Another Obey Me AU idea from yours truly. I was just rewatching Loki the other day and got this idea. For the sake of it, MC is female here.
So, a huge war went down between the realms, resulting in the death of most involved in it. It could be for any or numerous reasons. The Devildom is in shambles, its citizens disoriented…for their reality as they knew it had been completely destroyed.
The Avatars are dead.
The Future King is dead, and so it the Queen.
The sole survivors of the massacre are Barbatos and the heir to the throne. Diavolo and MC’s child.
But they are both missing. Michael had overturned every stone in Devildom looking for them, but all in vain. He stands in the center of the destroyed throne room, clutching his spear in a death grip as he glares holes into the floor. He has finally done it, gone past the point of no return all for the sake of following Father’s will. He has killed and gotten his own brothers killed, young and bright angels whom he had raised with the very hands that were now covered in their blood. He swears this is the last thing he does before he joins them, for no repentance or prayer could save him from this malfeasance.
Meanwhile Barbatos watches over the ongoing war with a glazed over look in his eyes, yet another timeline where his homeland succumbs to a violent end. Roars and pained cries resonate in the air around him, but they all fall on deaf ears. Nothing could inflict pain on him anymore, not after his loved ones perished right in front of his eyes. His chest felt hollow, as if whatever had been sitting inside it had been ripped out. His arms felt heavy, as if a substantial weight were shifting inside them…
A soft coo made him look down into bright champagne irises looking intently up at him.
He forced his lips into a polite smile, one even he knew the little one didn’t buy. “It is time for us to leave, My Lord.”
And that’s how Barbatos raised the youngling so that no one could find them. At the near end of every timeline. At the death of a thousand worlds.
At first, he couldn’t bring himself to look at the child. They resembled something too familiar to him, the pieces of two of his most beloved people put together. Everything about them was a painful memory. Their smile, their laugh, their needs, their hobbies. Even their first word.
He had been cooking in the premises of an abandoned hut for them when he had heard it. He had stumbled out of the kitchen like a madman, frantically looking for the child who had been sitting in the living room with their arms outstretched.
They said it again, with a smile that radiated a warmth brighter than the sun. For a moment he stood there motionless, eons of repressed memories flooding back to him. And then the emotions that hit him knocked the numbness out of him.
He could not remember when the tears rolled down his cheeks or when he scooped them up in his arms and kissed every inch of their face. All he remembered was cradling them gently to sleep, vowing to protect them no matter what the cost.
His Young Master had come back to him.
He had lost him once, he would not lose him again.
to get the new beach mammon ur you’d need to buy 2860 dp.
This factors in daily dp, plus ap costs.
To buy 2860 ap, you’d need to spend $200 USD.
can solmare go easier on us
(Ok I forgot to factor in friend ap and rewards from the event but how much could that really change,)
I was a lil skeptic on ur math so I did it myself and while I did get also get about $200 USD, my calculations wede based on the ASSUMPTION that the player is playing during every waking hour (about 12 hr)
And I mean CONSTANTLY.
I was suprised that u could potentially get 113,256 shells (w/o cheat cards) during the whole event without spending money for more battles. Because by the end of the events I usually have about 100,000. And this is me grinding. Because by the time I need to sleep, I’ve ran out of AP and cannot play the battles anymore.
So while on paper is seems that players would have to spend $200, I feel like the cost is higher since most of us have lives outside of obey me and may miss gaining AP when it fills up our bar, therefore having to buy more than anticipated.
(Math is down there is u wanna take a look at it )
(Could u tell I was the math nerd in high school têhê~)
So yes, players have to pay a shit ton of money for event URs. And it sucks for us F2P players. And as from my other math post, there r a lot of things that are unfair about Obey Me. But we gotta enjoy what we can ya know?
Prompt: That Could Have Gone Better Fandom: Obey Me! feat: Diavolo audience/tags: general, no warnings, F!MC
When Diavolo learned that the demon brothers were going to celebrate Halloween – on the insistence of one human exchange student – and that he was being personally invited, he had all but flung himself at the project.
As a matter of fact, he arrived fifteen minutes after said exchange student had sent the text to inform him, brimming with ideas on how to help. But before Diavolo could offer his varying and very detailed suggestions on how to make this year’s celebrations special, Lucifer had blocked him at the entrance hall with a raised a hand.
“You’re not helping with preparations.”
“W-what?” Diavolo sputtered. “But why?”
“You know why.” Lucifer scowled. “I can practically hear the gears spinning in your head.” Lucifer continued, glaring at Barbatos who already had his notebook out to take notes – and at Tama who had very quickly tucked her phone into her pocket.
“I told you to invite him on the day.”
“We wouldn’t have been able to keep it secret.” Tama looked sheepish.
Lucifer sighed deeply, then turned his attention back to Diavolo. “You’re invited to come and enjoy the party tomorrow night. Not commandeer it into excess.”
“I promise to keep to my task.” Diavolo said.
“No, you won’t and we all four know it.”
