***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
***As some of you may know, today marks one year since my precious kitty Oliver passed away. I’ve cried a lot over the past 24 hours, and I’ll probably cry even more as I write this, but I wanted to write a little something to say goodbye and what I would do if I could see him one last time. I promise no animals will die in this fic. So, in memory of Oliver, let’s do this.***
Summary: MC and Satan are walking around downtown when MC spots a familiar face … a small, furry face.
CW: Grief, mentions of past animal death
You giggled at Satan as he walked ahead of you shaking a bag of treats. “This is ridiculous,” you teased as softly called out to the invisible cats that he seemed to tracking.
He shot you a quick glare, that held embarrassment more than anything, “No. What’s ridiculous is that you’re not helping me. I thought you agreed to come along to help me find and check on any strays we find, not mock me.”
You smiled fondly at the demon as you began to lightly shake your own bag of treats. “My bad. I guess I’m not used to seeing you so … relaxed.”
Satan averted his eyes; you weren’t wrong of course. But he had cats and you — two of his most favourite things in the world — there wasn’t much to be stressed or defensive about with that combination.
“Meow.” Speaking of cats…
Satan’s head whipped around, trying to find the source of the adorablenoise. You looked alongside him, but at a notably slower speed with a nostalgic smile on your face. “Huh. That sounded just like-” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on a small, fluffy grey lump sitting in the ally way before you — A white-tipped, tail swished nervously behind it.
Satan frowned in confusion as he glanced between you and the cat. You had gone completely still. Your eyes were wide in complete disbelief as, much to Satan’s horror, tears began to line them. The cat on the other hand stared straight back at you, equally as still, only breaking eye contact to glance over at Satan with a mistrusting squint.
“O-Oliver?” You choked, and the cat’s ears perked right back up as it turned its attention back to you. As though responding to your call, he let out a soft mewl and rose onto all fours.
Satan watched in equal parts bewilderment and fascination as you ever so slowly kneeled close to the ground and stuck out your hand. “Ollie. Oliver. Hi,” you breathed. “Hi baby. Come here. What are you doing out here, huh?”
The cat meowed again, louder this time, taking a small step back as he glanced at Satan. Your breath caught as panic filled your face for a split moment as you took a step closer to the creature. “Hey, it’s alright. That’s just Satan,” you replied as though you could perfectly understand what the cat had sad. “He won’t hurt you. I promise, baby. J-Just come here. Come here, p-please.”
Satan had never heard you sound both relieved and happy and so incredibly heartbroken.
And then, with one final glare over to the blond, the cat slowly and cautiously approached you. You froze, holding your breath, until it gently nuzzled its head against your hand.
Both you and the cat seemed to melt at the contact.
Your shoulders shook with repressed sobs as you quietly ran your fingers through its long, grey and white fur with one hand and covered your mouth with the other.
Now Satan was truly and genuinely concerned.
He carefully placed a hand on your shoulder, allowing his thumb to rub small circles into your shoulder. “MC… Do you know this cat?”
You hiccupped as you nodded and began to scratch the under the cat’s chin — which the animal eagerly leaned into. “This is Oliver. H-He, oh god, He was my cat,” your lip wobbled as you looked up at Satan in pure, desperate, loss — Satan felt his heart crumble at the sight. “He died last year. I-It was really sudden and unexpected. I d-don’t understand. How is he- It shouldn’t be possible for me to pet him right now,” Oliver butted his head against your knuckles, as though reminding you of the reality of his presence — the action only moved to draw a sob from you.
Satan smiled sadly at the sight. “Ah, I understand. Well, MC, you know how you humans tend to call cats ‘little demons’ or 'the embodiment of Satan?’” He questioned.
You sniffled as you narrowed your eyebrows at him. “Y-You’re joking.”
The demon laughed, causing the cat to flinch back a bit. “I’m afraid not. While they aren’t remotely demonic while on earth, they do come down here to enjoy the chaos of the Devildom in their afterlife. It’s why we have so many strays.”
