little bit

To at least pull some strings and help him win back his lover

And gosh was he the fastest to get you back

Because not even a full month and you're already starving!

Food? Barely has left because the establishments stopped letting you in them

Water? None

And this exactly goes as planned!

Now look at you...

In his arms, his arms wrapped around you as you both cry

You cry and complained to him about how unjust and mean this whole place is to you

And he cries because "How dare them do that to my Love..." as if it isn't a part of doing.

But that's a secret you don't ever need to know.

BEELZEBUB will make you feel guilt

You're so sorry

You just don't feel the same love you felt back then anymore...

And you don't want to hurt him even more by staying and keeping this one side relationship...

Uhm... It's okay MC, really!

It's not

It's not okay

And it will never be

You're his the moment he wanted you

The moment he started to crave for you

And you should have known it

You should've known better than this

But of course...

For this relationship to go back to the way it was before

He needs you to realize it yourself

So he said that it's ikay if that's what you really feel

But begged you to continue being friends with him

And of course you agree! That's what you're planning to do anyways

And you smiled at him

The same smile you used to give him when you two were together

Gosh... This will hurt him by doing this to you

But this is the only way

He loves you

And you have no choice but to love him too

So he started acting pitiful

He pulled a few connections and started a few trends so that couple events on the school are more popular

And due to high student demand

The council needs to follow it and create or establish a couple event as to the student body requests

Ah, he can't join... You know.

Ha... He really wants to join but how can he?

Don't they look so happy, MC? We used to look like that too!

And it just kept on going until you hot suck of it and people started to bug you

Why don't you just get back with Beel, don't he look pitiful?

I thought humans are better... Then how can MC leave Beel like that?

Fuck... They're starting to think humans are shitty because of you!

And so for the sake of this project and your sanity

You have no other choice but get back on him

Yay!

Thank you MC!

He knew this plan would work!

He knows you love him truly!

And now his embrace seems to be

Tighter.

BELPHEGOR will lock you up forever

Hah...

He can't help but sigh after you finally told him you wnat to break up

Of course he knew about this fact before you even realize it

How you're not as clingy as you were before and how you wanted some space

He just rolled his eyes and waved his hand out of dismissal "Do whatever you want."

You'll come back to him so anyways...

Whether you like it or not.

He gave you a few weeks as a head start

Expecting you to run away and at least put effort into not being seen by him ever again

Put effort into hiding

He thought you knew him better

He thought you knew that he's serious when he says he'll lock you up and keep you for himself if you ever decided to break up with him

I guess you didn't

Right after the week he came to Leviathan and asked him to trace your number

If you change your number he'll ask Asmodeus to look up what are the most famous SIM cards at the time

Then he'll go to Mammon and ask him to look at the recent sales of SIM cards

Then he'll go to Lucifer and ask him to give him the CCTV footages of every store that sales these SIM cards

Then go back to Levi and ask him to track your location down after her found out what number you have

He'll go to Satan after and ask him to plot a perfect kidnap plan that might just work on you

Finally, he'll go to Beelzebub and ask him to help in getting you and locking you up in his private island

He doesn't care if you don't want to

He loves you

And you loved him

But don't worry

He'll teach you how to again.

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