You enter a blind folded cake decorating contest. One of you has their hands tied behind their back but can see the table. The other is seated behind them with their arms in front of the other. The one that is not blindfolded has to guide the other in decorating the cake in front of them. Whichever teams cake looks the best wins.
Warning: Angst
Lucifer
He’s going to be guiding you
He’s a perfectionist so except exact directions to ingredients
He won’t tolerate a mess
But might chuckle internally at you struggling to keep things neat
You win of course
Later is a bit disappointed that you two didn’t play around more during the contest.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
Satan frowned in confusion as he glanced between you and the cat. You had gone completely still. Your eyes were wide in complete disbelief as, much to Satan’s horror, tears began to line them. The cat on the other hand stared straight back at you, equally as still, only breaking eye contact to glance over at Satan with a mistrusting squint.
“O-Oliver?” You choked, and the cat’s ears perked right back up as it turned its attention back to you. As though responding to your call, he let out a soft mewl and rose onto all fours.
Satan watched in equal parts bewilderment and fascination as you ever so slowly kneeled close to the ground and stuck out your hand. “Ollie. Oliver. Hi,” you breathed. “Hi baby. Come here. What are you doing out here, huh?”
The cat meowed again, louder this time, taking a small step back as he glanced at Satan. Your breath caught as panic filled your face for a split moment as you took a step closer to the creature. “Hey, it’s alright. That’s just Satan,” you replied as though you could perfectly understand what the cat had sad. “He won’t hurt you. I promise, baby. J-Just come here. Come here, p-please.”
Satan had never heard you sound both relieved and happy and so incredibly heartbroken.
And then, with one final glare over to the blond, the cat slowly and cautiously approached you. You froze, holding your breath, until it gently nuzzled its head against your hand.
Both you and the cat seemed to melt at the contact.
Your shoulders shook with repressed sobs as you quietly ran your fingers through its long, grey and white fur with one hand and covered your mouth with the other.
Now Satan was truly and genuinely concerned.
He carefully placed a hand on your shoulder, allowing his thumb to rub small circles into your shoulder. “MC… Do you know this cat?”
You hiccupped as you nodded and began to scratch the under the cat’s chin — which the animal eagerly leaned into. “This is Oliver. H-He, oh god, He was my cat,” your lip wobbled as you looked up at Satan in pure, desperate, loss — Satan felt his heart crumble at the sight. “He died last year. I-It was really sudden and unexpected. I d-don’t understand. How is he- It shouldn’t be possible for me to pet him right now,” Oliver butted his head against your knuckles, as though reminding you of the reality of his presence — the action only moved to draw a sob from you.
Satan smiled sadly at the sight. “Ah, I understand. Well, MC, you know how you humans tend to call cats ‘little demons’ or 'the embodiment of Satan?’” He questioned.
You sniffled as you narrowed your eyebrows at him. “Y-You’re joking.”
The demon laughed, causing the cat to flinch back a bit. “I’m afraid not. While they aren’t remotely demonic while on earth, they do come down here to enjoy the chaos of the Devildom in their afterlife. It’s why we have so many strays.”
You squeezed your eyes shut as the hand you were petting with gently clenched around the fur on the back of his head. “S-So this … This is actually him?”
You cried when Satan nodded in response. He watched quietly, his heart both clenching at the sight of you mourning, and warming at the sound of the purrs that Oliver was releasing.
Once your eyes were red and puffy and your chest ached from sobbing, you massaged the tip of one of his ears and finallysmiled. “I can’t believe it’s really him,” Oliver lifted his white chin, seeking the comfort of your palm. You were quick to oblige him. “I never thought I’d see him again. I never thought I’d hold him. The last time I held him, h-he was so still and heavy. When … When the vet brought him out to us, he was wrapped in a blanket and they had him on his back, a-a-and I just knew that he wasn’t there anymore, even if they said he was still alive. Ollie hates being o-on his back while being held. He likes know-knowing he can get away if he wants to. I-It was my last time holding him, a-and he wasn’t even there.”
Satan squeezed your shoulder, wishing nothing more than to scoop you into his arms and comfort you. But he saw the way the cat was still eying him with caution. He didn’t want to risk spooking the poor thing.
“He’s here now,” Satan whispered instead. “I know this must hurt, but he’s not going anywhere. He appears to have made himself very comfortable in your lap,” you let out a wet giggle gently kissed the top of Ollie’s head. “If you’d like … We could take him back to the house with us.”
Your grip momentarily tightened around the cat as you looked up at the demon with watery eyes. “R-Really? B-B-But what about-”
“I’ll take care of Lucifer,” Satan reassured gently. “Don’t worry about that. Just focus on getting reunited with your cat. I have all the supplies you’ll need in my room.”
You reached up and grabbed onto Satan’s hand, gripping tightly as tears ran down your cheeks. “Yes. Yes! Th-Thank you so much. You … You have no idea how much this means to me.”
He chuckled and affectionately ruffled your hair. “I think I have an idea.”
***
Lucifer eyed Satan and the empty chair beside him suspiciously as his brothers began to scoop food onto their plates.
The two of you had left earlier that morning for Satan’s usual Saturday morning search for felines. He had heard the door open upon your return, but by the time he made it to the lounge, he could hear the echoing of your bedroom door slamming shut.
Now you were absent, and Satan was smiling. None of these meant good things for him.
Lucifer cleared his throat as he began to cut into the meat on his plate. “Satan, where’s MC?”
The blond’s expression didn’t budge in the slightest as he grabbed a second plate and began to put a portion onto it. “They probably won’t be down tonight. In fact, I’ll be bringing them their meal in a minute.”
The table went quiet as they all turned to Satan — he continued to carry about his business as though nothing was wrong.
Lucifer felt his forehead pulse in annoyance. “What do you mean they won’t be down? Why?”
Satan shrugged and scooped an extra portion of fish onto the plate. “They’re spending time with Oliver.”
What quiet had remained from the last time the Avatar of Wrath opened its mouth was instantly shattered. “WHAT?!” Mammon screeched. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Who the hellis Oliver?”
Levi nodded frantically as he pointed at Mammon in agreement. “A-And why is he in their room?! How are you so calm about this!?”
Lucifer groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Satan,” he growled. “I swear, if I go to their room and there is a fucking cat in there I’m-”
“Going to do absolutely nothing.” Lucifer paused at the deadly cold tone lacing Satan’s tone. He looked up and found himself instantly drowning in vats of boiling acid as his younger brother scowled at him. “They have already been separated for fartoo long. That cat is everythingto them, and they just got him back. If you so much as thinkabout separating them I will rip your arms straight from your corpse and turn them into kitten chow.”
Lucifer would’ve rolled his eyes — he always does whenever Satan gets protective over those stupid little creatures.
But Satan didn’t even blink, his voice never once raised above the icy calm it was now. Goosebumps raised on Lucifer’s arms as he realized that the blond was serious.
Asmodeus seemed to realize this too as he chuckled nervously and wrapped an arm around his brother. “He’s not going to do anything to them. Calm down, you drama queen,” he casually taunted while shooting Lucifer a look that pleaded for him to fix this.
The eldest demon sighed and stood from his chair. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to at least meet the furball first.”
Satan watched him for a moment, assessing the lack of a threat in his brother’s stance before nodding. “Fine. But no actually going in. MC said that Oliver was a rescue when they got him, and is very skittish around everyone except them. So … Just be quiet,” his mouth twitched as he peered over at Lucifer. “You’ll see why the cat gets to stay when we get there.”
As Satan and Lucifer left the room, all the rest of the brothers stood too follow.
The blond lifted a finger to his lips as they reached your door. As quietly as he could, he creaked the door open, revealing what was inside.
You sat on your bed, cheeks tear-stained but a bright smile gracing your lips, with a long-furred cat sitting in “loaf mode” on your lap while you attempted to draw. The keyword being attempted, as Oliver kept sniffing at your pencils and looking up at you and your hands in confusion.
The brothers watched as you let out the purest laugh they’d ever heard and lovingly scratched the top of his head. “Such a big sook, aren’t you baby boy?” you cooed gently as the cat let out loud purrs. Your shoulders slumped in contentment as you stared at the creature in your lap with eyes filled with nothing except pure, unyielding love. “I missed you so much, Ollie,” you whispered so quietly that the brothers could barely hear it. “I missed this. I … I miss our cuddles, even if you do drool a little,” you chuckled as you lightly wiped at his chin. Oliver used the move as an excuse to raise his head and demand more chin scratches. Fondness flooded your expression as you bent down and kissed his head. “I’m so happy your home.”
The cat mewled lightly and curled up onto your lap, causing you to positively melt. You gently wrapped yourself around him, abandoning your sketchbook and squeezed your eyes shut as, for the first time in a year, you got to properly hold your baby once more.
Lucifer pursed his lips as he watched the scene. A cat would certainly be difficult to keep around with Cerberus living just outside but …
He sighed affectionately and softly closed the door. He turned and began to walk back to his office, mentally listing the different supplies he would need to buy.
“The cat can stay.”
Anything that made you thishappy would always be welcome into his house.
***Thank you all for reading and for all your constant love and support. I love you guys. Thank you for remembering Oliver with me ❤️ ***
Notes - GN!MC , relationships can be seen as either platonic or romantic , angst with a happy ending?? , Feat. The brothers and Marcus , a spin-off of Something’s Offby@beels-burger-babeand‘mad at Disney’ ( Salem ilese ) / 'bad end ver.’ ( BAD END THEATER )
Summary - Reality hits like a ton of bricks when it comes to something as fickle as a faked love.
Warning - demons being demons and MC being cold.
TW - drugging ( via love potion ) , mentions of violence , mentions of puking , obsessive and possessive behavior , mentions of blood
When the curtains close, you’ll come away stronger or maybe you’ll break / So, call me a pessimist, but I don’t believe in it. Finding a true loves kiss is bulls***
MC couldn’t tell when it hit nor how hard it hit them, all they know is that one moment they were in full control of their actions and the next they were watching a hallmark movie.
It wasn’t unusual for them to get gifts from other demons, but even in the human realm they knew better than to drink something that was supposed to be water yet tasted suspiciously fizzy. Though, a few sips is always more than enough.
It took a few minutes before it kicked in but when it did it felt like they were no longer in control. Almost as if they were suddenly watching their own actions in a theater. They heard themself go dumb and giggle, they saw hearts past through their vision, and heared thoughts that weren’t theirs.
MC watched themself fall for a boy who they never met but was surprisingly familiar. They watched themself plan a wedding and go on dates. They could do nothing as the boy feel for a shadow of them. But above all, they watched themself passively. MC was angry, beyond belief, but they couldn’t exactly do anything about it in the moment. So, they sat back in the seat and watched the movie to the end.
It ended sooner than expected, probably due to MC not taking the full dose, but they awoke in a giants arms while a crow was cawing off to the side. All movement and sound ceased when MC finally stretched out their worn limbs. “Well, that was the longest movie I’ve ever seen.”
Beel, ever the gental giant, let MC down before hugging them tighter. Mammon, the ever cawing crow, started checking MC over for injuries or, well, any signs of harm really.
Mammon was mumbling something about being worried but not jealous while beel stood close by with the look of a sad puppy. MC waved off mammon before hugging them both with light reassurance. They thought about Marcus for a second before looking back at the boys. “We should stop by the ice cream place on our way back to RAD.”
Mammon shot up straight and beel wore a look of anger before it faded to concern. “Why do ya want to go back there?!” , “Are you sure that’s a good idea, MC?” They nodded. They turned around and started on their way to the ice cream shop with mammon and beel tailing them.
Mammon rushed forward “But MC-” “if the next words that come out of your mouth involve 'human, concern, worry, or rest’ you owe me a week’s worth of chores.” Mammon stopped talking. He still eye’d them with concern every once in awhile and beel did the same. “MC-” “I’m eating your ice cream if I hear 'worry, care’, or the phrase 'you seem off’.” Beel started playing with his wrist.
“I’m not mad-” , they started while eating their ice cream , “-at least not any more. Probably should’ve been more cautious.” Mammon went to start about how it wasn’t MC’s fault but beel stopped him before he could.
MC ate another spoonful of ice cream before starting again “If anything, I want to know why he did it, demons like him never do things unless it benefits them in a, normally unrealistic and selfish, way.” Beel watched as you handed him what was left of your ice cream while approaching RADs doors. MC took note of a short demon waiting by the gate.
“MC, if ya really wanna do this I ain’t gonna stop ya.” MC raised an eyebrow and chuckled “so you’re not about to try and convince me to turn back?” Mammon thought for a second “No. Just be careful. Alright?” MC nodded and turned to beel “I promise I’m not being reckless this time, okay big guy?” Beel took a deep breath before nodding back as if saying a silent 'I trust you’.
MC observed the shot before them with a curious stare.
Daivolo wore an angry and flaming expression, his jaw was clenched so only his shark like teeth can show, and his fists were clenched so hard his knuckles were unnaturally white.