You squeezed your eyes shut as the hand you were petting with gently clenched around the fur on the back of his head. “S-So this … This is actually him?”
You cried when Satan nodded in response. He watched quietly, his heart both clenching at the sight of you mourning, and warming at the sound of the purrs that Oliver was releasing.
Once your eyes were red and puffy and your chest ached from sobbing, you massaged the tip of one of his ears and finallysmiled. “I can’t believe it’s really him,” Oliver lifted his white chin, seeking the comfort of your palm. You were quick to oblige him. “I never thought I’d see him again. I never thought I’d hold him. The last time I held him, h-he was so still and heavy. When … When the vet brought him out to us, he was wrapped in a blanket and they had him on his back, a-a-and I just knew that he wasn’t there anymore, even if they said he was still alive. Ollie hates being o-on his back while being held. He likes know-knowing he can get away if he wants to. I-It was my last time holding him, a-and he wasn’t even there.”
Satan squeezed your shoulder, wishing nothing more than to scoop you into his arms and comfort you. But he saw the way the cat was still eying him with caution. He didn’t want to risk spooking the poor thing.
“He’s here now,” Satan whispered instead. “I know this must hurt, but he’s not going anywhere. He appears to have made himself very comfortable in your lap,” you let out a wet giggle gently kissed the top of Ollie’s head. “If you’d like … We could take him back to the house with us.”
Your grip momentarily tightened around the cat as you looked up at the demon with watery eyes. “R-Really? B-B-But what about-”
“I’ll take care of Lucifer,” Satan reassured gently. “Don’t worry about that. Just focus on getting reunited with your cat. I have all the supplies you’ll need in my room.”
You reached up and grabbed onto Satan’s hand, gripping tightly as tears ran down your cheeks. “Yes. Yes! Th-Thank you so much. You … You have no idea how much this means to me.”
He chuckled and affectionately ruffled your hair. “I think I have an idea.”
***
Lucifer eyed Satan and the empty chair beside him suspiciously as his brothers began to scoop food onto their plates.
The two of you had left earlier that morning for Satan’s usual Saturday morning search for felines. He had heard the door open upon your return, but by the time he made it to the lounge, he could hear the echoing of your bedroom door slamming shut.
Now you were absent, and Satan was smiling. None of these meant good things for him.
Lucifer cleared his throat as he began to cut into the meat on his plate. “Satan, where’s MC?”
The blond’s expression didn’t budge in the slightest as he grabbed a second plate and began to put a portion onto it. “They probably won’t be down tonight. In fact, I’ll be bringing them their meal in a minute.”
The table went quiet as they all turned to Satan — he continued to carry about his business as though nothing was wrong.
Lucifer felt his forehead pulse in annoyance. “What do you mean they won’t be down? Why?”
Satan shrugged and scooped an extra portion of fish onto the plate. “They’re spending time with Oliver.”
What quiet had remained from the last time the Avatar of Wrath opened its mouth was instantly shattered. “WHAT?!” Mammon screeched. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Who the hellis Oliver?”
Levi nodded frantically as he pointed at Mammon in agreement. “A-And why is he in their room?! How are you so calm about this!?”
Lucifer groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Satan,” he growled. “I swear, if I go to their room and there is a fucking cat in there I’m-”
“Going to do absolutely nothing.” Lucifer paused at the deadly cold tone lacing Satan’s tone. He looked up and found himself instantly drowning in vats of boiling acid as his younger brother scowled at him. “They have already been separated for fartoo long. That cat is everythingto them, and they just got him back. If you so much as thinkabout separating them I will rip your arms straight from your corpse and turn them into kitten chow.”
Lucifer would’ve rolled his eyes — he always does whenever Satan gets protective over those stupid little creatures.
But Satan didn’t even blink, his voice never once raised above the icy calm it was now. Goosebumps raised on Lucifer’s arms as he realized that the blond was serious.
