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.
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.
You were eating dinner with Diavolo, just gazing at each other lovingly while occasionally remembering to take a bite out of your meals.
You were very much in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but Diavolo already knew what he wanted your future together to hold. And what Diavolo wants, that he gets.
So, while you were chewing onto your food, Diavolo spoke up.
“I want to talk to your parents. I want to ask for their permission to court and marry you.” Diavolo stated non-chalantly, as if he hadn’t just dropped a huge bomb onto your head. You nearly choked on your food at his comment.
“You want.. What?!” You asked after managing to swallow the food you were eating. Your face was red, either from blushing or nearly choking to death.
Diavolo just chucked at your reaction, finding it rather amusing, “You heard me right. I want to talk to your parents about my plans to marry you.”
You thought about it for a moment, trying to compose yourself. Diavolo, the literal prince of Devildom, had just spoken up about his intentions to marry you, a measely human.
“There might be.. One problem..” You mumbled quietly, not daring to meet Diavolo’s eyes.
“What is it, dear? I’m sure I can fix it.” Diavolo promised you, reaching out to take your hand, squeezing it.
“My mom.. She’s dead.” you sighed, your eyes filling up with tears as your own words felt like an arrow piercing your heart.
“Oh..” Diavolo gasped, surprised, “I’m so sorry for your loss.. What about your father, then?” Diavolo continued to question you. You shook your head.
“It’s been my mom and I since I was born. My father didn’t stick around.” you admitted, looking down at your lap.
Diavolo stayed quiet for a moment, “That is alright. I just wanted to be proper and introduce myself, but.. We don’t need anyone’s permission to get married.” Diavolo quickly got himself together and stated with a hearty laugh. You smiled at your lap, still feeling Diavolo’s warm and big hand interlaced with yours.
That vey same night after you had left the castle, Diavolo decided to take matters into his own hands. He wouldn’t be able to bring your mother back to life, no, but he if anyone would be able to reach out to her for a little talk. He was the crown prince of demons after all.
Summoning the dead wasn’t too difficult for him, and in no time your mother was in the same room with him, still recovering from the sudden disturbance and teleportation.
“Where.. Where am I?” she questioned, blinking rapidly and looking around with widened eyes.
“You’re in the Demon Lord’s castle, ma'am.” Diavolo explained with a gregarious smile.
“I’m.. in Hell?!” the woman suddenly panicked, looking around for an exit. But Diavolo’s reflexes were faster than hers and he quickly took the woman by her wrist.
“You needn’t fret. Your stay here is temporary and you will be sent back after you’ve heard me out,” he assured her, trying to appear kind, but fear and intimidation was still evident in the woman’s eyes, “My name is Diavolo. I’m the future ruler of Devildom.”
“S-So you’re Satan?” the woman questioned, confused.
“No. Satan is somebody else. You humans do seem to have many misconceptions of demons..” Diavolo let out a drawn out sigh with an amused grin, having heard that many people believe Satan to be the rightful ruler of Hell.
“W-What do you want from me? My soul? Is that it?” the woman questioned, still doubtful.
“Nothing like that. I just wanted to talk to you. You see, I’ve found myself quite enamoured by your child.” Diavolo stayed patient with your mother, not wanting to scare or hurt her.
“My child?! Is MC in Hell?! What are they doing here? Send them home!” your mother shrieked, panic setting in again.
“Ah, well, they partook in my exchange program to help unite the three realms. They were one of our human students we housed. It was not my original plan to fall for them, but I just found myself unable to stay away from them.” Diavolo explained.
“So what you are saying is.. You kidnapped my child, forced them to go to your school and NOW you are absolutely obsessed with them?” the woman accused, growing angry.
“No that’s not it.. Quite. They came and stayed here by their own free will. They have befriended many demons and angels alike and are well looked after. And I’m not obsessed with them, I just love them.” Diavolo tried to convince your mother that his intetions were good.
The woman looked at Diavolo with a hardened expression, “So why was I needed here? Is my child alright?” she finally relented.
“They’re perfectly fine. I summoned you here, because, well…” Diavolo took a deep breath; this first meeting had been very bumpy, but he had to take his chances, “I’m planning to properly court and marry your child and I was wishing to ask you for your permission to do so.”
The woman’s eyes were as big as saucers, her mouth slighly ajar at the revelation, “A demon wants to marry… My child?” she repeated Diavolo’s words in disbelief.
“Yes. More than anything. I’ve never felt this way towards anyone else,” Diavolo nodded with a serious expression on his face, “Moreover, your child would have everything they’d ever need or want. I can provide them with anything their heart desires.”
“But what if their heart desires to bring me back to life?” the woman asked. That question made Diavolo freeze up. Bringing back the dead was one of the only things that were out of his limits. Not without huge sacrifices at least. Sacrifices that could lead to disturbances and uprisings in all three realms.
“I am sorry.. But I fear that might be out of my bounds.” Diavolo hung his head low, feeling defeated.
But to his surprise, your mom reached out to lay her hand on his shoulder comfortingly, “I was just testing you. To see your true intentions. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be possible, so I was trying to see if you would either lie.. Or promise to go so far there’s no point of return.” she assured him with a calming tone.
“So did I pass your test?” Diavolo questioned, looking deep into your mother’s eyes again.
She nodded, “Yes, you did. You.. Have my blessings to go forward with your plan. I don’t have much choice either way, do I? I’m dead and my child is perfectly capable to make their own decisions. And if they choose to marry you, well, I’m happy for them.” and for the first the, the woman smiled.
Diavolo crushed the woman into a tight bear hug, “Thank you so much!” he laughed in pure joy, relieved and ecstatic that she had said yes.
“You’re welcome.. My son.” your mother called him her son endearingly, as a sign that he’s now part of their family. Just the simple word made Diavolo’s heart flutter.
Later, when he had already sent your mother back, he kept repeating that word in his head. Son.. He didn’t remember his mother, so having someone like her call him her son made him extremely happy and wondering if this is what it felt like to have a mother, even if in reality she was his mother-in-law and dead.
Barbatos wasn’t allowed to meddle with the timelines per his Young Master’s request. Neither did he really have any real interest to do so; it was much more entertaining to see how things would work out without him controlling the narrative.
Even with his powers and high position in society there were many things out of his control; like the attraction he felt towards you. It is something unspoken, new and unfamiliar to him, but he welcomes this change from the neverchaning stream of events that his ordinary life so far has been filled with.
Sometimes when he had some time to spare, he liked to get to know you better; not by talking to you, but by gazing at your past. Seeing you grow up from a tiny human child into the person you are today has been truly magnificient, especially since Barbatos has never been a child himself.
