Ask: I loved the Karen vs the Demon Bros post! Can you do a part 2 with the dateables? Thanks!! -Anon
Diavolo (Toxic religious Karen)
This lady REALLY doesn’t know what shes getting into…
Diavolo had wanted to spend more time in the human realm, and invited you to join him.
The trip was meant to last a few days, and thus far it was going swimmingly. Well that cant last now can it
You decided to take some time in a nearby park before heading back to the Devildom, when a lady had approached you, asking if you were interested in hearing about her religion.
Diavolo politely declined, but she stated getting upset and yelling about you both being sinners and demons.
Of course that was only true of one of the two of you, so Diavolo decided to defend you, whilst also giving the Karen a bit of a fright.
“Please leave me and my partner alone. Lest I need to show you the true power of a demon.”
The air will grow colder, and even tough you cant see Diavolo’s expression, the Ladies reaction tells you that it was bone chilling.
After she leaves Diavolo will continue the day as normal, perhaps offering to spoil you a bit more.
Barbatos
Barbatos was headed to the human world for ingredients, and invited you to help him choose what flavors to work with.
You were in the grocery store, picking out some strawberries when you apparently grabbed the pack that the lady behind you wanted.
Of course instead of moving on, or asking nicely for the pack of strawberries, she chose to throw a fit.
You were more than surprised when the package was waked out of your hands, and If Barbatos had been even a second later he wouldn’t have been able to catch them.
He wore a fake smile as he gently tugged you closer to him and away from the feral woman.
“It seems you accidentally bumped into my friend… Its quite alright though… I forgive you.”
If you didn’t know better you’d think Barbatos was hexing her.
She stood mouth agape, as Barbatos and you finished buying the fruits you picked out.
You’ll continue shopping, and once you return to the Devildom Barbatos will teach you some of his favorite recipes as he incorporated the ingredients you got from the human world.
Solomon (Toxic Religious Karen Kinda)
As teasing and mischievous as Solomon could be, he understood best how overwhelming the Devildom can be for a human.
As such, it wasn’t uncommon for him to invite you to join him on visits to the human world.
Being a human himself, Solomon has dealt with the most Karens in his time, and he can practically sense this woman’s intentions before you even enter the museum.
He’ll try to subtly lead you away from her, going to exhibits where shes not nearby, or crowded areas where she might have a a different target for her bullshit.
However when you enter the gift shop to find only a few people and the Karen Solomon cant really be as subtle.
The Karen waists no time in pointing out the Pentagram on Solomon’s bag, and calling you monsters.
“Actually we’re the most human of all our friends. If your so obsessed with my pentagram, perhaps I can show you what I can do with it…”
After scaring off the Karen by threatening to curse her Solomon will let you pick out something from the gift shop for him to pay for.
If you flash some puppy dog eyes he might be willing to get you that big plushie on the counter.
Simeon
Simeon Is used to seeing the best side of humanity, so he’s shocked when he notices the hateful glare that this lady is sending your way.
You had asked Simeon to join you in the human world to help you look for a gift for Luke’s birthday.
You were at a nearby toy store where you saw some board games you thought Luke would like to play with Solomon and Simeon.
However one lady with her kids seemed very unhappy with your presence in the store.
You had been preoccupied when Simeon approached the Karen, otherwise you would have probably stopped him.
“I noticed you staring at us. Did we do something to upset you?”
The lady didn’t hesitate to go off on Simeon, and in the end you ended up quickly purchasing a board game and half dragging the angel out of the store.
You explained to him that some humans were just mean sometimes, and the best thing to do was just to leave.
Simeon will apologize, and offer to take you to dinner, or get you some Ice cream.
Luke
Simeon’s birthday was approaching, so Luke asked you to join him to the human world so he could surprise him with a gift.
…So maybe you got alittleside tracked, and ended up in a candy store…
Hey your here so you might as well get something!
Luke picked out something for himself, then asked to get some candy for Beelzebub since he would like some.
However the lady at the counter seemed very judgement of the amount of candy you were getting since you got so much for Beel.
She began scolding you about being a bad parent for getting so much candy for your kid.
“Hey! Most of this isn’t even for me! And I’m not a kid! I’m a full grown Ang- Er Human!”
Eventually the manager hears a commotion and comes out to help, sending the Karen to the back.
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Things Mc Probably has done in the Devildom Part 7
We gave up on trying to make sense of how we ended with 10 demon husbands,2 Angels, An immortal sorcerer as husbands + a reaper wife…and how absolutely idiotic they are
…ok pro is we have an angel and imp(LilD’s)sons and we acquired a fluffy, scally babies
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.
Hello my doves! My name is Gaby. Here are some clarification about my writing process
The way I go through my requests is from oldest to newest, so if you just put in a request it may take me a while to get to you, but I plan to try and answer all of your requests.
I am currently a senior in high school unfortunately I can only write on the weekends.
If I do not answer one of your prompts it is most likely because I have tried to write it, and I feel that my writing and style does not do justice to your request, and I only want to perform my best for the people who support me.
Requests: Open (but I wont be able to write a prompt for awhile but I’d love to chat with you)
I try answer a request every Sunday
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I’m 18 now so I am considering answering nsfw requests but I have to think it over
No shipping of the brothers… please
No romantic requests for Luke
I have recently realized I have a hard time writing for Solomon I am very sorry but I have only read fanfics of him being an absolute menace and I cant see him any other way
I really want this account to be a place where my followers can just feel fluffy so I’m not sure if I’m ready to write angst requests yet, however if I notice there are a lot of angst requests then I will try my best to answer them. But I would love if this could just be a place where we get hugs, cuddles, kisses, and fun headcanons
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Obey Me Characters Loving Habits Headcanon (Other Dateables)
Solomon always likes to make sure you’re having fun. In the middle of the conversion, he stops himself and asks you if you’d rather talk about something else. He stares at you a lot when you’re smiling.
As your mentor he makes sure you learn right and don’t overdo yourself. He is very strict when it comes to your well-being except when he’s cooking. He puts himself charge of all the medicines or ointments you might need. Tries to make you laugh with little quips and puns.
Simeon is an old romantic. Writes poems and proses subtly hinting towards you and then makes you read and judge them. Takes you on picnics every other week. If he passes by HOL, he will always drop in to visit you.
He likes looking at whatever you’re looking at. Sharing a sight and space with you is soothing to him. Asks about your life and tells you about his memories with the brothers in the Celestial realm. He can’t stop smiling when he sees how well you get along with Luke.
Diavolo shows his affection extravagantly. Showering you with expensive and plentiful gifts. If you ever tell him there’s a place you want to visit, lo and behold, he has tickets to get you there. Calls you to the palace for tea and plans more events in RAD so you can feel involved.
Never uses his royal title unfairly, he is always polite and humble when he asks you out on dates or visits. You feel like a long lost friend to him. Asks you all about your life. Doesn’t like talking about himself but he’ll do it if you insist.
Barbatos treats you like a second Master first. But he slowly opens up and treats you more informally, especially if you encourage him. He stands closer to you when you’re both alone but he’s wary of your personal space.
Makes sure to whip up all your favorite dishes when he heard you’re visiting. Gets very flustered but happy when you try to do anything for him instead. Asks for your advice and critique when it comes to human world cuisine.
Luke loves holding your hand and walking home with you. You, Barbatos and Simeon are his top three favorite people in the world. Hates being considered cute by others but doesn’t mind as much if it’s you. You’re the elder sibling/parent he wishes he could take back home.
Loves learning new recipes for you to taste. He’s the happiest when he heard you’re going on trips along with them or when you’re simply visiting him at the Purgatory Hall. Falls asleep in your lap while telling your stories about how great Michael is.
Bonus
Raphael smiles for you more. Give him your leftovers from Solomon’s cooking and watch him gleefully eat it. Also talks more around you. He gets protective soon enough, his spears at the ready against anyone who seems to threaten you. Seems more relaxed around you, almost playful. He’s usually blunt with people but he softens up for you.
