Am I the only one trying to shift to the Devildom? xD
update on my shifting experience
I’ve been trying different methods for two weeks and none have worked.
Last night I accidentally ALMOST shifted. I did it through a lucid dream.
In my dream I suddenly remembered how I’ve been trying to shift and I quickly thought of one of the characters from Obey Me, which happened to be Lucifer. So I started calling his name, in that moment I felt like it would be a good way to concentrate on the character and get involved emotionally with my DR (Devildom)
And then the dream I was in, faded away and I felt this STRONG INTENSE PULL on my whole being, man.. I panicked -(even though I tried to stay calm and kept telling myself that it’s worth it and it’s gonna be so much fun)-, I thought maybe the result wouldn’t be pleasant since I was shifting while panicking, so I woke up.
A good amount of hurt/comfort (which comes later ), all in all pretty wholesome (in my standard of things) and based on an idea that I thought of just the other day (though I’m sure it’s not original)
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Satan had a mission, more so a mystery that had been bugging him for the past few weeks when he noticed his brothers’ odd behavior. Well odder than usual with the way they would often just stare at him and despite his self-assurance, he couldn’t stop the insecurities that would bloom and linger in his thoughts. The newest one was his hair, taking him months of persistence and will to grow out up to his shoulders, an inspiration from the princes in his picture books that Mammy would read to him before bedtime. He liked it and had hoped his siblings would too, only to be proven wrong as it triggered them to whisper amongst themselves and struggle to hide visible tears in their eyes.
’Just like her.’
’Just like she used to.’
‘He’s just like Lilith.’
He pressed the crayon to his cheek, he had reached over picking up the toy kitten from the table (he dubbed 'Watson’ for this mission and therefore making him the knowledgeable Sherlock Holmes) into his lap and looked over his lists of questions he would need answers to from his brothers. Messy in theory, young Satan was still satisfied as he was able to read the incoherent scribbling and walked over to Mammy who was sitting on the couch in front of him with a confused expression on his face. “Umm..whatcha writing over there, Satan?”
The child huffed, subtle frustration beginning to well but dissipates quickly when Mammy picks him up and settles him on his lap. “Mammy who’s Lilith?” Satan asked, noting how his brother stiffens and hesitates as he always does with many of the questions he asks and clearly this wasn’t an exception. He waits patiently for an answer, feeling the grip around him tighten as he turns to take a proper look at Mammon. Blue eyes looking around the room never settling and mouthing 'no’ repeatedly, guilt pools in his gut as his question had brought his brother to a bad place and hating the horrified expression on his face. Satan tugs harshly on Mammon’s shirt, “Nevermind! Come play with me, Mammy? Please?” He watches Mammon blink, returning to the present and nodding slowly, registering his request. “Sure, kiddo. What do ya wanna play?”
Satan hugs Watson close to his chest, hoping not to have a repeat of what happened to Mammon as he approached Asmo’s room and knocked loudly. He hears a muffled 'go away and tries his best not to let it bother him, when he figures out who Lilith is, maybe he could get his brothers to start liking him again. He asked the question, having the same curiosity but now with some hesitation as he blanches from hearing the sound of glass breaking inside the room. “Go away!” There was a shrill to his voice, purely demonic as his footsteps now boomed like thunder with each step approaching the door, and this time Satan decides to listen, trembling as he runs down the hall, not wanting to find out what happens if he stays.
With Levi, he gets the same but less scary result. His knock is answered with a dull, “Password.” and Satan despite trying every guess that he could remember, still couldn’t get it. He rubs away frustrated tears with his fist, his guesses going unanswered as the volume of the game was raised to drown out his voice but still tried not to take offense to it. Though his anger welled, reaching level by level that was becoming harder to suppress, he would have to get an answer soon…right?
The twins were always different but never gave Satan a reason to stay away from them, when Mammy wasn’t there Belphie helped him nap peacefully and Beel would sneak him sweets before dinner time. Using the ribbon tied around Watson’s neck, he twists up his hair, a few blonde strands poking out but he just shrugged it off. If anything Belphie could braid his hair for him and Beel would be sure to have snacks on him, feeling better already he skips over to their room and knocks on the door.
“Beel? Belphie?” The room was dimly lit, hearing Belphie’s soft snores as he tips toes inside. “Ah, Satan. Would you like a snack-” Beelzbub’s voice gets stuck in his throat and before the youngest could respond he’s scooped up and engulfed in a tight hug. “Lilith, oh Lilith I’m so sorry..I should have..I should have tried to save you too..” Beel is wailing apology after apology, his grief just adding more confusion and anger as Satan can only hear his ears ringing. Belphie now awake sensing his twin’s pain as he places a hand on his shoulder, “Beel..” Just the sound of his name breaks him out of the spell, dropping Satan who stumbles back and strikes Belphie’s hand away as he tries to reach for him.
“I’M NOT HER! I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE IS!”
The truth is loud and the statement echoes deep into the halls, follow by hiccups and sobs as he rushes out of the twins’ room and pushes past Mammon, leaving Watson behind. He stomps into his room, peaking at his face which was flushed from anger. His books are scattered around and all the built-up anger finally explodes, he rips and tears through all of his books even his favorites. Cutting the princes out from pictures so he can rip it himself, ashamed that he thought that he could be anything like the princes in the stories. The ones that were kind and brought peace to their kingdoms were not like him, he only brings his family pain and misery. He was a curse, a burden and it all started when he grew out his…hair.
Realization hit him, he was quick to rush out of his room, ignoring the loud whispers from the living room, and began to sneak into Lucifer’s room. His vision was blurry from tears but his eyes finally landed on the cup on the desk, the scissors gleaming almost tempting him and Satan really needed no more convincing. He climbed the chair, reaching and grabbing them carefully as not to push anything else around and reveal his presence. He begins snipping and cutting any which way but the relief is there, his wrath replaced with sadness and embedded with the hope that things would return to normal.