One scene captivated is attention more than anything else; you visiting an old man every Friday, sitting on his knee, showing off your drawings, telling stories and playing pretend with the smiling old man.
It was truly an endearing scene; the chidlike wonder in your eyes, the gentle look that the man, presumably your grandfather, gave you as you babbled on.
So one time after you had left your grandfather’s house, he decided to pay himself a little visit, rebelling against Diavolo’s orders. He wanted to meet the man you seemed to carry so much love towards.
Your grandfather was sitting on an armchair, next to a grandfather clock as Barbatos appeared on the armchair next to him.
“Hello, mister. Are you perhaps MC’s grandfather?” Barbatos asked politely. The old man turned to look at his, his eyes wide.
“Who are you? Have you come to claim my soul?” he questioned, a hint of worry in his eyes. Barbatos kept his calm demeanor.
“Nothing of that sort. I apologize if I scared you. My name is Barbatos and I am the keeper of time and space.” Barbatos introduced himself.
“I am MC’s grandfather, yes. What do you mean by… Keeper of time and space?” your grandfather requested some much needed clarification.
Barbatos kept quiet for a moment, thinking whether it was safe to explain that to the old man. After a moment of thinking he decided to indulge the man, knowing he wouldn’t be around to tell the story many years longer, “I keep track of timelines and might interfere with them if so needed. I’m really not from your time or space, but just found myself intrigued by your presence and influence on little MC.”
“How do you know my little MC?” your grandfather questions, raising an eyebrow.
“ We’re…” Barbatos thought about how to describe your relationship for a moment, “From the same circle.” He finally stated, not wanting to use the word friend without your consent, especially knowing how he feels towards you without you knowing about it.
“Well, they must be special to you, seeing you came here for them just to talk to me.” the old man laughed, leaving Barbatos slightly flustered on the inside, not that you could see it from his face, “But how do I know you’re not lying to me? What year is it in your time?” the man challenges Babratos.
“In human world years it’s 2022, sir.” Barbatos replied impeccably.
“Hmm.. As far as I know, it’s 2007. Well, what kind of major world events take place between 2007-2022?” the old man nodded his head slowly, taking in the answer and trying to wrap his head around Barbatos’ answer.
Babratos begins to tell about the pandemic, differets wars and conflicts that have taken place, about terrorist attacks and the financial crisis of 2007-2008.
“Very well.. I guess I’ll have to wait and see whether your predictions come true.” your grandfather looked thoughtfully at his hands, “Can you tell me something about my death?”
Barbatos falls silent. Of course he has seen it. He has watched that scene more than once. The old man, now living and healthy, will be connected to many tubes and machines in a hospital as a sobbing MC sits by his bed, holding his hand and asking him to stay for a bit longer. He had seen when the old man got his diagnosis. He had seen his health slowly deteriorating. He had seen his funeral. He knew the day, the hour, even the second of his passing. But some things should stay secret, at least to humans in his mind.
“Do you really wish to know?” Barbatos questions the man, a shadow falling over his eyes as he looked at the man expectantly. Your grandpa pressed his back against the arm chair, looking slightly worried.
“I.. I don’t think I want to, no.” he shook his head with a sigh, tapping the armrest of his chair.
“Thought so. Stop worrying about your time running out and just enjoy the moments you have left,” Barbatos said with a small smile, “Do you believe me now?”
“I suppose so… My friends are not going to believe their ears when I tell them this one!” the old man quickly recovered, turning back into his cheerful self.
“There is one request I would like to ask of you,” Barbatos muttered and fished a intricate pocket watch out of his pocket, “Can you give this to MC? It is nothing dangerous or special, it is just a regular watch.”
Your grandfather took the watch and inspected it closer. It had a rather regal looking engravings, accompanied by a fancy cursive ‘B’ and a teacup charm attached to it.
“Their birthday is coming up. Perhaps this could be a part of their birthday gift? I am positive they will cherish it alongside with the other presents you might give them as they come from their beloved grandfather.” Barbatos explained even further, wanting to make sure you will receive his little gift.
The old man stays quiet for a while longer before nodding, “I’ll do that.” he promised after his small hesitation. Barbatos’ smile widened.
“Thank you,” Barbatos thanked the man before standing up and dusting off his clothes, “I need to head off. I might be needed elsewhere. Thank you for your time. Don’t forget to live and enjoy the ride.” Barbatos bowed to the man before teleporting him back to the current day timeline.
For the rest of the day, he had been smiling to himself, proud to think that you had maybe been carrying a piece of him with you ever since your birthday back then.
Suddenly his phone pinged and he saw that he had received a message from you. You had written: 'I just found this old pocket watch I got from my grandfather when I was a child and it reminded me of you! Isn’t that a fun coincidence?’
What a fun coincidence indeed, dear MC.
Simeon was visiting the human world as he was ordered to do so by Michael. He apparently had to gather some information on the recent events in the human world and write them down.
Everthing was going well and Simeon had written down a lot of new information on the human world when he became.. Distracted.
There was a book fair in the city he was staying at and Simeon could not NOT visit that as an author himself.
Maybe he’d find some new interesting human world books and meet some human authors.
The book fair was a hit! Simeon talked with plenty of cool authors, got to buy so many books and even saw TSL being marketed there. He loved talking about the series with strangers who didn’t know that he was the author of it.
Anyway, one seminar being held there that was about an author that had passed away a few years prior. He decided to enter the seminar, having not heard about his books before.
Weird.. This man shared his last name with you. Must be a common surname in this country, eh?
He saw pictures of the man on the screen. He seemed like a kind man. But wait.. He saw a man exactly like him sitting in the crowd, listening to the seminar with a curious smile.
No one else seemed to notice him though.
So Simeon decided to take action. He changed his seats, walking up the the man, “Is this seat taken?” he questioned politely. The man turned to look at him with a shaken expression.
“No..” he mumbled in shock and Simeon nodded, sitting down next to him, “You can see me?” the man asked in disbelief as Simeon nodded, “You can’t be a human, right?”
Simeon smiled mysteriously, “Perhaps I’m not. But I don’t think you’re alive either, so what are you doing here?” he turned the question around.
“Well, I just wanted to see what they were talking about me. I’ve always had a curious mind, you see.” he chuckled, studying Simeon intently.
“I am an author myself and I’d like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright?” Simeon asked for the man’s permission to question him further.
“The floor is yours.” the man nodded with a smile.
“I’ve recently been hitting kind of a writer’s block.. What inspired you to write your books?” Simeon asked his first question.