Thirteen loves planning pranks with you. If you’re the creative type, she will turn all your ideas into traps one way or the other. Reaper magic cant be underestimated. Loves explaining what her traps to do and is even more grateful if you help her build them. Usually hates sharing things, especially food, but doesn’t mind when it comes to you.
Mephisto loves filling you in about RAD gossip. Instant brownie points for you if you’re on good terms wit Diavolo. Double brownie points if you’re in the Anti Lucifer Squad. He keeps demons from spreading any rumours against you. How you ask? He controls the school newspaper of course. He doesn’t stop the rumours of the two of you being together though.
Who was the character that got you into obey me and who ended up being your favorite?
Optional: you can say why
The character that got me into Obey Me: Lucifer
Listen…I have a type in otomes, okay? The dark-haired, stoic but secretly soft boys always capture my heart the fastest. I saw a really hot fanart on Tumblr of Lucifer and immediately went ‘I HAVE TO SEE WHO THIS IS’. And then baam, I am a fan. Although he was clearly different than what I expected in the beginning, he still has a soft spot in my heart nonetheless. I am severely torn between peppering his face with sweet kisses and punching him until he pisses blood for hurting Mammon. So yeah, it’s complicated that way.
The character who ended up being my favourite: Mammon
It was a very big struggle for me to decide at first. I loved them all a lot (okay, maybe not all of them. Asmo and Belphie weren’t in the list to begin with) but then as the story progressed, I found myself gravitating more and more towards Mammon. Honestly, he grew on me with his adorable jealousy and protective big brother vibes. I’ll admit that he goes a little overboard sometimes with the whole tsundere thing, but that doesn’t make him any less likeable for me. I get the urge to spoil and baby him a lot, and I guess that’s all there is to it. Sorry, I’m not that good with my words.
Like they don’t necessary have to drop an f bomb in every sentence but if they bang their funny bone, get annoyed, or are struggling to open something theyll let something fly.
Lucifer hates it and says it’s unbecoming so he’s implemented a swear jar. MC, Mammon, and Satan are the largest contributors
However MC has a special swear jar of their own for biblical swears. He’s learned the hard way humans have a unique and vulgar habit of referencing big papa. Simeon supports the swear jar system but for vastly different reasons
Winners include: god damn it, fucking Christ, for the love of God, good lord, I swear to fucking god
Watch your tongue MC
MC: *hits toe on table leg*
MC: God-fucking-damnit!
Mammon: *spits the water he was drinking*
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[ Levi and MC were playing games in his room. They finally win an especially difficult co-op level after playing for three hours. ]
Leviathan: *happy snek noises* Hooray, MC! We won—
MC: *screaming in the WWE anchor voice* FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKERS! HOW YOU LIKE THAT?!
Leviathan: *crawls into his bathtub quaking*
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Lucifer: *enjoying the silence of his office*
MC: *tries to enter the room but spots SatanandBelphegor hiding in the corner in the last second*
MC: Jesus fucking Christ! You scared the shit out of me!
Satan:
Belphegor:
Lucifer: *heard everything inside his office* One evening. Just one. Peaceful. Evening.
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MC: *staring at the huge pile of homework in front of them*
MC: All of this is due…tomorrow?!
Simeon: Yes, even I think it is unreasonable.
MC: Oh God, fuck me.
Simeon: *freezes*
Simeon: *clears throat* MC…you might want to…review what you just said…
MC: *shakes their head* Not in the slightest. Considering the academic workload at R.A.D, I might even take the offer up to him.
Simeon: *dies on the inside but smiles through the pain* Good Heavens….
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MC: *opens fridge to get ingredients for dinner preparation only to find the fridge empty*
MC: BEEL!
Beelzebub: *sticks head out from behind the wall* Hmm?
MC: *angry human noises while pointing at the empty fridge*
Beelzebub: Oh, sorry about that. Fangol practice ran late and I was really hungry, so…
MC: *huffs* I swear to fucking God I’m done with this goddamn house getting on my goddamn nerves all the fucking time—
Beelzebub: *too shocked to speak*
Lucifer: *shouts from the living room* MC! LANGUAGE!
MC: *shouts back* THEN TELL HIM TO STOP EATING ALL MY GODDAMN FOOD!
Lucifer: STOP BRINGING FATHER INTO EVERYTHING!
MC: YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!
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*meanwhile God sneezing uncontrollably in the Celestial Realm while Michael blows every healer’s head off because they cannot figure out why he is sick*
scenario: So remember that one human kid Mammon took in? Well, what if Lucifer found out and is mad because it means a human was in Devildom without Diavolo’s knowledge and consent all this time. He tries to get a hold of the child, and oh boy is the Avatar Of Greed furious….
[ the series includes: angst, violence, mentions of past, trauma ]
The hotel room they had taken temporary refuge in looked shadier than he liked. The floor was a crazy quilt of smooth marble, the wall paint chipped in a few places.
The flames in the brick fireplace cackled, exhaling wisps of light and dark smoke up the chimney. The reflection of the image was the only thing warming the boreal lifeless tint of Mammon’s eyes. His gaze was fixed on Cassie’s tiny figure snuggled into a heap of blankets on the bed. He lifted the bottle of cheap beer to his lips, the phantom weight of the gold watch he had traded for cash still lingering on his wrist. The bitter liquid did little to soothe the stinging ache in his chest, but it would have to do for now. To suppress the myriad of emotions from wreaking havoc on his mind until he could figure out his next course of action.
The whole situation still felt surreal, as if he were suspended in midair and waiting for the ground to come crashing and swallow him whole. It felt like another one of his tantrums to garner pity and attention, but it wasn’t. He had almost wrangled his own brother to death and walked out of the house without a single penny to his name. Despite his own warning, Mammon knew that there would be consequences. Not even demons from the most powerful aristocratic families with their vast wealth and connections could escape being razed by the wrath of Lucifer. His connection to the Morningstar was the sole leverage Mammon had over all those unfortunate souls, but it would be foolish even on his behalf to make that into his future’s foundation. Not after what he had just done.
The second born closed his eyes and tipped his head back on the headrest. No sound escaped his lips as he redirected his focus to his breathing. Ironically, it was easier to stay calm as the minutes stretched on than to lose control.
A shift in fabric snapped him out of his trance-like state of mind, and Mammon’s eyes shifted to the bed. Rubbing her eyes with the knuckles of her tiny fists, Cassie’s pink lips curved into a small ‘O’ as she yawned and stretched . She blinked rapidly as she tried to adjust to the new darkness in her surroundings, scanning over the entire room before locking eyes with Mammon sprawled on the loveseat. Watching her try to fix her adorable bed hair made a strange sense of tranquil wash over all of Mammon’s frantic postulations as he softly called out to her.
“Hey, sweetheart. Up so soon?”
He found himself naturally gravitating towards her, kneeling in front the bed’s edge and holding his arms out. And as if she felt the pull as well, Cassie crawled over to him. Her knees faltered once and she almost fell face first into the mattress, but strong palms quickly slid beneath her armpits to stabilize her.
“Where are we?” Her voice was so small, so fragile.
“The human world.”
Her eyes widened, her fists clutching his shirt tighter. Mammon simply shook his head slowly and kissed her forehead. “It’s alright. I am going to be here with you. You have nothing to be afraid of, ‘kay?”
Cassie nodded, sniffing lightly before standing up on the bed. “I’m hungry.”
Mammon couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto his lips. “Of course. Let’s go get some dinner.”
The tension in the house was so thick, one could slice it like butter with a knife.
Leviathan hated every second of it. It felt like he had swallowed brittle concrete, an uneasy damp sensation washing over his body. He couldn’t meet anyone’s gazes, nor could he get a grip on his own emotions. What he had just witnessed was…surreal. Something that had shook him to his core. When the eldest two had fought, it was as if the air around them had a life of its own. It was feral, tasted like madness on his tongue, and stabbed at his chest like nails being hammered down. The sheer barbarism of the fight was enough to stoke the first of his darker demonic instincts, which he wasn’t even aware of anymore after burying himself in heaps of anime for so long.
