#obey me purgatory hall
Imagining an MC that swears somewhat frequently
Like they don’t necessary have to drop an f bomb in every sentence but if they bang their funny bone, get annoyed, or are struggling to open something theyll let something fly.
Lucifer hates it and says it’s unbecoming so he’s implemented a swear jar. MC, Mammon, and Satan are the largest contributors
However MC has a special swear jar of their own for biblical swears. He’s learned the hard way humans have a unique and vulgar habit of referencing big papa. Simeon supports the swear jar system but for vastly different reasons
Winners include: god damn it, fucking Christ, for the love of God, good lord, I swear to fucking god
Watch your tongue MC
MC: *hits toe on table leg*
MC: God-fucking-damnit!
Mammon: *spits the water he was drinking*
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[ Levi and MC were playing games in his room. They finally win an especially difficult co-op level after playing for three hours. ]
Leviathan: *happy snek noises* Hooray, MC! We won—
MC: *screaming in the WWE anchor voice* FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKERS! HOW YOU LIKE THAT?!
Leviathan: *crawls into his bathtub quaking*
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Lucifer: *enjoying the silence of his office*
MC: *tries to enter the room but spots SatanandBelphegor hiding in the corner in the last second*
MC: Jesus fucking Christ! You scared the shit out of me!
Satan:
Belphegor:
Lucifer: *heard everything inside his office* One evening. Just one. Peaceful. Evening.
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MC: *staring at the huge pile of homework in front of them*
MC: All of this is due…tomorrow?!
Simeon: Yes, even I think it is unreasonable.
MC: Oh God, fuck me.
Simeon: *freezes*
Simeon: *clears throat* MC…you might want to…review what you just said…
MC: *shakes their head* Not in the slightest. Considering the academic workload at R.A.D, I might even take the offer up to him.
Simeon: *dies on the inside but smiles through the pain* Good Heavens….
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MC: *opens fridge to get ingredients for dinner preparation only to find the fridge empty*
MC: BEEL!
Beelzebub: *sticks head out from behind the wall* Hmm?
MC: *angry human noises while pointing at the empty fridge*
Beelzebub: Oh, sorry about that. Fangol practice ran late and I was really hungry, so…
MC: *huffs* I swear to fucking God I’m done with this goddamn house getting on my goddamn nerves all the fucking time—
Beelzebub: *too shocked to speak*
Lucifer: *shouts from the living room* MC! LANGUAGE!
MC: *shouts back* THEN TELL HIM TO STOP EATING ALL MY GODDAMN FOOD!
Lucifer: STOP BRINGING FATHER INTO EVERYTHING!
MC: YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER!
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*meanwhile God sneezing uncontrollably in the Celestial Realm while Michael blows every healer’s head off because they cannot figure out why he is sick*
So I came across this post by @ai-dev and it got me thinking:
So…here I am!
[ includes: angst, death, mentions of blood, trauma ]
[ A/N: This is written from their personalities and characters in Lesson 16. They came to know MC much more intimately afterwards. These are just my thoughts and in no way are to be equated to the canonical events. ]
- LUKE is absolutely aghast. Anyone who had spent even a minute in the same room as him knew about how deep his hatred for the demon kind ran, but it stung nonetheless. He was still an angel in the making, and even though he might not have not known MC for that long or that well, he had wanted to. From the moment they stood up for him, he had developed an innocent attachment that grew deeper over the days. His habit of quick association often got him reprimanded in the Celestial Realm, but for the first time he understood why. Because it stung. Like being stabbed in the chest with a jagged glass shard. It stung because he lost the person he wanted to care for, and even more when he was the one to blame. Angels were meant to be pure inside and out, but the venom targeted towards demons that now brewed in his heart charred its walls. But there was only so much of one emotion his little body could handle, so the moment he was done raging he broke down into fits of unsuccessfully suppressed sobs. All while his guardian angel cradled him in his arms…
- …speaking of who, was in deep conflict. SIMEON hadn’t known them for long, but he could tell that their soul was salubrious. He had been reigning himself from indulging too much, but his heart knew only to resist temptations, not the kindness and warmth they approached him with. And before he knew it, they had become fast friends. They were such a wonderful being, full of dreams, ambitions and a brightness that seemed to follow them everywhere. But it wasn’t just them he was reaching out to, it was to his long lost brothers as well. But when they all made it ample clear with both their words and actions that they wanted to have nothing to do with their former home anymore, Simeon couldn’t put in words how anguished he felt. He never hated them for what they did; if anything, deep down he had always lamented his cowardice that stopped him from joining them. Until now, their demonic natures had seemed like something very far away, for in his eyes they were still the same brothers he had lost, as if they had never disappeared in the first place. But now that something had happened which shoved reality in his face, Simeon didn’t know what to do. He was hanging onto a thin string between denial and remorse. He can only look on at his fellow tenant, who keeps alternating between staring out of the window and at Luke’s tiny form…
- …SOLOMON is no stranger to death. Indifference is expected from a being cursed with immortality. But despite having associated with a multitude of creatures throughout the course of his peculiar life, at his very core he still functioned with the fickleness of a human. Because that is something he once was; destructible, volatile. Somedays he doesn’t care, some days he does. He does feel upset over the gloom MC’s demise had brought upon, but he doesn’t feel like it’s his place to avenge their death or anything. He didn’t know them that well, having only had fleeting conversations with them. But they were enough to paint an overall good picture of them, good enough to feel that they didn’t deserve the hand fate had dealt them with. All he can do is keep moving, the way he always has and the way he always will.