“But, Lucifer…” Diavolo began to whine.
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am not falling again for that little – !”
“Diavolo can help with my pumpkin carving…?” Tama broached in a small voice.
“What?” Diavolo asked, looking at her.
“What?” Lucifer asked at the same time. Or, threatened. It was hard to tell.
“Uhmm…” Tama put a hand on the back of her neck. “Well, look. Diavolo’s here now –“
“And whose fault is that?” Lucifer snapped.
“ – so he might as well help. We need two jack o’lanterns for each of us and that’s,” Tama counted for a moment, “twenty six pumpkins and just me. Extra pair of hands and all that.”
“Wasn’t Mammon supposed to help you?”
Tama shrugged.
Lucifer looked as if he would have a stroke. “Fine!” He finally said, raising his hands in defeat. “Fine.But no surprises.” He said, turning to Diavolo, pointing a finger at the Prince as only the Avatar of Pride could. “No calling in specialpumpkins. No growing them. No magic. Absolutely no asking the witches for help. We keep this as close to human tradition as possible.”
“Gotcha.” Tama saluted.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the human, and looked as if he would have said something more but something shattered somewhere in House followed by angry yelling. If Lucifer had looked stressed before, now he was nothing but livid. Diavolo could see the horns already poking out of his head.
“I’ll lend Barbatos to help you clean up.” He offered.
“I appreciate it.”
As the Eldest brother stormed out of the main hall looking ready for war, with Barbatos close behind, Diavolo turned to Tama with a wide grin. “I have never carved pumpkins before.”
She answered with a grin of her own. “Then it’ll be an honor to show the Devildom Prince the ropes.”
*
Tama explained the tradition of pumpkin carving to him as they entered the shed where they’d been stored, how it had started as a kind of protective ward during Hallow’s Eve, and that it was not really particularly pumpkins back then. That several decades past, it was necessary to have these jack o’lanterns outside one’s house to ward off evil spirits, how some houses only had one pumpkin for the family, while others had them by the dozens. And how eventually, the stories became less about protection and more about celebration and festivity.
And that despite more modern times and the fact that pumpkins were available all the time in the mortal realm, humans still engaged in the art beginning only a few days prior to Hallow’s Eve, and not any time sooner. There was no mystical reason behind it, although Tama wasn’t entirely sure given its origins, but hers were more practical.
The pumpkins were not meant to last. Some up to two weeks if the weather was forgiving. So to make sure that the pumpkins were still decorative and not, well, rotting, the timing had to be right.
“Which is why we’re only carving them up now.” Tama held up one pumpkin she had started on, two cut out eyes already formed. “Well, aside from school assignments. But scooping them out is taking longer than expected.”
“You make them hollow?” asked Diavolo.
“Usually,” answered Tama. “We put a light inside to help with the spooky vibes. Some don’t though, so it’s really up to you.”
Tama showed him how to open a pumpkin and how to carve them, pulling up a video on DevilTube to better show Diavolo, and adding explanations along. Then, they went through several websites showing different finished carvings.
Diavolo drank it all in. The jack o’lanterns ranged from simple facial expressions to unique silhouettes. Some looked as if they were chiseled from stone, others were like paintings on canvas. Tama had a particular favorite, a night sky similar to one painted by a famous human artist.
Contests to test the skill of pumpkin carvers was also quite popular in the human world. People would bring with them their best work and were judged for their creativity, how fast they could cut out particular shapes and in varying sizes.
“Have you ever won any?” Diavolo inquired.
Tama laughed. “I can dice them up real quick but no, never. I’m not creative enough.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
Tama smiled, a little shyly at that.
Diavolo pointed at her half-carved pumpkin, feigning a frown. “Terrifying.”
“Stop that.” Tama laughed, batting him on the arm. “Look, we can start by picking out from the crate which ones are good. And then we can carve them up, okay?”
“Of course.” Diavolo eagerly picked out one from the rest.
To be completely honest, Diavolo had expected Lucifer to try and prevent him from helping. He had braced himself for the disappointment, or at least being relegated to some kind of superfluous duty he was definitely going to go over-the-top on anyway. So being able to actually help was more than he could ask for.
Doing it with Tama – he barely allowed himself to imagine it.
And yet here they were.
*
However, the pumpkins were proving to be more challenging than he had thought.
The problem was that they were delicate. Or at least, in a Diavolo’s hands they were like eggshells. Diavolo had never thought himself physically strong but the pumpkins seemed brittle in his hands. The first one he had tested to see if it were sturdy enough for carving had been smashed to smithereens with a single push. The second, he had cut open wrong when he made an indent with a knife. The third – well, at that time Diavolo had been a little bit more frustrated than he cared to admit.
By the time he felt like he’d gotten a hang of it, Tama had already carved three, wicked grins seemingly mocking him for his shocking lack of talent.
“It doesn’t have to be perfect.” Tama said, looking over at his work. “I see a grin. You’re getting there.”