Barbatos’s normally calm demeanor was replaced by a chilling one, one hand holding down the demons wrist while the other was clenched in the demons hair, he spoke honey like words through razor-sharp teeth.
Lucifers arms were crossed so tightly they’d probably bruise, his eyes were iced over and the crimson in them shone, unnaturally, through.
Satan had black smoke appearing around him while the feathers that would shape his boa float about, his eyes holding a molten like flame, his wrath oozing and burning anything in his path.
Asmo’s tail twitched while he watched on with a sweet yet venomous smile, his posture was somehow both tensed and relaxed.
Levi sat, bored, his fingers drumming melodic and hypnotic tune while his eyes held rapid rivers behind them as they bore into the demon.
Belphegor was unnaturally awake, eyes watching almost as if taunting the demon to make a move, his posture was rigged and his lip was upturned with disgust.
Mammon and Beel watched the demon. Mammon stood tall with a guarded expression, his arms at his sides and his hand near MC, he seemed ready to dash away if needed.
Beel stood with a reticent expression, his eyes stone while locked onto the demon, his posture was upright and his fists were clenched as if ready to run into battle if need be.
For a second MC wondered how purgatory hall was doing.
Time started going again when MC spoke at the same time as Marcus. “I’m technically not harmed.” “They weren’t harmed!” Marcus spoke up to defend himself, MC spoke up to let their presence be known.
Daivolo and barbatos turned to MC with shock, MC simply chuckled before stepping forward. “Sorry to interrupt you lord Daivolo, I just wanted it to be known.” They lightly bowed their head in respect towards the man in question. Had it been any other time MC would have laughed at how he was taken aback by the bow.
“MC-” Lucifer started but was stopped when they held up their hand and nodded. “Marcus is right, I’m technically not harmed. Aside from the minor headache and heightened trust issues, I’m unharmed.”
MC turned away from the crowd and kneeled down to face Marcus. Daivolo and barbatos both watched on with Leer, they had suspicions that MC was still under the effects of the potion but they wouldn’t admit it. Both of them would rather MC make the first move.
MC spoke with a calculated tone “Y'know, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who was brave enough to interrupt lord Daivolo. Especially in a situation like this.” Marcus had looked up to meet MC’s eyes. “I-I’m so sorry-” “so I’ve heard.” Marcus’s eye’s lit with a spark of shock before starting to water. The guilt seemed to be catching up now. “Don’t do that, blood in the eye isn’t very pleasant.”
MC made a motion for barbatos to release one of Marcus’s hands while pulling out a handkerchief. Marcus eye’d it curiously before looking up at MC.
MC’s calculated expression turns stone for bit before “you didn’t hurt me, so I have no reason to hurt you.” Satan seemed enraged at that “BUT HE DID HURT YOU-” “Not physically, see? Not a scratch.” MC waved their hand at him before watching him growl ever so slightly.
Marcus looked around with circumspect eyes as he wiped his face. “MC I-” a cold bottle of water cut him off as it pressed to his, probably concussed, head. “What do you say we take a walk?” Several shouts of disagreement could be heard across the room.
“MC NO-”
“There ya go again, letting out reckless ideas!!”
“MC, I can’t allow you to be alone with this-”
“What are you thinking?!”
Marcus winced from barbatos tightening his hold on him while MC waited for the shouts to die down and stood up. Marcus watched on with panicked eyes “why are you-” “I’m human. Which means unlike these brutes-” Levi chuckled “-HEATHENS if you will.” Belphegor giggled. “I’ve seen issues become resolved without torture or death. Plus, the crime was against me so what I say goes.”
Marcus was shivering as MC knelt back down and pushed the bottle back onto his head. MC tilted their head while focusing their gaze back onto his form “So, what do you say about that walk?”
Marcus hesitated before nodding and MC nodded to barbatos “you can let him up, if he was smart enough to find a way to slip me a love potion then he won’t be stupid enough to try anything.” They finished while taking note of the wince Marcus let out despite not having been moved yet. Barbatos looked to Daivolo and was met with a chary nod. He drug Marcus back up to his feet before releasing him.
MC watched on with reserved eyes and walked towards the door that lead out of the room with a reluctant Marcus on their heels. MC heard a third pair of footsteps quickly follow. “Alone. Send one of your crows if you wish, but, I’d prefer to do this in a humane way.” Mammon reluctantly stood down but he did summon a crow as he watched MC step out of his sight.
There was a heavy silence as MC and Marcus stepped down the hall. Marcus was waiting for what MC had to say and MC seemed to be thinking of the words. “There’s a popular phrase in the human realm. 'Love is blind’ is how it goes.” Marcus matched their pase and began to speak up again “MC I’m-” “It was said by the same person who wrote tragic love stories for years… you made a few mistakes, don’t you think?”
Marcus looked at MC with regret filled eyes. “MC please, I’m so sor-” “so I’ve heard.” MC stopped before the door to leave RAD. “However, It was more than a simple love potion, there was collateral damage as well.” They finished while walking briskly to the gate of RAD.
The short demon from before was still there, now looking slightly more worried than the last time MC saw them.
MC stopped just out of eye and ear shot of them while Marcus stared in shock. “They’ve been waiting for you for quite some time now.” Marcus’s eyes darted between MC and the demon by the gate. “Let me guess, you forgot to tell them that you were going out on a date?” Marcus watched the demon with disbelief before replying. “Yes, I did. B-but what does that have to do with this?”
MC kept their gaze on the demon at the gate while holding up one finger at Marcus, “you were so busy with the date that you forgot to tell your friend over there that you weren’t going to make it. Now, they’re worried while you were to distracted by me to notice.”
Marcus opened his mouth to speak before quickly shutting it as he wasn’t able to come up with a reply. MC watched as the demon pulled out their phone while tapping their foot as if unsettled. “And with that, love made you blind to those close around you.” MC spared a glance at Marcus to see his stunned expression.
MC turned and nodded at Marcus to follow them further down the path.
“MC?” MC hummed while keeping their gaze on the path “why did you save me?” MC hummed again, this time out of thought. “I don’t have an answer for you on that one. I’ll get back to you on it.” They said while they stopped. They leaned over the railing the over looks the devildom and ignored an over heared familiar caw. Marcus leaned a bit away next to them.
“Marcus?” This time it was his turn to hum “do you love me?” Marcus let out a suprised yelp but scrambled for an answer nonetheless. “Y-yes! Of course i-” MC interrupted him with a nod “Then why did you love me when I took the love potion.”
Marcus’s face contorted into one of pure and utter, pentinence. “I-I didn’t- I can’t-” MC sighed “no answer then.” They watched as Markus’s fists tensed and relaxed.
“There’s another phrase in the human realm, the mimicry of love is heartbreak.” MC turned so they no longer faced RAD, “did you love me, or the idea of what you thought I could be?” They spoke tactfully. Marcus hated it. “I didn’t- I loved you before the love potion, MC please-” They sighed before turning their head to his pleading form.
“The person you saw with the love potion, is that the same person you see with the brothers?” Marcus answered through stormy grey eyes “No.” MC hummed “and yet you could love the first more than the latter.” They finished with a fact tone.
MC watched as a hurricane swirled behind his eyes.
Marcus sat in his own misery before MC spoke up again.
“You gave me a love potion to make me love you, and in turn you fell in love with what you thought I could be.” MC gave their hand to the curled up ball on the floor. Marcus hesitated before grabbing it. His fists still tightened and loosened but this time one had moved over his heart.
“Love potions mimic the version that someone else wants. You never loved me to begin with if you loved that.” They dropped his hand before leaning away from the rail. Marcus stood, hunched over, and on shaking legs. MC watched him for a moment before walking around him.
For some time the walk was silent. Marcus considered it a short mercy from a barrage of truth. He watched as MC kept their impassive eyes forward.
Through the silence Marcus became aware of the noises surrounding them, the cawing of crows, buzzing flies, and when he listened hard enough he swore he heard hissing. The scene changed as the two walked into the city.
Marcus was reluctant to break the silence but MC did it without hesitation. “In the human realm it is somewhat known about the misconceptions that romantic films portray.” Their movements ceased at the sound of an argument. Marcus turned his attention to the pair as well.
MC pointed towards them with a stern expression. “The love that you wanted, and gained, is unrealistic at best.” Marcus focused on the pair arguing for a few more seconds before breathing through gritted teeth.
The two watched the arguing couple for a bit more before MC spoke up once more. “That Disney land love that you had will never exist, no matter who you choose.” MCs tone bullyragged Marcus in a way that stabbed his pride.
MC began walking again but turned when they didn’t hear a pair of footsteps following them. Marcus balled his clawed hands into fists “Why. Why are you telling me this?!” MC walked forward. Marcus, frustrated at the lack of response, sped forward before stopping in front of MC.
MC just walked around him with a bored expression, “Demons like you are selfish beings who are known for manipulating their way into gaining something.-” they stopped at the door to RAD “-and yet you didn’t gain anything but a human that you didn’t harm.”
MC sighed at the sound of rushing footsteps and sorrow filled tears and side glared Marcus. Marcus glanced in the direction of the footsteps before laying sorrow filled eyes on the human before him “MC, I have already told you I love you.”
This time the glare harded from boredom to scorn as MC let out a low growl. “And yet you choose to lose everything, including those around you, because you didn’t have the courage to say hi.”
They let out a hollow chuckle as they turned back towards the door. Marcus went to grab at MCs wrist but was stopped by the erupting sound of crows and flies.
“People like you never learn.”
MC pinned down Marcus with a disappointed stare. But that wasn’t what tipped Marcus over the edge, oh no. It was the distrust and disdain that flashed in their eyes as they closed the door. Marcus, for the first time tonight, heard nothing other than a deafening silence. No sound other than his own hard and fast paced pants surrounded him.
MC choose to ignore the harrowing sobs that echoed past them.
As soon as MC opened the door they were immediately bombarded with questions rangeing from their well-being to the whereabouts of Marcus. They quietly tapped their foot while waiting patiently for the noise to die down.
Asmo was the first to step forward from concern at MCs silence. “MC, darling, are you oka-”
“Hey, did I ever tell you about this really good ice cream shop a few blocks down?”
As for Marcus… well.
Marcus felt suffocated by the threatening aura that seemed to bleed from the shadows the next day, closely followed by the unsettling sound of thrashing wings and buzzing.
When he tried to approach his friend with red-rimmed eyes he was stopped in his tracks when the taller demon standing next to them placed her arm around the shorter ones shoulder and walked off.
When he tried to chase after the pair, he stumbled back at the sight of beared fangs, snarling, and balled up fists the moment the short demon was out of ear-shot.
When he spotted MC in the halls he could only stare on the brink of tears as they walked off without spareing him a glance.
He watch as a young dragon handed MC a bag of treats, only to feel his heart drop into his stomach as the dragons expression shifts in understanding while they reassure MC that there was nothing in it.
His heart lurched back into his throat when he was then stared down by several pairs of vengeance seeking eyes.
He ignored the sounds of scuttling scorpions, hissing serpants, the angry growling of those who consider MC a friend, and disdain filled wispers speaking of what he’s done. All in favor of darting off to seek a non-existent peace.
As his feet slowed and he finished throwing up his exhaustion, it fully hit him.
He lost everything, and everyone, all because of his stupid gamble on love.
***As an apology for Come Back To Me, I have come with offerings of fluff. This is my first poly!MC fluff fic that I’ve written in a while (if ever) so I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to the Hive for helping me get ideas together -B***
Summary: MC decides that, for once, they want to be the one to surprise and plan an outing for their significant others. Follow MC and the lords of the Devildom on their journey out into the human world and all the shenanigans that follow. Poly!MC
Dating the seven Avatars of Sin was something that you never saw coming, but something that you would never trade for the world. It was a constant thrill of guessing what surprises the day would hold for you this time. You were so grateful for them and the love that they gave you.
But sometimes you wished that you could be the one to spoil them for a change.
Since there were seven of them and one of you, it seemed like you were the one who was constantly on the receiving end of gifts, profoundly planned dates, and sentimental exchanges. It was nice and you definitely appreciated it, but you wanted to show the boys that you loved them just as equally.
So, you talked with Diavolo and with a little secretive planning, you were able to put together a day where you could do exactly that.
You bounced on your toes as you watched the brothers stumble through the portal with their eyes closed.
“Do we really have ta keep are eyes shut? I mean, it’s not like we ain’t gonna find ou- Ow!” Mammon complained as Belphie elbowed them.
“Stop complaining! Just keep your eyes shut. They put a lot of work into this, so if MC says they want it to be a surprise, then let it be a damn surprise!”
You rolled your eyes at the bickering and gently lead the brothers a little bit away from the portal. “Actually, I was just about to tell you to open your eyes, but I appreciate the backup, Belphie.”
One by one, your boyfriends opened their eyes and loudly groaned before shutting them.
“Too bright!” Levi shouted while guarding his face with his hands. “How in the world did you find somewhere this bright in the Devildom?”
You smiled as you delicately lowered Levi’s hands with your own. “Well, we aren’t exactly in the Devildom.”