Tapping the badge on his jacket lapel to keep himself grounded, he sunk into a corner of the room. But this time, no one came to check on him.
Since the only person who ever did had walked out of the front door.
From behind the elongated couch, Asmodeus gauged both the first born and the fourth born with skeptical rose gold eyes. His perfectly manicured nails dug into his forearms, an action sure to leave marks. But he was too on the edge to be bothered. The situation felt like a balloon stretched to its limits; one wrong blow and it would burst with a deafening roar.
“Lucifer.”
Satan’s voice was level, but there was an unusual amount of depth in it.
But the brother he had called out to was too lost in his own thoughts. His face had solidified into a scowl like stone, his shoulders heaving at a slow pace. His fists clenched at his sides, making the brothers tense in their positions. But nothing happened; instead, he exhaled heavily and turned his back towards them, the sound of the heavy coat draped over his shoulders shattering the silence of the previously quiet hall.
“Clean this mess up. I have to go and inform Diavolo.”
The clicking of his shoes faded out of the room, giving the remaining demons space to breathe and ease.
Belphegor pursed his lips in mild distaste. “So…now what?”
Asmo chuckled lowly and nervously. “I-It’s not like it’s the first time Mammon’s acted out like this…”
Amethyst eyes pierced both his soul and the remainder of his words. “But that was scary, wasn’t it?”
Silence.
Satan is the first one to break it. “Well, we should probably give him some time to cool down. Even for Mammon, that was one hell of a tantrum.”
The fifth-born’s vice-like grip on his forearms slacks, and he lets them drop to his sides like deadweights. “Y-Yeah. We can talk to Luci till then.”
Belphegor nibbles on the nail of his thumb. “You’d have to have a death wish for that. Lucifer will probably slice Mammon’s hands off the net time he sees him. So yeah, give it a century or two.”
Asmodeus groans. “Man, why did that idiot have to do this? It was just a kid, for fuck’s sake!”
Satan sighs softly, unconsciously slipping into his critically analytical mode. “Well, he’s always desperate for attention, isn’t he? Children are the best means for that, with the way they cling to their guardians. My best guess is that Mammon found her on the streets or something, and judging by the way the child was clinging to him, she must’ve bought his façade of greatness in a moment of vulnerability—”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, just shut up already.”
The piercing deep voice from the corner of the room makes everyone’s heads turn. Beelzebub is crouched near Leviathan, looking down at his fingers intertwined with the panicked otaku’s. The look on his face is different from usual; a furious grimace that varies from his apathetic one. But the look he directs at the fourth-born has him backing.
“Can you even hear yourself talk right now, Satan? Attention?Façade? Do you really think so less of the only brother who was even willing to raise you?”
Satan’s emerald eyes widened in shock at the words, his lips parting but no sound escaping them.
“What happened today was not a tantrum. It was something very well due. Lucifer may be the one who was punishing him, but we are all responsible for what things with Mammon have come down to. And most of all,” Beel’s grip subconsciously tightened in his anger, making Levi wince, “I am responsible for not standing up for him when you all were being fucking assholes to him.”
Belphegor didn’t know what was holding his voice back, the surprise at hearing his twin’s raw emotions after so long or the guilt choking down his words. But all that escaped his mouth was, “Beel, no—”
“Beel,yes. Stop shielding me from my mistakes, I am not a baby.” He turned back to the blonde. “Did you not see the way he defended the girl? She obviously meant something to him. Would a demon desperate for attention go up against practically royalty for someone expendable?” A sarcastic chuckle escaped his lips as he scanned the group scattered across the room. “Oh, but what would I know? I’m just the dumb guy who eats for a living, right?”
Asmo’s eyes shut in defeat, unable to watch the scene unfolding in front of him. It stung to hear such unkindly true words come from one of the youngest in the family, precisely why the narcissist didn’t want to listen to them any more than he had to.
“He may have done some not so nice things because of his sin, but haven’t we all? Shouldn’t we at least be a bit grateful that despite all his shortcomings, Mammon stuck with us? Kept us all together? If not all the things he’s done for us throughout his life, the fact that he defended a human childfromLucifer should prove that he is not a scumbag. Not in the slightest.”
For the first time in a long long while, Satan felt petrified by the fury in the glare Beelzebub fixed him with.
“So instead of your head, for once try and think with the heart that you didn’t get when you spawned out of Lucifer.”
Once the Avatar of Gluttony was done talking, he gripped the third-born’s shoulders to provide him support and helped him to his feet, ignoring the bewildered looks burning into his back and helped him up the stairs. But not before he looked over his shoulders one last time, a look of determination hardened in his eyes.
“I am going to look for Mammon. And if he refuses to come back, I’m staying with him. I won’t let him fall alone apart any longer than he already has.”
Baby Simeon woke me up from my slumber. That card is fucking adorable, I want it.
Lucifer
The fact Lucifer doesn’t immediately throw them off whenever they try to snuggle should be proof enough of his love.
Cuddling is mostly done in the privacy of his bedroom. Occasionally he’ll allow it in his office, but only if he’s not busy.
He prefers to do it on one of the many chairs or cushions he has by the fire. Between the warmth of their body and the heat of the fireplace, he’ll relax into it in seconds…
His favorite position is face-to-face with them on his lap - it’s a way for him to “hand over” control while still feeling perfectly in charge. Sure, they can trace his jaw or fluff his hair as much as they like, but it’s his arms holding them in place.
Gets beyond grouchy if they get interrupted… First, it’s embarrassing, but second, who even has the right? If he gets pulled away for anything less than a house fire, someone (usually Mammon) is getting tied up to the chandelier…
Mammon
Jumps at cuddle time, but always tries to play it off afterwards like an indecisive puppy.
Like Lucifer, he prefers his bedroom or theirs, but he’ll do it in the Common Room too if he really needs a “pick-me-up.” It’s just that they usually get interrupted in there, so…
Likes to cuddle in bed or on couches, any place that’s long enough to let him stretch out a bit. He wants to monopolize as much MC as he can.
Favorite position is laying on them so that his head is on their stomach or chest, kind of like a blanket. Like I said, the MC Surface Area to Mammon ratio is very important to him. More than half of MC must be cuddled for supreme satisfaction.
Whines like crazy if they get interrupted (and they usually do). Nearly every brother has an automatic gut reaction to toss him across the room if they see it happening, but that never stops him trying.
Leviathan
Levi had to warm to cuddling but after that he was all-in for life.
Really only does it in his room (duh). He gets so nervous about trying it anywhere else that you’d think it was scandalous or something…
Actually prefers to cuddle on the floor - on beanbags or pillows of course. It’s not terribly comfortable to cuddle and play games together in his bedtub and he needs the multitasking.
Favorite position (scratch that, the only position) is with their back to him and his arms around them in some way, probably also gripping a controller (or vice versa). They can do it laying down or sitting up, but that’s what he can muster. His brain stops functioning if they ever try to face each other…
Not above vague thoughts of homicide if they get interrupted. He already doesn’t like letting go, so add on the depletion of his all important “MC Meter” and he’s going to be very grumpy indeed…
Satan
Cuddles a bit like a semi-social cat. Less big on full-on snuggling, but he still requires physical contact.
Much more relaxed about the PDA than the others, but his affection style is more casual looking as well. He’ll cuddle right about anywhere, but mostly whenever he’s reading.
Couches or loveseats are easiest. Chairs are less so, but manageable as long as they can sit close to each other.
Favorite position is to have them sit next to him with their legs over his lap. He only needs one hand to read so the other usually roams around mindlessly while he’s engrossed in a book. He may rub their thighs, hold their hand, or play with their hair.
Hates being interrupted with a burning passion. The death glare he’ll send to anyone stupid enough to try could curdle milk… Give Satan his MC time if you know what’s good for you.
Asmodeus
Needs cuddle time like he needs air, but would you expect any less from the embodiment of Lust?
Down to cuddle anytime, anywhere - zero shame and no hint of hesitation. Sometimes he’ll come over and latch into them in the middle of someone else’sconversation…
Fond of using beds but he’s also mastered cuddling in the tub, his bathroom is certainly built for it. Nothing beats a nice hot bath with his nice warm MC!