“Satan”
He flinches, dropping the scissors and looking up to see Lucifer at the doorway, clearly shocked with what he had done. Shame overwhelming him and he finds himself unable to stop wailing, putting up a poor attempt at resistance as the eldest pulls him in and gently begins to rock him to calm him down. It works aided with the music, Lucifer put on to ease the silence, his sobbing ceasing as he catches his breath. He offers no explanation and Lucifer doesn’t ask for one, instead of racking his fingers through the messy chopped strands, “Would you like me to cut it for you, Satan?” Wordlessly the child nods, his eyes betraying his true emotions as he wriggles out of the hug and settles into the chair in front of him.
“Short?”
“Short.”
He expects to see some kind of disappointment, maybe even sadness but the eldest remains stoic as ever, humming along to the melody and it unintentionally lulls an exhausted Satan to sleep.
He is rocked awake, the record long gone as he looks up at Lucifer who smiles at him, “What do you think?” He’s turned to the mirror, his first instinct telling him to shut his eyes but he does catch a glimpse. A gasp and a giggle follow as he hops out of the chair to take a closer look and runs his own fingers through the layers. He genuinely looked like him,a dimfeelingof pride swelling in his chest. Satan is ready to rush out, excited to show his brothers but stops reaching up as Lucifer bends down to his height. “Thank you!” He beams, giving a tight but quick hug around his neck, and runs out, leaving a flustered Lucifer behind him.
It becomes a routine between the two of them, even a week afterward Satan walks into Lucifer’s room asking for a haircut, and the older brother is so sure that Satan knows hair takes much longer than a week to grow but Lucifer could really use a break from his work anyway. He has a favorite record that makes him practically bounce in excitement when Lucifer puts it on, sometimes he falls asleep other times he asks questions and Lucifer gives him answers.
Soon Satan grows up and his rebellion against Lucifer begins, the routine ends and becomes nothing more than a memory. With Belphie by his side and the bridge between them more distant, he learns to cut his own hair, ignoring the visible irritation when it doesn’t look or feel the same as it used to.
Lucifer is delighted to have a day off from RAD, having mostly caught up on any leftover assignments that Diavalo needed from him and pouring himself a glass of Demonus with a rare grin. His face falls at the sound of his D.D.D ringing, he tries to will the noise away but at the sound, he becomes anxious and eventually picks up. “Yes, Lord Diavolo? What is it?” His tone clipped and very clearly annoyed at Dia’s booming laugh on the other end, “Luci! I know it’s your day off and everything but could you come to RAD for a second and pick up Satan?” He blinks, confused and at his silence, Diavolo continues, “Well you see…”
The Avatar of Pride had been checking his watch for the past 10 minutes, ignoring the demons that glanced at him whispering, his day off now really going off the rails as Satan slinks toward him still in his demon form and covered in blood. Diavolo still smiling, “Well just keep him in sight for a few days, that’s a nice enough punishment for landing three of his fellow classmates in hospital, don’t you think.” Lucifer sighs but nods, “thank you, lord Diavolo. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again. Don’t roll your eyes Satan-” Both glaring at each other as they left the building, the rest of the walk tense and awkward.
Before he could properly think of a punishment befitting what an embarrassing scene that had been caused, Lucifer sees the pieces of gum sticking to the back of Satan’s hair, “What happened?” Though he didn’t expect an answer, he had Satan come inside his room, noting the stubble joy in his expression as he looked away. “I’m not child anymore, Lucifer..” He trailed off, his actions betraying him as he took a seat. The tips of his ears reddened in embarrassment, even more so as Lucifer coughed to hide his laughter. Though the music beginning to play worked to hold him in place, “I thought you didn’t have this record anymore..you said it broke.”
“I lied.” Lucifer admitted plainly, picking up the scissors from the table, “I just enjoy playing it when you would come around..” Such an open admission of affection wasn’t what he expected, looking down at his hands and nostalgia crept in.
“Lucifer?”
“What is it Satan?”
“Who’s Lilith?”
Lucifer stills, taking in a deep breath before continuing to cut Satan’s hair. “Lilith was our little sister, back in the Celestial Realm.” The boy blinks satisfied but still curious. “Was?” The scissors don’t stop this time but he can hear the other’s voice waver, “She’s gone. A causality of war.” There was more to it, he knew but Satan didn’t want to push too far and instead settled for something else. “Do I really remind everyone of her?”
That question does completely pull Lucifer to a halt, setting down the scissors and kneeling to eye level with Satan. “You do in some way, your hair for instance, and your eyes. She had a deep love for humans but animals as well partially fond of cats herself.” He brings out Watson which makes the boy gasp with glee and grabs the stuffed kitten, “but you must remember..you are not her. You are Satan, the same tempered brat that we all look after.” He sticks his tongue out at that, laughed as Lucifer mirrored his expression.
“You’re our brother and we love you dearly. As you and you alone.”
“Falling asleep again, Satan?” The teasing remark brought him back to the present with a scowl on his face, shooing the comments away and letting himself get taken away by the music. “I have always wondered though..why did you never ask Mammon to cut your hair? You liked him the best and find me 'unbearable’.” Lucifer asked, eager to know the answer and Satan hesitating to give it to him. “Well..you were the only one who would actually answer my questions, told me about Lilith, and made me feel like..me instead of someone else.” To admit such a confession was a huge leap, but in mending their distant relationship this could be what they needed to hear.
Though the sappy shit was becoming too overwhelming and Satan was practically submerged in Lucifer’s pride, “You weren’t 'unbearable’ until you started kissing Lord Diavalo’s ass so much. Guess it comes with dating the future king of the devildom, huh Lucifer?” He winces as he is hit with the handle of the scissors, cackling mischievously at the eldest’s expression.
“Satan.”
“Hmmm?”
“Shut up.”
He does exactly that and lets Lucifer finish cutting his hair.
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Jeez, that was a long one, I hope you all enjoyed it! this was based on a head-canon I have which is that Satan has a remarkable resemblance to Lilith and angst ensued. Satan serving to be a reflection of what they had lost unintentionally but also having to suffer still because of it, it’s set in my mind possibly a few years after the war. (which is why Asmo and Levi are locked away in their room and dealing with their new selves) I have not proofread because it is 3 in the morning but if there is any mistake that you see let me know!
Lucifer doesn’t cry, is what Mammon assumed. Because the elder demon was, is, powerful, strong; who didn’t crumble under pressure and carried himself with pride.