“Not a grimace?” Diavolo turned his pumpkin left, then right. “It looks like its crying.”
“Well, like I said, we can carve out all kinds of face – happy faces, scary faces, surprised – the whole range. You could try shapes – remember that one we saw with a lot of tiny stars. It looked really nice lit up.”
Diavolo doubted he could manage to finish. “I’m going to be the first abstract pumpkin artist at this rate.”
Tama giggled, and some frustration in Diavolo lifted a little. “Maybe try something you’re used to drawing?” She suggested. “Something you can draw blindfolded. That way, your wrist won’t be so stiff.”
Diavolo opened his mouth. Then closed it. There was no way Tama knew about his sketchbooks now, right?
Tama grinned then and Diavolo thought his heart would stop – was that a knowing smile? But instead, she simply said, “I can swap mine with yours and tell everyone – ”
Tama’s phone began to ring, interrupting her.
“Tama!” Asmodeous voice was shrill, panicked over the phone, and Tama had to hold the it away from her ear in a grimace. “You have to come save me! Levi and Mammon are fighting again!”
“Asmo, I’m in the middle of pumpkin carving? You know, that task I bailed you out on?”
Diavolo’s brows rose up. Thank Devil for that, then.
“But they’re gonna destroy the cake!” Asmo wailed.
“And where’s Lucifer?”
“That’sexactlywhy you need to come here! He’s officiating the match!!”
Tama sighed deeply and seemed to age a thousand years. She glanced back at him. “Can’t someone else –?”
A loud crashing noise blared from the phone, followed quickly by an ominous cackle that could only mean Leviathan summoning his pet snake.
“Dammit,” Tama cursed under her breath. “Just one afternoon for me, and they couldn’t…”
Diavolo smiled with what he hoped looked like encouragement, patting her on the shoulder. “Better see what’s up.”
“I’ll be right back.” Tama said. “Promise.”
“Go ahead.” He heard himself say but she was not even past the door and he missed her already.
*
Give Diavolo a task and it was a guarantee he would accomplish it with a flourish.
A two page essay? He’d submit three. An art project? He’d finish a mural. A five minute presentation on a certain topic? He’d be ready with a dissertation.
Just last month, a minor demon lord in his father’s borders had decided to, on a whim, visit the castle with barely any advance notice. Anyone else would have scrambled to make do (or have the minor lord punished for indiscretion) but such last minute scampering (and threats) was simply not in Diavolo’s style. By the time the demon lord had arrived, the entire castle had been prepped as if the lord was expected months in advance. Diavolo had even managed to have the lord’s favorite flowers shipped. No expense was spared. And, he personally escorted the lord around Devildom himself.
So he was not going to let some human vegetable get the better of him. Especially not when Tama had been the one to teach him. It was a good thing that Lucifer had ordered an entire crate of the damn things. Diavolo still had a few more tries left.
Tama had said to try to carve something that he was used to doodling, something that he knew he could draw with his eyes closed. Well, there was only one subject he had been obsessing over the last couple of months, something he knew how to draw like the back of his hand.
He was going to make sure he’d have at least onegood pumpkin to him.
Diavolo tried to mimic how Tama had done it, tried to keep his hand steady but light, to keep the knife at an angle, to make sure he did not press too hard, or switch too soon. As he continued to work, he thought that pumpkin carvers should be proud of themselves for doing such delicate but laborious work. How many people had the patience to do all of this, really? Demons certainly didn’t. And at the thought, he wondered vaguely if Lucifer had made him promise to do this without magic just so he could be kept out of the way.
Well, it did keep him and Tama together… except at the moment she –
“I’m back!” Tama opened the door and Diavolo almost punched through another pumpkin in surprise. “Sorry, it took a bit longer. Asmo needed some help on – Oh! What are you carving now?”
Diavolo had been too relieved to have her back to remember to hide the abomination in his hands. He looked down at the pumpkin and considered destroying it. “It’s…”
“Let me see?” Tama was already closer, had already taken hold of the pumpkin and was turning the pumpkin this way and that, frowning. “Is this supposed to be… me?”
Diavolo licked his lips before pressing them together. “That could have gone better.” Diavolo finally admitted.
“Are you kidding me? This is thebest!” Tama pulls her head back laughing. “You even put in my dimples!”
“Tried to, honestly.” Diavolo was starting to sweat now. He wanted the earth to swallow him alive. Except he was already in Hell. So, he scratched at his cheek instead. “Look, Tama. You don’t have to… It’s horrible.”
“None of that, now.” She shushed him, a finger pressed to his lips. “I love it. It’s my spitting image.”
Diavolo seriously doubted it was and would have doubted her statement, if he did not already know the genuineness of her smile, how her eyes looked when they truly sparkled with laughter. They were shining now, holding the pumpkin up near her face. “I’m going to show everyone!”
Very little could leave the Prince of Hell speechless. A sudden diplomatic incident with Heaven, maybe. Super spicy devil cheeseburgers. Scarfing down too many of Luke’s macarons too fast and quite literally, choking on hubris.