Favorite position is really any of them. He’s hardly going to be picky - though if given the choice, he’ll pull them to the nearest bed and wrap himself around them so tight that they may get stuck together.
Whines louder than Mammon if they ever get interrupted and pelt the intruder with pillows or shoes to make them go away (it rarely works though…).
Beelzebub
Always happy to cuddle with MC!… as long as they don’t mind his stomach growling from time to time.
Prefers to cuddle after he’s downed some big feast. When the food coma is setting in, it’s really nice to hold MC for a while… They make him feel full for at least five extra minutes!
He tries to incorporate MC into his training sometimes so his favorite position is to have them latched onto him like a kola while he goes about the House. If their arms or legs get tired, he’ll carry them over to a couch and just continue from there.
If he’s got to be still, then he prefers to cuddle in a bed, ideally one where Belphie is. Nothing warms his heart more than having the both of them clung into him in some way, it’s very therapeutic.
Not AS bothered when they get interrupted… If anything he’s just disappointed. He was probably having fun, but they’ll come back, right…?
Belphegor
Look, all time is “Cuddle Time” and any other activity is just a distraction. If Belphie could hot glue the MC to his body, he would.
Being cuddled to sleep is a MUST. He thrives on their proximity and the sound of their heartbeat is the world’s best lullaby.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t even need to be particularly comfortable to get cuddling in… He has been known to just collapse onto their lap if he’s tired enough, all else be damned.
His favorite position is any way that lets them be his pillow. Any particular soft parts of the body like the stomach are fair game. He’ll use their thighs like a neck pillow if he wants to (and hope that they don’t try choking him out of revenge…).
There’s really no interrupting Belphie. If someone needs MC, he’ll latch onto their legs so they either stay put or bring him too. The others have to use magic or spatulas just to pry him off…
Diavolo
Big on cuddle time. HUGE on cuddle time! This man has hardly ever been touched, so this is a dream come true!!
Look, he’s the king so he’ll cuddle them wherever he damn well pleases! (That’s a lie, Barbatos won’t let him do it during work hours… Otherwise it’s fine.)
He’s very enthusiastic but uh… kind of inexperienced so a lot of things (like convenient location) don’t occur to him right away. Like sure, they could go cuddle in a big ass bed, but he really wants to hold them RIGHT NOW so they’re just going to have to do this in an empty ballroom somehow…
His favorite position is probably best described as the “Teddy Bear,” where they just sit on his lap and he hugs them from behind. He’ll even rest his chin on their head if he can. It looks vaguely like he’s holding them hostage but they actually seem happy about it.
Unless your name is Barbatos or Lucifer, you do not interrupt them. As far as he knows, there’s still a snake in the dungeons and you don’t want to be the person he sends to check…
Barbatos
A spot of quiet intimacy is quite rare for him… but never unwelcome.
Assuming Barbs even finds the time in his schedule to sit still for a while, he will almost always opt to do so when utterly alone (sometimes even in deserted timelines). It’s very embarrassing to be caught procrastinating at work…
Ever the pleaser, he’ll claim that he has no real preferences but if he were being honest it’s when they’re curling up together on a cushion or loveseat. It’s comfortable, but still allows for some proper conversion.
Unlike others, no matter what position they take he’ll always want to be face-to-face. When he gets to be with them so rarely, why would he ever want to see their back turned…?
NO ONE interrupts them. No one. Short of Diavolo needing him desperately, if someone sees the two of them together they will turn around. Even an irritated Barbatos is scary, an angry one is terrifying…
Simeon
Oh man… This is the height of intimacy for an angel. Cuddling with Simeon is just as sweet and relaxing as it sounds - it’s an almost photogenic level of serenity, fit for the brushes of Renaissance painters trying to define what divine love is…
Naturally, because it’s such an intimate act Simeon will only do so in absolute privacy. He doesn’t even want Luke to see, it’s just that personal…
Part of why he’s so guarded is because it’s one of the rare times he’ll let his wings be free. They’re very delicate, so he has to sit on stools, logs, or other backless seats to even let them out but it’s worth it.
His favorite position is to have the MC sit across his lap while he holds them as close as possible. He’ll beat his wings for a nice breeze on hot days or fold them in to shelter the MC from cold ones. No matter what, their movement is so glimmering and graceful that they’re practically mesmerizing…
To him getting interrupted is legitimately so mortifying you’d think he got caught streaking. Even the brothers - sans Satan - will avert their eyes if they find them like that… while still telling him to back off but at least they’re considerate about it.
Solomon
Solomon’s softest moments come when he’s cuddling MC… but he’s still a little mischievous no matter what.
They pretty much have to do it in secret because if any of the brothers see them, they’ll throw a fit… So snuggling in cramped storage closets or “so-high-up-in-the-air-no-one-can-stop-us” it is!
But when he wants to poke buttons, Solomon will magic them onto his lap dead-ass in the middle of RAD, like, two minutes before a class starts just to watch the world burn…
If he had a favorite position, it’s sitting wrapped up together in his cape. It feels intimate, warm, and the starry-sky pattern makes him feel like there’s nothing in the universe but them…
Interruptions are frequent - thank the PDA police - but only in the Devildom. In the human world, though? They’re all his and he soaks up every minute of it… Sorry fellas.
Keeping his human safe in such a dangerous place is a point of pride to him. To attack them, then, is to besmirch that pride… and you can imagine the consequences of that.
Cold and brutal, but also swift and effective. Lucifer will have any attacker who comes at them cooked to a crisp then served to Cerberus by lunchtime.
If someone were to actually hurt MC, he’d take it as a failure on his part and seek to “fix” it by any means necessary. An eye for an eye is not nearly strict enough, even a light bruise will make him go for the heart.
Mammon
To his dying breath.
They are one of the best things to happen to him in centuries so do you think that he’s going to let them go easily? Of course not!
Mammon is no slouch. He’s second oldest and second strongest, so any intruder better take him seriously. His speed is his greatest weapon and he’ll end a fight before it gets to start.
Mammon would 100% lay down his life if it meant keeping MC safe. He wouldn’t think about it nor hesitate and his attacks are pretty reckless in kind. Anyone who hurts MC won’t be able to hide behind his self-preservation, they’re always going down even if he’s going with them.
Leviathan
With the force of a Grand Admiral.
Usually, Levi prefers to stay out of confrontation. Not because he’s too weak to fight but because he’s often too much to handle.
This man’s opening move is to summon a seven-headed sea monster that floods the local area and chews his opponents to pieces… How much worse do you think he can do when he’s serious?
Levi isn’t put into the spotlight very often and he’ll rarely enter a fight head-on, but for MC he’ll win any battle, any time. He’s bringing a tank to a water balloon fight and he doesn’t care who screams, “HAX!!!”
Satan
Like a beast without a cage.
Don’t be fooled by his brains and good manners, under all of that lies a bona fide demon.
“Savage” doesn’t even begin to describe Satan when he’s pissed and being a threat to MC will get him there in a millisecond. He’s every bit as remorseless as Lucifer, but without the careful efficiency. Breaking every bone takes time.
And again, that’s only if he considers someone a threat. To anyone who actually hurts MC, there’ll be so little left Simeon will have nothing to pray over… Promise.
Asmodeus
As if they were a part of himself.
Asmo has gone on record many times saying how much he loves himself - he could kiss a mirror, he loves himself that much. But when MC stepped into his life, they became a part of him too.
So all that anger he gets when he sees a chipped nail? The fury he feels when someone ruins his hair? He feels the same when someone hurts MC, but tenfold.
The people who hurt them aren’t just attacking his image, they’re attacking his soul - and he responds in kind. No punishment is too steep at that point. Even if it was his charm, he’d say they did it to themselves.
Beelzebub
Like he’s sworn an oath.
In the Celestial Realm, Beel was ready to lay down his life for Lucifer. He doesn’t see much of a difference here, really.