“Good question..” the man rubbed his chin in deep thought, “Dreams. Life events. Love. One of my best selling books’ main character was actually inspired by a person I knew, my niece/nephew. I base many of my characters on people I know.”
“Oh, I do that too!” Simeon chuckled, thinking back at the demon brothers. Maybe he should start including MC and Solomon to his books, too, “Do you think the book sold well because of the main character?”
“Well, at least partially. MC has always been a very relatable person.. I’ve gotten plenty of comments about how my readers really related to them and loved the way they spoke and acted in my book.” the author explained and Simeon froze at hearing that name.
“MC? As in MC *last name*?” He tried to clear the situation up.
“Yes, that’s the name of my niece/nephew. Do you happen to know them?” the author asked and Simeon started to piece the puzzle pieces together. If this man was calling you his niece/nephew, that meant that this man was your uncle, right?
“Yes, we’re.. Friends.” Simeon answered, his cheeks slightly reddening. You might be a little more than friends or at least he had more deeper feelings towards you than that of a friend, but… He just couldn’t admit that to your UNCLE.
“Ah, what a coincidence. I wonder what kind of crowd my niece/nephew has gotten into, seeing they have befriended someone not quite human..” he japped at Simeon with a teasing tone.
Simeon bit his tongue, trying not to explain to him that his darling niece/nephew has befriended demons and angels, “so what was that book about?” he changed the subject quickly.
“The main character was chosen as an exchange student. But that school was not just any school - it was a school with students from three different species - vampires, werewolves and humans. Previously this three species had hated each other - humans tried to stake vampires, vampires had a natural and instinctual hatred towards werewolves and werewolves mauled human villages and houses during the full moon. It was all up to the main character to get these species to see past their differences and work together.” the man told the plot of his best selling book to Simeon.
Simeon couldn’t help but smile, noticing some funny parallels.. Exchange students, three species, one human to connect them all together? Sounds all too familiar to him.
“You said you were an author too? And that you were suffering with a writer’s block, yes?” the man suddenly asked, a serious look on his face.
“Yes..?” Simeon nodded, not quite catching onto what the ghost was after.
“I never managed to finish one of my manuscripts.. It’s actually meant to be a sequel to the book I just described to you.. If you feel up to the challenge, could you finish writing that book for me and publish it posthomously? You could donate the earnings of that book to my niece/nephew, seeing that they were my inspiration to the first book altogether.” your uncle requested in all seriousness, rendering Simeon speechless.
“I know it is a lot to ask, but.. I believe you would be able to finish my story the way it is meant to be finished.” the ghost author continued, seeing Simeon’s doubts.
Simeon thought about it for a moment. This could help him with his writers block AND he did know MC while also having the abilites to write a succesful book, “Alright. Do you have the manuscripts with you?” Simeon finally gave in and saw the ghost’s face light up.
“Yes, they’re in this briefcase.” your uncle handed him a leather briefcase. Simeon opened it and saw around 200 pages worth of text. He flipped the first page just to read the words..
'Dedicated to my niece/newphew MC. You’re the real main character. Thank you for always making my days brighter.’
Simeon was about to ask the ghost another question but when he looked back up, he was gone. Simeon stared blankly ahead, trying to compute all the information.
“Okay, I’ll write this for you and for MC.” Simeon mumbled to himself before getting up, buying the first book your uncle had written and walking out of the book fair, clearly on a mission.
Luke was up in the Celestial Realm one day, baking something delicious to Michael when he suddenly heard the sound of something crashing in the dining room.
Luke quickly ran to the scene, finding a young boy, probably around six-years-old, and a dog standing there, shattered plated next to their feet. They had guilty looks in their eyes.
“Hey! What are you doing? Those plates belong to Michael!” Luke scolded them and knelt down to pick up the pieces of the broken plates, “Ugh, this is such a mess..” he muttered.
“I-I’m sorry…” the little boy mumbled and knelt down to help Luke out, “I’m just new here, a-and my dog is so playful..” he tried to explain himself.
The dog whimpered sadly, tail between its legs. Luke couldn’t stay mad at the cute dog and the poor little boy who was visibly shaking in his boots.
“Oh well, it’s just plates, at least no one got hurt..” he sighed before looking up at the boy, “what’s your name?”
The boy introduced himself to Luke. Luke also found out he used to be a human not so long ago. Luke knew what that had meant. The boy had died.
“This is a cute dog! Is it yours?” Luke asked, trying to cheer the boy up.
“Not really.. This was my aunt’s/uncle’s dog. But I guess now I’m obliged to take care of it!” the boy explained with a small smile.
“Is your aunt/uncle here too?” Luke questioned but the boy shook his head.
“No, they’re still alive. They went on to study abroad in a different school so I haven’t seen them around much.. I miss them..” the little boy told Luke with a sorrowful tone.
“I am an exchange student, too!” Luke exclaimed with a grin, “I went to the Royal Academy of Diavolo with Simeon, have you met him yet? Oh, and also two humans, Solomon and MC-” he was suddenly cut off by the young boy.
“MC? That’s my aunt’s/uncle’s name, too!” he gasped with wide eyes, “Did they look like this-” he questioned and started to describe exactly what you looked like.
“Yes! I think we’re talking about the same person!” Luke was flabbergasted yet excited to meet his friend little nephew, “MC is so nice! We bake together all the time when I am in Devildom!”
“Yeah, they’re so nice..” the boy seemed sad all of a sudden, “I’m glad they weren’t lonely while studying in Devildom.. I wonder if they even remember me anymore..” the boy questioned out loud, biting the inside of his cheek.
“I’m sure they do! I’m sure I can arrange you two to meet sometime! They have been to Celestial Realm before, after all!” Luke promised the boy, not wanting to see him sad.
“Really?” the boy sobbed, looking up at Luke with hopeful eyes. Luke smiled widely at the boy while nodding, “Pinky promise?” the boy offered Luke his pinky.
“Pinky promise!” Luke chuckled and wrapped his pinky around the boy’s pinky, “You can also see your previous owner, little dog!” he assured to the dog whose tail was now wagging excitedly.
“MC doesn’t even know we’re… Dead.” the little boy sighed, “It happened while they were away… My parents had promised to take care of their dog until they return and one day I was playing with the dog outside when I threw the ball too far.. On the road.. And the dog ran to get it and I ran after them, trying to get them to halt as it’s too dangerous to run there.. But they didn’t listen and I ran after them and then as soon as I got to the dog.. A truck came and we both..” the little boy told the story of his death, his voice trembling.
The dog jumped against the little boy, licking his face in order to cheer him up.
