Aka Dia’s Mama and Late Spouse of the Demon King…I plan to explain my personal headcanons of this beautiful demon lady but decided it is best to wait for tomorrow…But let’s just say…She and Lilith are judging her family for their actions with Mc..and their"head" of their own families…Looking at You Lucifer and Demon King…
She wants to slap her husband…but you beat her to it…
“I’m telling you, Lance! He has a torture room!” Asmo whimpered as he held onto Lance’s shoulders and guided him through the demon’s castle. “It’s sooo scary!”
“You’re just acting scared because you think you look cute when you’re scared,” Lance said with a sigh.
Asmo stopped cowering and grinned with a wink. “Well, I am! But seriously, he has a torture room. People hear screams coming from it!”
“And that’s where we’re heading?” Lance asked and looked over his shoulder with a bored expression.
“Yes! I want to find out if it’s true!” A scream sounded from just around the hall. Asmo’s eyes widened with a small sliver of fear. “It is true. We gotta leave!” He tugged on Lance’s arm while Lance stared down the hallway from where the sound was coming from. “You can hear him beating someone!”
Lance tilted his head to the side. “I know this song.” Lance slapped his forehead with his free hand. “He’s listening to metal, you dumbass. You all really thought Barbatos was torturing people because he just blasts metal?!”
“Uh…Oopsies?” Asmo laughed. “But he’s so mysterious you just start coming up with theories, you know?” The Avatar of Lust shook Lance back and forth. “It’s so hot!”
“You’re going to dislocate my arm,” Lance grumbled. Asmo moved away from holding his arm to grabbing his shoulders to shake him. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Come on! You have to admit he’s cool and that he at least interests you a little bit. I’ve seen how you stare at him! Come on admit itttt!!!”
“Fine!” Lance griped and took a hold of Asmo’s hands to pry him off. “Barbatos is cool.”
“And?” Asmo hummed.
Lance felt his face warm. “He at least interests me a little bit.” He looked away from Asmo and froze.
“Only a little bit?” Barbatos stood there with a smirk painted on his face. The butler approached the pair and snaked his arm so his hand on was on Lance’s back. “I’ll have to ensure I change that. Do you mind if I steal Lance, Asmodeus?”
Before Asmo could respond, Barbatos was leading Lance away. Asmo blinked. “He’s totally going to torture Lance.”
HAHAHAHA. Bedroom kind of “torture”. Go Barbatos, I am rooting for you!
Warnings: Attic incident mention, head injury, concussion (loosely based on my experience with a concussion - but that’s all blurry to me), incorrect medical stuff to fit the plot, amnesia, threat, pact use without permission
Lance slammed the door open, his chest heaved up and down. His lungs constricted painfully as he felt an asthma attack set in from when he sprinted to the castle. He eyed Barbatos corned in the room, his tail wrapped around his body as he stared at something with widened eyes. In his phone, Barbatos nearly crushed the DDD he used to contact Lance.
Lance followed Barbatos’s gaze to see a rat sitting there. With a sigh, Lance walked over to the creature, a hand moved up to his lips as he made quick kissing noises. The rat looked up at him and walked over. Bending down, Lance grabbed the rodent with the bite gloves he wore and walked out of the room without a word.
feat. 9 Demons, 2 Angels and 1 Immortal Human Sorcerer
“So, you’ve been here for a while huh?” Thirteen asked, rolling toward you. Diavolo had arranged a night out for the new exchange students and you were asked you accompany them.
“Two years, yes. This will be my third.” You answered, turning to Raphael.
He was sitting in one corner of the bed, curled into himself, trying to take up the least amount of space possible. “Are you sure you’re comfortable like that? There’s plenty of space here you know?”
“Yeah dude, you’ve been all curled up like a porcupine under threat for the past hour.” Thirteen teased, “You afraid we’ll trap you and steal all the feathers on your wings or something?”
“I’m just fine here, thank you. And it’s so easy to trap an angel, Thirteen.” Raphael answered. “More than two years here and yet I see no signs of corruption on your soul, MC. Humans are usually corrupted within weeks.”
“Well I do have traces of angel blood, by ancestry if that counts. So I should thank Lilith for that.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.
“So that demon Butler told me you’ve been working on a book that would help us settle in here better?” Thirteen asked, playing with your hair. “Personally I don’t need it, but this stuck up angel here might.”
“Speak for yourself, reaper.” Raphael said. “But yes, Simeon mentioned such a book.”
“Well…” You sighed, pointing at a maroon book on the table. “I wrote it thinking atleast some of the new exchange students would also be humans, so I doubt much of this will apply to an angel and a reaper. Here are the rough drafts.”
You cast a spell and the book flew right into Thirteen’s hands. Raphael finally moved, scooting closer so he could read.
Hello there, newcomer! Diavolo must have already welcomed you heartily. Now here’s a human’s guide to keep you safe and cautious. May you have a wonderful time here in Devildom!
General Safety and Reccomendations
Donot stray outside wherever you are staying, without a demon or angel guardian. The lower demons will be tempted to attack.
There is no Sun in Devildom. So eat plenty of foods rich in Vitamin D. And donot mention this to Asmodeus. (Seriously just don’t. Unless you want what he’s offering. In that case, have a fun night!)
Beware of cursed books and objects. Consult SatanandSolomon while you’re in the library to tell you what to look out for. You can also go to them if you are already cursed somehow. (If the curse is somehow cat related, go to Simeoninstead.)
Devildom is slightly behind the Human Realm when it comes to technology. Candles and quill pens are pretty widely used.
Check if your musical record is cursed - ask Lucifer. If he ends up keeping it, there is a good chance it is heavily cursed.
There is a certain day in Devildom where it rains gemstones. These gemstones affect the demons in peculiar ways, so don’t worry if they act strange.