But it seems even the strong fall.
“Lucifer?” Mammon whispers, utterly confused as to how to approach the demon whose shoulders shake with sobs. He had come to ask his brother a favor, one which was forgotten as soon as he heard muffled cries.
The white-haired demon was fast and quiet when he needed to be. Mammon didn’t make a sound and yet Lucifer’s posture straightened, the once shaking shoulders now froze and stopped slouching, and when the demon turns around to give his brother a glare, the moonlight illuminates his tear-stricken face.
“What are you doing here at this hour? You should be asleep.”
Lucifer questions as he grits his teeth, trying to conceal the cracking of his voice, but Mammon notices. He notices everything.
The demon stands tall now, with his signature stare and crossed arms, but Mammon doesn’t flinch.
“Don’t stare at me like a bufoon, it’s past midnight and you should be in your room and—oompfh!”
Firm, tight arms are now clasped around his waist, and a head now rests on his shoulder. lucifer stands in a stupor at the action, for he didn’t expect such a reaction out of Mammon.
One person rooted to the ground as the other embraces them tightly.
“You don’t have to hide it, you know?”
THe white-haired demon whispers, his voice trailing off at the end for he doesn’t know what to say. Mammon has always spoken on impulse, but right now he fears one wrong word, one wrong sentence might just ruin everything.
And he doesn’t want that to happen.
Mammon stares off into the fireplace, the burning embers reminding him of the time when he had gone with his brothers to the human world to witness the fireworks. They were pretty, bursting with different colours against the backdrop of the dark sky.
Lucifer seemed happy then, grinning as he handed Mammon a candy apple while chewing on one smugly.
But all thoughts on his mind extinguish when he feels tears on his skin, and a pair of arms that hold him even tighter as Lucifer openly weeps. Soft, yet broken sobs spill past his lips, and Mammon feels the pain radiating from his soul.
The utter weight of the burden that the demon bore on his weary shoulders—of devastating secrets and pain, of humiliation and regret, and the searing collar of loyalty.
But Mammon is the one Lucifer trusts the most.
LEVIATHAN
He shouldn’t be here.
He shouldn’t be here is what resonates in Levi’s mind, every object and painting in the room is perhaps placed with the purpose to intimidate; scare the foolish soul that dare wander where they shouldn’t, and the purple-haired demon is coming uninvited.
There’s an anime convention coming up next month and he can’t afford to miss it. Cosplay and games, its his domain. Surely, Lucifer won’t mind passing dinner duty to someone else.
He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again.
From the shadows he can make out a figure weeping, its shoulders shaking with silent sobs. And the shadow belongs to none other but his oldest brother.
“Lucifer—I—I didn’t know—”
And there his useless self goes again, babbling words like a fish as his brother wipes the remnants of his tears.
I loved reading this so I am so happy I get to put my own touch to the dateables reactions!
Warning⚠️: It only gets worse from here djfjf
Diavalo
Despite all of his abilities, the vast amount of powers that he was known to yield and make demons bow just from his aura. Diavalo considers himself to utterly powerless when it comes to his right hand man, who’s constant repremands go in one ear and out the other, not that he means to. The castle gets too stuffy, the halls too quiet and a throne too revealing of a reminder of his own loneliness.
“Lord Diavalo are you even listening to me? How do you expect the student council to fund events it doesn’t have the budget for?”
The question was of course rhetorical, but it didn’t stop the bright smile that appeared, looking up from the irrelevant mathematics and head on to Lucifer’s glare. “We’ll just find a way- Nothing to worry about Lucifer! It’s not like we really have anything to do other than this.” He had Barbatos clear his schedule, his gut churning at the sight of Luicfer overworking on the last budget deals and eternally promising to never let him handle it completely alone ever again.
But it didn’t seem like his presence was completely helping either, he offered a change of scenery being his castle and was more than happy to offer the Morningstar a cup of tea. Diavalo seeing Lucifer on edge as ever, not even willing to entertain some small talk about his brothers if he were in demon form each feather would surely be on end. Still minutes ticked away into hours, the numbers offering no comfort for the prince’s tired eyes.
There was a mumble of a curse, so quiet that Diavalo wasn’t even sure he had heard it until he set the papers down and met Lucifer’s tear filled eyes. The prideful avatar so quick to excuse himself but paused as the prince drew near, cautious steps like he was trying to tend to a wounded animal. He had questions, so many questions that the shock stopped him from asking at the sight of seeing the strongest demon he knew be settled into tears that he was willing to repress right in front of him. If he didn’t look up, would he even know?
“Order me. Please order me to stop.”
That set his heart racing, anxious swirling into the most powerful prince in all of Devildom and made him feel like a mere mortal, “Why would I ever tell you to stop? Lucifer…what’s going on-” “Order me to stop this ridiculous nonsense! We have things to do and my debttoyou isn’t going to be paid off if I keep failing at getting things done.” Despite still being turned around, he could see the ever flowing tears and Lucifer’s shaking figure, desperately wanting to reach out and comfort the broken hearted demon if it weren’t for his own thoughts taking hold.
Burdened. Luicfer felt burdened from owing Diavalo his everything. It felt like he was swallowing a bitter pill, that Luicfer has forced himself to be around the prince with the price of bringing his sister back to life heavy on his mind. There was no relationship, no foundation for them other than the promise that brought them together in the first place. And that very thought made Diavalo sick to his stomach, what could he even say to someone who viewed him as a stranger…
Silence was heavy, it was suffocating and entangled you in threads, Diavalo knew that all too well. “Can I touch you?” He asked quietly, a phrase that he has said before in different ways within the guarded walls of the castle but never like this. Never was he allowed to treat the avatar of pride, who stood so tall in his own pillar like someone so fragile. There was no ‘yes’ but tugged Luicfer into his chest and the other not pulling away had been the answer he needed. “I order you..to cry, to scream to do whatever you need to make yourself feel better…I’m sorry for not letting you do this sooner.”
Lucifer screamed, his nails digging to the back of his uniform as it felt like his own heart was shattering. Helpless tears starting to fill his own eyes as they clinged on to each other. It was a good thing Diavalo didn’t need to worry about the screaming.