Levi’s eyes instantly snapped back open as he looked around himself with the expression and enthusiasm of a kid in a candy shop. “No way! You brought us to the human world?!”
Synopsis: The eldest of the seven sins has kept a lot of secrets. Some due to duty, some to appease his brothers. But behind closed doors, they eat away at him. Especially when it has to do with the one person he lost. Thankfully, a certain human is there to listen, and to help.
T.W: Sad Luci hours, mention of drinking, angst, a lot of angst, some flashbacks, Michael being an a**hole again, my hatred for Celestial Realm and some religious trauma is shown here. It’s a bit of a long read as well, so…
AN: So apparently, my brain’s decided that the big man upstairs is a jerk in the game, and now it won’t think of literally anything else. What brought about this thought? Well, I just remembered that they don’t really specify what kind of illness Lilith’s lover had had for her to risk her life and bring him Celestial fruit to heal him. What if the origins of the disease were… Celestial?
It was a quiet night in the Devildom. Silence stretched throughout the House of Lamentation, where a sliver of moonlight entered through glass windows and danced across hallways that seemed devoid of life. Not a sound could be heard; even the wind ceased its merciless hits against the old house for one night.
Lucifer hated these kinds of nights.
Silence was almost unheard of in the House of Lamentation, home to the seven Avatars of Sin. The strongest demons in existence had equally strong personalities. There was never a dull day in the life of the seven brothers, neither before nor after the fall. And in a weird way, Lucifer was grateful for that. Being caught up in his brothers’ shenanigans meant he wouldn’t be left to his thoughts. For his thoughts, the eldest quickly found out, weren’t exactly the most pleasant place to dwell in.
How long had it been that way, he wondered, staring at the golden liquid that sloshed around in the glass that he held. The surface of the liquid reflected his flushed face, nose and cheeks tinted a shade of red only Demonus, and more recently, the human who’d managed to master him could bring out.
Synopsis: Beating Lucifer in a sword fight because little did he know, they’ve been privately trained in combat for years prior to being kidnapped! A little something inspired by Rowdy’s (@rowdysketches)Pirate au for OM! in Daikon’s server! Enjoy~
Lucifer and his brothers were skilled pirates, having spent much of their youth plundering the high seas and striking fear in the hearts of everyone who heard of them. The brothers were just as talented as eccentric they were. Mammon had an uncanny ability to find treasure, no matter how well hidden. Levi was a natural sailor, leading most of the crew to believe he carried ocean water instead of blood in his veins. Satan’s knowledge of the trade routes and the ships using them had been what made so many of their exploits fruitful. Asmo could be compared to a siren, his soothing voice and delicate physique fooling many greedy, filthy merchants into crashing their ill-earned money right into their hands. Beel was the strongest fighter they had onboard, and Belphie took care of any prisoners they had to extract directions or other information from. And Lucifer?
Lucifer was the best captain and the swordsman the Ship of Lamentation had ever had.
Which was why the metallic sound that rang across the room, courtesy of his sword which now lay on the ground, startled him and the audience. Garnet eyes looked up to meet those of the one responsible. Familiar eyes, that had for some unfathomable reason haunted him in his dreams, held what he recognized as pride. “I win,” they mumbled breathlessly, their chest heaving slightly from the fast paced fight that had ended moments ago.
Maybe they had seen his disbelief on his face, for as they sheathed their sword and lent a hand to help him up, they explained, “I was taught swordsmanship by the best swordspersons on the continent. I’m glad all of that didn’t go to waste.” They ended their sentence with a grin and a cheeky wink, making Lucifer suppress a grin. Truly, they were something else.
Lucifer watched them carefully as they suddenly seemed to realize that they had become the centre of attention, their head bowing down slightly as a hand came up to rub the back of their neck. Despite being promoted to Lucifer’s right-hand person (a role previously held by Mammon, who was surprisingly not too huffy about his demotion), it seems they still got shy every now and then. A quick glance from their captain had the crew going back to their work, and soon, they were left alone.
Lucifer let out a chuckle, making the royal look up to him. “What’s so funny?” they asked.
“What is funny is that it seems you have forgotten what you said before.”
Their cheeks darkened slightly, and Lucifer once more had to suppress the urge to reach out and pinch them, see if they would turn even darker. “T-that was just- you can forget about that!” they squeaked out. What had possessed them to challenge Lucifer to a duel for captaincy, they would never understand. Maybe it was the way he’d taken a joke too seriously? Or maybe it was the rage that threatened to burn them from the inside out when he insinuated that their hands wouldn’t possibly be able to hold, let alone swing a sword.
But now they had defeated the captain in a mock-duel. If it was a real one, it would have ended with him being killed, but thankfully the two weren’t on opposing sides. And according to the agreement, he would have to give up his position as captain to them.
“You beat me fair and square. And I’m not one to go back on my word,” saying so, Lucifer got down on a knee in front of them and held out a hand to them, a silent gesture for them to offer one of their own. Holding their hand, he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it, smirking when he heard a tiny gasp. “I look forward to the bright future we will have under your captaincy, MC.”
entry : here it is, the last and final chapter of my Treasured series !! It’s been 3 months since I’ve updated and I’m still very sorry it took so long :,<<
warning : VIOLENCE, implied drugging, please proceed with caution.
hearts, reblogs and comments are still very much appreciated !!
“I agree, this unfortunately isn’t limited to this recent encounter.” Simeon agreed to him as the Avatar of Wrath finally sat down in his seat whilst everyone turned their varying gazes towards the older angel. Most of them being filled with anguish, fear and anger. He stood up slowly, his chair moving backwards with a groan of its legs. In Simeon’s black gloved hand held the rest of the small crystals, disguised as actual listening devices.
He opened his mouth and was about to play more of the audios when he was interrupted.
***I present to you, the Hive’s Valentine’s Day surprise! This one is inspired by a conversation I had with Aldi (@avatar-mikazuki) a while back about how Levi is the only brother who struggles in the Seductive Speechcraft class; which means all the bros are some pretty smooth talkers. I hope you all enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!
Summary: Now that your class has finished discussing the theories of how to apply seductive speechcraft at RAD, it’s time to apply that knowledge. Unfortunately for you, you’re the only human in the room and are the perfect test subject to practice with.
CW: It’s gonna get SUGGESTIVE. Nothing explicit, but there are some implications. Especially with Asmo. This one gets quite sensual.
“Alright class,” your teacher crooned as he set his briefcase onto his desk. “As you know we’ve been discussing the theory behind seductive speechcraft for the past few months. Now I think it’s time for you all practice it and try it out for real.”
Satan frowned and raised his hand, “Professor, how are we meant to practice it? You said Seductive Speech was something we’re supposed to do to mortals when trying to tempt them or lure them into a deal. We’re in the Devildom.”
The teacher nodded in acknowledgment. “That’s correct. Fortunately, we were given a solution to that little issue this year.”
You tensed as your teacher’s eyes fell onto you and a smirk climbed onto his face. “MC, would you come to the front of the class please?”
Mammon jumped up from where he had been leaning back in the chair beside you. “Oi! Why do ya need the human?”
The teacher smiled at the class as you made your way over to him. “Well, Lord Mammon, with the exchange program, we have the rare opportunity to practice your skills while remaining here in the Devildom,” he turned to you and met your eyes. “MC, would you mind being the practice subject for the class today? You would simply have to listen to your classmates’ seductive speech, attempt to resist it, and give feedback afterwards. Are you alright with that?”
Your cheeks flushed as you glanced around the room. Several other demons looked extremely excited to finally get the chance to talk with you without interruption. The brothers’ on the other hand …
***It’s always so nice to go back and write some Teen!MC / familial brothers again. This is a very cute concept. I can’t wait. Thank you so much for the request anon! Let’s do this. -B***
Summary: It started with a single note left found inside your locker one day, and ended with a full-scale investigation backed by all the powers of the Devildom. AKA, You have a secret admirer at RAD and nobody is impressed.
Teen!MC
Mammon groaned as he waited for you to open your locker. “Chop, chop, MC! If we actually want to meet Asmo in time for shopping, we had to leave, like, ten minutes ago!”
You rolled your eyes as you fiddled with your lock - Human world school locks were tricky enough to get a grasp on, but the Devildom ones were on a whole other level. “We wouldn’t be late in the first place if someonehadn’t got lectured by the teacher after class for passing notes.”
Mammon squawked in offence as your door swung open and a light pink note floated out.
The two of you blinked at the note, glanced at each other, and then back down to the note.
“Did ya put that there?” Mammon asked as he pointed at it.
It’s such a long walk when you got somewhere to be; I just thought maybe you were gonna walk with me (chapter seven)
story summary: MC decides all of the student council is going to therapy and hell hath no fury like a prepared human. They’ve got highlighters and they’re not afraid to use them.
chapter summary:Mammon.
pairing:Lucifer/reader
rating:m
chapter wc: 3.7k
warnings:angst&trauma; small text only for description; gn!reader; possible spoilers; not proofread; descriptions of violence/death; author takes liberties with canon
Part 4 of the Fortification Series (based on thisrequest)
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff
Written for a GN!MC, though the partner is written as male.
WC:~4.9k
TRIGGER WARNING:Each part contains graphic depictions of various types of abuse, please see specific content warnings for each individual part.
Cw: Sexual assault / rape, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, depictions associated with making a sexual assault report, negative self-talk and poor self-esteem, graphic violence and gore, mentions of sex, use of misogynistic language, Headcanon that Mammon is a SA survivor is mentioned
I know I am seemingly one-note, lol. I just love writing Lucifer beating the fuck out of rapists but I promise I will do others if it’s requested of me!!
Note: Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in treating survivors of abuse, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are experiencing any type of abuse, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the Victim Connect Resource Center to get connected to the appropriate helpline.
Note: Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in treating survivors of abuse, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are experiencing any type of abuse, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the Victim Connect Resource Center to get connected to the appropriate helpline.
Note: Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in treating survivors of abuse, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are experiencing any type of abuse, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the Victim Connect Resource Center to get connected to the appropriate helpline.
It’s such a long walk when you got somewhere to be; I just thought maybe you were gonna walk with me (chapter six)
story summary: MC decides all of the student council is going to therapy and hell hath no fury like a prepared human. They’ve got highlighters and they’re not afraid to use them.
chapter summary: Barbatos has answers. Belphie and MC meet with Rissa.
pairing:Lucifer/reader
rating:m
chapter wc: 3.4k
warnings:angst&trauma; small text only for description; gn!reader; possible spoilers; not proofread; descriptions of violence/death; author takes liberties with canon
a/n: many thanks to @abberant-butler for the barb help; he’s 100% your OC and i am but an unworthy worm dragging the butler into my sandbox
Short, and definitely not sweet. I don’t often do angst, so be ready its a doozy.
Warnings: Descriptions of Gore. Main character death. Self harm.
He…Failed…
One Minute, One Second sooner and he- You could have been saved.
The vile in his hand cracked as Satan felt his fists clench. Tears welled in his eyes as he desperately searched the fourth time for a pulse.
There was none.
Satan lowered his head, allowing his hair to fall lightly onto your lifeless torso. The heath potion in his hand was shattered. Its glass digging into his skin, over and over as the potion re-healed it. Satan made no move to stop it.
It was the strongest potion he could make. With only one requirement to work.
A beating heart.
His vision was blurred by tears, as he stared down at your bloody chest. Two low level demons was all it took. Both of their dead bodies lay nearby, mauled beyond recognition.
If he hadn’t have wasted time killing them… He would have been fast enough. Satan let out a cry as he slammed his fists against the concrete ground.
If he had just Thought. If he had taken one moment to Think. You would be alive.
But because of his wrath, because of his blinding Rage, You were now only a gruesome corpse in an ally. Lifeless, and still warm…
Satan’s fists were bloody, but he couldn’t tell if it was your blood or his own. The concrete below him was dyed red with far to much blood for just one hit. Satan couldn’t feel his hands.
He couldn’t tell if he was holding his breath, or hyperventilating. Either way he felt faint. Satan looked up at the brick wall in front of him. The phrase “Red as bricks” seemed useless now, considering how orange the blood made it look.
His eyes drifted back to your body, to your face. Despite being dead you still had color.
They are Dead.
Satan tried to remind himself. The Idea alone stabbed at his heart. He either felt empty, or far too emotional. Slowly Satan turned himself back towards your corpse.
His hands were numb, too numb to feel a heartbeat if there was one. Which their certainly wasn’t.
Satan paused, dreading what he intended to do.
Slowly Satan lowered his head onto your chest. Allowing his right ear to press against the spot where your heart was.
It wasn’t beating. Of coarse it wasn’t. He Knew it wasn’t. He Knew you were dead. Why was he doing this? Why was he giving himself hope where there was none? Why was he still waiting?
…Why didn’t you come back? You did last time… Why wont you come back?
Please…
Satan didn’t move as the rain began to fall.