Prince Diavolo has a large garden you might enjoy walking in. But it’s better to take a demon friend along as some of pretty flowers are cursed or carnivorous.
Enchanted Foods and how to spot them
Check for enchantments or curses before you consume anything.
Lunatic pudding will attract demons with alarming intensity. Avoid it altogether unless you’re into that
Gingerbread cookie men will grow into alarming sizes and try to eat you instead. Eat it before you get eaten instead.
Don’t be alarmed if your coffee tastes bitter no matter how much sugar you pour into it. That just means the person who made the coffee really likes you.
If you are someone who prefers tea, please consult Barbatos.He has an amazing collection and knowledge of teas of every realm.
It is absolutely safe to eat anything provided to you by LukeandBarbatos.They are excellent chefs.
Please take over cooking duty or inform anyone else if Solomon offers to cook. It is absolutely necessary that you do so. Why? You’re better off not asking.
For the best offers on food, consult Beelzebub. He’s sure to have a coupon or dozen for buffet places. He will gladly accompany you to any restaurant you want.
Demonus, the liquor that gets Demons and Angels tizzy, is equivalent to soda for humans! Ask LuciferandDiavolo for best recommendations.
Living with Immortals 101:
It is better if you don’t consume any coffee in Lucifer’s room, or even enter his room without him there. Because there is a high chance of a curse that will lead you underground to Cerebus - his giant, angry, three-headed dog.
WithMammon around, it is safer to place protection spells on your valuables. He’s a good guy but he can’t help his sin, you know?
If you notice doors leading into wrong rooms or a large sea monster flopping about, then presumably Leviathan is either gaming or angry about something - Usually about Mammon not returning his money.
No matter what you do, do NOT tell Satan he is similar to Lucifer (Even if they say the exact same thing at the same time, crossing their arms in the exact same way.) Also if you find him in a bad mood, get him a cat.
Asmodeus would love to take care of your style needs. Beware to look away if he states too long. Yes his eyes are amazing but you still have to look away.
If you see a dark figure heading towards the kitchen at 3 am in the night, donot be alarmed. It’s just Beelzebub getting a snack.
You’re lucky you skipped the whole attic arc dude.Belphegorhas a habit of sleeping anywhere and everywhere. Even on the floor. Please watch where you go cause you might trip over him.
If you see a confused looking Simeon fumbling with his D.D.D, he would appreciate your help with sharing a Deviltube video to his friends. If you’re bad with it too - please head to Levi’s room.
IfSolomon asks you to participate in experiments, I would suggest you call Asmo or me to take your place. It might be overwhelming for you if the experiment goes wrong.
Donot call Luke‘chihuahua’more than once a day. Also don’t point out how close Luke and Barbatos seems, he gets all shy.
Be careful around Barbatos’ room. He has portals leading to various places and timelines. If you suddenly find yourself in 1830’s France with people in ballroom garments riding flying cars - good luck finding your way back.
If you come across Diavolo sneaking around and signalling you to keep quiet, help him hide please. He just wants to some time to relax and play around, okay?!
“I’m suprised Simeon even tried using DDDs. He was very attached to writing on paper back in the realm.” Raphael said. “Also cut out this part about Solomon’s food. I like it and more people need to try it.”
“How can an angel have tastes worse than a demon? This is ridiculous.” You said, shaking your head.
“Oh but this is all good information, MC! This will be definitely help me set better and more personalized traps for everyone!” Thirteen said, excitedly reading the points again.
“Confiscated.” Raphael snatches the book and blips it out of existence.
“Hey wha-! How dare you?! Give that back!”
“No I don’t trust what you’ll do with all this information. MC this book is rather counterproductive.”
“Well it wasn’t meant for the likes of YOU!” You sighed. “Is it too much to ask for one normal human down here?!”
Solomon had never been quiet for this long before. You were awaiting a witty remark or a carefree response, but you were greeted with defeaning silence.
He simply gazed at you intently. As if taking several mental pictures for safekeeping.
“So many people chase immortality like it’s a gift. They realise what a wretched curse it is when they attend one too many funerals.”
“Solomon…”
“Do you mind if I hold you, MC? Just for a while?”
You walked towards his open arms and felt him pull you closer, burying his face in your shoulder. It was the only way to keep his composure.
He had decided long ago not to make bonds with other humans. Everyone he knew turned into names on gravestones. Isn’t that why surrounded himself with immortals? The 72 demons and the angels.
But here you are now. Someone he’s gotten too close to; given his whole heart to. Someone he’s inevitably going to lose. Unless…
“And yet I would much rather curse you with immortality than mourn you. Just for my selfish reason to spend centuries with you. But of course, that’s not my choice to make. Sorry MC, you’ve become too dear to me.”
Simeon
Crash. Clatter. Drip. You turned to the sound of breaking glass. Simeon had dropped the tea cup he was holding.
He was mumbling incoherent apologies as he tried to clean the mess he’d made. You dabbed up the liquid while he picked up the pieces of the cup.
“…So, any particular reasons you suddenly thought of this, MC?”
“Oh it’s just that I’ve been having way too many brushes with death down here since the beginning, you know? Would prefer to have some silly questions answered while I still can.”
Simeon’s jaws tightened visibly. “A world without you would be too cold and too dark.”
He thought of your empty seat in class, your favorite cup which would never be used again, your mispelled name in his contacts. You would never pick up, no matter how many times he’d call.
He reached out and held your hands in his. He squeezed tight.
Suddenly he knew why Lilith comitted treachery. And now he would start a war just to keep you alive and next to him.
“I suppose I have to, don’t I? Though I’d much rather you be alive and well forever.”