Defending his loved ones is in his DNA - it’s how he thinks and operates. The moment the MC befriended Beel, whether they knew it or not, they had a bodyguard for life.
He’s already lost one family member but he’ll never lose another. He’ll be the first to leap to their defense and the last to ever call it quits. Satan may leave a little, but Beel will make sure there’s nothing left when he’s done.
Belphegor
Like there’s finally something worth fighting for.
Being as lazy and lethargic as he is, most people wouldn’t pick Belphegor as their protector, but for MC? He’ll wake right up.
Belphie had been running on autopilot for a long time after losing Lilith… If he had any reason to fight anymore, it’d be for Beel but it’s not like his twin needs the help.
The MC is different… so human and as fragile as ever. Though it feels like they could disappear at any moment, he’d never let it happen. He’d burn everything to the ground first.
Diavolo
With the power of a King.
Just take a moment to actually appreciate how insane someone must be to want to hurt MC with the Demon Lord at their back…
Does this even need elaboration? He would maim them, eviscerate them, send an army to trample their bones, then resurrect the pieces to do it all over again!
For the good that the MC has done him, his realm, and the world at large - he wouldn’t settle for anything less. But of course, no one would be that stupid anyway… Right…?
Barbatos
Quietly, from the shadows.
Barbatos knows where he fits in the world. He doesn’t need any fame or glory, nor to be looked at as some kind of hero (because he most certainly is not).
Barbs will take every measure possible to be sure that threats are dealt with, but always behind the scenes. He’s a man of many talents, thus it never takes him very long.
The MC is his Lord’s guest and very important to everyone there… Their stay shouldn’t be marred by something as trivial as fear. They can just keep going about their day as usual and he’ll keep the threats buried out of sight… literally.
Simeon
Without mercy.
All the kindness in the world can’t hide one thing, Simeon is a living weapon - plain and simple - as an Archangel it’s in his job description.
Loyal but pragmatic, Simeon will do or say what he needs to in order to get the best outcome he can. He’s an angel, but he’ll bend or even break the rules when MC is involved…
If they’re in danger, he will defend them however he can and with all his might. There’s no room for forgiveness or talking things out. He’s risked everything for them before and he’ll do it again and again…
Solomon
Even if the world burns…
To say that Solomon has a “different” way of looking at things would be charitable. Either from prolonged corruption or centuries of a lonely life: his methods, priorities, and even logic can be a bit iffy to others…
Likewise, for reasons only he knows (perhaps the emotion called “Love”), he’s decided that the MC is worth protecting above all else. He will hold true to this.
The stars could be falling and the planet cracking to pieces sending mayhem running through the streets as the Three Realms collapse around them - but he will do everything in his immense power to safeguard the only thing that matters - his MC.
When the MC Won’t Pick Up the Phone: (Un)Dateables Edition
Hey y'all, I’m really sorry for the long silence… The depression spell hit me way harder than usual this last time, had things in my life not been so fragile I probably would have considered some kind of extra treatment. It got pretty damn bad… But I’m doing better for now, took some rest and started on a big project for a different site just to take my mind off things. I hope to keep writing here too when I can but I’m just going to focus on myself for a little while, y’all. Sorry for making ya worry…
Diavolo
Okay so “patience” and “Diavolo” don’t really belong in the same sentence when it comes to MC.
You think Lucifer has it bad sometimes? Poor MC gets his neediness even worse.
It’s not his fault, really, he just gets so lonely all the time and MC comforts that… But expect spam. And bribes. So many bribes…
Dia: Good morning, MC!
Dia: I have great news, I’ve ordered Barbatos to learn yet another human dish for you! French toast is what I believe it’s called.
Dia: I’m no good judge of human food, would you like to come over and have a taste?
Dia: MC?
Dia: MC?
Dia: Are you alright?
Dia: Should I send help??
MC: Dia, sweetie, I’d love some French Toast but it’s 4 in the morning…
Dia: Yes, and?
MC: … Give me an hour, please.
Dia: Okay!
Barbs
This man’s schedule doesn’t give him the luxury of talking to the MC as much as he would like…
Communicating through text is honestly easier on them both, since it gives him a decent amount of time to respond between chores.
Cause he can’t text all the time, he rarely gets upset if they don’t respond for a while. Who is he to talk? Barbs prides himself for being a demon, not a hypocrite.
That being said, he gets a little disappointed if they don’t answer his calls… He gets time for them so rarely, so he tries to make them count!
If the MC misses a call from Barbs, then they should call him back ASAP otherwise he’ll feel unappreciated and get a little sulky…
Admittedly, sulky Barbs is still polite, but the MC can tell the difference between Hello (I’m happy to see you!) and Hello (this is my just job). Plus, Dia doesn’t like it when Barbs is upset so best not do it, yeah?
Simeon
Alright so, Simeon is still hit or miss when it comes to all this technology stuff. He’s gotten better! … But he still has his moments.
For that reason, Simeon mostly likes to just talk to them face-to-face or… Well by mail.
Would you think it’s weird to receive an aged parchment, beautifully penned in gold ink from an angel’s quill from a guy who lives, like, five minutes away tops?
Would you find it strange that these letters, romantic as they may look, are pretty much just daily gossip detailing the things that Luke and Solomon have been up to or asking how Lucifer is doing?
Would it bother you at all to get one of these every other day? And require a written response?
If not, congratulations. If so, well too bad. But hey, as soon as he figures out the camera feature you might start getting thumb-covered selfies! (Be nice to him, he’s still learning).
Luke
Everybody’s favorite little brother sends some pretty adorable texts! A lot of pictures of flowers, birds, or however his latest recipe came out.
But if he doesn’t hear from them in a while, poor kid just gets so worried…
Think about it, they’re all alone over there with a bunch of unpredictable demons! Who knows what could be happening whenever they don’t respond!!
To his credit, any time Luke can’t get ahold of MC, he doesn’t just spam them… He hauls ass over to the House or the closest demon brother like they’ve been missing for weeks and are down to their last drops of water!
Unfortunately, this annoys most of the House so then they all start nagging the MC to always respond to Luke’s texts as well… Basically, they just can’t ignore Luke - he worries waaay too much.
Solomon
Look, this is Solomon. If there’s a message he wants the MC to see, they’re going to see it.
He may send it by carrier pigeon.
He may write it in the clouds.
He may just pop his head through a portal and tell them himself.
But they’re GOING to see it. There’s no escaping this magic madman…
If Solomon really feels like they’ve been ignoring him, they’ll start finding his “messages” popping up everywhere in sometimes spooky ways…
Like finding a message scrawled into the fog of a bathroom mirror, but instead of creepy murder shit, it just says, “Call me! ♡”
When the cracks on the wall start reading, “You want lunch?” it’s time to just pick up the phone already. Trust me.
Obey Me! You meet someone special to them [Side characters]
This is a little trope I came up with for the side characters.. I think it’ll be more difficult to implement for the brothers, so I’ll just leave this one here.
What if you met someone who the side characters used to really care for but that are long gone? What were their relations to them? What would they like to say to you or the side characters?
Honestly, probably none of this fit with the canon but it’s fun to imagine these types of situations. Most of these are kinda angsty and some of them imply to romance between MC and the side character in question.
Read the imagines down below!
It was 3 am as you opened your eyes, sleeping next to Diavolo in his huge, luxorious bed.
You watched him breathe and slightly snore and couldn’t help but smile.
However, you needed to use the bahtroom so you quietly got up from the bed, trying your hardest not to wake him up.
You glanced back as you exited the bedroom, making sure Diavolo was still calmly sleeping.
But when you got back from the bathroom, you noticed a figure at the doorway, staring at the sleeping prince.
Your first reaction was fear and worry; Who was this person? Why were they staring at Diavolo? Were they a secret admirer or perhaps just one of the servants? Were they planning to assassinate him?
So you quietly tiptoed behind the figure and mustered up all your strength before punching them from the back-
Only for your hands to go straight through them!
The figure turns around, a slightly humored smile on their face. In the darkness, it was hard to see their features fully, but you noticed it was a woman; a beautiful young woman at that.