It’s not like anyone ever heard his.
Simeon
Lilith’s fate had been decided, the verdict causing outrageous to pour into the court room and Simeon looked over at the brothers who were completely still as if they had been sentenced to death themselves. His gaze lingered over the Morningstar, who’s wings acted as a shield over the weeping angel, glaring at any guards that came too close. Simeon’s own heart was pounding, wanting to say anything that would stop the tension brewing to ease the fire as it was his job to do. A moment passed like a still frame before the first spear was thrown and drops of blood tainted the white tile floor.
The angel sat in his room, replaying the scene over and over as the shivers ran up his spine. His wings fluttering in an attempt to reach any ounce of comfort, ignoring the measures that the archangels have been taking in the search of the traitors.. They were traitors to the Celestial Realm therefore traitors to him, he betrayed Simeon, not even asking if he would like to come along. His heart felt like it was being plucked with every swirl of his emotions. Anger, bitterness and overwhelming sadness interlocked together so much that he was sure that he had only imagined Luicfer right outside his window.
“Brother, forgive the intrusion.”
He could feel his own lips moving, thoughts racing as his expression was surely aghast at the fact that he was still here and not protecting Lilith in whatever hiding spot they had found. “Y-You should be out of here, gone probably prepare for whatever battle you started with Father, why are you here Luicfer?” Despite the trembling in his voice, he hated how he took glee when the virture grimaced in front of him, seemingly hating the idea of a war. Which was good, which meant Simeon could persuade him away from such idea. “I didn’t want for it to start out this way really I didn’t, but now..”
“Now what? You’re just gonna fall-? Leave me behind and go down there, brother?”
Anger was an unfathomable emotion, Simeon almost believed that no angel could really feel it, but he was. It was hot, practically scolding as he grabbed Lucifer’s hand, his vision blurring with tears he couldn’t be bothered to hide. “You..you used to be so unsure of what to do, then you would come to me or Micheal and we would help you. But you’ve become so…distant but so sure of yourself. Prideful even.” He could feel wings wrapped around him, blinking back tears and unable to withhold the gasp of the Morningstar’s darkening wings. Showing that he had already fallen, right before Siemon’s eyes, what shocked him more was Lucifer’s tears, the soft sobs that he was trying to quiet but to no avail.
“…The last thing I could ever ask you is to fall, Simeon. To go against Father for me, even I’m not sure I would even do it. I thought I could just serve for eternity with this sort of serect buried inside..I am not as brave as one might think.” Lucifer confessed, clinging tighter onto the angel who was wiping away the remainder of his tears. Simeon managed a smile, “You are strong enough to lead..you are kind enough to ask me. Even though you know what my answer is.” Silence acted as a cloak, the steady rose-pink light of dawn was approaching and this could possibly be the last time that they would ever see each other. Despite the black feathers and the tear streaks that decorate Lucifer’s face, Simeon had never seen his brother look more beautiful.
“I love you, Lucy.”
There was a fondness that made his voice tremble, so desperate to wish it all away but the proof was right their for both of them to see. He could see the tears returning in his brother’s eyes as he slipped out of the window.
“I love you too, Siemon.”
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Ahhh I think I like Diavalo’s more than Simeon’s, I don’t think I wrote it the way I wanted to haha. Also wanted to explore Simeon and Lucifer’s relationship in the Celestial Realm! Hope you like it :)
Also I don’t think I can nail Barbatos and Solomon’s personality for the life of me ;_;
A/N: a fic in which i wanted diavolo to experience PAIN but also know he is L O V E D because i couldnt help but remember that he once said asmo never invites him to parties and it broke my frozen heart,
{Diavolo x Reader/MC}
Diavolo’s eyes were downcast as he walked along, listening to Barbatos drone on about his schedule for the rest of the day. Of course, he knew it was important and definitely something he needed to do as it was his duty, yet, he couldn’t help but long for a sense of freedom. He longed for a time he could simply be himself, not worry about his princely duties—he longed for something, he just wasn’t quite sure what. Of course, he knew Barbatos was simply doing his own job, but it didn’t stop the prince from zoning out. He could hear the shorter man give an exasperated sigh before repeating his last few sentences. Maybe a walk around R.A.D.’s campus would help him focus.
It wasn’t helping. He sighed during the entire walk, each time getting a little more dramatic; he hunched his shoulders and slouched a bit more with each heave, dragging his feet along the ground as though he were a toddler throwing a temper-tantrum. His pitch was whiny, and he secretly did feel bad for his unbecoming behaviour towards Barbatos, but he couldn’t help himself.
As though it were a beam of light on a cloudy day, something had caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and turned his entire mood around. Without raising Barbatos’ suspicion—or so he thought—his gaze honed in on a small, stray kitten walking along the path behind the shorter man. His face instinctually turned to one mixed with shock and adoration, both attempted to hide behind the thin veil of collectiveness. Golden eyes kept flickering from his butler to the tiny mammal behind him.
“As I said before, after meeting with Lucifer to go over the budget for…” Barbatos scrunched his nose before interrupting himself. “My lord, you aren’t paying attention again.”
“What?” Diavolo’s shoulders stiffened as he let out a half-hearted laugh, “Of course I am!”
“…..What are you distracted by?”
“It’s nothing! Wait–”
Before Diavolo’s outstretched hand could stop him, Barbatos turned to lock eyes with the kitten that had caught his liege’s attention. He held his stare as if the two of them had a contest going without so much as a word, until the kitten had meowed up at him.
“It’s talking to you!”
“I wish it wouldn’t.”
“Don’t be mean to it, it’s cute!”
“My lord, we do need to get through this schedule for the day–”
“I’d much rather sit with this kitten.”
Diavolo quickly jumped at the chance to get down on all fours to level with the kitten, ignoring Barbatos’ pleas for him to not ruin his uniform. He cooed as the kitten rubbed against his face, meowing softly at him in response to his badly-attempted meows, and rolled onto its back to play with one of the pendants hanging off of his coat. A genuine laugh erupted from the man as he pet the creature.
“I’m glad you’re thoroughly enjoying yourself, Lord Diavolo, however we do need to get going now–”
“I’ve decided to keep it!”