Diavolo
The papers in Diavolo’s hands crumpled in his grip. He looked at you pointedly, overcome with sudden anxiety.
You weren’t even looking at him. You went on working on a pile of his papers, helping him so he could rest more. How could you ask something so lightly? But then again you always hid your problems.
“Is something the matter, MC? Is someone threatening you? Or a growing sickness a perhaps?”
“Oh nothing’s wrong! It’s just a question. We humans think of these things without rhyme or reason.”
He scooted closer to you, sitting in chair next to yours. Elbows comfortably touching.
Humans on an average live upto 75 years. Some lucky ones even make it past 90. But even with all that, Diavolo realised how fleeting time was and how quickly it would take you away from him.
He was so used to having you around. Even if you weren’t in the same house, he felt oddly content knowing you are in some part of Devildom. Having your existence entirely wiped off would be…
“Would I mourn you, you ask?” He laid his head rest gently on your shoulder. “That would be the most painful thing I’d ever have to. And I’d rather turn all realms upside so I can avoid that.”
Barbatos
Barbatos and you were on class cleanup duty when he stopped dusting off the boards and stood there, staring at the ground, smiling.
He looked at you doing your chores diligently. A whimsical question yet it lay heavy on him. He kept his duster down and patted on a desk in front of him, calling out to you.
“Come rest for a moment, MC. Here, have a seat.”
“Sure, only if you rest with me.”
“Then pardon my indiscretion, if I rest right here.”
He softly leaned his forehead onto your shoulder. He smelled like tea leaves and mint. “You mean a lot to me, MC. I’m sure you know that.”
The helping hand he never knew he needed. Barbatos thought he was solely meant to take care of every mess, every whimsy and demand of the Prince. Until you came along and took care of Barbatos instead. How could he let you go?
He couldn’t imagine a day without you asking him how he was doing, if he needed help and then begging to let you help him, forcing your way if he refused.
You nodded as his arms snaked around you, pinning you in your position. He pushed himself closer to you, whispering against your ear.
“Then you should know I wouldn’t consider it inappropriate to abuse my powers of time to keep you alive and well. And right here next to me.”
Luke
Luke wasn’t even supposed to hear it. He had the most unfortunate timing to walk in when you were merely thinking out loud. He almost dropped the tray of cupcakes he was holding.
He set down the tray outside and walked in quietly, all the while looking at your now smiling face.
“Oh Luke?! Gummorning!”
“Don’t ask such things early in the morning, MC!”
He had himself wrapped around you. He hugged you tight, as if trying to cure of you of your mortality. You felt him sob and patted his head softly.
“Why do demons get to live longer than humans?! Aren’t they the worst of the two? You…you should live longer. You have to live longer.”
Being much younger than the other angels, he’d never really known much beyond his own realm. He’d never known the pain of loss, you assumed. But perhaps he did. You didn’t want to add to his misery.
“I couldn’t possibly leave you behind with these demons now, could I? I’ll try to live long like Solomon, how about that?”
“Even longer than that! I’ll make you as many desserts as you want if you do!”
“Let’s go there next! Hall of Mirrored Selves!” You pointed excitedly. This was a last exursion before everyone would get busy preparing for the play. You decided to go to a carnival.
“Eh? A mirror maze? Come on MC, we’ve been to these plenty of times in the human world.” Belphie yawned, readjusted the pillow in his arms.
“It actually might be worth checking out. This one seems to be enchanted.” Satan was peering down at the description written on a wall outside it. “See the truth through the eyes of the beholder at the end of the journey.”
“Hmm does that mean our reflections will change depending on who’s seeing us in the last mirror? Hmm seems safe enough.” Lucifer agreed. “Let’s get going then.”
“Hmm it couldn’t be worse than Asmo and Levi screaming on the rollercoaster clutching onto Mammon and Beel for dear life.” Belphie smirked as he followed everyone else inside.
The mirror maze was easy enough to figure out. Satan and Belphie conspired to confuse Lucifer by scattering random similar looking objects they could find on the floors.
Lucifer didn’t fall for a single one, while Belphie got lost instead. Satan guided you forward but Lucifer had to go back to fetch Belphie who gave up trying and started taking a nap against one of the mirrors.
“I have to admit, this is rather nice.” Satan took your hand, when he noticed you both were alone. “Let’s go together shall we? I’m holding you because I want to make sure you don’t get lost.”
“Of course. Thank you Satan.” You almost wanted to spare him. He was being a sweetheart after all. But it was too late for that.
“Yes I think we’re on the right track, just a another left turn and straight on like this- Satan? You okay?” You were navigating along with him when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Is that the last mirror, MC?”
Satan’s voice was deadly low. He pointed leftwards. You nodded your head.
“And it’s supposed to show you how everyone else sees you?”
“Not everyone at once of course! If you stand in the mirror with someone it shows you how they see you I think.”
“Stay here for a bit, will you MC? I just need to check something.” He lets go of your hand and moves forward.
You stay back. You already know what he’s going to see.
Satan already noticed Lucifer and Belphie heading this way. He angled himself in a way that he could see their reflections in the mirror with him.
“I knew it. I fucking knew it.”
You heard a low growl followed by a CRASHHHH.You hurried over to his side careful not to come directly in front of the mirror.
Satan’s hand was inches deep in the middle of the now cracked mirror. He’d punched the glass in. And you saw why.
The cracked and splintered glass reflected black hair instead of blonde. Red and black clothes instead of blue and green. Red eyes instead of green. Lucifer’s face instead of his own.
His biggest nightmare glaring right back at his face.
“Hey…hey, it’s okay.” You said softly as you came into the frame too. His shoulders relaxed, his eyes softening down again. “I’m here now.”
The reflection was not Lucifer anymore. It was him, with his fist on the glass and persisting rage in his eyes. The realest version of him.