At this point he wasn’t waiting for a heart to beat.
entry : here it is, the last and final chapter of my Treasured series !! It’s been 3 months since I’ve updated and I’m still very sorry it took so long :,<<
warning : VIOLENCE, implied drugging, please proceed with caution.
hearts, reblogs and comments are still very much appreciated !!
“I agree, this unfortunately isn’t limited to this recent encounter.” Simeon agreed to him as the Avatar of Wrath finally sat down in his seat whilst everyone turned their varying gazes towards the older angel. Most of them being filled with anguish, fear and anger. He stood up slowly, his chair moving backwards with a groan of its legs. In Simeon’s black gloved hand held the rest of the small crystals, disguised as actual listening devices.
He opened his mouth and was about to play more of the audios when he was interrupted.
“Hold it.”
“From what I can see in Satan’s schedule, he isn’t even in the same classes as Amelia and Asmodeus. The only class those two have together is Devildom Law, which Satan isn’t even enrolled in.” Lucifer continued, his voice boomed inside the room, effectively bringing the spotlight onto him and his white knuckled grip on a paper with Satan’s weekly schedule on it.
His ruby red eyes were staring right into Simeon’s form, his jaw clenched and adrenaline seeping into every corner of his body, making him shake with the rising feeling of panic and frustration consume him.
“So, how can he even get that recording in the first place? Or was this a planned effort? Trying to make a fool out of me in front of Diavolo and frame my brothers for something we didn’t do?” He continued forward, earning himself collective nods and sounds of agreement from his younger brothers.
“Those gems truly came in handy, right MC?” Solomon answered, looking at you with knowing eyes. You smirked back up at him and nodded at his statement, replying “Good thing we came in extra early for classes. So that we wouldn’t get yelled at by Lucifer and to place those in the classrooms.”
Simeon looked back at his former brother and piped in as a response to the accusation, resisting the urge to roll his blue green eyes “Of course this was planned. How else could we get personal recordings from inside your own house without a little help?”
The rest of the younger demon brothers slowly snapped their heads towards Satan in realization, who picked at his nails while seemingly thinking about tonight’s supper. Mammon and Levi’s eyebrows were raised to the highest heavens while Beelzebub and Asmo’s jaws were slacked, wide enough for a whole woodpecker to come jumping in and peck their tongues until blood came rushing out, covering their neck and body with flowing blood.
Belphie’s gaze to his fourth older brother sharpened like a newly made knife, his equally sharp fingernails making indents into the insides of his pale hand. That didn’t help his case to make it seem as if he was tough though, because underneath all of that heated glaring and all of those expressions, held a fear of going back to the attic and never seeing the Devildom sun light he grew to enjoy, although dim most of the times.
A fear of never being able to see his brothers anymore, even if they bicker and fight about the smallest things.
Their breathing started to get heavier the longer they thought about what Simeon said. It was painfully obvious that their own brother had made a scheme to uncover their poorly concealed tracks of scrutiny, they didn’t want to admit it themselves though.
They didn’t want to face the consequences of their poisoned words, their mocks and sneerings whenever they saw you.
They had gotten away with threatening you and even killing you, so they couldn’t for the life of them understand why you won’t let this one slide under the carpet and never talk about it ever again like how you’ve done it all this time.
“S-So that means.. Satan was a spy a-all along..?” Leviathan’s voice shook with uncertainty and disbelief, his eyes now painted with a certain type of fear and his heartbeat pounding in his ears like a beating drum in a lively festival. His fears only being solidified by the roll of The Avatar of Wrath’s eyes and a small nod.
This seemed to anger Lucifer even more, letting the resent, anger and feelings of betrayal in his chest spread to his head and finally consume his body, turning him into his demon form. He slammed his hand on the table, knocking down a teacup
containing remnants of Diavolo’s long forgotten tea.
‘How dare he do this to us, to you.’
‘After all that you’ve done and tolerated for him, he does this as repayment?!’
‘This has got to be one of his poorly timed pranks, he can’t be serious.’
The Avatar of Pride’s mind thought as his heartbeat was ringing in his ears and his thoughts spiraled out of control. Everything and everyone unraveled into sounds of arguing and a new type of despair created a thick miasma in the air that was at the forefront of his brothers’ minds.
Illustrated by Asmodeus, who’s face now held long and crooked lines of fading mascara and liquid eye liner, who was in a screaming match with his wrathful older brother.
Albeit a one sided one at that, as Satan kept tapping his foot on the floor and kept his eyes straight to Asmodeus, challenging him in a way. He spoke to him in clear, short and concise words, letting Asmodeus come to realizations himself.
Leviathan and Mammon were both pacing back and forth around the room, The Avatar of Envy pulling his purple locks with his hands while mumbling, seemingly to himself, about how “he knew he could never trust normies” and why Satan was trying to break up the only family that accepted him for who he was.
Mammon doubled onto Levi’s statements, throwing accusation after accusation to his younger brother, effectively butting into the one sided screaming match from before.
Beelzebub kept asking- borderline interrogating, his older brother on why this had to happen, why did he have to do this.
“We could have had a peaceful year, Satan. Why did you have to ruin it with this?” He asked with small crystalline tears in his purple eyes being eventually poured down onto his cheeks, as his twin was wishing everything that was terrible and unholy would happen to Satan while standing by Beelzebub’s side and wiping his tears away with flicks of his hands.
“It was peaceful for you, my dear younger brother. You didn’t have to think about anything else other than you being a glutton and eating anything and everything that had a heartbeat.” Satan responded back, jerking back slightly to the left as Belphegor’s face was now inches apart from his.
The Avatar of Sloth’s face held a gaze that could kill hundreds just from the sight of it, his form shaking and his brows knitted together while he was trying to swing his closed fists from left to right, albeit with much difficulty considering he was being restrained by his twin.
He eventually got a hit right to Satan’s cheek, a toothy and wide grin appearing on his face as he saw the sight of Satan nursing his cheek, still being yelled at by Asmodeus and Mammon.
“You didn’t have to think about the person who sacrificed their own feelings, even their own life for you. I knew all of you were demons, but this is something else.” You added to Satan’s statement, pointing an accusing finger to the direction of the demons that betrayed both your trust and your love for them.
You opened your mouth to say more, but then saw your vision go to your right side while a slapping noise rung in your ears, adding onto the chaos that unfolded. You look back towards your front, now seeing Amelia holding her hand to slap you once more while her eyes were hardened.
You pushed her away from you and she fell to the polished floor, adding a loud thud noise to it. Before she could process where she was now, she looked up and her head immediately swiveled to the side as she saw glimpses of your shoe kicking her in her face to the side.
You reached out to pull her hair when your arms were pulled back, restraining you from hitting the now angered woman. You twisted and turned your body, kicking and hitting the person’s chest with your back.
You finally got out by head butting the person with as much force as you could do, stepping on his foot afterwards and turning around to see the culprit. Your eyes widened at the site of the now bloodied Leviathan, his nose dripping slightly with orange blood.
You clenched your fist together and was about to punch him in return, but was quickly pulled to the ground. You tried to ignore the burning feeling on your skin after you fell, and tried smacking Amelia on her throat in return.
You tried to get up and run back to your spot when you were pinned down by who you assumed was Levi in retaliation. You once again tried to shake your way out of his grip, before minutes later you felt the weight evaporate while hearing another thud noise next to the wall.
You scrambled to get up, two arms with green nail polish on the demon’s nails helping you stand and dusting off any debris. You looked up and nodded towards Satan in thanks and fled quickly to your seat, just as Amelia was doing so as well with her face red from crying and your smacking.
Simeon’s eyes widened at the now lost composure of all the rest while Solomon held an already opened spell book, its pages slightly yellowed and tattered at the edges.
You looked towards Luke with concern only on the forefront of your mind, only to see him right behind Barbatos with his form slightly shaking and his eyes pooling with small tears inside of them that were now being dabbed away by the green haired butler’s handkerchief.
“Diavolo, you can’t possibly believe this. I swear on my Father that this was just a singular event.” Lucifer looked towards the Prince of the Devildom, his eyes carrying the want for his old friend to believe him. Only to be met with the temperature of glaciers and snowstorms coming from both Diavolo and Barbatos’ eyes.
“Stand down, Lucifer. You have absolutely no say in this matter.” Diavolo commanded to the eldest, his tone silencing all kinds of profanities from Mammon and silent whisperings from Amelia. The screaming and the obsessed ramblings slowly ceased, a tense silence now filling its void. Lucifer looked down as he knew what was about to come to him and his brothers, his grueling punishment and no room for penance at all.
The cherry haired demon nodded towards Simeon, finally allowing him to show the evidence they’ve gathered for what felt like months on end. Every single insult, rumor, and mockery coming from both the demon brothers and Amelia. After the last screening of the last audio was done, he sat back into his seat and looked towards his fallen brothers.
Their faces were white as a sheet, grips on their pens, gadgets and pillow white knuckled and displaying their veins clear as day. The seed of fear that was planted all the way back to their Celestial Realm days, a seed planted for the sake of fearing their Father and in turn obeying him better, sprouted and grew its possessive vines all over their body. Their lungs, their throat, their heart.
Lucifer knew this was a lost cause, nothing could ever change Diavolo’s mind anymore. Especially when it was regarding the human he grew to love, he knew he would bring every planet to you if you even mentioned a word to him about it.
It felt like he was transported back into him being the Bringer of Light, having the virtue of Humility, and having this massive fear of failing and disappointing his Father. A father he grew to hate.
He was brought back to reality when he heard Solomon announcing to everyone in the room with his right hand holding a small plastic bag filled with what looked like black tea leaves and a magazine in his left “I’m sure you’re all wondering how this transformation even happened. We have come up with a theory for this situation, although we didn’t have that much time to test it out.”
The white haired sorcerer looked towards Satan and raised his brows slightly, the blonde haired demon nodded back in response.
Solomon cleared his throat and began to explain “We believe that these,” He shook the small plastic bag from side to side “-are The Emberyan Traces.” He looked towards both Diavolo and Barbatos’s faces as he said, only for their eyes to widen while Diavolo’s eyebrows knotted themselves together.
He flicked his hand for Solomon to continue, trying to ignore the quiet mumblings of both Mammon and Asmodeus being astonished. Solomon whispered a small “Thank you” in return and continued
“Now, I know that it has been centuries since this was seen. It’s been extinct in the Devildom for ages, but it isn’t extinct in the Human Realm.”
“That don’t even look like Emberyan Traces! I remember it had purple on the tips, but that’s just pure black. And trust me, I know what it looks like; it sold for big bucks back in the day!” Mammon exclaimed as a protest, earning him a glare from Lucifer and an exasperated sigh coming from both Satan and Solomon.
“That’s because it’s aged, the effects are gonna be much more powerful and the taste is gonna be much sweeter. Here, we have a little something as secondary evidence.” The sorcerer then looked at Luke, who held two bowls in his hands. One red bowl and one blue bowl.
The two of them have exactly the same soup though, you remembered it being the miso soup Amelia made when she was transferred into Purgatory Hall for the time being.
‘It was a good thing I held onto that, it was a miracle she didn’t even see it in the fridge.’ You thought as Luke placed both the red bowl and the blue bowl on the table, in front of Beelzebub.
His mouth drooled and his eyes shone like stars in the dark sky at the site. He looked at Solomon as he stated “Beelzebub, I want you to first drink some out of the blue bowl.” He did what he was instructed and scarfed down the entire bowl, wiping his cheek with a handkerchief the Avatar of Sloth gave him.
“What did it taste like?” Simeon asked him, the orange haired demon was quick to respond “It tasted like regular miso soup; savory, hot, and had an umami flavor to it.” They nodded to this and Solomon then asked Beelzebub to drink from the red bowl.
He, once again, did what he was told but finished it into big chunks. He was then asked to describe the taste from Satan, he answered “It was basically almost the same, but had a pretty sweet aftertaste to it. It reminds me a lot of Amelia’s cooking!” He looked at her and had a grin plastered onto his face while answering.
She smiled at him back, although it seemed like it didn’t reach her eyes, now shifting her weight from her right side to her left while sitting down.
Solomon nodded to this and began to explain once more while Luke was taking away the bowls, “The red bowl was the taste of having Emberyan Traces into your food, while the blue bowl had none in it. As you heard, it has a sweet aftertaste and will not make the dish unpleasant. That is, if you’re a demon.”
Barbatos’ gaze shifted to the left as he kept on thinking with his white, gloved hand on his chin while his other was kept on his chest. His eyes widened by a fraction and he turned back to the others, saying “That also means that you won’t be alerted that your food or drink has been drugged, due to no unpleasant taste.”
He continued “Basing off of what Solomon said, I’m guessing the taste is different for angels?” The green haired butler looked towards the two as they both nodded to him, Simeon seemingly getting something from his pocket with his tongue slightly poking out. It went right back in as he revealed the final crystal they needed to present.
He tapped it with the pad of his pointer finger and out came a projector like screen, just like all the other ones before. He tapped the sideways triangle, opening the audio recording and letting it play for the others to hear.
“Is there anything wrong?”