“Hello, MC.” The woman spoke quietly and nodded as you politely. You didn’t know what to say.
“W-Who are you? How did you get in?!” You questioned the woman, trying to keep your panicked voice low, “If you don’t leave, I’ll wake Barbatos up to kick you out!” you threatened the woman
The woman chuckled with a forlorn smile, “How did I get in? Darling, I never left.. Not really.” she sighed and glanced back at the bedroom.
“Can’t you just tell me who you are.. Please..” you asked, your nerves eating you alive inside out.
“Very well.. I’m Diavolo’s mother.” the woman answered and you felt your heart drop down at your stomach. You’ve been talking to your possible mother-in-law like that?! How come you’ve never met Diavolo’s mom?
“Wait, how come Diavolo has never talked about you? He only ever mentions his father here and there..” you questioned, utterly confused.
The woman hummed with an unreadable expression, “Diavolo doesn’t remember me. Not many do. My pregnancy was kept a secret and as soon as I had given birth to my baby boy, I was executed.”
“Executed?!” you yelled and the woman had to hush you
“Yes. The Demon King.. He’s not a good man. I’m glad my son has turned out to be a much more admirable demon, even without my guidance.” Diavolo’s mother explained and turned to look at his son again, unshed tears gleaming in her eyes.
“But I never left. I’ve kept watch on him this whole time. He is my baby, I could never abandon him,” her voice wavered with emotion, “Not many people know of my existance.. Barbatos does. But I’ve told him not to bring up my existance with my boy. I think it’s better that way.”
“But wouldn’t Diavolo want to meet you? Don’t YOU want to talk to him?” you asked the woman, still looking into the dark room, staring at the sleeping shape of the demon prince.
“He has moved on. It’s been a very long time.. And well.. This is enough for me. Just to be able to see him.” she spoke quietly, leaning against the door frame, “You’ll stay, right?” she suddenly asked.
“Huh?” you yelped in surprise as the woman turned to look at you once more with a warm smile that reminded you a lot of the way Diavolo always looked at you.
“You’ll stay by my son’s side, right? He needs you more than you think he does,” Diavolo’s mother chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder, “He might be all-powerful and positive but deep down.. He has never received the type of love from anyone other than you, and he depends on that love like it’s his lifeline. I know it from the way he looks at you.. The way he smiles at you.. The way he speaks to you.. The way he holds you.. The way he kisses you.”
You were silent for a moment, wondering just how much of your relationship this ghost had been watching, “I’m not going anywhere.” you finally promised, looking the woman straight into her transluscent, golden eyes.
Diavolo’s mother’s eyes lit up with happiness, “I’m glad. I’ll haunt you if you do leave or betray him,” she winked at you mischievously before throwing one last glance at her sleeping son, “I think I’ll be going now. Give my son all the love I was never able to show him. I know you have made him and will continue to make him so very happy.” She grins before walking off into the darkness, disappearing as she had never even been there.
You just stand there, your head still reeling from your encounter and exchange of words. You’re only broken out of your trance when a tired voice calls from the darkness of your bedroom.
“Mmh.. MC? Is everything okay? Come back to bed, my love..” Diavolo beckoned you, rubbing his tired eyes as he sat up in his bed, reaching out for you with a tired smile on his face.
Barbatos had graciously invited you to have some tea with him and who are you to turn down the hot demon butler?
So that’s why you were now in front of the castle doors, knocking, waiting for someone to open the door for you.
The doors opened slowly and you got ready to greet whoever opened it for you, knowing most of the castle’s workers and servants by their names already.
“Oh, thank you for opening the door for me, Barbatos invited me, Hello-” you explained as you laid your eyes on the person on the other side of the door, “…Who are you?” you asked, not recognizing the demon. He was wearing a servant’s outfit but you had never seen him before.
“Hello, MC. Barbatos has been expecting you.” the demon smiled politely, standing back and letting you enter.
“Are you new here?” you asked, wanting to learn the demon’s name. There was something familiar about him, but you just didn’t know what..
“Oh, no. I’m one of the longest serving servants here at the castle.” he nodded formally, not even blinking.
“How come I have never seen you before..?” you questioned but the man didn’t answer, “It’s fine, I guess.. What is your name?”
“My name is Murmur, I am a Great Duke and Earl of Hell, at your service,” Murmur bowed down to you, his gaze piercing, “Pardon me if I am overstepping any boundaries, but would you please spare me a few minutes of your time?”
“Huh? But I’m supposed to meet up with Barbatos..” You tried to let him down gently but Murmur’s patient smile didn’t falter.
“Barbatos can wait for a few minutes. My matters are urgent. Please follow me.” He said and lead you to the servant’s wing of the castle. You couldn’t help but follow, feeling intrigued. Weirdly enough, the entire wing seemed to be deserted.
Murmur took you to a dimly lit room and let out a long sigh after closing the door. When you looked at him again, you realized his form was now transparent.
“Oh, you must be surprised to see me like this. Do not worry, this is normal for me. It is hard for me to keep up the corproreal form for longer periods of time.” Murmur explained as he sat down on one of the sofas. He looked older than before.
“So.. Why did you drag me here?” You questioned, looking down at your shoes.
“Ah yes. I wanted to talk to you about Barbatos.” Murmur nodded.
“Barbatos? Is there something I should know about him?” You asked, trying to pry the information out of the mysterious demon.
“I suppose, yes. But before that, you should get to know me.” Murmur smiled enigmatically.
“What do you mean?” You questioned with a confused tone.
“As I mentioned, my name is Murmur. My power is to oblige the souls of the deceased to appear before their conjurers to answer every desired question,” Murmur told you, “And Barbatos and I go way back. I have known him longer than Lord Diavolo or even his father has. We even entered the castle together.”
“How old ARE you guys?!” you gasped, trying to wrap your head around the new information.
“Older than what a human mind can understand,” Murmur smirked, “We first served the Demon King. We were both butlers; Barbatos was responsible for everything related to eating and drinking, I oversaw the cleanliness of the castle. We were inseperable; like two sides of the same coin.”
“What happened then? Why are you transluscent?” you held your breath, imagining how life for Barbatos was back then.
“I fell in love.” Murmur smiled sadly, and you swore you could have seen his eyes tearing up although I was hard to see.
“With whom? Barbatos?” you wondered out loud and received a breathy laugh from the ghost of a demon.
“Oh my, of course not! Barbatos is like family to me,” Murmur shook his head, “I found myself unable to stop thinking about a certain lady The Demon King was courting. He only saw her for her looks; silky auburn hair, tan, glowing skin, gorgeous golden eyes, a delictable body, a warm and inviting smile.. But to me, she was much more than that. She was very kind, witty, nurturing, neat and loving. If she hadn’t been a demon, I’m sure her soul would have been the brightest, shiniest and purest kind.”
You thought back at his words.. That description seemed to fit someone else you knew, “What happened next?”
“She felt the same way about me, that silly lady. Who was I to turn my dream woman down? We started a secret affair,” Murmur recalled with a fond smile, “Eventually Barbatos found out. He adviced me to stop before anyone else found out.. But I was unable to stop seeing her. I loved her so. Barbatos didn’t really understand, but didn’t blow our cover either.”
You had an inkling of what would happen next in the story, dreading to hear the end.
“After some time, we found out that she was pregnant. I was both overjoyed and scared. We didn’t know whether the baby was mine or the Demon King’s,” Murmur sighed and closed his eyes, “We knew we had to come clean. There was a chance that the baby would have been illegitimate. So we told the Demon King..” Murmur stopped, taking in a deep breath.
“He didn’t take it well, did he?” you sighed, your shoulders slumped.
“No, he did not. He locked me up, torturing me whenever he felt fit. He locked her up too, but did not torture her. However, after giving birth to her son, he executed her. He made me watch it happen, helplessly tied up. I never got to meet the child, either. Not when I was alive, anyway.” Murmur revealed the horrible truth, one that you had seen coming but did not want to believe in.
“Wait.. Is that child.. Lord Diavolo?” you questioned and Murmur nodded, “So, who is Lord Diavolo’s father?”