In a world without you, he would have burnt this place to the ground with both Lucifer and Belphie in it. Yes, Belphie too. Because clearly he too saw him as Lucifer’s clone.
But as you stood next to him, he saw your hand in the mirror reaching for his, pulling him back. Tending to his wounds. Atleast you saw him for him. Right now that was enough.
“I’m so sorry. I never should have brought you here.” You blowed air on his bleeding knuckles, making him stand away from the broken glass shards on the floor.
“No. It’s okay, MC. I’m glad to finally confirm the truth for once.” His voice had bitterness and relief at the same time.
“I’m so sorry Satan I- AHHHHH!”
You jumped back, staring at the mirror in horror. There was no you. There was a twisted and cracked face of Lilith. Her body but with your clothes. A set of bloody fingerprints around her neck. Bruises over her arms.
Identical to the injuries Belphie inflicted on you that night.
Satan noticed it too. He also noticed Lucifer dragging a sleeping Belphie in the distance. So this is how they saw you? Pathetic. Absolutely delusional.
“Shhh it’s okay. I’m here too. You’re not whatever that abomination is.”
Your reflection turned right the moment he walked into the frame. Your eyes glistening with unshed tears. Satan wrapping his arms around you protectively.
This was you and him. The only two people who saw each other for what they truly are.
His heart had turned cold against his brothers for good. If Belphie and Lucifer saw him that way, the others who openly and blantantly made jokes about it were probably worse.
“Let’s get out of here, Satan.”
Noone wanted it more than him. Never mind the others. They can go to hell. It was unsaid but you both understood it.
You left the maze, his wounded hand on your waist. Your eyes still glistened almost as if you didn’t plan this whole thing meticulously. Comforting him as if you didn’t manipulate each reflection to your will.
And when Satan shut himself up in his room, refusing to talk to anyone but you, only going to meals after his brothers were long finished and gone, you sat there with an agonized look on your face - as if this wasn’t EXACTLY what you wanted.
… .
… .
“Your time is up, Diavolo. Choose. Your life or his? Choose or you both die.” Your voice echoed in the empty room.
Diavolo’s head hung low as he sat still in his chair, magical chains keeping him locked in his place.
Lucifer sat unconscious sitting in the chair opposite to him. His body tied identically to Diavolo’s.
A long black sword hung in the air, suspended between them. The demon blade, the only weapon strong enough to kill a demon with one hit.
“Young Master, No! No you don’t have to do this!” Barbatos screamed in vain. He was sitting in a movie hall, watching it all happen on screen.
“Shhh Barbatos. I never guessed you’d be the loud type at movies. Just sit tight won’t you?” Solomon sat next to him, eating popcorn.
Barbatos tried to move, but he locked in place. Bound by his pact with Solomon. And Solomon was on MC’s side. “But Young Master he’s going to- he’s going to-”
“You did nothing when you knew Belphie was going to kill MC. Why is this so hard?” Solomon said nonchalantly, voice laid with venom.
“I chose me. Take my life. Spare him, please.” Diavolo’s voice was desperate. “He’s been through enough hurt.”
“Very well.” You smiled, finally coming into frame, right underneath the blade.
You reached for it and it fluttered downwards like an obedient child. You didn’t even need to touch it. You simply motioned at the Prince.
Diavolo smiled looking directly at Barbatos through the screen. “Thank you for everything, Barbatos. As a last request, please avert your eyes from the screen.”
“Young Master- No- no-” Barbatos struggled in vain. Even with his demon form unleashed, his tail did nothing. It couldn’t even touch Solomon nor reach MC.
Slash.
The sickening sound of metal cutting through skin and bone. Barbatos saw a hazy outline of Diavolo’s heart being pierced straight through through tear-brimmed eyes.
“DIAVOLO!”
He screamed louder than he ever had. But Diavolo stayed unmoving. Only you moved forward, closer and closer until your face completely filled the screen.
“This is what happens if you tell anyone about me. So…shhhh, okay?”
You pressed a dainty finger to your slightly smiling lips. Solomon clapped and cheered next to him. “My my, that a was good show wasn’t it? I guess you can wake up now. The exit is that way.”
Barbatos woke up in cold sweat. Again. He already agreed to keep their secret - why were they still threatening him? And why do the images get more vivid every time?
He glanced at the clock. 5 a.m. A dream at dawn.
According to some human cultures, dreams dreamt at dawn are very likely to come true. A threat within a threat. Did you just like tormenting him that much?
Is this how much pain they caused you?
Barbatos knew the answer. And shivers ran down his back realising you were still being merciful.
“This is simply embarassing. This has never happened to me before.” You shook your head in disbelief.
“Oh come on, MC, it’s no big deal.” Solomon chuckled, leaning against the window-sill. “Everyone impulse buys now and then. You can’t always be in control of your finances.”
“I just got paid two days ago, Solomon! My next payment won’t come in until next month!” You groaned. “Why did Lucifer let me get drunk and buy everyone drinks?”
“Well in his defense, he was more hammered than you. And everyone will gladly pay your expenses for a month after you were so generous last night.” He laughed as expected.
“You know I won’t allow anyone to do that. I don’t like people paying for me in general. Not even borrowing. It feels..ugh.” You had to physically shake the cringe off.
“Okay then, how about money in exchange of services?” Solomon smirked this time, sideeyeing.
You launched your biggest pillow at him. He caught it deftly. That annoyed you more. You threw another one. He caught it again.
“You can’t seriously be suggesting I-”
“If you assumed something unholy, it’s your mind that’s dirty MC. What I have in mind is perfectly innocent.”
“Ugh. Fine. Let’s hear it. If it’s even remotely as dirty as I’m expecting it to be I’ll chuck my entire bed at you.”