Diavolo was thankful Tama was already turning away and shouting for the demon brothers to show the horrible mangled pumpkin off. He didn’t have to exert too much willpower to hurry his brain along when all it could focus on was her smile, the feel of her finger on his lips.
And how it simply robbed him of rational thought and filled him with such genuine warmth.
Prompt: That Could Have Gone Better Fandom: Obey Me! feat: Diavolo audience/tags: general, no warnings, F!MC
When Diavolo learned that the demon brothers were going to celebrate Halloween – on the insistence of one human exchange student – and that he was being personally invited, he had all but flung himself at the project.
As a matter of fact, he arrived fifteen minutes after said exchange student had sent the text to inform him, brimming with ideas on how to help. But before Diavolo could offer his varying and very detailed suggestions on how to make this year’s celebrations special, Lucifer had blocked him at the entrance hall with a raised a hand.
“You’re not helping with preparations.”
“W-what?” Diavolo sputtered. “But why?”
“You know why.” Lucifer scowled. “I can practically hear the gears spinning in your head.” Lucifer continued, glaring at Barbatos who already had his notebook out to take notes – and at Tama who had very quickly tucked her phone into her pocket.
“I told you to invite him on the day.”
“We wouldn’t have been able to keep it secret.” Tama looked sheepish.
Lucifer sighed deeply, then turned his attention back to Diavolo. “You’re invited to come and enjoy the party tomorrow night. Not commandeer it into excess.”
“I promise to keep to my task.” Diavolo said.
“No, you won’t and we all four know it.”
“But, Lucifer…” Diavolo began to whine.
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. “I am not falling again for that little – !”
“Diavolo can help with my pumpkin carving…?” Tama broached in a small voice.
“What?” Diavolo asked, looking at her.
“What?” Lucifer asked at the same time. Or, threatened. It was hard to tell.
“Uhmm…” Tama put a hand on the back of her neck. “Well, look. Diavolo’s here now –“
“And whose fault is that?” Lucifer snapped.
“ – so he might as well help. We need two jack o’lanterns for each of us and that’s,” Tama counted for a moment, “twenty six pumpkins and just me. Extra pair of hands and all that.”
“Wasn’t Mammon supposed to help you?”
Tama shrugged.
Lucifer looked as if he would have a stroke. “Fine!” He finally said, raising his hands in defeat. “Fine.But no surprises.” He said, turning to Diavolo, pointing a finger at the Prince as only the Avatar of Pride could. “No calling in specialpumpkins. No growing them. No magic. Absolutely no asking the witches for help. We keep this as close to human tradition as possible.”
“Gotcha.” Tama saluted.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the human, and looked as if he would have said something more but something shattered somewhere in House followed by angry yelling. If Lucifer had looked stressed before, now he was nothing but livid. Diavolo could see the horns already poking out of his head.
“I’ll lend Barbatos to help you clean up.” He offered.
“I appreciate it.”
As the Eldest brother stormed out of the main hall looking ready for war, with Barbatos close behind, Diavolo turned to Tama with a wide grin. “I have never carved pumpkins before.”
She answered with a grin of her own. “Then it’ll be an honor to show the Devildom Prince the ropes.”
*
Tama explained the tradition of pumpkin carving to him as they entered the shed where they’d been stored, how it had started as a kind of protective ward during Hallow’s Eve, and that it was not really particularly pumpkins back then. That several decades past, it was necessary to have these jack o’lanterns outside one’s house to ward off evil spirits, how some houses only had one pumpkin for the family, while others had them by the dozens. And how eventually, the stories became less about protection and more about celebration and festivity.
And that despite more modern times and the fact that pumpkins were available all the time in the mortal realm, humans still engaged in the art beginning only a few days prior to Hallow’s Eve, and not any time sooner. There was no mystical reason behind it, although Tama wasn’t entirely sure given its origins, but hers were more practical.
The pumpkins were not meant to last. Some up to two weeks if the weather was forgiving. So to make sure that the pumpkins were still decorative and not, well, rotting, the timing had to be right.
“Which is why we’re only carving them up now.” Tama held up one pumpkin she had started on, two cut out eyes already formed. “Well, aside from school assignments. But scooping them out is taking longer than expected.”
“You make them hollow?” asked Diavolo.
“Usually,” answered Tama. “We put a light inside to help with the spooky vibes. Some don’t though, so it’s really up to you.”
Tama showed him how to open a pumpkin and how to carve them, pulling up a video on DevilTube to better show Diavolo, and adding explanations along. Then, they went through several websites showing different finished carvings.
Diavolo drank it all in. The jack o’lanterns ranged from simple facial expressions to unique silhouettes. Some looked as if they were chiseled from stone, others were like paintings on canvas. Tama had a particular favorite, a night sky similar to one painted by a famous human artist.
Contests to test the skill of pumpkin carvers was also quite popular in the human world. People would bring with them their best work and were judged for their creativity, how fast they could cut out particular shapes and in varying sizes.