“No, it’s just that this miso soup is just amazing and quite good.” Simeon answered back. It was not long before Amelia interrupted him and began to spew out
“Oh! That’s thanks to me of course!”
“I placed something near and dear to my heart in this miso soup, and it tastes really good with it.” She added on forward.
The recording and the screen immediately closed after what she said, all eyes were on her while the said girl was moving her gaze from anywhere but the demons, angels and the humans. She straightened her back while tapping on the table afterwards, still staying silent until after a few minutes of tension filled silence, she muttered something low, testing to see if the spell was finally laid off of her.
Her eyes lit up slightly at the sound of her familiar voice but was quickly reminded of her current situation from the stares at her. She cleared her throat and said “I swear it wasn’t the plant, how-how do you even think I could get my hands o-on this? I’m not even a witch!”
“Oh we’ll get to that, don’t be impatient now.” You replied back to her, plastering a big smug and proud smile when she glared at you.
Both Solomon and Luke nodded at this, the younger angel explaining more after a few beats of silence “I think we have our perpetrator as well. Them being, of course, Amelia.”
The sound of the girl’s name alerted her to her crimes, she looked towards Lord Diavolo and Barbatos with her breathing heavy while her body had a sudden rush of energy to it. Both of the high class demons looked at her, their eyes expecting something, anything, out of her mouth once again.
“Th-That isn’t true- Yes I admit to maybe, slightly, being a bit too mean with MC, but-but that’s all I did!” She mumbled out of her pink lips, her eyes looking back and forth between The Avatar of Pride and the Prince of the Devildom. The lord sighed and opened his mouth before Simeon interrupted him “No, we’re pretty sure you did this whole scheme. MC, where’s the mortar and pestle?”
You perked up at the sound of your name and grabbed your messenger bag from the floor, ignoring the small droplets of orange blood coming from Levi’s former bloodied nose. You rummaged around for a while, eventually finding the things the older angel asked for.
You gave it to him and he immediately showed both Diavolo and Barbatos the small, fine black bits of the plant with a small chunk still being inside the marble device. They looked back to the now shaking human, her fingernails making small indents into her thigh just by the sheer grip.
“That was about months ago, when Amelia had to temporarily transfer to Purgatory Hall. I remember it was almost dinner time, I was making some miso soup and when I checked on it a second time, I saw a mortar and pestle near it.” You explained to the two high demons, looking towards Simeon for more clarity.
“I was in my room trying to still work on my manuscript, I recall Luke and Solomon were trying out new hexes on prototype dolls, while I heard MC going to their room to sleep.” Solomon pulled out three small, slightly moving dolls that glowed with the vibrant colors of green and purple.
While Luke looked to the shaking human and continued “So, there can only be one person without an alibi in that time frame, and it’s Amelia.”
Diavolo looked at Solomon and asked, his elbows now on the table while his big hands crossed themselves and supported his chin “How can you be so sure that this is the Emberyan Traces working? If Amelia did spike the avatars’ food and drinks, where did she get them in the first place and why isn’t Satan affected? This is a serious accusation, all of you might get imprisoned and even stay here for all eternity if this isn’t true.”
All of you nodded to this, knowing full well the consequences if this doesn’t plan out the way all of you planned it out to be. The Avatar of Wrath replied back to Diavolo “We are definitely sure it’s this plant because of, this.” He flashed a centuries old magazine in front of everyone, making his brothers erupt in sounds of groans and rolling of eyes.
“A gossip magazine? Really Satan? You and I both know gossip magazines aren’t reliable, especially when it comes to our family.” Asmodeus grumbled, rolling his widened eyes right after he saw the magazine.
“I have to agree with Asmodeus on this one, Satan. Gossip magazines aren’t a reliable source of information since they come and go, they also contain so many false rumors about the Devildom’s aristocrats. So, how do you truly know?” Barbatos admitted, his eyes glazing other to Satan. He had nodded at this, already expecting this kind of reaction.
“I know I know, it isn’t that reliable. But, it has all of the symptoms written on both here and on this note.” He then pulled out a slightly yellowed, small piece of paper with small sentences written on it. He gave the note to Diavolo and let him read through it, giving him the specific page of the centuries old magazine for clarification.
Satan looked towards everyone else and started to speak “According to both the note and to the magazine, I’m not personally affected because the Emberyan Traces can only affect a human’s spirit who has been imprisoned in their respective circle for the deeds that they’ve committed in the Human Realm and it can also affect fallen angels.” He stressed upon the important points of his talking, looking towards the rest of his brothers at the end.
The same tension filled silence dominated the space once again after Diavolo read through both the note and the magazine, it had seemed never ending at this point. Diavolo locked eyes with Lucifer, still sitting across the table while staring at the young Lord.
He heard Satan sigh for a few moments and the Avatar of Wrath turned his head sideways. He opened his mouth and continued to explain “That means that because I am a full born demon, I can’t get affected. My brothers, on the other hand, are obviously very much affected.”
The table erupted into gasps coming from all the brothers, Beelzebub and Asmodeus especially. Lucifer’s posture became even straighter than before as he tensed up his whole body, almost looking like an ivory statue with the way he was so still and unmoving.
“Satan, I don’t know where you got the narrative you’re trying to push on both us and Amelia but you have to stop. All of you are wrong. We are not drugged and we’re acting normally.” Belphegor insisted, his deep purple eyes were hardened like diamonds while both his brows were furrowed together and a frown playing on his lips.
“Y-Yeah! My player two would never do that! You must’ve faked all of this because you’re jealous of all the attention she’s not giving you!” Leviathan yelled as he was shaking his head lightly from side to side.
The sudden sound of Diavolo’s hand smacking the table silenced everyone once again, their pens and papers shaking from the aftermath. He looked towards Satan, giving him permission once again to explain.
“You can think whatever you want, but all of us here know that Amelia definitely has some involvement. Considering that the note is from her room, her lack of alibi, my brothers suddenly fawning over her? You can’t say that this is all just coincidental anymore.”
The blonde replied, his head still held high and now twisting his body, hearing the satisfying cracks coming from his aching bones.
“Not to mention the few months after her being transferred to the House of Lamentation, that’s exactly when the brothers started to act abusive towards MC, and not like themselves anymore.” Solomon added back, looking towards Amelia with cold, hardened eyes while Diavolo focused his gaze at the brothers then back at Amelia.
He sighed, slouching in his chair while muttering something to Barbatos in a language you couldn’t understand fully, only picking up some words along the way. Barbatos responded back to his Lord in the same language, stopping for a moment as he lets Diavolo process the information he’s been handed out.
Heads turned to look at the demon, human, or angel beside them. Eyes filled with terror and impending doom lingered in the air as Diavolo finally looked at everybody and announced, his voice booming with authority “Amelia Cerise D. Lemington,”
She looked at the Demon Lord, her face pale as the white blanket of cold that adorned roofs and gardens from her hometown. The fear and despair that culminated in her whole entire being finally being unleashed through tears and screams of agony as Diavolo continued, “-are hereby sentenced to 460 years of imprisonment in the 7th Circle of Hell for the crimes of drugging the Six Avatar of Sins, committing perjury, abusing another human being, and putting the exchange program in danger with the acts you have committed.”
Barbatos extended his right arm forward, the sounds of silver chains of all shapes and sizes being summoned and wrapping themselves around Amelia’s body were heard as she kept yelling and begging for her innocence. Although it proved futile as it was once again silenced by her voice slowly dying out because of the exhaustion of screaming.
Slow and exhausted pants came from her mouth as she was escorted out of the room, Barbatos beside her, whispering something into her ears. You were sure the demon brothers could hear what he was saying, as most of their eyes held small pools of luminescent tears.
Diavolo then turned his head towards the rest of the demons, looking at them with his eyebrows furrowed and a sort of pity in his golden eyes. He sighs to himself before saying “For the rest of you, minus Satan of course,” He nodded towards the bookworm “-will be stationed here in my castle. Further questioning will be needed and done.”
The young lord stood up and announced “This meeting is now done. The rest of you lot,” he nodded towards your direction “-are free to go. For now, do not say a word about this to anyone. Not even a whisper.” The rest of your group nodded to what he said, finally solidifying the end of your terror. All of you, except the rest of the brothers who were not Satan, exited out of the room with just the soft breathing of the wind being heard. Diavolo placed his hand on your shoulder and said to you with his eyes softened “Reparations will be accounted for, I am incredibly sorry for your mistreatment and they will be dealt with accordingly.” You nodded once more and noted how shaky his hands were.
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months as RAD had halted from educating its students right after the incident. It was deemed reasonable however, as Diavolo had dubbed the following months similar to a summer break, a concept taken from the Human Realm. This didn’t stop some rumors from being made though, as some demons noticed how emptyeverything was. They couldn’t hear the sounds of Mammon yelling right after winning a game of Poker, they couldn’t hear Asmodeus’ rambling on and on about his new skin care product. They also couldn’t Amelia’s screams from down in the dungeons, thankfully. For the ones who did hear though, they simply had their memories erased by a certain butler.
The investigation has not stopped, from what you heard from Solomon.
“Did they have any suspects? Or have they found out who orchestrated the whole thing in the first place?” You asked him after you sipped a special honey lemon tea, brewed by Simeon of course. The birds chirped on the branches of the finest almond blossoms as Solomon explained, a book still in his hands “They have an idea on who it might be, Briar Harknight is their leading suspect.”
One of your eyebrows lifted themselves up at the sound of an unfamiliar name, your head slightly tilting to the side. “She’s a witch, and a very good one at that. She’s much older than I am and, apparently, was friends with Amelia when she was selected to be in the program.” Your eyes widened as you sipped once more, your tongue savoring the sweetness the tea had. You nodded at him to continue, and so he did “From what they’ve understood, her target was making a pact with the three older brothers despite already having 63 demons under her.”
“Sounds like someone I know..” Satan butted in, taking a seat right next to you while chuckling to himself. You found yourself smiling as you heard Solomon scoffing under his breath.
Solomon rolled his eyes at him and continued “So, she got one of her demons to deliver the Emberyan Traces to Amelia. This demon was enrolled into RAD already, so it wasn’t difficult for him to infiltrate the school.”
“Is that why we saw her hanging around him and his crew so much?” You asked him once more, he nodded to this.
“She hoarded as much of the plant as she could when she heard that it was close to extinct. For the demon who helped her in giving the plant to Amelia however, he’s down in the dungeons with Barbatos as an.. interrogator.” Satan continued from what Solomon said, his mouth creating a smile as he continued. His eyes were sharp and held a certain type of evilness to them, just like how everyone describes the devil in their anecdotes.
Your eyes flickered to the teapot, then to Satan’s face and lastly to Solomon’s face. You looked up, towards a small bird as you whispered “How about your brothers?” They spun their heads and looked towards you, both of their eyebrows knotted while their stare pierced your soul. Satan sighed and whispered back to you, withdrawing his gaze and replacing it with a bittersweet one, as did Solomon “Simeon had a plant that could almost undo all of what has happened to them. He made a serum using it and Barbatos injected it into the brothers.”
You nodded and thanked them for explaining afterwards, looking at your watch and widening your eyes afterwards. You stood up, with a groan of its wooden legs, and almost knocked over your cup of now lukewarm tea while you were getting your D.D.D. from the table.
“Leaving already MC?” Solomon asked you as you were tucking your chair into the table, and dusting any specks of dust you couldn’t see out of your clothes. You looked towards his direction and your mind went blank, forgetting what to say.
‘God, what was I gonna say again? Where’s that damn piece of paper when you need it?!’
“Are you going to a meeting? Let me go with you, if you don’t mind. It’s much safer for you, and it’ll give us more time to chit chat on the way.” Satan stood up whilst his eyes looked at you expectantly as your mind finally got the right words to day out of your mouth. You nodded to him and replied back “Yes, I am. Diavolo invited me to his castle for meeting about the future of the exchange program. Apparently, Raphael and Michael are going to be there.”
‘Thank god he remembered! I need to treat him out to dinner after this, don’t I?’
Solomon nodded and bid you two off at the door, waving at you two with a slight smile on his porcelain face.
“..aAAAND CUT!”
The white haired man breathed a sigh of relief as the director finally shouted the end to the scene. He arched his back and heard the satisfying cracks echo around the studio along with the applause. The cheering of his fellow cast members brought a big smile up to his face as he looked over the camera and saw the actors who played Simeon and Luke rush over to him. They gave him a big hug while both you and the actor who played Satan come back into the setting as the cameras were finally turned off.
“Look who forget their lines!” The blonde looked over at you as he teased, a smile creeping up to your face as you tried to keep it neutral looking.
“Yeah, yeah, I forgot my lines! Big deal! I always mess up at that part.” You complained while shaking his shoulders lightly, not hearing the footsteps behind you. Someone tapped onto your shoulder and you screeched as you look behind, only to find Sebastian, the actor who played Barbatos, laughing at the look of your face. You pouted while he squished one of your cheeks as he said “C’mon now, no need to be all huffy with me. Since we’re finally done with this series, how about we go for a round at the karaoke bar? Oh, how about a regular bar instead?”