“Okay okay hear me out first, fiesty.”
In the group chat (no Luke):
Mammon: Oi, MC! Solomon has been in your room for too long! What are you doing in there, McShady?
Solomon: What did you think we were doing, Mammon? ;)
Levi: HEY! WHAT’S THAT MEAN -
Satan: The winky face is not helping your cause.
Asmo: Ooh Solomon, you still haven’t lost your stamina~
Beel: MC, are you okay in there? Why aren’t you responding?
Belphie: Why do we even allow Solomon to be alone with MC?!
Lucifer: Enough with this. All of you are bombarding Diavolo and my phone’s with unecessary messages. MC, please reply so these buffoons can give it a rest.
Satan: Look at you trying to be subtle when you care just as much. Pathetic.
Simeon: Ah it never ends with these two. It’s adorable in a way. And Solomon shouldn’t you be heading home now?
Diavolo: Never a dull moment with you lot haha. But what ARE you doing Solomon?
Barbatos: Would you allow me to assist you back home if you’re exhausted Solomon?
Solomon: My word, everyone seems to be want to remove me from your room MC, even though you asked me to stay.
MC: Hey guys, it’s okay. He was helping me with something. And it’s done now.
MC: So after I completely embarassed myself and forgot about my budget Solomon told me about another way to earn some money in case I really need it.
MC: You know how in Japan, you can rent lovers? Like that anime Rent-a-girlfriend, Levi? You know it?
Levi: …Yes. W-what about it?
Satan: Given the context and Levi’s unusually dismal response to MC’s mention of anime - I don’t like where this is going.
MC: Of course there’s lots of rules and and anything physical is off the table. The services simply supplies as a partner in case there’s places you want to go like social gatherings or even human world tours.
MC: And I would like to offer similar services. Do you have any safe human-safe demon network where I can apply? Only for this month!
Brothers: …..
Lucifer: This is absolutely ludicrous. I’m sure Diavolo will not allow this and-
Diavolo: Can I avail your services MC?
Lucifer: Diavolo!
Simeon: Ahem…I need someone to accompany me to the human markets too so may I as well?
Asmo: Does this mean I can have MC to myself without Mammon barging in and claiming MC?
Solomon: Yes. MC is contractually your partner for a specified time period after all.
Barbatos: I think this is the most human safe network of demons right here, MC. You shouldn’t venture elsewhere.
Beel: Since when do we get earthquakes in Devildom? The whole floor seems to be trembling?
Belphie: That’s our brothers racing to MC’s room. Come on Beel no time to stand around!
Solomon: Just letting everyone know the first slot is mine.
Mammon: LIKE HELL IT IS!! MC wait for me!
Levi: LOLOL do you even have any Grimm, Mammon?
Lucifer: I’m coming home right now. Everyone stop this nonsense.
Diavolo: Barbatos and I would like to accompany you.
You were exhausted today. Having to manage a whole event, assignments and 7 chaotic brothers was no easy feat. It was only lunchtime and you were dizzy with fatigue.
You must have missed your footing and stumbled a couple of times because someone called out to you. “MC! Are you okay?! You don’t look too well…”
A pair of arms held you upright but you just wanted to rest. Without another word, you leaned into him, your head right over his rapidly beating heart.
“Could I stay like this? Just for a little bit?”
Lucifer
“Of course, MC.”
He gently pats your head as he leans against the wall on his room. Another hand holds you by the waist, keeping you balanced. The door might be unlocked, one of his brothers might slip in and see him like this with you but he didn’t care.
You seemed restful in his arms. He didn’t want to disturb you. He stared at you with guilt.
“I’m afraid I’ve given you too many responsibilities. I apologise, MC. You can take it easier from here onwards.”
He whispers holding you tighter. He can hold you like this for the rest of the day if you want.
Mammon
“Oi, easy there! Hold on!”
Mammon’s arms tightened around you instantly to make sure you didn’t fall. His cheeks flushed red at the proximity.
He gently makes you sit down on his couch, holding you with one hand and fanning you with a notebook in the other.
“You’ll get a fever from so much work, MC! You’re acting all workaholic like Lucifer. And you’re supposed to ask me for help! I’m your protector remember?”
He keeps fanning you until he feels you are finally cooled down. Is prepared to tuck you to sleep in his bed if you ask.
Leviathan
“Ah! Careful MC!”
He catches you and loses his balance in suprise. Luckily he does fall back against his cushy gaming chair. He would much rather move you to his bathtub where he assumes you’d be more comfy.
“Give me some warning before you do that next time please, MC! *Sigh* This is why I tell you to stay here with me! Look at how they tiring my brothers are!”
He looks down to see wires from his consoles wrapped around both of your feet, binding you together. He blushes as you mumble something and his arms relax on you.
And to be honest when was he next going to find you so close to him, away from his annoying brothers?
Satan
“By all means, MC.”
He chuckles a little seeing how you clumsily fell on him. He still manages to walk you to his bed, almost carrying you. He’s already checked your vitals to make sure nothing is seriously wrong.
Propping you up to his chest, he pulls a thin blanket on both of you. He makes you curl into his warmth as he makes sure you’re comfortable.
“No more long nighters for you, MC. And you’re welcome to come and rest here whenever you like. Shhh…its okay, keep your eyes closed. You can fall asleep.”
He strokes your hair like he does with cats. And with another hand he resumes reading a book, glancing at you every now and then. And he smiles, reassured that you’re resting well.
Asmodeus
“Oh darling, of course!”
He clucks his tongue and shakes his head in dismay. Clearly you have been ignoring his advice of getting enough rest.
He takes the pillows on his bed and fluffs them up before placing you on them. He wants to get his entire relaxing kit from the bathroom but the way you cling to him has him weak.