“Have you ever won any?” Diavolo inquired.
Tama laughed. “I can dice them up real quick but no, never. I’m not creative enough.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
Tama smiled, a little shyly at that.
Diavolo pointed at her half-carved pumpkin, feigning a frown. “Terrifying.”
“Stop that.” Tama laughed, batting him on the arm. “Look, we can start by picking out from the crate which ones are good. And then we can carve them up, okay?”
“Of course.” Diavolo eagerly picked out one from the rest.
To be completely honest, Diavolo had expected Lucifer to try and prevent him from helping. He had braced himself for the disappointment, or at least being relegated to some kind of superfluous duty he was definitely going to go over-the-top on anyway. So being able to actually help was more than he could ask for.
Doing it with Tama – he barely allowed himself to imagine it.
And yet here they were.
*
However, the pumpkins were proving to be more challenging than he had thought.
The problem was that they were delicate. Or at least, in a Diavolo’s hands they were like eggshells. Diavolo had never thought himself physically strong but the pumpkins seemed brittle in his hands. The first one he had tested to see if it were sturdy enough for carving had been smashed to smithereens with a single push. The second, he had cut open wrong when he made an indent with a knife. The third – well, at that time Diavolo had been a little bit more frustrated than he cared to admit.
By the time he felt like he’d gotten a hang of it, Tama had already carved three, wicked grins seemingly mocking him for his shocking lack of talent.
“It doesn’t have to be perfect.” Tama said, looking over at his work. “I see a grin. You’re getting there.”
“Not a grimace?” Diavolo turned his pumpkin left, then right. “It looks like its crying.”
“Well, like I said, we can carve out all kinds of face – happy faces, scary faces, surprised – the whole range. You could try shapes – remember that one we saw with a lot of tiny stars. It looked really nice lit up.”
Diavolo doubted he could manage to finish. “I’m going to be the first abstract pumpkin artist at this rate.”
Tama giggled, and some frustration in Diavolo lifted a little. “Maybe try something you’re used to drawing?” She suggested. “Something you can draw blindfolded. That way, your wrist won’t be so stiff.”
Diavolo opened his mouth. Then closed it. There was no way Tama knew about his sketchbooks now, right?
Tama grinned then and Diavolo thought his heart would stop – was that a knowing smile? But instead, she simply said, “I can swap mine with yours and tell everyone – ”
Tama’s phone began to ring, interrupting her.
“Tama!” Asmodeous voice was shrill, panicked over the phone, and Tama had to hold the it away from her ear in a grimace. “You have to come save me! Levi and Mammon are fighting again!”
“Asmo, I’m in the middle of pumpkin carving? You know, that task I bailed you out on?”
Diavolo’s brows rose up. Thank Devil for that, then.
“But they’re gonna destroy the cake!” Asmo wailed.
“And where’s Lucifer?”
“That’sexactlywhy you need to come here! He’s officiating the match!!”
Tama sighed deeply and seemed to age a thousand years. She glanced back at him. “Can’t someone else –?”
A loud crashing noise blared from the phone, followed quickly by an ominous cackle that could only mean Leviathan summoning his pet snake.
“Dammit,” Tama cursed under her breath. “Just one afternoon for me, and they couldn’t…”
Diavolo smiled with what he hoped looked like encouragement, patting her on the shoulder. “Better see what’s up.”
“I’ll be right back.” Tama said. “Promise.”
“Go ahead.” He heard himself say but she was not even past the door and he missed her already.
*
Give Diavolo a task and it was a guarantee he would accomplish it with a flourish.
A two page essay? He’d submit three. An art project? He’d finish a mural. A five minute presentation on a certain topic? He’d be ready with a dissertation.
Just last month, a minor demon lord in his father’s borders had decided to, on a whim, visit the castle with barely any advance notice. Anyone else would have scrambled to make do (or have the minor lord punished for indiscretion) but such last minute scampering (and threats) was simply not in Diavolo’s style. By the time the demon lord had arrived, the entire castle had been prepped as if the lord was expected months in advance. Diavolo had even managed to have the lord’s favorite flowers shipped. No expense was spared. And, he personally escorted the lord around Devildom himself.
So he was not going to let some human vegetable get the better of him. Especially not when Tama had been the one to teach him. It was a good thing that Lucifer had ordered an entire crate of the damn things. Diavolo still had a few more tries left.
Tama had said to try to carve something that he was used to doodling, something that he knew he could draw with his eyes closed. Well, there was only one subject he had been obsessing over the last couple of months, something he knew how to draw like the back of his hand.
He was going to make sure he’d have at least onegood pumpkin to him.
Diavolo tried to mimic how Tama had done it, tried to keep his hand steady but light, to keep the knife at an angle, to make sure he did not press too hard, or switch too soon. As he continued to work, he thought that pumpkin carvers should be proud of themselves for doing such delicate but laborious work. How many people had the patience to do all of this, really? Demons certainly didn’t. And at the thought, he wondered vaguely if Lucifer had made him promise to do this without magic just so he could be kept out of the way.