“Absolutely not.”
“What!”
Like a child who was told no in the toy store—or a better comparison would have been a kicked puppy—Diavolo looked up at him with pleading eyes and a pouting lip. He mumbled to himself, about being the prince and frankly doing whatever he’d like, as though he truly were a child.
“My lord, a cat in the castle would be a terrible idea. You are too busy to see to one–”
“You could do it!”
“–and I’m too busy ensuring you’re taken care of to worry about the cat as well.”
Diavolo groaned and rose to his feet, keeping his back towards Barbatos. After agreeing that he would be right, he attempted to walk off and change the subject towards the schedule Barbatos was so adamant about, only to jolt to a stop as the butler cleared his throat.
“My lord–”
“I thought you said we were busy!” Diavolo chuckled, attempting to continue again, “Let’s go!”
“The cat, my lord.”
“It ran into the bushes–”
“Please take the cat out of your coat pocket.”
Hanging his head as he was caught, he placed the kitten gently onto the path, watching it scamper away, chasing after some sort of bug. He crossed his arms and jutted his lip out into a pout, keeping his glare just a tad icy towards Barbatos. Again, he was aware he was just doing his job, but the kitten was so adorable and just the distraction he felt that he needed, and his friend simply just wouldn’t allow him to have it; so, he listened. He listened intensively, absorbing each word Barbatos had thrown him and repeated key points to prove he had listened. His eyes, however, flickered to the small animal who kept running in and out of the bushes, tempting his willpower and attention an embarrassing amount.
Before he had realized it, however, one of the seven brothers had also been walking along campus. Noticing the two of them talk, Satan minded his own business and only stopped as a kitten randomly appeared in his path. Without so much as a second thought, he scooped the animal up and kept on his way, not realizing the heartbroken, utter shock that had washed over the Devildom’s prince.
“That seems to be the end of it, Lord Diavolo. Shall we move on to our meeting–”
“Did you see that!”
Barbatos tilted his head and looked behind him where Diavolo had been pointing; he used all of his might not to raise an eyebrow at his boss.
“See… what, exactly?”
“The–”
“If you’re going to mention the cat again, then please forgive me for cutting you off. We simply cannot have the cat.”
“But Satan took it!”
“Ah, then you should take solace in knowing that cat is well taken care of. Now, moving on to our meeting, my lord.”
Without so much as another word, Barbatos ushered Diavolo off towards their next location, the cat never left his mind.
***
By the end of the day, MC had noticed something weighing on the prince. He seemed sluggish, lost in thought, a million miles away in those eyes as they sat across the room from him. During the rare moment he sat alone, MC approached him casually.
“Hey,” they leaned against the edge of his desk, “something on your mind?”
“Oh? Was it obvious?”
“I’m just a really good guesser.”
Diavolo leaned back in his chair and shot them an award-winning smile, the hearty, whimsical laugh he’s known for followed suit.
“Then that must be your version of magic, interesting. I’ll admit there is something on my mind that I just can’t shake.”
“Care to tell me what it is?”
Before MC could even get the last syllable out, Diavolo slammed his hands on the desk and stood instantly. He leaned in towards them with wide eyes and a slight pout, not noticing that his sudden closeness caused MC to swallow hard.
“Satan took my cat!”
“….. I’m sorry, what?”
“My cat! He took it!”
“You… had a cat?”
“Yes! No! Kind of?”
“Diavolo, not to sound rude but… I’m really not following.”
He sat back down and bit the inside of his cheek, sighing heavily before explaining himself.
“There was this kitten, outside, it was absolutely adorable. The roundest little face, big eyes, soft fur—it was tiny, too! Just the perfect little thing, and I wanted to take it home! Take care of it! But–”
“But?” MC dragged out their syllables.
“But,” Diavolo mimicked their actions, “Barbatos said it was impossible to take care of a cat as of now. He refused to let me take it, and not only that, but I had to watch in silence as Satan came along and took the cat as his own!”
“Well, if Satan took it–”
“Then it’s in good hands, yes, Barbatos said the same; that isn’t the point!”
Diavolo held his tongue on what truly bothered him, hoping that MC-the-great-guesser wouldn’t take notice that his burst of emotions dug much deeper than just a little cat he met outside. A thought passed his mind and it clicked for him—a plan—he’d have to think more about. He composed himself, stood up and straightened out his coat before shooting another large, fake smile towards the human.
“Anyway, I have other meetings to get to, unfortunately. It is my duty, after all. My apologies for being so… emotional, but thank you for lending me your time.”
MC’s eyes followed as he stiffly walked from the room. He may have been the prince of Devildom, but MC couldn’t hide the smile on their lips towards his childish behaviour they grew to find endearing. They did wonder what deeper emotions were hidden behind his need for the cat, however.
***
Relaxing by the window, MC was startled to hear a light knock against the glass in the middle of the night. Terrified, they very slowly turned their head to meet face to face with a disheveled prince, smiling from ear to ear. Tossing fear and confusion aside, they rushed to open the window and called out to him in a hushed tone.
“Diavolo? What are you doing here? I mean… here, and also, at my window.” They grabbed his hands and helped him start to climb in. “There is a front door, you know. I’m pretty sure Lucifer wants you to use it. Should I let him know you’re here–”
“No!” Diavolo cried as he fell forward through the window. He sat up as though nothing had happened. “I’m here in secret, please keep it between the two of us!”
“Al…right, but why exactly are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but it is the middle of the night, and you know it seems…” They couldn’t finish their statement due to nerves and turned away to keep the red on their cheeks hidden.
“Hm? Oh, about that!” He stood up suddenly, “I’m going on an adventure! Come with me!”
“Shh! You’re the one who said this was a ‘secret visit’, so keep your voice down!”
“Right!” He lowered his voice, “I’m going on an adventure, so come with me.”
“Where exactly is your adventure going to lead us? Does Barbatos know–”
“No, he does not and he doesn’t need to!”
Diavolo’s eyebrows were drawn together, nose scrunched in irritation. He sighed and shook his head, forcing an apologetic smile on his lips.