“There is perhaps only one being who knows the answer to that.. But he has sworn to keep that secret forever”, Murmur answered your question, “The night before I was executed, Barbatos came to see me. He offered to let me go and told me to run, but I refused. I just wanted to see my love again. Barbatos didn’t understand that time either. He did not understand why I was willing to lose my life for love. But I understood. And I think.. Barbatos understands now, too.” He fixed his gaze on you with a knowing smile.
“What do you mean by that?” you asked, taken back by his words. Murmur only chuckled while shaking his head.
“If you do not know it now, you will one day. Thank you for listening to my ancient story. I do hope it was not awfully boring,” Murmur thanked you with sincerity, “Now, I know I have already overstayed my welcome, but.. Would you mind giving this to Barbatos?” He asked and handed you something.
You took the item from his hand; it was an old locket, “Can I open it?” you asked but Murmur shook his head.
“Please do not. Barbatos can share it with you if he wishes to; but for now, I think the contents of this locket are better to be shrouded in mystery.” Murmur said apologetically before standing up, his form wavering even more.
“Will I ever see you again?” you suddenly question Murmur, feeling like he was an old friend leaving for a long trip.
“Possibly, if the Fates so allow,” Murmur hummed as he looked you over once more, “Farewell, MC. Please be patient with Barbatos. He feels way more than he lets on.” And having said that, he disappeared completely.
Not even a minute later, you received a worried text from Barbatos, inquiring where you were. You typed him a message, telling him you would meet him soon, putting the locket in your pocket hastily.
You had gone to the town centre of Devildom to hang out with Simeon when all of the sudden he had to excuse himself, having remembered that he had to buy something from a store you two had walked past.
You waited for him outside the store, skimming through your D.D.D with a bored expression on your face.
You were snapped out of your trance only when a pair of hands appeared from the darkness, pinning you against the wall.
You looked up in fear, meeting the cold eyes of a demon with a deformed face who you had never met before.
“Back off! I’m not alone!” you puffed your cheeks, trying your best to appear intimidating, but the demon merely chuckled, “You do know I’m under the protection of Lord Diavolo and the seven demon brothers, right?! Do you want me to summon one of them?!” you added, your gaze unwavering.
“Feisty. I like that,” the demon finally spoke with a humored tone, “Come with me, little one.” he suddenly grabbed you by your wrist and started to drag you away.
“Let go! Do you have a death wish?!” you screamed as the demon dragged you to some back alley.
But the back alley.. Didn’t look like what you were expecting.
The walls of the buildings were painted with beautiful murals depicting a serene, celestial scene.
It had two figures dressed as angels; two that you recognized. One of the angels were Simeon, one of them was the demon who had kidnapped you, albeit his appearance more symmetrical and angelic.
“What.. What is this?” you questioned and reached out to touch the mural. It felt warm under your touch and it seemed to be moving and pulsing, as if it was a living and breathing being.
“My name is Bifrons. I won’t hurt you. Solomon would kill me if I did,” the demon opened his mouth, “I have a pact with him.”
“Sure..” you gave the demon a suspicious look, yet continued to observe the mural. Suddenly the picutre changed. Now it depicted a war, led by another familiar figure. Lucifer, shining bright like a morning star, leading a large group of angels. You could spot Bifrons in the crowd with Lucifer but you saw no Simeon in the there.
“You used to be an angel?” you questioned the demon next to you.
“Yes. Just like the brothers.” Bifrons explained with a wry smile on his face as he kept his eyes on the mural.
Then, another new picture. This time it was of Bifrons, standing above someone who was kneeling down, holding their hands in front of their face to protect themselves. Bifrons was holding a large, golden scimitar, ready to strike down the vulnerable angel..
When the mural Bifrons’ face softened and he lowered his sword, “Simeon, is that you..?” he questioned with a shaky voice. The angel who had been hiding behind his hands revealed his face. It was indeed Simeon.
“B-Bifrons..?” Simeon questioned, tears welling in his eyes, “What are you doing on their side?”
“I believe… This is the right thing to do. I can’t stand by idly any longer, Simeon,” Bifrons spoke, his eyes wide with surprise, “You can still join us, Simeon. Please don’t make me do this..” he pleaded, holding out his hand for Simeon to take.
“Bifrons.. My brother.. If you desert your post, I’m sure Father will find enough forgiveness to take you back..” Simeon shook his head, staring at Bifrons’ hand, unmoving.
“You know I have to kill you..” Bifrons mumbled, his hands shaking, “Simeon, it’s been us two before I was even me.. I don’t want to fight you..”
“Just do it, Bifrons.. If anyone kills me, I’d rather have it be you.” Simeon smiled with pain in her eyes, lowering his head for Bifrons to get a clean cut.
“Simeon, I…” Bifrons gasped, staring at Simeon with teary eyes, “I can’t!” Bifrons suddenly yelled, threw his scimitar as far as he could and ran towards the edge of the clouds, determined.
“Bifrons, don’t jump!” Simeon screamed and quickly got up to run after him, but it was too late. Bifrons jumped off the edge, falling down, his pure white wings burning up and turning into ash, “Bifrons!” Simeon cried out, looking over the edge, tears streaming down his face.
And after that, the mural went still, “Simeon and I.. We were the bestest of friends in the Celestial Realm. We were like brothers.. No, twins even. We just shared a special bond. I haven’t seen him since the fall.. I just haven’t gathered the courage to face him. I was hoping you could.. Help me out.” Bifrons admitted bashfully.
Before you could even answer his request, you heard a voice behind you call out, “B-Bifrons..? I-Is that you?” A familiar voice questioned and the two of you turned around to see Simeon standing at the entrance of the alley, wide-eyed and shocked.
“Simeon, I… Long time no see, eh?” Bifrons chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head and avoiding Simeon’s eyes.
“Bifrons!” Simeon screamed, dropped his shopping bags and ran to embrace the demon, “Where have you been, brother? I’ve looked for you everywhere ever since I arrived to Devildom!” Simeon admitted with a wide smile on his face as he held Bifrons close.
“I.. I was too ashamed.. And I didn’t want you to see me like this.. I’m only a shadow of my former self..” Bifrons confessed but hugged Simeon back.
“I don’t care if your face is deformed. I don’t care that you’re a demon. You’re still my best friend, Bifrons.” Simeon snuggled against the demon with a content smile.
You may have felt slightly jealous, but.. It was a sweet reunion, so you couldn’t be too mad.
It was a beautiful day in the human world. The angels had decided to pay you a visit and you were hanging around in a park.
You were sitting on the park bench, in the shade of a large oak tree, yet you still complained about being so hot and wanting to cool down.
The angels, being used to higher temperatures, offered to go and buy you some soda and ice cream. They promised to be right back as they left you all alone waiting for their return with the cool treats.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the soft breeze and the sounds of nature as you felt someone sitting next to you quietly.
You quickly opened your eyes, half-panicking and half expecting to see either Luke or Simeon but instead your eyes met the dark brown eyes of a young boy.
The boy must’ve been no older than 12. He sat next to you, quietly kicking his feet, avoiding your eye contact with a gentle smile on his face.
“.. Are you okay? Are you lost? Where are your parents?” You asked the boy with a slight hint of worry. You see the boy’s body tense up but then he took a deep breath, composing himself quickly.
“I’m okay. No need to worry for me.. My name is Dawid. But say.. That young blonde boy who just left..” he trailed off, staring into the distance with a smile.
“Oh, his name is Luke. Do you want to play with him?” You chuckled as you took a closer look at the boy’s apperance. Weird, his outfit didn’t seem too modern.. He was wearing a white buttondown, suspenders and shorts.
“We’re already friends,” the boy turned to face you, his cheeks suddenly turning slightly pink, “Well, at least I see him as my friend..” he grumbled and fiddled with his fingers.
“Oh, you’ve met him already?” you questioned, positively surprised, “How did you meet him?”