Well, it did keep him and Tama together… except at the moment she –
“I’m back!” Tama opened the door and Diavolo almost punched through another pumpkin in surprise. “Sorry, it took a bit longer. Asmo needed some help on – Oh! What are you carving now?”
Diavolo had been too relieved to have her back to remember to hide the abomination in his hands. He looked down at the pumpkin and considered destroying it. “It’s…”
“Let me see?” Tama was already closer, had already taken hold of the pumpkin and was turning the pumpkin this way and that, frowning. “Is this supposed to be… me?”
Diavolo licked his lips before pressing them together. “That could have gone better.” Diavolo finally admitted.
“Are you kidding me? This is thebest!” Tama pulls her head back laughing. “You even put in my dimples!”
“Tried to, honestly.” Diavolo was starting to sweat now. He wanted the earth to swallow him alive. Except he was already in Hell. So, he scratched at his cheek instead. “Look, Tama. You don’t have to… It’s horrible.”
“None of that, now.” She shushed him, a finger pressed to his lips. “I love it. It’s my spitting image.”
Diavolo seriously doubted it was and would have doubted her statement, if he did not already know the genuineness of her smile, how her eyes looked when they truly sparkled with laughter. They were shining now, holding the pumpkin up near her face. “I’m going to show everyone!”
Very little could leave the Prince of Hell speechless. A sudden diplomatic incident with Heaven, maybe. Super spicy devil cheeseburgers. Scarfing down too many of Luke’s macarons too fast and quite literally, choking on hubris.
Diavolo was thankful Tama was already turning away and shouting for the demon brothers to show the horrible mangled pumpkin off. He didn’t have to exert too much willpower to hurry his brain along when all it could focus on was her smile, the feel of her finger on his lips.
And how it simply robbed him of rational thought and filled him with such genuine warmth.
In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, here are some cute little moments between MC/you and each of the boys (minus Luke) using sentence startersby@myfriendthedictionary. Enjoy!!
Lucifer
“You want your usual, right?”
Lucifer glanced up from his paperwork to lock eyes with MC after hearing their question, a hint of surprise flashing briefly over his features. “And you know what that is?”
“Of course,” they replied with a grin. “I’ve seen you have it enough times to figure it out. I’ll make it just the way you like it, too.”
He gazed at their figure in the doorway of his study. The candlelight seemed to shine on them in a way that made them appear even more radiant in his vision than they normally did. No, perhaps it was the fact that they took the time to memorize these tiny details about him, such as his favorite drink to have while he’s working, that enhanced his view of them in this moment. Falling for a human was shocking enough, but falling more in love with them every day? The eldest demon brother wasn’t sure how they managed to do this to him. Even so, it was a strange phenomena that he couldn’t ignore any longer. He may as well accept it.
“Very well,” Lucifer said, a smile tugging at his lips as he refocused on the documents on his desk. “I look forward to it.”
Mammon
“This really isn’t going how I practiced it.”
It was meant to be said in his head, but Mammon ended up muttering the words aloud in front of MC. He was trying to properly convey his feelings for them without deflecting or stumbling over himself, but the exact opposite was happening. How many times had this happened now? Why couldn’t he just say what he really thought? Despite how much he motivated himself and the time he spent making sure he’d do it right, he always got tongue-tied the moment MC was in front of him.
“Practiced?” MC repeated curiously, causing Mammon’s face to flush a darker shade of red.
“F-Forget ya heard that!” he demanded.
“But–”
“Seriously, don’t get the wrong idea! It’s not like I needed to practice tellin’ ya how much I like ya or anything! I can tell ya how amazin’, intelligent, attractive, funny, and important ya are to me just fine without going over it for hours in front of a mirror, got it?!”
MC bit back the giddy grin that threatened to form on their face in favor of taking Mammon’s hands in theirs. “You sure can. Thank you, Mammon.”
Leviathan
“Would you maybe want to… I don’t know… do this again, sometime?”
Leviathan’s question came out hesitantly, his fingers fidgeting with the plastic bag in his hand. He never imagined that MC would actually agree to go to an anime convention with him, and yet they had. The two of them spent the whole day there, and Levi had a blast getting to experience something he loved with the one he loved. It was a wonderful combination of his favorite things! However, did MC enjoy it as much as he did? He wasn’t sure, already overthinking everything they had said and done during the convention.
“I’d love to,” MC responded without missing a beat.
“R-Really?” Levi asked, worried he may have misheard somehow. “You didn’t hate it?”
They shook their head. “Some of the stuff there was pretty cool. Plus, I liked seeing you look so happy and comfortable in your element. Make sure to let me know when the next one is, okay?”
Tears pricked at the corners of Levi’s eyes, overwhelmed with joy by MC’s answer. “I-I will! And, um, if there’s any place you really want to go to, let me know! Even if we’re surrounded by normies and extroverts, I’ll still go! B-Because I… I want to see you happy, too!”