“Oh no.. I’m sorry..” Luke said his condolensces, wrapping his arm around the little boy’s shoulder, “But now that you’re here, you can still meet MC here and there! I can communicate through you two if needed!”
“Yeah.. That’s good..” the boy smiled weakly up at Luke.
“Hey, I was in the middle of baking, do you want to join me? We can eat it together afterwards!” Luke beamed.
“But I don’t know how to bake! And weren’t you baking for Michael?” the child protested.
“I’m sure Michael understands that you need the sweets more than he does right now!” Luke chukcled, “And don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to bake in no time! Then we can always bake together!”
You were in the human world, just traveling together and Solomon was helping you to cultivate your magickal abilities.
You were currently in your home country as you really just wanted to check up on everyone.
You were about to pass a cemetary when you tugged at Solomon’s jacket, looking at him expectantly.
“What is it?” Solomon mused, knowing what that look in your eyes meant. You were about to ask him for something.
“Can we visit that cemetary?” you asked rather quietly, your eyes on Solomon.
“Why’d you want to do that? Is someone you know buried there?” Solomon interrogated you further.
“Yes..” you nodded, still hoding onto the sleeve of Solomon’s jacket.
“I guess it won’t hurt to drop by their grave.” Solomon gave you the permission and you began to tug him towards the cemetary with determined steps. Solomon chuckled and followed you right behind.
You lead him to a gravestone with a singular name. When Solomon inspected the grave, he realized that the person buried there had been young- Wait, that person was born the same year as you.
Solomon instantly began to calculate the probabilities. Was this your twin? No, you two don’t share a birthday. Technically siblings CAN be born the same year if the older is born in the first months of the year and the mother gets pregnant right away, but that seemed very unlikely too as you didn’t share a surname. A friend, perhaps? Or a cousin.
“This is my classmate. She OD’d.” you finally spoke up as you knelt over the grave, plucking some withered petals off of the flowers left at the site, “I’m sorry I have no candles or flowers to bring to you..” you mumbled, words directed at the one buried within the ground beneath your feet.
Solomon looked at the scene with a feeling of estrangement. As someone with an eternal life he did not have to think about death too much and he had not grown so close to humans in a long time as to miss them after they pass. He’s smarter than that.
You’re that one exception to his rule. Imagining it was you buried there instead of your classmate pained him.
Suddenly the silence you shared was broken by your phone ringing. You look at the caller ID, your face lighting up, “It’s one of my old friends! Is it okay if I talk with her?” you made sure that it was okay with Solomon before heading off, talking to your friend on the phone.
Solomon was left all alone in the cemetary, just looking at the names and dates etched onto the cold stones.
All of the sudden Solomon felt a presence nearby. The cemetary seemed deserted by first glance, but there was someone.. Or somethind definitely there!
Using the help of his magic, he began to follow an invisible string left by the energy.
It lead him to the morgue. Opening the locked door was no problem for a potent wizard like him.
Solomon turned on the morgue light and almost jumped when he saw a young woman standing in the middle of the room, wearing a white, long-sleeved dress that reached all the way down to her toes. Her skin was pale and sunken and her hair messy and muddy.
“Well hello there, dead girl..” Solomon greeted the young woman quietly with an uneasy smile. He had seen dead bodies before, but rarely were they up and walking.
“Solomon…” the walking corpse finally gasped, her voice raspy, “Please, you’ve gotta help me.. You’re a powerful wizard, aren’t you?”
“Okay, I’m not even going to question HOW you know my name, so.. Yes. I am a powerful wizard, thanks for the flattery.” Solomon chuckled, starting to relax from his startled state.
“You’ve gotta help me.. I don’t know how to go home..” the woman stumbled forwards, her legs giving out immediately. She grabbed Solomon by his arms, hanging onto him tightly, “I’ve tried to go home! I can go anywhere I want expect home!” tears started to pour out of her eyes, colored muddy dark brown from the soil and decomposing.
Solomon caught the girl, taken back by the sudden outburst of emotion. She must’ve been scared and lost for a while now, the poor thing. “What do you mean by home?” Solomon questioned, not wanting to accidentally send her somewhere where she’ll be even more lost.
“I… I…” the girl shortcircuited, “I don’t remember… I don’t know… I just need to go home…” she begged the wizard, her frail form trembling.
“Alright.. Let me jog your memory a little. Do you remember your name?” Solomon questioned, remaining calm.
“Of course I do…” the girl nodded and repeated her name, the same one that Solomon had seen on the gravestone.
“How long have you been dead for?” Solomon asked and saw the girl tense up.
“I’m dead?” she asked before taking a look at her hands and her clothes, “Oh, that’s right… It’s been… Two years, two months and 22 days…” the girl repeated, sounding almost machine-like as she remembered the exact numbers.
“Very good. You’re doing great. Now tell me, how did you pass away?” Solomon interrogated her further, gently but determinedly leading her towards her big epiphany.
“I shouldn’t have died so young… Without those drugs, I could still be alive…” the girl mumbled, finally letting go of Solomon as she looked somewhere behind him. Solomon determined her object of interest to be the door of the morgue.
“What did the drugs do?” Solomon asked as the girl started to take careful steps towards the door, hand reaching out for the handle.
“I took too many… I overdid it… Overdosed…” the memories started to come back to her the more steps she took.
“Do you remember someone called MC?” was Solomon’s next question. The mention of your name made her stop momentarily.
“MC? My classmate MC?” she questioned and turned to look at Solomon again, “You know them?”
“Yeah. They are my apprentice and friend.” Solomon chuckled at the surprised expression on the girl’s face.
“MC.. I’m glad they’re okay..” the girl smiled briefly before turning her gaze back at the door, “I’ll text them once I get home.” she stated, her face blank again.
Solomon sighed in his mind. So even after all this time, the girl was confused. She couldn’t fully understand that she was dead so maybe that was why she couldn’t move on. “So what happened after you died?”
“Dark… It was dark everywhere… And I couldn’t find my way home… There was no floor, no path…” The girl kept mumbling and Solomon walked up to her, realizing her eyes had gone completely black.
Solomon put his hands in front of the girl’s eyes, reciting a spell.
“It’s dark again! It’s happening again! Help-” the girl suddenly screamed before a bright light filled the room, effectively silencing her. After the light faded, her eyes had gone back normal, looking more lively and bright than before.
“There was a curse on you. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it before. Now you can go home. See that door? Just look at it and think of it as the doorway to home. Believe in that thought harder than you’ve ever believed in anything else. Just follow the light and you’ll finally be home in no time.” Solomon instructed the girl and she nodded, her eyes glued to the door now. Her steps were no longer wobbly, but strong, and her hair was shinier than before and her skin had it’s natural hue back.