“I’ll ask Solomon to help at the event this week, so take the all rest you need, MC. Yes, I’ll be keeping an eye on you to make sure! Now rest.”
He runs his fingers softly around your eyes and then threads his fingers through your hair, pressing them into your scalp. It was the best head massage you’d ever had.
Beelzebub
“MC?! MC what’s wrong?! Hold on!”
He promptly picks you up princess style and heads over straight to your room. He needs to make sure you’re okay at all costs.
Your arms wrap around his torso and he doesn’t have the heart to set you down now.
“Have you been skipping meals again, MC? I’ll take you to Hell’s kitchen after this. My treat. Make sure you eat a lot okay, MC?”
He smiles at you, gently brushing stray hairs off your face and cupping your cheek. If anyone barges into your room, he covers your ears and shoos them away.
Belphegor
“Make yourself at home, MC.”
Luckily for you Belphie was already sitting on the common room couch. He laid down, taking you with him, curling his arms around your waist.
“This is why I keep telling you to get more rest. But you never listen do you? *Sighs* Are you competing with Lucifer to see who overworks themselves to death first? I can’t allow you to win that.”
He traces circles on your back, feeling you relax further into him. Just like Beel, he death glares at anyone who makes noise around you. Which is frequent since you both are in the common room!
Solomon
“I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
Holds you close and drapes his cape around you to keep you comfy. He’s eyebrows furrow in worry before he realises it’s merely fatigue. He can definitely help you out of it.
You feel the rushing wind in your hair and on your cheeks as he flies you through the air back to his place. He grabs onto you tight even when you’re inside.
“Now rest as much as you like. I’ll give you some revitalizing potion later. Oh did I move too far away? Can I come closer then? As you wish, MC.”
He chuckles as if he didn’t desperately want the same thing. He blows softly on your forehead and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Perhaps you should go back to the human world for a while,away from everyone else.
Simeon
“Oh dear! Are you okay?! MC?!”
Readily catches you, pacing himself delicately so as to cause you minimum disturbance. He doesn’t know much about normal human biology only that they’re much more fragile.
Sits down with you in the back of an abandoned classroom, your cheeks falling soft and warm against his bare shoulder. He blushed at the sensation.
“Are you not feeling well, MC? Does anything hurt? What can I do to make it better? Just stay like this? Of course, for as long as you need!”
He whispers his worries as he drapes one arm around you and gently places his head on yours, drawing circles on your arm. He’s determined to have a talk with Lucifer later - clearly you need to be taken care of better.
Diavolo
“Of course. Hold on tight, MC.”
He carries you around like a child on his shoulder everywhere he goes. People keep staring but he couldn’t care less. He just glares at them and they stay silent.
You stir a little while he’s sitting in the council room, signing some papers. You lift your dizzy head up a little but he coaxes it back down on his shoulder.
“No MC, it’s no trouble at all. In fact, it will be more worrisome for me to let you walk around on your own in this state. So please keep resting. I’ll have Barbatos and Solomon prepare whatever medication you require.”
He readjusts you on his lap whenever you seem fidgety and rocks you gently whenever you try to wake yourself up. He’s already preparing to make you stay at the castle this week.
Barbatos
“Allow me to give you some more comfort.”
He deftly multitasks while holding you close. He prepares a suitable resting spot on the student council lounge sofa.
He smiles when he sees you refuse to let go of his hands. He sits down first and gently lays down your head on his lap.
“Yes it’s really fine, MC. I have no immediate duties to be taken care of. Please sleep and rest your brain for a while if you can. I’ll make you peppermint tea later.”
He runs his fingers through your hair, combing the tangles out of them, massaging your scalp and the back of your neck in the best way possible. He’s honestly really grateful to have you here.
Your voice alarmed Barbatos. He saw you peeking into the council room with an innocent smile on your face. How many terrible intentions did that smile hide…?
“Ah MC is here! Come on in!” Diavolo called cheerily, patting the seat next to him. Lucifer also gave you a warm smile.
“Look I got a perfect score in Seductive Speechcraft!” You held up your graded report, waving it around as you entered.
Barbatos’ eyes followed you cautiously. You gave his shoulder a little squeeze and bent down to whisper to him. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt your precious master. I promised didn’t I?”
You say that right after showing your score in speechcraft? Is this a warning or a taunt?
“Congratulations, MC. That makes you the only other person to get the perfect score in speechcraft.” Lucifer says, nodding approvingly.
“Oh? Who was the first one?” You asked, tilted your head to the side.
“Lucifer, of course!” Diavolo gestured with gusto towards an blushing Lucifer who tried to stop him from embarrassing him further.
“Can you also tell if someone is using it on you?” You prodded further. Barbatos was puzzled by this line of questioning.
“Indeed. I can always tell. One must be cautious around enchanted persuasion. In fact,” Lucifer half-smiled as he reached for some paper next to you, “You should be careful yourself.”
Only you knew how much strength it took to not start laughing in his face. Pride indeed. What a suitable sin for his over inflated ego.
“Thank you, Lucifer. I’ll keep that in mind.” You smiled as you arranged your share of accounts to compile. “Oh! I almost forgot! I have an idea for the annual school play!”
“Finally! Thank you, MC.” Diavolo looked relieved. “I asked the brothers for advice too but they came up with rather strange concepts of live heists, cosplay rom-com, lingerie photoshoot and competitive eating and sleeping.”
“Each one of them is getting more ridiculous day by day.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just last night Satan suggested we do some musical from the human world called ‘Cats’. I was appalled by the movie he showed me.”
You stifled a laugh. “Well they always do suggest whatever they like most. But I hope my suggestion won’t be too much.”