“My apologies, I mean, this isn’t a matter that concerns Barbatos. I came to you for assistance this time, I thought perhaps we could have some fun; what do you say?”
MC twisted their lips to the side, eyeing whatever the tall man was hiding; it didn’t take much to see that he was, in fact, hiding something… but what was it? They nodded, agreeing to whatever plan he may have, knowing they couldn’t just let the prince of Devildom run off and make childish mistakes on his own. MC would get in trouble with Barbatos at that point, and they shivered at the thought of being on bad terms with him. Once they silently agreed, Diavolo captured their hand in his—blind to the eruption of blush across their face—and quickly slipped into the hall.
They were dragged along as Diavolo tiptoed dramatically, peeking around corners and hiding in the shadows. MC was flung around as though they were some sort of paper doll. Diavolo seemed way too out of his element to sneak around properly, so MC called out to him quietly to have him take a moment and explain just what he was doing.
“Stop, stop. You’re terrible at this. Where are you going anyway? The front door isn’t up the stairs–”
“Our destination is, though!” He said in a hushed shout, his movements a bit antsy. “We have to go up.”
“To where, exactly?”
“Hush!”
He covered their mouth with his hand, oblivious to how it caused their heart flutter, he focused his attention to the sound of walking in the hallway behind them. Diavolo rushed them along, stopping at a door and quickly attempting to jiggle his way through the lock. MC faced the hallway, wary of the approaching footsteps and faint voices as they kept watch; Diavolo simply used magic to unlock the handle, and pulled MC in so quick he literally swept them off of their feet. Both of them held an ear against the door and heard as two of the brothers made their way back to their rooms. Before MC could give a sigh of relief, they could hear Diavolo cooing at something in a baby tone. A light bulb went off in their head as they slowly turned to face the room, a look of distaste, disbelief, and irritation graced their features.
“We broke into Satan’s room.”
“Yes!” Diavolo held the kitten up to his face, laughing as it give his cheek a few kisses.
“A cat.”
“Yes!”
“We broke in… to Satan’s room,” MC put heavy emphasis on Satan being the owner, “to steal a cat.”
“Yes.”
“Diavolo!” MC shouted before quickly quieting back down, “We’re dead if we’re caught in here! Well, I will be. You’re the prince of Devildom, you probably won’t be. But I will be. Satan is going to get pissed, oh my god, I’m going to die, aren’t I? I am. I’m going to die. I’m–”
Diavolo held the kitten up to MC’s face, the latter stopping their rant in their tracks as the kitten gave their nose a few kisses. They couldn’t stop themselves from getting red at how cute the prince seemed to smile at them, but they forced disapproval on their features.
“He had the kitten I wanted. I couldn’t simply ask him for it, even if he agreed, Barbatos would make me return it.”
“What difference is that opposed to stealing it?”
Diavolo sat on the ground and stared at the kitten in his hands, a faraway look of longing replaced his usual cheerful smile. MC refused to let him play it off again.
“What’s actually eating at you?”
“The difference, I guess…” he couldn’t meet their eye and instead focused on petting the cat, “is the adventure. The ability to do something so ridiculous for the thrill and fun of it all. Throwing aside the fact that I’m the prince, for once. Just being a person, since people don’t tend to treat me that way. I thought… if I could have this cat, even after being told no, I could have a sense of freedom. It sounds absolutely ridiculous hearing myself say it out loud. Definitely not the presence a ruler should have, huh?”
His sad smile broke MC’s heart in two. Without a word, they moved next to him; he thought they were going to pet the cat so he offered it to them, but their hand landed on top of his head instead. Their voice was quiet and filled with honey, each word dripping with sincerity.
“I dunno. I think you’re pretty neat. I like hanging out with you, as you are.”
It was Diavolo’s turn to look dazed with wide eyes and a blush across his face. He quickly composed himself with a tender smile and a whimsical laugh; there were quite a few things running through his mind that he wished he could say to MC, but nothing would come out clear enough. Instead, the two of them resided in a peaceful silence, his smile and relaxed shoulders showed how thankful he was to hear that from them. They had gotten lost in the peace, petting the kitten and playing around with the spunky little thing, they hadn’t heard anything come up behind them, nor had they felt the frightful aura shift in the area.
“Hello, Lord Diavolo! You needed me for anything?” you ask, hearing Barbatos slowly close the office’s door.
“Oh, please, MC, I’ve told you before, just Diavolo is fine!” the demon prince smiled brightly at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he got up from his desk. “We’re friends, right?”
Watching as the taller man walked in your direction, you looked around, feeling the atmosphere around the both of you slightly change. ‘Oh, so that’s what he wanted’ you think to yourself, you and Diavolo have had your “special meetings” before, but never on such short notice.
Hearing a low rumble come from his throat, your eyes locked with his again, moving yourself a little closer to his figure.
“I’m bored, MC… do you think you could help me?” he leaned into you slightly, whispering right next to your ear. You could feel the slight cologne smell already sticking to your clothes.
“Sure, what would you need, my Lord?” he lets out another growl at the nickname, hands falling to your hips, squeezing them lightly as he pulls them closer to his.
The short of it:“RAD Vogue: What The Hell I’m In Hell”
AN: IT’S FINALLY HERE! Ooookay so after finals, a surgery and my laptop crashing, I’m back with the awaited sequel to BFF Extremes!and it’s in headcanon form for easy reading! Sorry about the wait, I will be getting to requests shortly!
You stumbled out of the portal, glaring at the man with teal hair. “Hey! What gives-?”
You froze as you took in the sight before you. You were standing in a large, medieval administration hall, before eight imposing men. The teal-haired man beside you touched your arm gently, and gestured towards a tall, red-haired man with a smile brighter than LED headlights.
“Hello, MC. Welcome to the Devildom.”
…
“We hope to see you soon, MC!”
“Oh, MC! I’ll miss you so much!”
“Ya better text everyday, human. Don’t keep The Great Mammon waiting!”
“I’ll miss you, MC.”