As soon as the young woman touched the handle, her body started to glow before slowly becoming more and more transparent. As the door opened, there was only brightness behind it.
“Thank you, Solomon. Say hello to MC from me.” the girl smiled before stepping out, her corporeal form fully disappearing. A sudden gust of wind slammed the door shut again as the lights of the morgue flickered. Solomon knew he was back in the normal human world again.
He stepped out of the morgue, the cemetary looking the same as earlier, only the weird presence was gone. In the distance, he saw your figure looking for him. He smiled as he closed the morgue door and started to make his way back to you.
A/N: People who are either 30+ or younger than like 15 reading Barbatos’ section like: I can’t relate to being a child in 2007 Also Solomon’s part is giving me flashbacks to the time I was working at a graveyard and no one else dared to clean the morgue so I always had to do it. Once again, comments, likes and shares are always appreciated!
Obey Me! You meet someone special to them [Side characters]
This is a little trope I came up with for the side characters.. I think it’ll be more difficult to implement for the brothers, so I’ll just leave this one here.
What if you met someone who the side characters used to really care for but that are long gone? What were their relations to them? What would they like to say to you or the side characters?
Honestly, probably none of this fit with the canon but it’s fun to imagine these types of situations. Most of these are kinda angsty and some of them imply to romance between MC and the side character in question.
Read the imagines down below!
It was 3 am as you opened your eyes, sleeping next to Diavolo in his huge, luxorious bed.
You watched him breathe and slightly snore and couldn’t help but smile.
However, you needed to use the bahtroom so you quietly got up from the bed, trying your hardest not to wake him up.
You glanced back as you exited the bedroom, making sure Diavolo was still calmly sleeping.
But when you got back from the bathroom, you noticed a figure at the doorway, staring at the sleeping prince.
Your first reaction was fear and worry; Who was this person? Why were they staring at Diavolo? Were they a secret admirer or perhaps just one of the servants? Were they planning to assassinate him?
So you quietly tiptoed behind the figure and mustered up all your strength before punching them from the back-
Only for your hands to go straight through them!
The figure turns around, a slightly humored smile on their face. In the darkness, it was hard to see their features fully, but you noticed it was a woman; a beautiful young woman at that.
“Hello, MC.” The woman spoke quietly and nodded as you politely. You didn’t know what to say.
“W-Who are you? How did you get in?!” You questioned the woman, trying to keep your panicked voice low, “If you don’t leave, I’ll wake Barbatos up to kick you out!” you threatened the woman
The woman chuckled with a forlorn smile, “How did I get in? Darling, I never left.. Not really.” she sighed and glanced back at the bedroom.
“Can’t you just tell me who you are.. Please..” you asked, your nerves eating you alive inside out.
“Very well.. I’m Diavolo’s mother.” the woman answered and you felt your heart drop down at your stomach. You’ve been talking to your possible mother-in-law like that?! How come you’ve never met Diavolo’s mom?
“Wait, how come Diavolo has never talked about you? He only ever mentions his father here and there..” you questioned, utterly confused.
The woman hummed with an unreadable expression, “Diavolo doesn’t remember me. Not many do. My pregnancy was kept a secret and as soon as I had given birth to my baby boy, I was executed.”
“Executed?!” you yelled and the woman had to hush you
“Yes. The Demon King.. He’s not a good man. I’m glad my son has turned out to be a much more admirable demon, even without my guidance.” Diavolo’s mother explained and turned to look at his son again, unshed tears gleaming in her eyes.
“But I never left. I’ve kept watch on him this whole time. He is my baby, I could never abandon him,” her voice wavered with emotion, “Not many people know of my existance.. Barbatos does. But I’ve told him not to bring up my existance with my boy. I think it’s better that way.”
“But wouldn’t Diavolo want to meet you? Don’t YOU want to talk to him?” you asked the woman, still looking into the dark room, staring at the sleeping shape of the demon prince.
“He has moved on. It’s been a very long time.. And well.. This is enough for me. Just to be able to see him.” she spoke quietly, leaning against the door frame, “You’ll stay, right?” she suddenly asked.
“Huh?” you yelped in surprise as the woman turned to look at you once more with a warm smile that reminded you a lot of the way Diavolo always looked at you.
“You’ll stay by my son’s side, right? He needs you more than you think he does,” Diavolo’s mother chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulder, “He might be all-powerful and positive but deep down.. He has never received the type of love from anyone other than you, and he depends on that love like it’s his lifeline. I know it from the way he looks at you.. The way he smiles at you.. The way he speaks to you.. The way he holds you.. The way he kisses you.”
You were silent for a moment, wondering just how much of your relationship this ghost had been watching, “I’m not going anywhere.” you finally promised, looking the woman straight into her transluscent, golden eyes.
Diavolo’s mother’s eyes lit up with happiness, “I’m glad. I’ll haunt you if you do leave or betray him,” she winked at you mischievously before throwing one last glance at her sleeping son, “I think I’ll be going now. Give my son all the love I was never able to show him. I know you have made him and will continue to make him so very happy.” She grins before walking off into the darkness, disappearing as she had never even been there.
You just stand there, your head still reeling from your encounter and exchange of words. You’re only broken out of your trance when a tired voice calls from the darkness of your bedroom.
“Mmh.. MC? Is everything okay? Come back to bed, my love..” Diavolo beckoned you, rubbing his tired eyes as he sat up in his bed, reaching out for you with a tired smile on his face.
Barbatos had graciously invited you to have some tea with him and who are you to turn down the hot demon butler?
So that’s why you were now in front of the castle doors, knocking, waiting for someone to open the door for you.
The doors opened slowly and you got ready to greet whoever opened it for you, knowing most of the castle’s workers and servants by their names already.
“Oh, thank you for opening the door for me, Barbatos invited me, Hello-” you explained as you laid your eyes on the person on the other side of the door, “…Who are you?” you asked, not recognizing the demon. He was wearing a servant’s outfit but you had never seen him before.
“Hello, MC. Barbatos has been expecting you.” the demon smiled politely, standing back and letting you enter.
“Are you new here?” you asked, wanting to learn the demon’s name. There was something familiar about him, but you just didn’t know what..
“Oh, no. I’m one of the longest serving servants here at the castle.” he nodded formally, not even blinking.
“How come I have never seen you before..?” you questioned but the man didn’t answer, “It’s fine, I guess.. What is your name?”
“My name is Murmur, I am a Great Duke and Earl of Hell, at your service,” Murmur bowed down to you, his gaze piercing, “Pardon me if I am overstepping any boundaries, but would you please spare me a few minutes of your time?”