“You know, for someone playing as a stoic and neutral demon butler, you sure know how to party!” Silas, the man who played Belphegor, jumped in and hugged you as he stated to Sebastian.
“You gave me a real hug this time! With no ulterior motives whatsoever!”
“Hey I thought we agreed to never bring it up ever again! You’re the liar here!” Silas pouted and turned his body away from you as you rolled your eyes and sighed, albeit with a smile still plastered onto your face.
“Alright, alright. Everybody go to their respective dressing rooms and return to your original clothing, I’ll be treating you out tonight.” The director yelled as you heard even more whoops and yelling this time.
Here’s Part II of the Kana/Solomon New Home Adventure! It’s a little longer than I originally planned, and I hope you’ll enjoy it!
Kana sighed. House hunting was turning out to be lot harder than she thought it would be. And house hunting with her sorcerer boyfriend was a whole different ball game.
For starters, when she mentioned a budget and bank loan, Solomon just cryptically said “I’ll take care of that.” No explanation given. When she protested she wouldn’t know what kinds of houses to look for if she didn’t have a price range, he just kissed her cheek and told her to find any house she liked.
And he just smiled when she mentioned finding a realtor. She interviewed a few, and she and Solomon saw a few houses with them, but for some reason, they all called her the next day and informed her that they wouldn’t be able to help her any further, which she thought was strange. Solomon went around with a little smile on his face, and Kana couldn’t help feeling that he had something to do with it.
But why? Why wasn’t he taking this more seriously? He promised they could do it “the human way”.
And the houses they looked at - they seemed fine in the photos but Solomon always found something wrong with them, that even the realtors were surprised to find. Ancient burial grounds. Sinkholes. An enormous crack in the foundation. It just didn’t make sense to her. Surely their luck couldn’t be that bad? She even wondered for a moment in Mammon was mad at them (which was entirely possible given the situation) but both Mammon and Lucifer assured her that he had nothing to do with it.
She had an ace up her sleeve though. She didn’t mention this new realtor she found, and a new house she wanted to look at. She was going to surprise Solomon completely, so that way, he wouldn’t have time to sabotage (if he was in fact doing so) and maybe she could get to the bottom of things.
She hummed as she cooked dinner, and right on time, Solomon walked through the door.
“Mmm,” he said.. “Something smells good.”
“I made your favorite,” Kana said.
Solomon chuckled. “What’s the occasion?”
“Nothing special. Sit down, dinners ready.”
Once she served Solomon and herself dinner, she sat down and asked him about his day. Solomon rattled on about this and that, while she listened, waiting for the perfect opening.
“Oh, by the way,” she said, hoping she sounded as nonchalant as possible, “I found another realtor, and I have a house I’d like to go look at with you tomorrow, if you’re available.”
Solomon looked a teeny bit surprised, but smiled. “Sure, that sounds good. What time?”
“She said around noon.”
“And where is this house?”
Kana was ready for that. “It’s a secret.”
“A secret?”
“Yes. I think you’ll really like this place, so I want it to be a surprise.”
Solomon laughed. “OK, that sounds fun,” he said.
Kana smiled to herself as she finished her dinner. This was going to be it, she could feel it.
The next day, she and Solomon arrived at the house. (Kana drove, as she was the one who knew the destination. Solomon didn’t seem like he was going to be up to any mischief, he was his calm, collected cheerful self throughout the car ride.)
The house they pulled up to seemed fairly normal. It was a two story house, according to the listing it had 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, which she felt was perfect. It had a nice yard with a tidy fence surrounding it. As she and Solomon walked up she hoped they just looked like a normal couple in the market for a house, and she silently prayed Solomon didn’t do anything upset the realtor. The realtor was waiting for them. She was a fussy looking woman in her late 60s, Kana guessed.
“You must be Kana and Solomon,” the realtor said, extending her hand. “I’m Karen.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Kana said, taking the realtors hand and shaking it politely. Solomon also shook the realtors hand, and Kana could tell he was amused. Probably because of her name, and she silently prayed he wouldn’t say anything.
“Now, I think this would be a perfect house for a young married couple …”
“Oh, we’re not married,” Solomon interjected.
“Pardon?”
“We’re not married. We’re buying a house together though.”
Kana wanted to kick him.
“Oh,” said the realtor, and her look changed. “Well, I suppose anything goes with young people these days. Shall we have a look around the house?”
Kana could tell the realtors whole demeanor had changed, and she felt like crying. She shot Solomon a dirty look, and reluctantly followed the realtor into the house.
The entire time during the tour, the realtor turned rude and condescending, and Kana was miserable. Solomon pretended not to notice, and Kana felt like he was thoroughly enjoying her misery.
Suddenly, the lights started flickering on and off.
“Wh-What’s going on?” the realtor shouted.
Kana looked at Solomon, and right away, knew it was his doing. The furniture began to move, and fierce winds swept through the windows.
“GET ME OUT OF HERE!” the realtor shouted. “THE HOUSE IS HAUNTED! IT’S YOU TWO! YOU’RE POSSESSED BY DEMONS OR SOMETHING!”
With that, the realtor ran out of the house screaming, and Solomon began to crack up.
Kana didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“That’ll teach her,” Solomon said. “She was so rude to us.”
Kana started to cry.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” Solomon asked, alarmed.
“You’ve been sabotaging everything from the beginning,” Kana cried. “Are you having second thoughts about moving in with me? Are you mad I didn’t want a palace built by demons? Do you not love me anymore?”
Solomon gathered her in his arms quickly. “No, never, never think that my love,” he said quietly. “I love you more than anything in the three realms.”
Kana’s sobs began to die down, as she waited for his explanation. He smiled at her. “You catch on quickly. It’s not that I didn’t like the realtors, or the houses you had picked out. They were very nice, and I’ve seen how hard you have been working trying to find us a place. But, maybe it’s a little old fashioned of me, but I wanted to be the one to provide for you. I wanted to find you the house of your dreams, and surprise you.”
Kana stared at him. Solomon felt her anger growing, and realized he’d better quickly placate her.
“So, I’ve been looking myself. And I have a realtor as well. But, even though you wanted to do things the human way, you have to admit, we’re not normal humans. It makes sense for things to not be …. traditional exactly.”
Kana stopped and thought for a moment. Solomon had a point. And perhaps she wasn’t being fair when she put stipulations on them finding a home together. She should have let Solomon have a bigger part in it, instead of doing it all on her own.
“You’re right,” she began, as she pulled him into an embrace. “I’m sorry. I should have asked for your input more. I just didn’t want to burden you with more work, and …”
Solomon put his finger to her lips. “You are never a burden to me, my love.”
Kana smiled, and held him tightly.
“You know,” Solomon began. “I do have a surprise for you today as well.”
The next thing Kana knew, they were driving to an unknown location. (Solomon was driving this time) They passed by beautiful green fields, and lovely lush forests before they ended up at the end of a stone driveway. Kana glanced up, and saw an enormous house in the distance. As they pulled closer, Kana noticed it looked a LOT like Serenity Manor, the house she had stayed in with the brothers when they stayed in the Human Realm.
“Solomon, where are we?”
Solomon chuckled, but didn’t say anything.
As they pulled up, a man was waiting for them outside the house. Once they got out of the car, he walked over and shook Solomon’s hand
“I was waiting for you to show up, Solomon. I take it this is what you were looking for?”
“It is Nick, thank you.” Solomon responded.
Kana gaped at the house. It was gorgeous. And enormous.
“What do you think?” Solomon said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.
“It’s beautiful! But, it’s enormous!”
“It’s not a palace though. It’s a house.”
“Well, yes …”
“And it could be our house, if you want it.”
“Our house? But …”
Solomon turned her towards him. “You see, I’ve been scouting the entire human realm for the perfect house for us. Nick here was the realtor I employed to help. He’s also a member of the Sorcerer’s Society. You seem to be forgetting that I’m sure we will always have plenty of house guests, once we have the room. And the brothers will all need their own rooms won’t they? What if they all come by at once? And Simeon, Luke, Diavolo and Barbatos? We have to be able to accommodate all our friends. But more than that, it also has space for us. A laboratory for me, and enormous library, and a craft room for you.”
Kana felt tears come to her eyes. Solomon really did manage to find the perfect house.
“It-It’s perfect Sol.”
“I’ve also hired a cleaning team to come by twice a week, so you don’t need to worry about cleaning this entire place by yourself.”
Kana’s tears turned into laughter. Solomon really did know her, and love her.
Solomon smiled at her. “Is that a yes?”
Kana nodded. “It’s a 1000x a yes. We found our home.”
Kana pushed open the door to Lance’s room, and stopped dead in her tracks.
“Um … Lance? Where did those cats come from?”
“They’re a surprise for Barbatos. They’re rat-catcher cats, but they don’t hurt the rats! They just gently take them outside.”
“Oh my goodness that’s amazing!” Kana exclaimed. “Where in the world did you find cats like that?”
They both stared at each other for a moment, and said at the same time. “Satan.”
Kana giggled, and reached over to give the cats a little pet. They purred, and rubbed against her hand.
“Aw, they like you,” Lance said.
“I like them too.” Kana said happily. “Have you given them names yet?”
“Not yet.” Lance blushed, and looked at the ground. “I-kind of want me and Barbatos to name them together.”
Kana smiled. “That’s a good idea.”
“They’re both really different,” Lance said, trying to change the subject. “This one is really playful. And this one is more laid back.”
“I’m sure you and Barbatos will think of some lovely names for them.”
As Kana continued to pet the cats, Lance remembered something. “Oh yeah, did you need something?”
“That’s right!” Kana said. “Um. Diavolo wants to take a photo of us.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure. He said something about "capturing the spirit of human friendships” or something like that.“ Kana shrugged her shoulders. "Just one of his whims I guess. Solomon and I came over because he had to talk to Diavolo about something to do with our house move, and I just came along. And when Diavolo saw me, he got real excited and told me about the picture. By the way, how are you going to present the cats to Barbatos?”
“I haven’t thought about that yet,” Lance admitted. “I can’t really wrap them in a box, and I can’t just hand them over and be like, here you go!”
Kana thought for a moment. “Why don’t we have them in the picture with us? And when Barbatos asks, you can tell him "surprise!”
Lance just looked at Kana.
“It’s just an idea.”
He nodded. “I can’t really think of a better one at the moment.”
“LANCCCEEE, KAAANAAA,” they heard Diavolo bellow from downstairs.
They looked at each other and began to laugh.
“Okay, you take this cat. And I’ll take this one.”
“Yay,” Kana said.
As they walked downstairs, each holding a cat, they saw Diavolo, Barbatos and Solomon waiting for them in the foyer.
Diavolo looked surprised for a moment, and then began chuckling. “You two always surprise me.”
“Where did those cats come from”? Barbatos asked.
Lance looked at Kana, who looked back. They nodded. “Surprise!”
Solomon smiled. “If I’m not mistaken, those look like a pair of gentle rat-catcher cats.”
Lance nodded, while Barbatos expression only slightly changed from confused to surprised.
“I thought they would be good to have around the castle,” Lance admitted.
Barbatos reached his hand out so the cats could smell him, and after a couple of sniffs they both leaned against his hand. He gave a small smile, which sent Lance’s heart fluttering. “I think they’ll fit in the palace quite nicely,” Barbatos said. “Thank you, Lance. They’re wonderful.”
Lance’s face turned red, and Kana smiled happily.
“Let’s put the cats in the photo!” Diavolo announced.
Kana pointed to a chair. “Here Lance. Sit. And the cats and sit with you. I’ll stand behind you.”
They both walked over, while Barbatos readied the camera, and they got into position.
“You two really are such wonderful friends,” Diavolo beamed.
feat. 9 Demons, 2 Angels and 1 Immortal Human Sorcerer
“So, you’ve been here for a while huh?” Thirteen asked, rolling toward you. Diavolo had arranged a night out for the new exchange students and you were asked you accompany them.
“Two years, yes. This will be my third.” You answered, turning to Raphael.
He was sitting in one corner of the bed, curled into himself, trying to take up the least amount of space possible. “Are you sure you’re comfortable like that? There’s plenty of space here you know?”
“Yeah dude, you’ve been all curled up like a porcupine under threat for the past hour.” Thirteen teased, “You afraid we’ll trap you and steal all the feathers on your wings or something?”
“I’m just fine here, thank you. And it’s so easy to trap an angel, Thirteen.” Raphael answered. “More than two years here and yet I see no signs of corruption on your soul, MC. Humans are usually corrupted within weeks.”
“Well I do have traces of angel blood, by ancestry if that counts. So I should thank Lilith for that.” You said, shrugging your shoulders.
“So that demon Butler told me you’ve been working on a book that would help us settle in here better?” Thirteen asked, playing with your hair. “Personally I don’t need it, but this stuck up angel here might.”
“Speak for yourself, reaper.” Raphael said. “But yes, Simeon mentioned such a book.”