And thus, the exchange program came to a close. You’d made quite a few memories with the seven demon brothers and other exchange students. Sure, you’d gotten yourself killed and almost-killed and very-close-to-being-killed (ehem, Lucifer), but it had all been in good fun. You survived, you were pretty sure every single one of the brothers was deeply and tragically in love with you, but you just wanted to get back home and relax without a demon threatening to kill anyone who showed romantic interest in you every five minutes. The House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall had almost become your centuries-old eldritch found family. But there was one thing that had been nagging at the back of your mind ever since the beginning of the year; WHY did Lord Diavolo look so familiar?
Andwhy did you feel a strange swirling sensation in your gut every time you looked at him?
…3 months later…
“Hey, MC. Are you missing the Devildom?”
“Yeah, kinda-”
“Perfect! We’ll be visiting in a couple minutes anyways.”
“Wait, what do you mean a couple min-”
Whoosh!
“AAAAAAAHHH-” You landed on your ass, a wonderful way to make an entrance in a fortunately empty castle ballroom. You glared at Solomon, who made a graceful landing on his feet. Your rage however, dissipated when you saw the tension on the sorcerer’s face. “Solomon? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, Lord Diavolo called for us…said he had some urgent business…”
“That’s all he said?”
Solomon sighed, before taking a deep breath and facing you. Putting a hand on your shoulder, he started, “MC, don’t freak out, but the Demon King wants to see us.”
“Demon King…as in Diavolo’s father?”
“Yes, Lord Diavolo said he asked to see the human exchange students. Now I know you’re probably scared shitless like I am, but-”
“That’s cool, lemme go say hi then-” You started for the courtroom, before Solomon frantically swatted your hand away from the door handles.
“MC WAIT THAT’S LITERALLY THE DEMON KING-”
“Okay, and?” You tapped your foot impatiently.
“Are you not aware of what he thinks of humans?”
“What does he think of humans?”
“He absolutely despises them. At least, that’s what Lord Diavolo and the others think.”
“…Is that so?” You grinned. “All the more reason to go say hello!” You speed-walked through the doors without waiting for Solomon.
“MC, HOLD ON-”
Before you could even take another step into the courtroom, you were engulfed by golden robes tinged with the scent of Chardonnay grapes.
“BESTIE I CANNOTBELIEVE YOU ARE HERE!” A loud and deep voice rumbled from somewhere above your head. You pulled your face out from the depths of the speaker’s abs and looked up to see Balam’s beaming face. His skin practically glowed under the evening lights of the castle’s dimming lanterns, piercing gold eyes nearly popping out at you.
“Bal?! Ugh, it’s been SO long since we’ve talked! How have you been?” You smothered him with another bone-crushing hug (although it probably felt like a kitten clawing at his legs to him) and stepped back to take a good look at your friend.
“Bal…?” You heard Diavolo’s voice weakly echo through the room. “MC…you’ve met my father before?” You surveyed the room of shocked faces.
“THIS IS YOUR FATHER?”
LUCIFART
Oookay he’s zoning out now
None of this is real none of this is real
First of all, how dare you not tell him
This is betrayal of the highest order
He is your bae, your one and only who tried to kill you various times but only because you were being nosy
He’s the kind of mf that’ll act like it doesn’t bother him because he’s all high and mighty
How on earth did you manage to meet with AND make a pact with the Demon King without so much as a scratch?
He should be proud of you but he remembers all the times you could’ve sprung the Demon King’s pact powers on him, and yet…you didn’t
“RAD Vogue: Concerto no. 3, MC in Luci Major”
The analytical portion of his brain is screaming at him because you’re best friends with Lord Diavolo’s father now, which gives Lord Diavolo an advantage over the rest of them
He must make his move
But not while His Highness gives him the Regina George smoulder
MAMMOAN
ROYALTY. HIS NUMBER ONE ENEMY.
Wait he’s royalty too
The Great Mammon has nothing to lose, not even to the Demon King
Au contraire to the jealous demon everyone is used to seeing, Mammon surprisingly gets along the most with the Demon King
One day you spot the two of them talking and it feels like your father giving your man “the talk”
Mammon is just. So proud of you he might actually cry
Dia you gotta step up your game, family man’s out here getting royal approval from the top banana
You caught Mammon trying to teach Balam how to do a runway walk and now you’re frantically trying to stop the Demon King from strutting down to Majolish and become a model
“RAD Vogue: Majolish 101; Who is Hell’s Newest Hottie?”
Mammon saw the way the Demon King acted around you and now he treats you like royalty, too
It only keeps getting better
LeViA-cHaN~
Holy shit this is going in his Top 10 Anime Betrayals Compilation
MC how could you not tell your Lord of Shadows about this
The two of you were supposed to fuck around with your OP pact powers and turn RAD into a pancake factory
Honestly this is why he feels unworthy of your love
You, ever the confident human, just waltzed up to the whole ass DEMON KING and walked away with THE UR+ pact?
You are the coolest person to ever exist
Will only bond with the Demon King but over video games
But seriously, this dude is the demon that gave them all their titles and distinction
He’d be nothing without the Demon King (or at least that’s what he thinks)
He has nothing but admiration for the Demon King because if he were you MC, he’d simp for dat royal ass too
“RAD Vogue: Grand Admiral and His Highness Post New Video Collab On TokTik, and it's…Ruri-Hana Cosplay?!”
STANLEY
YOU MADE A PACT WITH THE DEMON KING?!
ohoho look at lucifer’s face
MC HOW DID YOU MAKE A PACT WITH THE DEMON KING
WHEN-
Suddenly he has the worst-timed flashback to when he almost threw you at a wall and wonders why you didn’t use your pact to flame his ass
But then it occurs to him exactly how much power you have in your hands
That is so hot
Feels proud of you but remembers that it’s a Lucifer emotion yikes
“RAD Vogue: Oh Hell Nawh, He’s In Love; Wrathful Pining?!”
He always thought you were quite calculating from the first moment he saw you
Subtly asks you questions to pass on to the Demon King so he can do research
He’s amazed by how all that demonic power just ran through you without corrupting your soul at ALL
You are just full of surprises, aren’t you ;)
ASM-HOE-DEUS
He nearly had a heart attack when the Demon King swooped in as if he was going to murder you
But then he saw the hug and
His mind went to places :3
“RAD Vogue: THE HAREM JUST GOT INTERESTINGGGG”
The friendship dynamic between the three of you is just Asmo and Balam worshipping you like some deity
Asmo thinks to himself, who couldn’t you pull?