“Huh? But I’m supposed to meet up with Barbatos..” You tried to let him down gently but Murmur’s patient smile didn’t falter.
“Barbatos can wait for a few minutes. My matters are urgent. Please follow me.” He said and lead you to the servant’s wing of the castle. You couldn’t help but follow, feeling intrigued. Weirdly enough, the entire wing seemed to be deserted.
Murmur took you to a dimly lit room and let out a long sigh after closing the door. When you looked at him again, you realized his form was now transparent.
“Oh, you must be surprised to see me like this. Do not worry, this is normal for me. It is hard for me to keep up the corproreal form for longer periods of time.” Murmur explained as he sat down on one of the sofas. He looked older than before.
“So.. Why did you drag me here?” You questioned, looking down at your shoes.
“Ah yes. I wanted to talk to you about Barbatos.” Murmur nodded.
“Barbatos? Is there something I should know about him?” You asked, trying to pry the information out of the mysterious demon.
“I suppose, yes. But before that, you should get to know me.” Murmur smiled enigmatically.
“What do you mean?” You questioned with a confused tone.
“As I mentioned, my name is Murmur. My power is to oblige the souls of the deceased to appear before their conjurers to answer every desired question,” Murmur told you, “And Barbatos and I go way back. I have known him longer than Lord Diavolo or even his father has. We even entered the castle together.”
“How old ARE you guys?!” you gasped, trying to wrap your head around the new information.
“Older than what a human mind can understand,” Murmur smirked, “We first served the Demon King. We were both butlers; Barbatos was responsible for everything related to eating and drinking, I oversaw the cleanliness of the castle. We were inseperable; like two sides of the same coin.”
“What happened then? Why are you transluscent?” you held your breath, imagining how life for Barbatos was back then.
“I fell in love.” Murmur smiled sadly, and you swore you could have seen his eyes tearing up although I was hard to see.
“With whom? Barbatos?” you wondered out loud and received a breathy laugh from the ghost of a demon.
“Oh my, of course not! Barbatos is like family to me,” Murmur shook his head, “I found myself unable to stop thinking about a certain lady The Demon King was courting. He only saw her for her looks; silky auburn hair, tan, glowing skin, gorgeous golden eyes, a delictable body, a warm and inviting smile.. But to me, she was much more than that. She was very kind, witty, nurturing, neat and loving. If she hadn’t been a demon, I’m sure her soul would have been the brightest, shiniest and purest kind.”
You thought back at his words.. That description seemed to fit someone else you knew, “What happened next?”
“She felt the same way about me, that silly lady. Who was I to turn my dream woman down? We started a secret affair,” Murmur recalled with a fond smile, “Eventually Barbatos found out. He adviced me to stop before anyone else found out.. But I was unable to stop seeing her. I loved her so. Barbatos didn’t really understand, but didn’t blow our cover either.”
You had an inkling of what would happen next in the story, dreading to hear the end.
“After some time, we found out that she was pregnant. I was both overjoyed and scared. We didn’t know whether the baby was mine or the Demon King’s,” Murmur sighed and closed his eyes, “We knew we had to come clean. There was a chance that the baby would have been illegitimate. So we told the Demon King..” Murmur stopped, taking in a deep breath.
“He didn’t take it well, did he?” you sighed, your shoulders slumped.
“No, he did not. He locked me up, torturing me whenever he felt fit. He locked her up too, but did not torture her. However, after giving birth to her son, he executed her. He made me watch it happen, helplessly tied up. I never got to meet the child, either. Not when I was alive, anyway.” Murmur revealed the horrible truth, one that you had seen coming but did not want to believe in.
“Wait.. Is that child.. Lord Diavolo?” you questioned and Murmur nodded, “So, who is Lord Diavolo’s father?”
“There is perhaps only one being who knows the answer to that.. But he has sworn to keep that secret forever”, Murmur answered your question, “The night before I was executed, Barbatos came to see me. He offered to let me go and told me to run, but I refused. I just wanted to see my love again. Barbatos didn’t understand that time either. He did not understand why I was willing to lose my life for love. But I understood. And I think.. Barbatos understands now, too.” He fixed his gaze on you with a knowing smile.
“What do you mean by that?” you asked, taken back by his words. Murmur only chuckled while shaking his head.
“If you do not know it now, you will one day. Thank you for listening to my ancient story. I do hope it was not awfully boring,” Murmur thanked you with sincerity, “Now, I know I have already overstayed my welcome, but.. Would you mind giving this to Barbatos?” He asked and handed you something.
You took the item from his hand; it was an old locket, “Can I open it?” you asked but Murmur shook his head.
“Please do not. Barbatos can share it with you if he wishes to; but for now, I think the contents of this locket are better to be shrouded in mystery.” Murmur said apologetically before standing up, his form wavering even more.
“Will I ever see you again?” you suddenly question Murmur, feeling like he was an old friend leaving for a long trip.
“Possibly, if the Fates so allow,” Murmur hummed as he looked you over once more, “Farewell, MC. Please be patient with Barbatos. He feels way more than he lets on.” And having said that, he disappeared completely.
Not even a minute later, you received a worried text from Barbatos, inquiring where you were. You typed him a message, telling him you would meet him soon, putting the locket in your pocket hastily.
You had gone to the town centre of Devildom to hang out with Simeon when all of the sudden he had to excuse himself, having remembered that he had to buy something from a store you two had walked past.
You waited for him outside the store, skimming through your D.D.D with a bored expression on your face.
You were snapped out of your trance only when a pair of hands appeared from the darkness, pinning you against the wall.
You looked up in fear, meeting the cold eyes of a demon with a deformed face who you had never met before.
“Back off! I’m not alone!” you puffed your cheeks, trying your best to appear intimidating, but the demon merely chuckled, “You do know I’m under the protection of Lord Diavolo and the seven demon brothers, right?! Do you want me to summon one of them?!” you added, your gaze unwavering.
“Feisty. I like that,” the demon finally spoke with a humored tone, “Come with me, little one.” he suddenly grabbed you by your wrist and started to drag you away.
“Let go! Do you have a death wish?!” you screamed as the demon dragged you to some back alley.
But the back alley.. Didn’t look like what you were expecting.
The walls of the buildings were painted with beautiful murals depicting a serene, celestial scene.
It had two figures dressed as angels; two that you recognized. One of the angels were Simeon, one of them was the demon who had kidnapped you, albeit his appearance more symmetrical and angelic.
“What.. What is this?” you questioned and reached out to touch the mural. It felt warm under your touch and it seemed to be moving and pulsing, as if it was a living and breathing being.