“Well…” You sighed, pointing at a maroon book on the table. “I wrote it thinking atleast some of the new exchange students would also be humans, so I doubt much of this will apply to an angel and a reaper. Here are the rough drafts.”
You cast a spell and the book flew right into Thirteen’s hands. Raphael finally moved, scooting closer so he could read.
Hello there, newcomer! Diavolo must have already welcomed you heartily. Now here’s a human’s guide to keep you safe and cautious. May you have a wonderful time here in Devildom!
General Safety and Reccomendations
Donot stray outside wherever you are staying, without a demon or angel guardian. The lower demons will be tempted to attack.
There is no Sun in Devildom. So eat plenty of foods rich in Vitamin D. And donot mention this to Asmodeus. (Seriously just don’t. Unless you want what he’s offering. In that case, have a fun night!)
Beware of cursed books and objects. Consult SatanandSolomon while you’re in the library to tell you what to look out for. You can also go to them if you are already cursed somehow. (If the curse is somehow cat related, go to Simeoninstead.)
Devildom is slightly behind the Human Realm when it comes to technology. Candles and quill pens are pretty widely used.
Check if your musical record is cursed - ask Lucifer. If he ends up keeping it, there is a good chance it is heavily cursed.
There is a certain day in Devildom where it rains gemstones. These gemstones affect the demons in peculiar ways, so don’t worry if they act strange.
Prince Diavolo has a large garden you might enjoy walking in. But it’s better to take a demon friend along as some of pretty flowers are cursed or carnivorous.
Enchanted Foods and how to spot them
Check for enchantments or curses before you consume anything.
Lunatic pudding will attract demons with alarming intensity. Avoid it altogether unless you’re into that
Gingerbread cookie men will grow into alarming sizes and try to eat you instead. Eat it before you get eaten instead.
Don’t be alarmed if your coffee tastes bitter no matter how much sugar you pour into it. That just means the person who made the coffee really likes you.
If you are someone who prefers tea, please consult Barbatos.He has an amazing collection and knowledge of teas of every realm.
It is absolutely safe to eat anything provided to you by LukeandBarbatos.They are excellent chefs.
Please take over cooking duty or inform anyone else if Solomon offers to cook. It is absolutely necessary that you do so. Why? You’re better off not asking.
For the best offers on food, consult Beelzebub. He’s sure to have a coupon or dozen for buffet places. He will gladly accompany you to any restaurant you want.
Demonus, the liquor that gets Demons and Angels tizzy, is equivalent to soda for humans! Ask LuciferandDiavolo for best recommendations.
Living with Immortals 101:
It is better if you don’t consume any coffee in Lucifer’s room, or even enter his room without him there. Because there is a high chance of a curse that will lead you underground to Cerebus - his giant, angry, three-headed dog.
WithMammon around, it is safer to place protection spells on your valuables. He’s a good guy but he can’t help his sin, you know?
If you notice doors leading into wrong rooms or a large sea monster flopping about, then presumably Leviathan is either gaming or angry about something - Usually about Mammon not returning his money.
No matter what you do, do NOT tell Satan he is similar to Lucifer (Even if they say the exact same thing at the same time, crossing their arms in the exact same way.) Also if you find him in a bad mood, get him a cat.
Asmodeus would love to take care of your style needs. Beware to look away if he states too long. Yes his eyes are amazing but you still have to look away.
If you see a dark figure heading towards the kitchen at 3 am in the night, donot be alarmed. It’s just Beelzebub getting a snack.
You’re lucky you skipped the whole attic arc dude.Belphegorhas a habit of sleeping anywhere and everywhere. Even on the floor. Please watch where you go cause you might trip over him.
If you see a confused looking Simeon fumbling with his D.D.D, he would appreciate your help with sharing a Deviltube video to his friends. If you’re bad with it too - please head to Levi’s room.
IfSolomon asks you to participate in experiments, I would suggest you call Asmo or me to take your place. It might be overwhelming for you if the experiment goes wrong.
Donot call Luke‘chihuahua’more than once a day. Also don’t point out how close Luke and Barbatos seems, he gets all shy.
Be careful around Barbatos’ room. He has portals leading to various places and timelines. If you suddenly find yourself in 1830’s France with people in ballroom garments riding flying cars - good luck finding your way back.
If you come across Diavolo sneaking around and signalling you to keep quiet, help him hide please. He just wants to some time to relax and play around, okay?!
“I’m suprised Simeon even tried using DDDs. He was very attached to writing on paper back in the realm.” Raphael said. “Also cut out this part about Solomon’s food. I like it and more people need to try it.”
“How can an angel have tastes worse than a demon? This is ridiculous.” You said, shaking your head.
“Oh but this is all good information, MC! This will be definitely help me set better and more personalized traps for everyone!” Thirteen said, excitedly reading the points again.
“Confiscated.” Raphael snatches the book and blips it out of existence.
“Hey wha-! How dare you?! Give that back!”
“No I don’t trust what you’ll do with all this information. MC this book is rather counterproductive.”
“Well it wasn’t meant for the likes of YOU!” You sighed. “Is it too much to ask for one normal human down here?!”
Levi’s screams echoed throughout the house. Lucifer could hear it from the sound-resistant music room. He rushed upstairs calling out his name.
“Levi?! Leviathan what’s wrong?!” He grit his teeth. He’d never screamed this way - was he attacked somehow?
He saw Asmo, Satan and you standing at the doorway looking horrified. “What has happened to him?”
“I- Belphie- he just, he just-” You stuttered, scared out of your wits, pointed inside the room.
Inside was an absolute mess. Like a hurricane had passed by, leaving destruction in its wake. And within all that mess, was Levi trying to strike, his demon form bigger than ever before. His teeth turned long and sharp, blue scales covering half of his face instead just his neck.
Mammon grit his teeth, doing his best to hold him back away. “Levi come to your senses! He’s just our younger brother!” But even Mammon had multiple cuts on his arms, from Levi trying to resist.
And the person Levi was trying to attack was none other than Belphie, who sat on the floor casually breaking off Levi’s Ruri-chan figurines by the neck. He had a haunted, faraway look in his eyes.
“Belphie, stop already! Why are you doing this?!” Beel was trying to coax him to stop, trying to pry the figurines from Belphie’s hands. But the moment Beel took one, Belphie found another and started breaking that instead. The floor was littered with broken Ruri-chan heads along with other fractured characters.
Lucifer walked inside carefully, trying not to crush them with his feet.
“I don’t know if things will get better or worse if we step in. What should we do, Satan?” Asmo bit down on his manicured nails.
“I’m taking MC to their room. Clearly this is distrubing them deeply.” Satan couldn’t bring himself to care about any of them anyway. All he cared about was you trembling next to him. He wrapped an arm around you. “Let’s leave, MC.”
“WHY?! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO PROTECT HIM?!” Levi’s screamed. “HE’S THE ONE WHO BARGED IN WITHOUT A WORD AND STARTED DOING THIS! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY HE’S BROKEN SO FAR?!”
Lucifer tried but somehow made the situation worse. “Calm down, Levi. We can replace whatever he’s broken for you, there’s no need to-”
“NO! NO YOU CAN’T JUST REPLACE EVERYTHING LUCIFER!” Levi continued, thrashing in Mammon’s and Lucifer’s combined grasp now.
“WHEN YOU ALL HAD EACH OTHER, I HAD THEM! I ONLY HAD THEM!”
Levi stopped moving now, becoming deathly calm. His eyes burning ice cold.
“When we fell, you became Diavolo’s little pet, Mammon and Asmo were featuring in fucking magazines, being called to parties even though one whores around for money and the other for validation. And Belphie and Beel, well they always had EACH OTHER, not having to give a damn about anyone else. Tell me Lucifer, WHAT did I have? WHO DID I HAVE?!”
Everyone looked at him shocked beyond comprehension. Except Belphie, whose hands were now locked in place thanks to Beel and whose eyes were staring blankly at you instead.
Satan noticed he wasn’t even mentioned. “Tch~” He hissed to himself for even caring.
“Levi…we never meant to make you feel like this.” Mammon was the one who recovered first. He tried to turn Levi towards him. “Hey look at me-”
“No fuck you!” Levi pushed him off. The cuts on Mammon’s arms began to bleed through the jacket. Lucifer’s eyes grew wide when he noticed.
“Mammon, leave. Right now. Go to MC and ask them to heal your wounds.” Lucifer said quietly. Mammon hesitated not wanting to leave things in this state. “I said NOW, Mammon.”
Levi let out a strange laugh. “See?! See Mammon! Even Lucifer prefers you over me! You’re a degenerate gambler but he still cares more about you look-”
SLAP!
Lucifer’s hand trembled. Levi was on the floor, his cheek tainted blood red. You had never seen Lucifer raise a hand to any of his brothers.
“Mammon, no.” You held him back as he tried to sprint back in again. Your small hands wrapped tenderly around his arms, whispering spells. He stayed when he saw how scared you looked.
Shit you didn’t think it would get this bad.
Satan leaned against the corridor right behind you. He could help them if he wanted, but he didn’t care, not one bit . Asmo didn’t realise he bit three of nails, he stood frozen by the doorway, paralyzed by fear.
“You didn’t say a word to Belphie when he literally killed MC in front of our eyes.” Levi’s eyes glimmered with angry tears. “But you hit me because I got upset at him for breaking things precious to me.”
Your eyes darted to him when he said that. How dare he say that? How dare he when he did nothing either?
Beel knelt to the floor in apology, bowing his head to Levi. He was so confused and overwhelmed by everything but this is all he could think of.
“I’m sorry about everything, Levi. Belphie has been acting strange all morning, I should have never let him out of my sight. It’s all my fault. I had no idea he would-”
“It IS your fault. You sacrificed Lilith for this piece of shit twin of yours.”
“Levi no!” Asmo finally spoke up.
“Do you think noone saw? I saw it Beel. I saw everything. Lilith was already wounded, Belphie wasn’t. Even if you didn’t saved him, he would have lived.”
“Levi shut your mouth.” Lucifer warned. “Beel take Belphie and leave.”
“You did the same with MC, Beel. You let MC die the same way. By taking Belphie’s side instead of being saving someone who NEEDED to be saved. YOU LET BELPHIE KILL MC! YOU LET MC AND LILITH DIE!”
Levi screamed with all his had and then broke down into violent sobs.
“I’m…sorry. I’m sorry, Levi.” Beel said. “I’ll get him out of here.” Beel lifted up his twin, who had somehow fallen asleep in the middle of it all. Unbelievable.
Lucifer let out a tired sigh and left the room. “Mammon, don’t even think of going in there. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that …MC.”
“I’m okay.” You lied. You were fantastic.
Mammon tried to argue and go back in for Levi, but Lucifer dragged him off along with Asmo. Satan draped an arm around you, “Let’s get going, MC.”
“You go ahead, I’ll come soon. I just need some time to…process all this.” You said, reassuring him. “Pick out some books for us at the library won’t you?”
He nodded and walked you to the staircase. “Be careful. I’ll be back soon.”
You watched him walk out the door and headed back to Levi’s room. You scooped all the dismembered heads and limbs you could find and put it in a neat little heap.
Levi didn’t see you until you stood directly before him, his vision blurry from tears. He saw you kneeling down, looking back at him.
“Does it hurt?” You gently touched the red skin Lucifer had hurt. “I’m so sorry.”
Levi didn’t think twice. He promptly threw his arms around you and sobbed into your shoulder, holding onto you for dear life.
You patted his head. You know what you had in mind would break him to the point of no return. You let me die too, Levi.
“Let’s go there next! Hall of Mirrored Selves!” You pointed excitedly. This was a last exursion before everyone would get busy preparing for the play. You decided to go to a carnival.
“Eh? A mirror maze? Come on MC, we’ve been to these plenty of times in the human world.” Belphie yawned, readjusted the pillow in his arms.
“It actually might be worth checking out. This one seems to be enchanted.” Satan was peering down at the description written on a wall outside it. “See the truth through the eyes of the beholder at the end of the journey.”
“Hmm does that mean our reflections will change depending on who’s seeing us in the last mirror? Hmm seems safe enough.” Lucifer agreed. “Let’s get going then.”
“Hmm it couldn’t be worse than Asmo and Levi screaming on the rollercoaster clutching onto Mammon and Beel for dear life.” Belphie smirked as he followed everyone else inside.
The mirror maze was easy enough to figure out. Satan and Belphie conspired to confuse Lucifer by scattering random similar looking objects they could find on the floors.
Lucifer didn’t fall for a single one, while Belphie got lost instead. Satan guided you forward but Lucifer had to go back to fetch Belphie who gave up trying and started taking a nap against one of the mirrors.
“I have to admit, this is rather nice.” Satan took your hand, when he noticed you both were alone. “Let’s go together shall we? I’m holding you because I want to make sure you don’t get lost.”
“Of course. Thank you Satan.” You almost wanted to spare him. He was being a sweetheart after all. But it was too late for that.
“Yes I think we’re on the right track, just a another left turn and straight on like this- Satan? You okay?” You were navigating along with him when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Is that the last mirror, MC?”