Satan
“They say not to touch the artwork, but I have to ask… can I hold your hand?”
Satan’s grin widened as he observed MC’s reaction to his sudden flirty remark. He had invited them on a date to an art museum since both of them were curious about how the creative works in the Devildom and human world differed from each other. With the way it was going, it seemed more like an educational field trip than a date, prompting Satan to change his approach to the day’s activity. He was pleased with himself for having caught the human off-guard when he leaned in front of their line of sight to softly ask for their hand.
“Wh-Where did that come from?” MC inquired, playful nudging him away in an attempt to hide their blush.
Satan laughed lightly at their embarrassment. “What do you mean? We are on a date, aren’t we? Isn’t it natural that I’d want to hold my lovely partner’s hand? Besides, you’ve been looking at this piece for so long, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot I was here.”
Now it was MC’s turn to laugh, the familiar sound bringing a gentle warmth to the demon’s chest. Once they placed their hand in his, the two never separated for the remainder of the date.
Asmodeus
“You always look beautiful to me.”
Asmodeus delicately lifted MC’s chin up so they could see that his expression matched the sincerity of his words. The two of them had gone out shopping for new clothes, and Asmo had suggested a variety of things for MC to try on in the dressing room. With each outfit they came out to present, Asmo gushed over them, showering them with adoration. However, when MC viewed their appearance in the mirror, nothing seemed to look right on them, and they ended up expressing this concern to Asmo when he noticed they weren’t acting like their usual self. They stared at their feet as they spoke, unable to face him from how they felt about themself in that moment. They weren’t expecting his remark or the way he brought their gaze up to rest on him.
“Even now, there’s a certain beauty in the sadness you’re showing,” Asmo continued, his hand moving to cradle their jaw while his thumb tenderly stroked their cheek. “No matter how you’re dressed or how you’re feeling, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, MC. And I’ll always see you that way.”
MC reached their hand up to place it over the hand he kept on their face. “Thank you, Asmo.”
“No need to thank me. I’m just telling you the truth. I’ll remind you as much as you need me to until you believe it, too–and even long afterwards, okay?”
Beelzebub
“What do you mean you burnt the popcorn?”
Beelzebub rubbed the back of his hand in guilt when MC discovered the blackened kernels that were supposed to be part of their movie night snacks. He hadn’t meant for it to happen. MC had tasked him with watching over the popcorn heating on the HoL kitchen’s flaming stove top while they were putting the finishing touches on the sweet treats they had made. Beel’s focus had drifted from the popping kernels to MC’s figure, working diligently on the other side of the kitchen. Not even the wafting smells from the food around him could peel his eyes away from the human. As a result, he hadn’t noticed the popcorn burning until it was too late.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized with an expression rivaling that of a kicked puppy. “I just wanted to see what you were adding to the treats, but I ended up staring at you instead. I like how you look when you’re focused on something, and then I started thinking about how great those treats are going to taste because you’re the one working so hard on them. Everything you make always ends up tasting better than anything I eat at a restaurant or bakery. …Then, before I knew it, the popcorn had been on the stove for too long. I’m really sorry for burning it, MC.”
It was difficult for MC to stay mad at Beel for an honest–and cute–mistake. “It’s all right, Beel. We’ll just pop another batch. I’ll even stay with you to watch over it this time.”
That was all it took for Beel’s wide grin to return. Still, after disposing of the burnt popcorn into his mouth, he couldn’t keep his loving gaze off the human beside him as the new batch of kernels popped on the stove.
Belphegor
“Nope! Not moving. Too comfy!”
That’s what I should be saying, Belphegor thought bitterly to himself after MC vocally refused to remove themself from his chest. The two of them had been studying for a while in MC’s room when Belphegor suggested they take a nap break. No amount of pouting or whining could pull MC away from their notes, so he reluctantly plopped himself on their bed, all alone. Well, that is, until he tricked them to come over because of a “hilarious picture Beel sent.” Once they were near, he pulled them down onto the bed with him and claimed that they had to take a break now with him since they were already there. As revenge for duping them, MC managed to situate themself to lay on his chest, which was one of his lesser preferred napping positions. Belphie wanted to be more upset, but he was actually kind of impressed they got the better of him. Still, that didn’t prevent him from complaining for a bit until he was too tired to do so anymore.
“Fine, I guess you can stay there then,” he conceded.
MC giggled triumphantly while snuggling closer to him. “Good! It’s rare that I get to rest on your chest like this. It’s nice.” They sighed in contentment as their eyes drooped shut.
Belphie wrapped an arm around them before following suit. When he thought about it, it really didn’t matter how his body was positioned when he slept with MC. He was satisfied just having them by his side. If it meant that the human he cared deeply for would stay with him and enjoy his company more, then he supposed he could let them lay on his chest more often.
Diavolo
“Oh, hello again!”