“My name is Bifrons. I won’t hurt you. Solomon would kill me if I did,” the demon opened his mouth, “I have a pact with him.”
“Sure..” you gave the demon a suspicious look, yet continued to observe the mural. Suddenly the picutre changed. Now it depicted a war, led by another familiar figure. Lucifer, shining bright like a morning star, leading a large group of angels. You could spot Bifrons in the crowd with Lucifer but you saw no Simeon in the there.
“You used to be an angel?” you questioned the demon next to you.
“Yes. Just like the brothers.” Bifrons explained with a wry smile on his face as he kept his eyes on the mural.
Then, another new picture. This time it was of Bifrons, standing above someone who was kneeling down, holding their hands in front of their face to protect themselves. Bifrons was holding a large, golden scimitar, ready to strike down the vulnerable angel..
When the mural Bifrons’ face softened and he lowered his sword, “Simeon, is that you..?” he questioned with a shaky voice. The angel who had been hiding behind his hands revealed his face. It was indeed Simeon.
“B-Bifrons..?” Simeon questioned, tears welling in his eyes, “What are you doing on their side?”
“I believe… This is the right thing to do. I can’t stand by idly any longer, Simeon,” Bifrons spoke, his eyes wide with surprise, “You can still join us, Simeon. Please don’t make me do this..” he pleaded, holding out his hand for Simeon to take.
“Bifrons.. My brother.. If you desert your post, I’m sure Father will find enough forgiveness to take you back..” Simeon shook his head, staring at Bifrons’ hand, unmoving.
“You know I have to kill you..” Bifrons mumbled, his hands shaking, “Simeon, it’s been us two before I was even me.. I don’t want to fight you..”
“Just do it, Bifrons.. If anyone kills me, I’d rather have it be you.” Simeon smiled with pain in her eyes, lowering his head for Bifrons to get a clean cut.
“Simeon, I…” Bifrons gasped, staring at Simeon with teary eyes, “I can’t!” Bifrons suddenly yelled, threw his scimitar as far as he could and ran towards the edge of the clouds, determined.
“Bifrons, don’t jump!” Simeon screamed and quickly got up to run after him, but it was too late. Bifrons jumped off the edge, falling down, his pure white wings burning up and turning into ash, “Bifrons!” Simeon cried out, looking over the edge, tears streaming down his face.
And after that, the mural went still, “Simeon and I.. We were the bestest of friends in the Celestial Realm. We were like brothers.. No, twins even. We just shared a special bond. I haven’t seen him since the fall.. I just haven’t gathered the courage to face him. I was hoping you could.. Help me out.” Bifrons admitted bashfully.
Before you could even answer his request, you heard a voice behind you call out, “B-Bifrons..? I-Is that you?” A familiar voice questioned and the two of you turned around to see Simeon standing at the entrance of the alley, wide-eyed and shocked.
“Simeon, I… Long time no see, eh?” Bifrons chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head and avoiding Simeon’s eyes.
“Bifrons!” Simeon screamed, dropped his shopping bags and ran to embrace the demon, “Where have you been, brother? I’ve looked for you everywhere ever since I arrived to Devildom!” Simeon admitted with a wide smile on his face as he held Bifrons close.
“I.. I was too ashamed.. And I didn’t want you to see me like this.. I’m only a shadow of my former self..” Bifrons confessed but hugged Simeon back.
“I don’t care if your face is deformed. I don’t care that you’re a demon. You’re still my best friend, Bifrons.” Simeon snuggled against the demon with a content smile.
You may have felt slightly jealous, but.. It was a sweet reunion, so you couldn’t be too mad.
It was a beautiful day in the human world. The angels had decided to pay you a visit and you were hanging around in a park.
You were sitting on the park bench, in the shade of a large oak tree, yet you still complained about being so hot and wanting to cool down.
The angels, being used to higher temperatures, offered to go and buy you some soda and ice cream. They promised to be right back as they left you all alone waiting for their return with the cool treats.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the soft breeze and the sounds of nature as you felt someone sitting next to you quietly.
You quickly opened your eyes, half-panicking and half expecting to see either Luke or Simeon but instead your eyes met the dark brown eyes of a young boy.
The boy must’ve been no older than 12. He sat next to you, quietly kicking his feet, avoiding your eye contact with a gentle smile on his face.
“.. Are you okay? Are you lost? Where are your parents?” You asked the boy with a slight hint of worry. You see the boy’s body tense up but then he took a deep breath, composing himself quickly.
“I’m okay. No need to worry for me.. My name is Dawid. But say.. That young blonde boy who just left..” he trailed off, staring into the distance with a smile.
“Oh, his name is Luke. Do you want to play with him?” You chuckled as you took a closer look at the boy’s apperance. Weird, his outfit didn’t seem too modern.. He was wearing a white buttondown, suspenders and shorts.
“We’re already friends,” the boy turned to face you, his cheeks suddenly turning slightly pink, “Well, at least I see him as my friend..” he grumbled and fiddled with his fingers.
“Oh, you’ve met him already?” you questioned, positively surprised, “How did you meet him?”
“It’s been a long time already,” the boy smiled at the memory, “I was playing on a playground when this older, bigger boy walked up to me and took my favorite toy and pushed me onto the ground. I was about to cry when Luke suddenly appeared, stood between my bully and I and demanded that he’ll give me my toy back.”
“Well, did he?” you asked, immersed into the story.
“No.. He punched Luke.” the little boy grimaced at the memory and you felt your blood boil.
“Where is this boy?! I want to talk to his parents..” you muttered angrily, balling up your fists at the thought of someone laying their hands on Luke.
“I took Luke back to my home and helped him patch up. After that we became fast friends.” the boy continued with his story, his eyes scanning his environment, perhaps looking for Luke.
“I didn’t know Luke had a human frie- I mean-!” You quickly covered up your mouth, realizing you were about to spill the beans of Luke’s real identity.
However, the boy seemed amused at your reaction, “It’s fine, I already know of his celestial origins. He told me about it once.”
You wondered whether angels were even allowed to disclose such information to humans! Was Luke going to suffer some negative consequences?
“Luke told me he was assigned to be my guardian angel.. That’s why he came between my bully and I. I was his first human to be guarded, some sort of test to see if he was ready for a promotion.” The boy explained the situation to you in greater detail.
“Well, I’m sure he’s done great job so far!” You smiled, proud of your little angel friend. You were about to open your mouth again when the pained expression on the little boy’s face made you stop in your tracks.
“He was doing well.. Until the war came.” He suddenly closed his eyes and winced, as if remembering a painful memory. You laid your hand on the boy’s shoulders soothingly, only for your hand to phase through him. You pulled you hand back in shock, a realization dawning on you.