Satan’s voice was deadly low. He pointed leftwards. You nodded your head.
“And it’s supposed to show you how everyone else sees you?”
“Not everyone at once of course! If you stand in the mirror with someone it shows you how they see you I think.”
“Stay here for a bit, will you MC? I just need to check something.” He lets go of your hand and moves forward.
You stay back. You already know what he’s going to see.
Satan already noticed Lucifer and Belphie heading this way. He angled himself in a way that he could see their reflections in the mirror with him.
“I knew it. I fucking knew it.”
You heard a low growl followed by a CRASHHHH.You hurried over to his side careful not to come directly in front of the mirror.
Satan’s hand was inches deep in the middle of the now cracked mirror. He’d punched the glass in. And you saw why.
The cracked and splintered glass reflected black hair instead of blonde. Red and black clothes instead of blue and green. Red eyes instead of green. Lucifer’s face instead of his own.
His biggest nightmare glaring right back at his face.
“Hey…hey, it’s okay.” You said softly as you came into the frame too. His shoulders relaxed, his eyes softening down again. “I’m here now.”
The reflection was not Lucifer anymore. It was him, with his fist on the glass and persisting rage in his eyes. The realest version of him.
In a world without you, he would have burnt this place to the ground with both Lucifer and Belphie in it. Yes, Belphie too. Because clearly he too saw him as Lucifer’s clone.
But as you stood next to him, he saw your hand in the mirror reaching for his, pulling him back. Tending to his wounds. Atleast you saw him for him. Right now that was enough.
“I’m so sorry. I never should have brought you here.” You blowed air on his bleeding knuckles, making him stand away from the broken glass shards on the floor.
“No. It’s okay, MC. I’m glad to finally confirm the truth for once.” His voice had bitterness and relief at the same time.
“I’m so sorry Satan I- AHHHHH!”
You jumped back, staring at the mirror in horror. There was no you. There was a twisted and cracked face of Lilith. Her body but with your clothes. A set of bloody fingerprints around her neck. Bruises over her arms.
Identical to the injuries Belphie inflicted on you that night.
Satan noticed it too. He also noticed Lucifer dragging a sleeping Belphie in the distance. So this is how they saw you? Pathetic. Absolutely delusional.
“Shhh it’s okay. I’m here too. You’re not whatever that abomination is.”
Your reflection turned right the moment he walked into the frame. Your eyes glistening with unshed tears. Satan wrapping his arms around you protectively.
This was you and him. The only two people who saw each other for what they truly are.
His heart had turned cold against his brothers for good. If Belphie and Lucifer saw him that way, the others who openly and blantantly made jokes about it were probably worse.
“Let’s get out of here, Satan.”
Noone wanted it more than him. Never mind the others. They can go to hell. It was unsaid but you both understood it.
You left the maze, his wounded hand on your waist. Your eyes still glistened almost as if you didn’t plan this whole thing meticulously. Comforting him as if you didn’t manipulate each reflection to your will.
And when Satan shut himself up in his room, refusing to talk to anyone but you, only going to meals after his brothers were long finished and gone, you sat there with an agonized look on your face - as if this wasn’t EXACTLY what you wanted.
… .
… .
“Your time is up, Diavolo. Choose. Your life or his? Choose or you both die.” Your voice echoed in the empty room.
Diavolo’s head hung low as he sat still in his chair, magical chains keeping him locked in his place.
Lucifer sat unconscious sitting in the chair opposite to him. His body tied identically to Diavolo’s.
A long black sword hung in the air, suspended between them. The demon blade, the only weapon strong enough to kill a demon with one hit.
“Young Master, No! No you don’t have to do this!” Barbatos screamed in vain. He was sitting in a movie hall, watching it all happen on screen.
“Shhh Barbatos. I never guessed you’d be the loud type at movies. Just sit tight won’t you?” Solomon sat next to him, eating popcorn.
Barbatos tried to move, but he locked in place. Bound by his pact with Solomon. And Solomon was on MC’s side. “But Young Master he’s going to- he’s going to-”
“You did nothing when you knew Belphie was going to kill MC. Why is this so hard?” Solomon said nonchalantly, voice laid with venom.
“I chose me. Take my life. Spare him, please.” Diavolo’s voice was desperate. “He’s been through enough hurt.”
“Very well.” You smiled, finally coming into frame, right underneath the blade.
You reached for it and it fluttered downwards like an obedient child. You didn’t even need to touch it. You simply motioned at the Prince.
Diavolo smiled looking directly at Barbatos through the screen. “Thank you for everything, Barbatos. As a last request, please avert your eyes from the screen.”
“Young Master- No- no-” Barbatos struggled in vain. Even with his demon form unleashed, his tail did nothing. It couldn’t even touch Solomon nor reach MC.
Slash.
The sickening sound of metal cutting through skin and bone. Barbatos saw a hazy outline of Diavolo’s heart being pierced straight through through tear-brimmed eyes.
“DIAVOLO!”
He screamed louder than he ever had. But Diavolo stayed unmoving. Only you moved forward, closer and closer until your face completely filled the screen.
“This is what happens if you tell anyone about me. So…shhhh, okay?”
You pressed a dainty finger to your slightly smiling lips. Solomon clapped and cheered next to him. “My my, that a was good show wasn’t it? I guess you can wake up now. The exit is that way.”
Barbatos woke up in cold sweat. Again. He already agreed to keep their secret - why were they still threatening him? And why do the images get more vivid every time?
He glanced at the clock. 5 a.m. A dream at dawn.
According to some human cultures, dreams dreamt at dawn are very likely to come true. A threat within a threat. Did you just like tormenting him that much?
Is this how much pain they caused you?
Barbatos knew the answer. And shivers ran down his back realising you were still being merciful.
“Are you sure you shouldn’t just stay at the house today?” Solomon said on the phone. “Things are already getting heated as it is.”
“Has someone come to threaten you yet?” You brushed out your hair nonchalantly, admiring your horns. How are they going to react to it? Their horrified faces will be worth the wait.
“Actually you know what? You’re right. I want to stick around today. See what’s been happening. In fact, you should come too, Solomon.”
You could hear him smirk. Even he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to witness the brothers’ shenanigans.
“I’ll be there shortly.” He hung up and you tossed the phone and walked to the common room.
“MC! You’re home today?!” Mammon wiggled around, suspended upside down in the air. “Help me down will ya?”
You didn’t say a word. You simply stared at him. Staring as if you’re suprised how he ended up there. Do you recognise this stare, Mammon?
“Oi MC?! Can you not hear me?! Oi!” Mammon suddenly felt the ropes on him grow tighter, pulling him higher. “Shit, what did Lucifer do to these?! MC seriously can you loosen these up?”
You stood there idly, your eyes never leaving his. Mammon felt an odd sense of dread. Did your eyes always look like that? “MC…”
“Oh don’t bother helping him, MC! He really crossed his limits this time! He stole from all of us at once! Even you, MC!”
You turned around to see Asmo walk in. He draped his arms around you and pulled you away from his brother.
“I didn’t take shit! And you found those things where they were supposed to be just a day later! Why won’t you believe me?!”
Mammon’s ropes came loose all at once and then ripped into shreds. He fell comically on the floor and rubbed his dizzy head.
“You should go sit down, Mammon.” You helped him off the floor. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, instantly asleep.
“What reason is there to suspect him if the stolen things were found, Asmo?” You turned your eyes towards the younger brother.
“Well maybe it’s to incur praises and rewards! It’s Mammon after all, what else can we expect?! You should have seen Levi, he summoned Lotan cause his favourite Ruri figure had gone missing!” Asmo waved his hand around dismissively.
“If we don’t know what actually happened, then there is a probability”, you put a hand tenderly on his face, “that you simply misplaced those things and blamed your own forgetfulness on Mammon too, isn’t that right?”
Asmo felt bashful at your sudden proximity and leaned in even closer. “Oh MC, you know me too well to doubt me like this!”
“Then you wouldn’t mind if I break your head in half and take a peek at your memories inside?”
Asmo’s eyes widened. He heard your voice loud and clear in his head…yet your lips didn’t move. You hadn’t said a thing.
You simply nodded and moved away. And yet Asmo felt a burning chill at the roots of his hair. Like a sharp tug, threatening to rip his skin off his skull. It was only once - yet it lingered.
“Ahhhhh!” Asmo’s squealed and fell back on the couch, rapidly scratching at his scalp, his long nails surely scraping parts of it off.
“Itchy is it? I’ll help.” You sank your fingers in his hair and his eyes closed on his own, his head lulling to the side, right on Mammon’s shoulder.
“So this is the real reason you asked me to keep you away.” Solomon clicked his tongue looking at the sleeping demons. “Because you can barely help your rage around them.”
“Just do what you need to do, please.” You clenched your fists and walked back towards the staircase.
“Your magical traces are all over the place. You really did a number on them, MC.”
“I merely returned the favors I owed them.” You said softly. “Come to my room after you’re done. I’ll show you how I did it.”
Solomon nodded and cast his memory spells on them. When they’d wake up - it would all be a faraway dream, too absurd to be true.
“Satan, you’re here.” Simeon greeted him in Diavolo’s garden.
“Indeed. I heard MC made an amazing suggestion for the school play. Are you writing the script for it?” Satan asked, taking an empty seat.
“Quite the opposite actually. We are simply writing prompts.” Diavolo answered.
“Prompts? What is this play even about?” Satan asked.
Barbatos put down his cup. “An improv based on the story of the House of Lamentation.”
Your voice alarmed Barbatos. He saw you peeking into the council room with an innocent smile on your face. How many terrible intentions did that smile hide…?
“Ah MC is here! Come on in!” Diavolo called cheerily, patting the seat next to him. Lucifer also gave you a warm smile.
“Look I got a perfect score in Seductive Speechcraft!” You held up your graded report, waving it around as you entered.
Barbatos’ eyes followed you cautiously. You gave his shoulder a little squeeze and bent down to whisper to him. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt your precious master. I promised didn’t I?”
You say that right after showing your score in speechcraft? Is this a warning or a taunt?
“Congratulations, MC. That makes you the only other person to get the perfect score in speechcraft.” Lucifer says, nodding approvingly.
“Oh? Who was the first one?” You asked, tilted your head to the side.
“Lucifer, of course!” Diavolo gestured with gusto towards an blushing Lucifer who tried to stop him from embarrassing him further.
“Can you also tell if someone is using it on you?” You prodded further. Barbatos was puzzled by this line of questioning.
“Indeed. I can always tell. One must be cautious around enchanted persuasion. In fact,” Lucifer half-smiled as he reached for some paper next to you, “You should be careful yourself.”
Only you knew how much strength it took to not start laughing in his face. Pride indeed. What a suitable sin for his over inflated ego.
“Thank you, Lucifer. I’ll keep that in mind.” You smiled as you arranged your share of accounts to compile. “Oh! I almost forgot! I have an idea for the annual school play!”
“Finally! Thank you, MC.” Diavolo looked relieved. “I asked the brothers for advice too but they came up with rather strange concepts of live heists, cosplay rom-com, lingerie photoshoot and competitive eating and sleeping.”
“Each one of them is getting more ridiculous day by day.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just last night Satan suggested we do some musical from the human world called ‘Cats’. I was appalled by the movie he showed me.”
You stifled a laugh. “Well they always do suggest whatever they like most. But I hope my suggestion won’t be too much.”
“Oh please, MC. You’re the only sensible in that mad house. Please go ahead. Even your worst idea will be twenty times more reasonable than theirs.” Lucifer urged.
You glanced at Barbatos. And he finally looked away from you. From here on, he wasn’t supposed to interfere.
“I take it from the smile on your face, they loved the idea.” Solomon waited for you by the R.A.D gates.
You nodded. “Diavolo already sent the itinerary to the school newspaper club to set the word. Its as good as done.”
“Well then what’s next?”
“Ah the next task is easier. You have to keep me busy for the next two weeks.”
Solomon furrowed his brow. “Busy? How?”
“Call me out for some plan or the other. Going shopping or flower picking for your potions? Ask me to come along. Read about a new spell you liked? Ask to teach me. And on weekends you can suggest sleepovers.”
“I have to keep you away from them don’t I? You want to stay out of their house. Well then you must be prepared to save me from the brothers’ anger.”
You fiddled your fingers as if you were holding strings. Strings that hold and make the puppets dance. “What else are these pacts for?”
“I still can’t believe you managed to convince Barbatos to keep your secret. What hold do you have on him?”
You shrugged as you walked on. “I didn’t threaten him per se. I guess he noticed he couldn’t find anymore versions of me he could replace me with.”
“Why wouldn’t he able to- wait you couldn’t possibly break all the-” Solomon couldn’t even comprehend such a thing.
“I could actually. I broke the links to every alternate timeline where Belphie didn’t kill me. So the only versions of me he’ll find are already six feet under. Isn’t it hilarious?!”
You chuckled and skipped in glee, clapping your hands together like a child getting excited about their first ever road trip.