“Oh please, MC. You’re the only sensible in that mad house. Please go ahead. Even your worst idea will be twenty times more reasonable than theirs.” Lucifer urged.
You glanced at Barbatos. And he finally looked away from you. From here on, he wasn’t supposed to interfere.
“I take it from the smile on your face, they loved the idea.” Solomon waited for you by the R.A.D gates.
You nodded. “Diavolo already sent the itinerary to the school newspaper club to set the word. Its as good as done.”
“Well then what’s next?”
“Ah the next task is easier. You have to keep me busy for the next two weeks.”
Solomon furrowed his brow. “Busy? How?”
“Call me out for some plan or the other. Going shopping or flower picking for your potions? Ask me to come along. Read about a new spell you liked? Ask to teach me. And on weekends you can suggest sleepovers.”
“I have to keep you away from them don’t I? You want to stay out of their house. Well then you must be prepared to save me from the brothers’ anger.”
You fiddled your fingers as if you were holding strings. Strings that hold and make the puppets dance. “What else are these pacts for?”
“I still can’t believe you managed to convince Barbatos to keep your secret. What hold do you have on him?”
You shrugged as you walked on. “I didn’t threaten him per se. I guess he noticed he couldn’t find anymore versions of me he could replace me with.”
“Why wouldn’t he able to- wait you couldn’t possibly break all the-” Solomon couldn’t even comprehend such a thing.
“I could actually. I broke the links to every alternate timeline where Belphie didn’t kill me. So the only versions of me he’ll find are already six feet under. Isn’t it hilarious?!”
You chuckled and skipped in glee, clapping your hands together like a child getting excited about their first ever road trip.
Obey Me Mammon Angst Skits: Angstober 2021 Edition
Day 3 (Late): Mark of a Killer
Warnings:
This Angstober Prompt is going to be short. I don’t have much of an idea for it. However, I still will be trying to get out an idea that HOPEFULLY does not feel rushed.
There will be blood, death, and bodily harm in this.
There may or may not be mentions of moderate to severe depression. However, there is more likely to be mentions of it, so tread carefully.
As usual, this is Mammon-Centric. When is it not?
Have fun, stay safe, and enjoy your short read.
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See you later!
It is strange, what love does to a person.
Such intense love and hate can be so confusing… everything surely spins in the world of self involvement. Perhaps it is the constant truth that life was ever changing, and yet some things remained the same.
The Avatar of Greed didn’t know how to feel about his role.
His feelings.
They were all a muddle of broken emotions and strong resistence to impulse.
Such feelings were messy.
They caused him nothing but grief, and yet, he sat here, not changing a single thing. Not even when he had the chance.
Mammon looked at himself in the reflection of his phone as he stood in the alleyway. He waited for his target to arrive. It was… astounding… just how much this job helped him with his stress. His burdensome emotions that tugged at his mind, no matter where he went, or what he did.
He felt somewhat… content. If not, foolish, from time to time.
Soon, there was a text coming through. The phone was on silent, so the target didn’t hear it. One of the few things that Mammon was smart enough to get done beforehand. Who would have thought, right?
‘Is your assigntment nearby?’ the text was simple.
Were they?
Looking around the corner, the hooded avatar pulled his mask down over his face, and started to type on his device.
“Yeah. They are here. What do you want me to do with them?” he asked the voice over the line. Not even a few seconds after the text was sent, there was another message from his ‘employer’.
‘I need you to strangle them, and pull them into the alleyway. Barbatos will meet you there. Understood?’ the voice prompted via text again, to which Mammon let out the slightest sigh. He needed to keep his head, and remember why he was doing this.
First… he did it.. because killing them… it felt good. He felt… a relief of stress. He felt like he could get some tension off of his chest, with minimal regret… though… his barrier of emotions took a while to build.
Second, he did it, because it helped his Lord and Friend.
Diavolo.
Mammon started to walk by the woman, noticing that no one was nearby. It didn’t take long. He brought out a needle, and a spare belt that he had found in his room. After which, he would surely burn it, to dispose of evidence, that way.
The white haired man had nearly been caught before. Diavolo had to cover up for him, which the man was more than happy to do, but it did make Mammon feel guilt.
‘Don’t forget that he practically owns you now… he has more control over you than he did before.’ Mammon looked down to his hand, noticing a lightly glowing demonic symbol that he agreed to let Diaovlo place on him. The Lord of the Devildom needed to keep tabs on him, after all. Just in case anything went awry.
The blue and gold eyed demon closes his eyes, before wrapping the belt around the womans neck, and quickly cutting off her air, before pulling it tight enough to crush some part of her throat.
She died fairly quickly.
Some more stress was released from his body. It still felt nice…
He could direct the pains of his own woes onto the victims that Diavolo gave him. Those that thwarted his plans, or didn’t go along with the idea of his perfect kingdom. Barbatos went along with him, as the kings servant. He was content with his role.
Mammon remembered why he was sought.
He had been sought out, because Diavolo could smell his rage.
He could just sense Mammon close to snapping. He would likely end up hurting one of his siblings. He didn’t want to do that… no matter what. So.. he would just use others. Others that he didn’t care about. He could spare his own feelings of guilt that way. He did, spare them well.
This mark that Diavolo put on him was going to be there forever.
So it’s not like he could back out now.
Mammon looked to the mouth of the alley, and saw a familiar green eyed demon, who smiled to him.
“Did you do what he asked of you, M?” he questioned, before walking forward.
The avatar of greed nodded, before picking up the body, and handing it to the other, who knew what to do from there.
“Good work. See you tomorrow.”
Mammon took out a cigarette, before nodding, and stuffing the belt into his pocket. He looked at the symbol on his hand that Diavolo had given him a while back. The thing glowed, which sort of stung, but soon, the glowing dimmed down, and the symbol vanished, as if it was never there.