“You.. You’re dead?” You asked silently and the boy nodded.
“My home town was annihilated. The death toll was in thousands. There was nothing Luke could’ve done about it,” The boy sighed, looking down at his feet, “Can you relay a message for me?” He then inquired, meeting your eyes fully with shining hope within.
“What kind of message?” You breathed out, not having expected to hear those words from the young ghost.
“Tell him.. I’m sorry he didn’t get promoted. And that I always believed in him, and still do, and that he did an amazing job looking after me. Tell him he was like a brother to me. Tell him that he doesn’t have to keep blaming himself. I know he can be hard on himself..” The boy told you his long list of wishes and you listened to him intently, knowing you absolutely had to remember each wish he had.
“I’ll tell Luke,” you nodded determinedly, “Hey, by the way, can I ask you something? I-” you started but got cut short.
“He’s coming! I need to go! Thank you for your help! Goodbye!” The boy suddenly yelled and pointed ahead where you could see two figures approaching. Before you could ever say your goodbyes, the spirit was gone, leaving you all alone on the park bench.
“Hey MC! I hope you didn’t have to wait for too long!” Luke yelled at you, waving his hands excitedly, “I picked all of your ice cream flavors! I hope you like them!” He kept shouting as he got closer.
“Here, MC.” Simeon offered you the ice cream and soda he was carrying.
“Wait, MC.. Are you crying?!” Luke suddely gasped and only then did you realize that there were tears streaming down your face, “Are you okay?!”
“Don’t worry Luke, I.. I’m okay. No need to worry about me,” you smiled and wiped your tears away, But say, Luke.. Do you remember a little boy named Dawid?“
You were on an adventure in the human world with Solomon, trying to find some rare ingredients.
You had split up around this abandoned town near a desert when out of sheer curiosity, you entered one of the remaining houses to see what’s it like inside.
In what you supposed to be the old living room, you found a woman standing with her back to you.
The woman turned to face you with a mysterious smile on her face, "Hello. My name is Naamah. I’m a princess from the kingdom of the Ammonites and Solomon’s wife.”
The last word the woman had said, wife, made your heart sink. Did this mean Solomon had been married this whole time?! How had he let that one slip?! You felt your face growing warm from either anger or embarrassment.
Naamah however seemed to sense your discomfort, “Or should I say, ex-wife.” she added, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards.
“Wait, so you’re divorc-” you began to speak but suddenly shut up when you thought of her previous words further. This lady was an Ammonite princess? The kingdom of Ammon has not existed in.. Centuries.. Millenias even.
The story of the Wise King Solomon came back to you. You guessed it made sense that someone as old as Solomon had been married before. You couldn’t really hold it against him, right?
You took a closer look at Naamah. She had long, brown hair, dark and warm eyes and she was dressed up in a beautiful silk gown, accessorised by extravagant jewellery. She certainly looked like a princess. You felt slightly ordinary standing next to her.
“Well, what are you doing here? Do you.. Do you want Solomon back?” you asked, unable to hold your tongue back any longer. Just the thought of conversing with someone Solomon used to be in love with made you somewhat jealous.
The woman’s laughter rang inside the room like a bell, “Oh no, you’ve gotten me all wrong!” she giggled, humored by your jealosy, “If you feel jealous, imagine how I felt having to share him with nearly 1000 other women!”
“1000?!” you didn’t know how you had forgotten the stories about him having 700 wives and 300 concubines, “I’m gonna kill him..” you mumbled angrily.
Naamah finally caught her breath after laughing so hard, “We’re all dead. We’re no competition to you, sweetie. The dead own nothing. There’s no penny to my name, no contracts tying me down, none of my previous life.. Solomon’s all yours.” she smirked.
“What made you think I even wanted him..” you rolled your eyes, your cheeks burning up again. Naamah shook her head with an exasperated sigh.
“Don’t hold his past against him. Solomon.. He has always been a free-spirited man, hard to tie down, but he’s done plenty of good, too. His intelligence and experience precedes him and is rivaled by no other living human.” Naamah spoke gently yet firmly, like looking back at a memory you treasured but were over with.
“I just.. Feel so meaningless in this constant stream of life. My life will be gone in what feels like a minute to Solomon. How could I ever amount to anything special?” you sighed, finally admitting your fears regarding your relationship with Solomon to anyone.
Naamah look at you with understanding eyes, “You’re already special to him. You might not see it that way but.. You’ve made him feel whole again, after feeling so dispersed and incomplete for hundreds of years.” she let you know with a smile.
“I don’t follow..” you mumbled, shying away, feeling like all air had been sucked out of the room.
“Solomon never remarried after his days as the King of Israel. He swore off marriage altogether. I can understand his reasoning,” she chuckled while examining her fingernails, “But I could see him taking that step again with you someday, as long as you’re interested in that.” she just dropped a bomb like that on you and expected you not to flounder.
“M-Marry me?! What are you talking about? That’s.. That’s insane!” you squealed, not knowing where to look and how to breathe like a normal person.
“Hey, if you know any nice single ghost gentlemen, can you put in a good word for me?” Naamah grinned mischievously before she froze and her smile disappeared, her eyes staring at something behind you.
“What?” you asked and turned around, only to see Solomon standing behind you.
“Naamah, that’s enough. Quit scaring my apprentice.” Solomon laughed yet you could sense something tenser behind his laughter. Something troubled.
“Aww, Sol. I just wanted to see who this person you’re so smitten with is like,” Naamah chuckled, having regained her composure, “Ah, and now that I remember, Sol. You haven’t been paying your child support in SUCH A LONG TIME-”
“Number one, child support did not exist during your lifetime. Second, Rehoboam has been dead for a long time. Third, you’re a ghost, you don’t need money.” Solomon sighed with a knowing smile, fully aware that his ex-wife was merely teasing him.
“Okay, okay. I understand. I’ll leave you two be,” Naamah chuckled as she started to disappear, “Oh! And if you two DO get married, please don’t forget to invite me!” she called out as she was disappearing, he voice getting smaller and quieter by the second before fully disappearing into the void.
“.. Does she appear to you often like this?” You asked Solomon, crossing your arms. You had many questions to ask from him.
Solomon cleared his throat, not meeting your eyes, “Not really. Maybe every 300 years or so unless something special takes place. She’s the only one who has stayed in contact with me all this time.”
“So.. I want to know more about the rest of your wives..” You spoke with a dangerous tone.
“Oh brother..” Solomon sighed, shaking his head.
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*Simeon sees Bifrons*: Bifrons, Where the hell have you been, loca?
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