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“Do you even know how to love?”
Satan
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Wrath was the beginning of his life, he was incubated and brewed in the heart of an angel who held his tongue for far too long, coming into being when an angel of light released a final wail of agony. He tore his uppermost wings from the sensitive flesh of his back, wrath personified lifted himself from the ashes of his wings, and in doing so Satan was born.
He knew little about the world, he was vulnerable, emotional- he was a dangerous piece of the heavens corrupted with temptations of fury.
The others really did try to help him, guiding him with many novels and various amounts of literature, they taught him how to feel.
Or at least recognize the feelings coming to him.
Once you had come around, he had long since attained the role of the well-educated, cynical fourth-born, a title he felt the smallest bit of pride for.
But you made him feel. Truly feel.
When you would annoy Lucifer he would feel amusement, but it would only deepen once you both spent time together, your questions and thoughts on various works he held in his room would intrigue him.
He would feel annoyance, maybe even a little envy, when you would walk into the room with one of his brothers clinging to you- unable to reject them due to the loving heart you held.
He would feel his wrath when you were cruelly taken from him by the youngest of his brothers, his sorrow and shock that mixed into his being kept him from lashing out though, he didn’t know what would happen if you hadn’t come back.
He would feel love when you wrapped your arms around him during the cold Devildom night, nails scratching his head lightly while they trailed to the nape of his neck, his face buried into the crook of your neck while he held you close to him.
These nights were his favorites, where you both curled into one another whispering sweet nothings or even reciting favorite quotes from your most loved novels, his hands would run along your body and he would be amazed at the fact you trusted him to even think of touching you- let alone actually have the privilege of doing it.
You trusted him. With your body. Your mind. Your heart.
He felt everything with you, and it wasn’t just wrath anymore, but he didn’t know that suppression is not quite the same as control.
He figured that out once he released his wrath on you, unsuspecting, undeserving of the venom that was injected into the budding love your heart held for him, never giving it a chance to bloom into its beauty all because of him.
Him.
Your face is blank as he looked at you, brows furrowed and teeth bared, his horns curled against you with his tail thrashing, a dull neon green started to line his skin revealing a deeper and more demonic nature that has yet to be seen.
Your eyes, oh your eyes, they hold the broken pieces of your heart, the blood that falls turns into glossed tears as your hands curl into fists. You give him a sharp look and shock runs through him.
You never looked at him like that.
That hatred, sorrow, betrayal you had only saved for two demons in the past now held a third owner. He didn’t want that. He wanted something else, to go back, back to when he wasn’t a yelling and screaming mess at your feet- because he couldn’t control his wrath.
“Do you even know how to love?” Your voice was soft, but the venom you now held corroded into his bones, stinging and eating at his soul. His eyes widened at that.
Of course he knows how to love.
Tears well up, surrounding the emerald in his eye, the neon in his veins fade and his tail stills before dropping straight onto the floor with a loud thwack.
He never wanted to have you just hold him more than now.
He wanted to sob, apologize, he felt like he owed you everything he could offer you and more. But he snuffed out his chance to do so.
Of course he knew how to love.
He loved you.
“Of course I do.” He started.
“I love you.”
But did you love him, even after all he’s done?
No, you couldn’t.
Not when he broke that trust he so desperately longed for.
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“Are you satisfied now?”
Satan
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The scents of old wood and smoke filled your senses, the warmth of the fire spread throughout the room, clashing with the natural chill of the Devildom. You curled deeper into the couch, your books, notes, and pens laid in an organized pile on the table next to you, your mind shutting down for the day and ready to enter into a comatose state.
A smile came to your face, soft thuds and muffled sounds indicated the brothers were still occupying the house, leaving you satisfied knowing that all was in its place.
“Fucking hell! I’ve had enough of your complaining, Asmodeus!” Oh no.
“Satan, please! I need one of your spell books to catch up on some hexes! Solomon and I-” Goddammit.
“Good bye, Asmo!” He yelled, breathing heavily and slamming the door and waking you entirely. You only rolled your eyes and covered your head, effectively making you look like a pile of blankets and pillows on the couch, trying to ignore the fuming demon. He usually wanted to be alone when he needed to calm himself, so speaking with him will only push him further, and at least if you fell asleep he wouldn’t care for your unconscious state.