Asmodeus seemed to realize this too as he chuckled nervously and wrapped an arm around his brother. “He’s not going to do anything to them. Calm down, you drama queen,” he casually taunted while shooting Lucifer a look that pleaded for him to fix this.
The eldest demon sighed and stood from his chair. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to at least meet the furball first.”
Satan watched him for a moment, assessing the lack of a threat in his brother’s stance before nodding. “Fine. But no actually going in. MC said that Oliver was a rescue when they got him, and is very skittish around everyone except them. So … Just be quiet,” his mouth twitched as he peered over at Lucifer. “You’ll see why the cat gets to stay when we get there.”
As Satan and Lucifer left the room, all the rest of the brothers stood too follow.
The blond lifted a finger to his lips as they reached your door. As quietly as he could, he creaked the door open, revealing what was inside.
You sat on your bed, cheeks tear-stained but a bright smile gracing your lips, with a long-furred cat sitting in “loaf mode” on your lap while you attempted to draw. The keyword being attempted, as Oliver kept sniffing at your pencils and looking up at you and your hands in confusion.
The brothers watched as you let out the purest laugh they’d ever heard and lovingly scratched the top of his head. “Such a big sook, aren’t you baby boy?” you cooed gently as the cat let out loud purrs. Your shoulders slumped in contentment as you stared at the creature in your lap with eyes filled with nothing except pure, unyielding love. “I missed you so much, Ollie,” you whispered so quietly that the brothers could barely hear it. “I missed this. I … I miss our cuddles, even if you do drool a little,” you chuckled as you lightly wiped at his chin. Oliver used the move as an excuse to raise his head and demand more chin scratches. Fondness flooded your expression as you bent down and kissed his head. “I’m so happy your home.”
The cat mewled lightly and curled up onto your lap, causing you to positively melt. You gently wrapped yourself around him, abandoning your sketchbook and squeezed your eyes shut as, for the first time in a year, you got to properly hold your baby once more.
Lucifer pursed his lips as he watched the scene. A cat would certainly be difficult to keep around with Cerberus living just outside but …
He sighed affectionately and softly closed the door. He turned and began to walk back to his office, mentally listing the different supplies he would need to buy.
“The cat can stay.”
Anything that made you thishappy would always be welcome into his house.
***Thank you all for reading and for all your constant love and support. I love you guys. Thank you for remembering Oliver with me ❤️ ***
I’m late as always,but that’s not really a surprise anymore…Anyway-
We saw the seven brothers and the undateables getting to celebrate Halloween with MC,but what if MC’s classmates wanted to have some fun with them too?Maybe even with matching costumes,unlike the demon brothers?
Well here they are,all ready to steal MC’s attention away from everyone else~
(These relationships with MC can be seen as either romantic or platonic,it’s up to you)
Zuri and MC:
Domnra(+Mobim) and MC:
Azul and MC:
Demya and MC:
Odon and MC:
Bonus: comments on MCs costumes
Clover(Slenderwoman): “You can try to be as spooky as you want Clover,but you will always be a cinnamon roll” @hyper-super-clover
Violet(witch[?]): “Stunning as always Violet, do we need to say more?” @tokamiart
Camy(Samara): “That is the laziest effort made on a Halloween costume we have ever seen Camy, what the hell-”
And that’s all, happy late Halloween I guessI hope you enjoyed, have a nice day/night and stay safe everybody! ✨
I found this Picrew and said, “Why not make a tag game?”
Your and Your Fav Obey me S.O Kid! You can show more than 1 kid if you see having more than one! You can tag whoever you like! (Idk if I’ll do my other fav demons, should I?“)
LilD1: Mc and I were crossing the street, and this demon drove by and honked at us Luci*Sighing, Taking off reading glasses*What did they do? LilD1: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and… Mc: Who wants a steering wheel?