Diavolo greeted MC once more with a bright smile that stretched from ear to ear after bumping into them for the umpteenth time that day at RAD. What might have seemed like strange coincidences to MC were entirely intentional on the prince’s part. He had been wanting to see them more, but his duties typically kept him busy and farther away from the human whenever he wasn’t at RAD. So, he decided to find them every chance he got between classes that day in order to spend some time with them. As nice as these short interactions were, there was one last part to his plan that he was looking forward to the most, and since the school day had just ended, it was finally time to carry it out.
“Are you headed anywhere before returning home, MC?” Diavolo inquired.
“No,” they answered with a slight shake of their head. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, they have a new live show at the aquarium featuring Black Dolphins and Devilkiller Sharks. It’s said to be an exciting experience you’ll never forget! I’ve been wanting to see it since it was first announced, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”
“Sure, sounds like fun!”
Diavolo beamed at their enthusiastic response. “Excellent! I’m so glad I’ll get to enjoy it with you. Ah, one other thing. It may run a bit late, so allow me to treat you to dinner as well afterward. …Perhaps we can call this a date, then?”
Barbatos
“Yeah, I somehow don’t think this was how the recipe was supposed to turn out…”
MC’s comment brought Barbatos’s attention to the deflated cake that they had recently taken out of the oven. MC wanted to recreate one of the cakes they saw at Madam Scream’s, and when they had asked Barbatos if he knew the recipe for it, he had instead voluntarily offered his assistance in making the dessert. Lately, he had been making more of a conscious effort to engage in activities with them outside of his usual responsibilities, and since it wasn’t often they got to be alone with the ever-busy royal butler, they readily accepted his help. Although, with the way the cake looked right then, they wondered if their baking skills with Devildom desserts were beyond even Barbatos’s help…
“Actually, this is how it’s supposed to look after being baked,” Barbatos explained reassuringly. “There’s one more ingredient we need to add while it’s still hot in order for it to take its proper shape. I prepared it before you arrived.”
He brought over a heart-shaped chocolate and dropped it within the opening the unique baking pan created in the middle of the cake. The candy quickly began to melt within the cake, causing it to rise until the chocolate completely filled the inside of it and oozed slightly out of the top.
“Whoa, how’d you do that?” MC questioned him, amazed by the magical sight.
“The recipe calls for a special kind of chocolate that can only be made by someone who has overflowing feelings for another.” Barbatos turned his head to make eye contact with them, a tender smile gracing his features. “So, you could say I simply filled our cake with love.”
Simeon
“There’s nothing that could keep me from coming back to you. Nothing.”
MC stared back at Simeon in awe after he finished reading aloud the draft of the latest chapter in his manuscript. The angel author had invited them over to his room at Purgatory Hall to receive their input on a new story he’d been working on. He had been mulling over a pivotal scene between the two main characters for so long that every rewrite he did seemed worse than the previous version. MC noticed how absent-minded he was during one class at RAD, so when they had asked if something was wrong, he decided to seek their outside perspective on his writing. He must’ve done something right in the draft he read to them, considering they even started clapping once they recovered from their initial astonished reaction.
“That was amazing!” MC praised. “I felt like I was right there in the scene!”
“You did?” Simeon questioned them, a feeling of shock overtaking his bashfulness from their feedback. “How so, if you don’t mind telling me?”
“Your descriptions were so detailed I could picture exactly what the area looked like. And I could feel the tension in the air and the physical and emotional pain the characters were going through… You know, I actually lost myself for a bit. Like, I thought I was the love interest for a while there and you were the protagonist. …Is that weird?”
Simeon gazed back at them with a warmth that resonated in their chest. “Not at all. I’d say you understood the characters quite well.”
Solomon
“Remind me why I love you, again?”
That was the first thing MC said when they saw the state Solomon was in after he had asked them to come over to Purgatory Hall and help him with a “small problem” he was having. He had been experimenting with Hell Jasmines to see if he could alter the effects its aroma had on demons, which resulted in him creating a scent that drove every cat within a 10 mile radius into the building. Simeon and Luke were out running errands, so he knew he needed to get this mess solved before they returned (if they even could among the sea of cats). And who better to call on for aid than his beloved fellow human?
“Ah…” Solomon trailed off while a cat leapt onto his shoulder to nuzzle the side of his head. “Because I’m a witty sorcerer who teaches you magic, cooks for you, and would do anything you ask? And…I love and appreciate you above all else?”
“That was almost correct,” MC noted, stepping around the swarming felines to reach where he was trapped by a group of them.
“Almost? What did I miss?”
“We can worry about that later. For now, I’ll keep the cats off you so that you can stop whatever is causing this.”
MC: Lord Diavolo, I’d like to request a day off for Barbatos. In exchange, I’d be your butler for the whole day while he’s gone.
Diavolo: That’s awfully kind of you, MC. I’m sure Barbatos would be delighted to hear how much you care for him. However, the tasks he completes each day might be a bit much for you alone–
MC: What if Lucifer was your butler, too?
Diavolo: !
Diavolo: Which day would you two like to cover for Barbatos?