“It’s been a long time already,” the boy smiled at the memory, “I was playing on a playground when this older, bigger boy walked up to me and took my favorite toy and pushed me onto the ground. I was about to cry when Luke suddenly appeared, stood between my bully and I and demanded that he’ll give me my toy back.”
“Well, did he?” you asked, immersed into the story.
“No.. He punched Luke.” the little boy grimaced at the memory and you felt your blood boil.
“Where is this boy?! I want to talk to his parents..” you muttered angrily, balling up your fists at the thought of someone laying their hands on Luke.
“I took Luke back to my home and helped him patch up. After that we became fast friends.” the boy continued with his story, his eyes scanning his environment, perhaps looking for Luke.
“I didn’t know Luke had a human frie- I mean-!” You quickly covered up your mouth, realizing you were about to spill the beans of Luke’s real identity.
However, the boy seemed amused at your reaction, “It’s fine, I already know of his celestial origins. He told me about it once.”
You wondered whether angels were even allowed to disclose such information to humans! Was Luke going to suffer some negative consequences?
“Luke told me he was assigned to be my guardian angel.. That’s why he came between my bully and I. I was his first human to be guarded, some sort of test to see if he was ready for a promotion.” The boy explained the situation to you in greater detail.
“Well, I’m sure he’s done great job so far!” You smiled, proud of your little angel friend. You were about to open your mouth again when the pained expression on the little boy’s face made you stop in your tracks.
“He was doing well.. Until the war came.” He suddenly closed his eyes and winced, as if remembering a painful memory. You laid your hand on the boy’s shoulders soothingly, only for your hand to phase through him. You pulled you hand back in shock, a realization dawning on you.
“You.. You’re dead?” You asked silently and the boy nodded.
“My home town was annihilated. The death toll was in thousands. There was nothing Luke could’ve done about it,” The boy sighed, looking down at his feet, “Can you relay a message for me?” He then inquired, meeting your eyes fully with shining hope within.
“What kind of message?” You breathed out, not having expected to hear those words from the young ghost.
“Tell him.. I’m sorry he didn’t get promoted. And that I always believed in him, and still do, and that he did an amazing job looking after me. Tell him he was like a brother to me. Tell him that he doesn’t have to keep blaming himself. I know he can be hard on himself..” The boy told you his long list of wishes and you listened to him intently, knowing you absolutely had to remember each wish he had.
“I’ll tell Luke,” you nodded determinedly, “Hey, by the way, can I ask you something? I-” you started but got cut short.
“He’s coming! I need to go! Thank you for your help! Goodbye!” The boy suddenly yelled and pointed ahead where you could see two figures approaching. Before you could ever say your goodbyes, the spirit was gone, leaving you all alone on the park bench.
“Hey MC! I hope you didn’t have to wait for too long!” Luke yelled at you, waving his hands excitedly, “I picked all of your ice cream flavors! I hope you like them!” He kept shouting as he got closer.
“Here, MC.” Simeon offered you the ice cream and soda he was carrying.
“Wait, MC.. Are you crying?!” Luke suddely gasped and only then did you realize that there were tears streaming down your face, “Are you okay?!”
“Don’t worry Luke, I.. I’m okay. No need to worry about me,” you smiled and wiped your tears away, But say, Luke.. Do you remember a little boy named Dawid?“
You were on an adventure in the human world with Solomon, trying to find some rare ingredients.
You had split up around this abandoned town near a desert when out of sheer curiosity, you entered one of the remaining houses to see what’s it like inside.
In what you supposed to be the old living room, you found a woman standing with her back to you.
The woman turned to face you with a mysterious smile on her face, "Hello. My name is Naamah. I’m a princess from the kingdom of the Ammonites and Solomon’s wife.”
The last word the woman had said, wife, made your heart sink. Did this mean Solomon had been married this whole time?! How had he let that one slip?! You felt your face growing warm from either anger or embarrassment.
Naamah however seemed to sense your discomfort, “Or should I say, ex-wife.” she added, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards.
“Wait, so you’re divorc-” you began to speak but suddenly shut up when you thought of her previous words further. This lady was an Ammonite princess? The kingdom of Ammon has not existed in.. Centuries.. Millenias even.
The story of the Wise King Solomon came back to you. You guessed it made sense that someone as old as Solomon had been married before. You couldn’t really hold it against him, right?
You took a closer look at Naamah. She had long, brown hair, dark and warm eyes and she was dressed up in a beautiful silk gown, accessorised by extravagant jewellery. She certainly looked like a princess. You felt slightly ordinary standing next to her.
“Well, what are you doing here? Do you.. Do you want Solomon back?” you asked, unable to hold your tongue back any longer. Just the thought of conversing with someone Solomon used to be in love with made you somewhat jealous.
The woman’s laughter rang inside the room like a bell, “Oh no, you’ve gotten me all wrong!” she giggled, humored by your jealosy, “If you feel jealous, imagine how I felt having to share him with nearly 1000 other women!”
“1000?!” you didn’t know how you had forgotten the stories about him having 700 wives and 300 concubines, “I’m gonna kill him..” you mumbled angrily.
Naamah finally caught her breath after laughing so hard, “We’re all dead. We’re no competition to you, sweetie. The dead own nothing. There’s no penny to my name, no contracts tying me down, none of my previous life.. Solomon’s all yours.” she smirked.
“What made you think I even wanted him..” you rolled your eyes, your cheeks burning up again. Naamah shook her head with an exasperated sigh.
“Don’t hold his past against him. Solomon.. He has always been a free-spirited man, hard to tie down, but he’s done plenty of good, too. His intelligence and experience precedes him and is rivaled by no other living human.” Naamah spoke gently yet firmly, like looking back at a memory you treasured but were over with.
“I just.. Feel so meaningless in this constant stream of life. My life will be gone in what feels like a minute to Solomon. How could I ever amount to anything special?” you sighed, finally admitting your fears regarding your relationship with Solomon to anyone.
Naamah look at you with understanding eyes, “You’re already special to him. You might not see it that way but.. You’ve made him feel whole again, after feeling so dispersed and incomplete for hundreds of years.” she let you know with a smile.
“I don’t follow..” you mumbled, shying away, feeling like all air had been sucked out of the room.
“Solomon never remarried after his days as the King of Israel. He swore off marriage altogether. I can understand his reasoning,” she chuckled while examining her fingernails, “But I could see him taking that step again with you someday, as long as you’re interested in that.” she just dropped a bomb like that on you and expected you not to flounder.
“M-Marry me?! What are you talking about? That’s.. That’s insane!” you squealed, not knowing where to look and how to breathe like a normal person.
“Hey, if you know any nice single ghost gentlemen, can you put in a good word for me?” Naamah grinned mischievously before she froze and her smile disappeared, her eyes staring at something behind you.
“What?” you asked and turned around, only to see Solomon standing behind you.
“Naamah, that’s enough. Quit scaring my apprentice.” Solomon laughed yet you could sense something tenser behind his laughter. Something troubled.
“Aww, Sol. I just wanted to see who this person you’re so smitten with is like,” Naamah chuckled, having regained her composure, “Ah, and now that I remember, Sol. You haven’t been paying your child support in SUCH A LONG TIME-”
“Number one, child support did not exist during your lifetime. Second, Rehoboam has been dead for a long time. Third, you’re a ghost, you don’t need money.” Solomon sighed with a knowing smile, fully aware that his ex-wife was merely teasing him.
“Okay, okay. I understand. I’ll leave you two be,” Naamah chuckled as she started to disappear, “Oh! And if you two DO get married, please don’t forget to invite me!” she called out as she was disappearing, he voice getting smaller and quieter by the second before fully disappearing into the void.
“.. Does she appear to you often like this?” You asked Solomon, crossing your arms. You had many questions to ask from him.
Solomon cleared his throat, not meeting your eyes, “Not really. Maybe every 300 years or so unless something special takes place. She’s the only one who has stayed in contact with me all this time.”
“So.. I want to know more about the rest of your wives..” You spoke with a dangerous tone.
“Oh brother..” Solomon sighed, shaking his head.
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*Simeon sees Bifrons*: Bifrons, Where the hell have you been, loca?
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