Belph*about Beel and Mc* They told me they loved me! Who does that? Don’t you see? They’re trying to get me to trust them so they can let me down! Sat*Reading his mystery novel* Crazy idea, you could just say “I love you” back Belph: Yeah, but then if it doesn’t work out, I’ll have to kill them, go to jail, break out, and kill you for giving me that advice*Blushing at the fantasy he has of Him, Mc, and Beel living in a countryside alone* Sat: I love how our friendship is based predominantly on threats*Chuckles at him*
Mich:Uh-oh~ Luci/Sim:What? Mich: Somebody’s in love!~ Luci/Sim:Yeah right*Rolls eyes at Michael teasing*I just think Mc is well accomplished, okay? It’s not like I lay awake at night thinking about them
-At Night-
Luci/Sim:…*Starring at the ceiling with bulging eyes* Luci/Sim:Uh-oh...
Mc: It’s just…I haven’t shaved down there in a while… Beel/Solo:I eat starbursts stuck to the wrapper*Looks you straight in the eyes as he is thriving with your thighs squishing his head*Lay yo ass down
Mc: Barbie, here me out, okay?… The Kids(Luke and LilD’s…Diavolo too for Barbs) are at school…Hear me out Barb: Hmmm?*Smiles at their spouse as their head pops from under the counter kitchen* Mc: A 3-hour makeout session…*Gremlin grin* Barb:… Mc: Wait, I haven’t gotten to the best part! Plus, inappropriate vertical “Devil’s Tango” on the counter Barb*sighs and undoes his apron knot* Mc: …or not…*Pouts sadly* Barb:I never said no, My dear~* cracks his tail on the counter like a whip*
Things Mc Probably has done in the Devildom Part 7
We gave up on trying to make sense of how we ended with 10 demon husbands,2 Angels, An immortal sorcerer as husbands + a reaper wife…and how absolutely idiotic they are
…ok pro is we have an angel and imp(LilD’s)sons and we acquired a fluffy, scally babies
Mc*In Diavolo’s robe with Diavolo and Barbatos sleeping on their shoulders(your guess why they are so sleepy…), looks up from their d.d.d*Oh, what are you doing here the ‘sun’ is up
I truly believe…That While Diavolo looks like his father…He acts and has his mother’s mannerisms
I believed the Late Queen was a free spirit, a bit loud…in the way she speaks even more how she laughs…Diavolo got his loud laughing from his mother…I also believe she was stronger in feats of strength than the king…That’s actually how he fell in love with her…It was an enemies to lovers of an arranged marriage…at first, they couldn’t stand one another given their beliefs…regarding ruling and how the queen loved humankind…this is one of the things Barbatos had the pleasure of being in the same room in their many fits
Demon Queen: I’m not having sex with you
Demon King: Seems rude and also short-sighted
Demon Queen: I look at you and go dry like sand
Barbatos:…‘Demon Queen 1 points, Demon King 0 points’
She would be so proud of the demon Diavolo became…sticking with his beliefs even against the odds…tho she would smack him for kidnapping you without a proper explanation on the exchange student program, She is the real reason Barbatos stayed true to his job, She and Him were best of friends(Tho she the reason he so afraid of rats…), But Barbatos raising Diavolo realized
Barb:…You are just like your mother*smiles at troublemaking baby Diavolo…then frowns at PTSD of the demon queen’s chaotic actions*…your just like your mother…
Overall she was spunky, speaks her mind and heart, wanted the best for her people and loved a very angry demon man, and loved her child more than anything in the 3 realms…She would also happily approve of you and Diavolo…
Aka Dia’s Mama and Late Spouse of the Demon King…I plan to explain my personal headcanons of this beautiful demon lady but decided it is best to wait for tomorrow…But let’s just say…She and Lilith are judging her family for their actions with Mc..and their"head" of their own families…Looking at You Lucifer and Demon King…
She wants to slap her husband…but you beat her to it…