Threesome?MC what do you mean you’d rather eat Solomon’s cooking
Sometimes he asks very risque questions and you have to duct tape his mouth or else
Works together with Mammon to push for the Devildom’s Secret Model agenda and takes the Demon King out shopping
The fact that you really went from powerless human to pact holder of the entire government of hell only occurred to him during a sleepover with the Demon King
He woke up squealing and almost squeezed you to death in a proud hug
The Demon King had no idea what was happening so in order to not be left out he hugged you too
BEELZEBURGER
Also almost had a heart attack and inadvertently changed into his demon form when Balam swooped in to hug you
“MC is that why you could open the attic door even though you didn’t have pacts with all of us-”
“BEEL SHUt-”
“But why, Belphie”
Almost snitches on his twin but realizes just in time
Workout buddies with the Demon King
Sometimes he chuckles when he thinks about how you just…randomly popped into their lives
He used to see you as weak and needing protection
But now? He’s the one that’s weak
For you
This newfound power dynamic has him reeling but he cannot express it as well as the fifth-born
So he’ll just do it in his classic Beel way
“MC I think you are very fergalicious”
“Beel do you know what that means”
“No…Asmo taught me that word.”
“RAD Vogue: The Sixth Born is a Player, and Not the Kind You’d Expect!”
BELPHEE-HEE
Yandere Instincts Go!
“RAD Vogue: Oh Wait I Cannot Go Yandere Because The Demon King Will Whoop My Ass; Says RAD Campus Emo BoyOn an Interview with the Newspaper Club”
Is genuinely worried about the Demon King finding out what he did to you
“BEEL SHUt-”
Secretly admires you for being so insanely bold
You waltzed right into HoL, into their hearts, and made pacts with the most powerful demons in the Devildom
Realizes that you could’ve stopped him from killing you, but…you didn’t?
Why
Just when he thought he had humans figured out-
He is so jealous of all the time you spend with the Demon King
He is actively making an effort to hang out with you and keep you away from the Demon King, even for outdoors-y things
And now everyone’s concerned about the Avatar of Sloth
But you gave him kith and everything is all right with the world
DIAVOLORINO
YES MC THAT IS MY FATHER
How,,, why-
Infinitely more relieved that his father doesn’t hate humans like he thought
This is so much better for the exchange program
His second thought: MY FATHER HAS MET THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, AAAAAAA
He truly, wholeheartedly, enjoys watching you and his father interact like close friends
DOES THIS MEAN HE CAN MARRY YOU NOW
YOU HAVE HIS FATHER’S BLESSINGS- I MEAN, CURSES
But HOW in the three realms did you make a pact with his strict, hellishly terrifying father
“RAD Vogue: The Royal Wedding; Is the Devildom’s Wattpad Cameo Finally Here?!”
All the beings in the three realms fear the Demon King except for you
Is THAT why he felt such a deep connection with you when the exchange program had just started?
Wait, did his father tell you embarrassing stories about him-
FATHER NO-
BARBZ
When…
MC, when did you manage to do all of this?
Looked into the timeline and still couldn’t figure out how he missed it
THAT explained the weird feelings of superiority he got from you- your pact
His respect for you goes up SO high
Treats you like Devildom royalty
He will start a petition to have you stay at the Castle with him, his Lord, and his Highness
The Royal Family will be complete :)
Lucifer please refrain from interrupting me, I am on a mission
Lord Diavolo would not approve of this behavior
Yes I will take MC with me and there’s nothing you can do about it Avatar of RiGhT-HaNd MaN
“RAD Vogue: Royal Butler Seen with Human Exchange Student; A Secret Affair Behind the Prince’s Back?!”
monSOLO
Freezes up when you run into the court room
He thinks he would’ve had a heart attack if he wasn’t immortal
Prepares himself to go against the Demon King if the worst comes to worst and then-
Oh, you are best friends with the Demon King
Ah, you also made a pact with the Demon King
MC IF YOU MAKE A PACT WITH THE DEMON KING YOUR SOUL GETS DESTROYED
What do you mean its a bilateral pact
HOW DID YOU GET THE DEMON KING TO MAKE A BILATERAL PACT WITH YOU
Slightly irked that you inadvertently became the second most powerful being in the Devildom by accident
But finds it extremely attractive that your boldness and curiosity bore some of the biggest fruits of labor ever
No wonder he’s so smitten with you
“RAD Vogue: King Solomon Declares He Is Divorcing All 700 Of His Wives Because MC Is His Bae And Nobody Else’s, ft. Fifth-Born Lord Asmodeus’ Take On The Tea!”
#PRAYFORTHISSIMUSSY
Oh, MC, you are so bold, how am I supposed to tell Michael,
He is frantically doing the supernatural angel soul-scanning thing to make sure your soul hasn’t been corrupted
To his surprise, your soul is still 100% clean
He might faint out of shock and is currently leaning on Lucifer’s shoulder for support
The two are just standing there like (standing person emoji)
He is shooketh
Whips out old ass Celestial Blackberry phone
starts typing
“RAD Vogue: TSL Bonus Chapter After 6 Years of Christopher Peugot’s Hiatus!! Henry Becomes All-Powerful?!”
You can hear Leviathan screeching in the distance
He is just so uncertain about what this means for the three realms and how Michael will react
THE LITTLE FRENCH BOY
DEMON ALERT DEMON ALERT
Even Luke knows how powerful the Demon King is
It’s just that he was so small when he last saw him,,,
He’s worried that his Highness will crush you in his evil demonic arms
You have officially won the Coolest Older Sibling award
Despite his hesitation with demons, he looks up to you, and if you think it’s okay to hang out with the Demon King, maybe it isn’t so bad after all
Him and the Demon King play Fortnite together, much to Levi’s dismay
“Levi what do you mean its a normie game, the Demon King seems to like it”
Oh god imagine the fortnite dance emotes
“RAD Vogue: Little French Boy and Giant Eldritch Abomination of Hell Do Turk’s Dance in Front of the House of Lamentation”