It would surely be in the same place tomorrow…
The tanned man smiled to himself, almost feel ing as though he lost another piece of himself, in a way.
However, he dismissed it.
He would just drown out any remaining negative emotions in liquor, anyhow.
There will be mentions of death, but no major descriptions of it.
This is mainly angst, but then again, when is it not, lmfao’
There is referenced self oof in here.
IDK why I exist sometimes,
Did you know that I love you? Platonically, I mean. I am not much, but I do thank you for coming by and reading when you do. I like hearing your thoughts, or just seeing people enjoy my writing.
I hope you have a good day today.
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To the MiniFic
The Devildom was gone…
Reduced to ruins as unknown creatures roamed the lands; the once grand kingdom was nothing more than a playground of snow, ice, and deadly traps. The kingdom had sunken into nothing, save for the few that remained in the tarnished, useless lands.
It seems that nature was cruel. She was always waving around her wand of fate, enjoying tempting the lives of those that lie under it.
The Angels had Destroyed everything. They had tarnished the safety of the devildom, by seeking help from the greater evils. Evils that even Diavolo himself would never permiss, let alone the estranged, former Demon King.
Mammon looked over the desolate landscape, holding Lucifer’s coat over his shoulders. He held several weapons, and his demon form was showing.
It was cold.
The bitter wind surrounded his body with no second thought. He was just an obtrusion He thought back to the olden days. Closing his eyes at the memories of the warmth of the hell that he had been familiar with before the great collapse.
Diavolo was dethroned, and subsequestially- somehow- killed.
Whatever happened seemed to evade Barbatos’s visions… then again… if Diavolo could be dethroned… what bit of powers Barbatos had weren’t going to mean much. The green haired demon disappeared. This world was orderless. You were killed, or you killed others.
Mammon learned that the hard way when his brothers all died off one by one. Lucifer went out first. That was no surprised. He was the strongest of the demon kin. He was prideful to the very end, no matter what happened. He had went off on his own, without the other siblings knowing- and died trying to take out as many enemies as possible, so they could find a safer place to call home.
Beelzebub was next. With the collapse of demon Society- he was doomed from the get go… as the avatar of gluttony, he was in constant pain from the lack of nourishment. Eventually- he starved to death… it didn’t take long. His own sin ate him alive- and at the end of it… he was no bigger than a skeleton when his body took it’s toll.
Belphegor, naturally went out next. The sibling of sloth didn’t have the energy to protect himself, led alone anyone else. The main reason he died, though, was because of the feeling of emptiness after Beel died. Some could say he died of a broken heart. Mammon begged him not to eat that poisoned plant.
Asmodeus was soon to follow. He went out in battle. He was overwhelmed by other enemies, and Leviathan went out the same way. Both being ambushed by enemies which nearly always consisted of disfigured demonic animals, and strange, sentient plants. Maybe even fellow demons who were just trying to survive the literal snowed-over hellscape their home turned into.
Satan was the last of kin to bite the bullet. He had also went during battle, but it was from a singular opponent… the brother of wrath was eaten alive, in a snap of greedy, evil jaws, the top half was severed from the bottom- and he became a ghoulish creatures food.
That was all years ago. Maybe… half a decade?
Mammon hardly could keep track of the days anymore.
He had done nothing by survive. Nothing by try to continue in this world that had so greedily taken those he loved from him. There was nothing in this world that he wanted, and yet, somehow, he found himself chasing the concept of life this entire time.
He avoided death by the skin of his teeth, just to have no family, or friends to go home to.
Everything had been for nothing. It has been for far too long.
Looking down the side of the cliff, the demon of greed sighs, and he looks up to the whitened, snow-salted skies, before narrowing his eyes. He hated seeing it. Just another reminder of how their lives were ruined. He could heard the slightest bit of movement from the water below the ice-capped revine.
It was finally time.
He had been fighting for long enough.
It was time to go home.
He looked down to the several objects he kept with himself at all times- especially after his losses. One of Levi’s old game cartiges, Lucifer’s coat, Beel’s small food-resin keychain decoara- part of a pillowcase that Belphegor used as a bracelet from time to time- asmodeus’s white nailpolish- and Satan’s reading glasses.
He was ready.
Closing his eyes, and turning around, Mammon opened them one more time and looked out in the distance. There was a large, aggressive hellscapre creature running right at him. So long for being able to at least enjoy the sight of the land..
He closed his eyes again, pulling his arms closer to his chest, before falling backwards off the cliff, and plummettning toward the icy water below.
It felt like time was moving in slow motion. Everything was so light.
He reflected on the amazing times he had… as well as the pain, and sorrow he had experienced. For the first time in years, he felt happiness that he never thought he was experience again.
Soon enough, his body crashed through the cap of the ice that covered the deep revine, and he felt himself become submerged in the chilly depths of the moving current. He felt as though he was choking, but he didnt struggle. There was no point in it.
He kept his eyes closed, and felt his consciousness drifting. The world aroud him got darker, despite his already blocked vision. even darker black peppered the dark void that rested behind his eyelids, and he continued to sink down into the revine further.
He truly was submerged.
Floating.
He was free.
As his final thoughts began to leave him- he smiled to himself, his body slowly becoming one of the many endless corpses that had fallen because of this oe liveable land. He choked on water, and- just before his conscious thoughts went stagnant- he felt wamth at several hands grabbed his uselessly drifting arms from within the water.
6 hands. all different.
His body continued to sink- alone in the water. No one would ever reach it. He would never been seen, or heard again.
That didn’t stop his smile, though. He could feel them now. He could go where he truly wanted to be all this time. He could escape this hell of a life… finally be happy again.