“Satan, I need this! Satan, I need that! I, I, I! To think they aren’t all just Avatars of Greed like Mammon! Always so fucking needy-” He cut himself off, throwing his fist into the wall, moving to claw at the couch adjacent to you, his tail carving itself into the marble floor.
The sounds made you cringe, marble screeching like nails on a blackboard from the abuse of his tail, the crumbling of the wall when he removed his fist, the tearing of cloth and the stuffed cotton inside from his nails invasion of the seams.
You poked your head up, and only revealed your face, wide eyes laced with fear and entrancement of the being in front of you. How ironic, what was that saying? He is beauty, he is grace, he will punch you in the face?
More like slash it with the claws of a beast.
You could only whisper his name, following his movements as he stopped, turned to you, and his anger only amplified.
“[ Y/n ]... have you been here... the whole time?” His anger seemed to boil over to the point where he seemed calm, making you regret even moving, but you’d rather him not find you on his own accord.
“[ Y/n ]! Answer me!” He yelled, making his way over to you, stopping just shy of the couch that you were curled into.
“I... was taking a nap- I didn’t mean to hear anything.” And that’s where it stood, silent, tense, before he started to throw daggers at you- his words carved themselves in the heaviness of your heart, tears starting to grow in the corners of your eyes.
Word after word, sentence after sentence, he threw everything that was wrong in his world at you. Everything had been fine, with the usual annoyance and fights, before you came.
Now Mammon refuses to step down, Levi won’t stop talking about his obsessions, Asmodeus believes he can find real love, and Belphegor thinks his opinions have weight in the household. At least Lucifer can hide his emotions to not burden the full-blooded demon! Beelzebub is the same as before, though he seems weaker, more loving of his brothers.
Everything was wrong.
And it was your fault.
Because you were helping them.
But you realized, in his barrage of hate for you, that you weren’t the issue- it was him.
Mammon found stability.
Levi found confidence in the things he loves.
Asmodeus faced himself since he fell.
Beelzebub can love his brothers freely.
Belphegor now has a voice.
You didn’t cause that, they made that for themselves, you just pushed the first domino. They wanted it- to better themselves in some way, find some type of peace.
“Are you satisfied now?” You asked, watching as he panted from his raised voice, a glare stuck in his eyes.
“Blaming me... for everything? It isn’t my fault. I didn’t even help.” You got up, throwing the blankets off you as you grabbed your things.
“You just never wanted to be better.”
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“Why would I ever want to be with you?”
Mammon
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He wanted to be with you more than anything, he knew that, his brothers knew that, even Diavolo himself could see the greedy demon pinning over you. But when emotions ran high and affections came, he found himself feeling the familiar flush of heat on his face, and he refused to accept it.
How could he?
He was the scum of the litter, the unwanted and undesirable, the troublemaker who can't seem to ease himself out of his sea of drowning debts. The consistent and harsh words his brothers like to chuck at him always stick in his mind, and they never leave, they mold themselves into his ego and damage any amount of self esteem he had left.
He didn’t deserve love.
He was a demon- THE demon of greed. Mammon, Avatar of Greed, Prince of Hell. He has corrupted many before and is likely to do so again, he’s harmed more witches than he can remember once he was tired of their demands of having his dues paid, and he has killed just for the hell of it at some moments of his life.
Yes, he had some qualities he found semi-desirable, like his small soft spot for children that he refuses to acknowledge. He would be willing to die for his loved ones. He makes sure to watch over his brothers when they seem to be diving a little too deep into their darker natures.
It wasn’t enough to be with you though.
There would never be enough good deeds to make up for what he’s done, and he's accepted it, but damn it didn’t break his heart whenever you even looked his way.
He was open with his affections, he wasn’t scared of loving you, but you loving him would not end well and the thought of something happening to you makes him feel like death is tugging at his darkened soul.
You were affectionate, and at one point, he realized you loved him too. How? He was Mammon, in his head he never said his full joyous title ‘THE GREAT MAMMON’, the demon who tried to sell you for some quick grimm to pay off a witch that kept nagging at him.
So why love him?
He couldn’t let you, and so, here he was. You sat next to him on one of the large stones near a waterfall in the forest that surrounded the House of Lamentation, laying on your back as one hand was in the water, lazily moving it through its icy contents.
You were both talking about the various troubles in your lives, which always led to a rather lengthy talk on how the two of you felt with certain situations and people, but tonight you were talking about your relationship.
He heard the words his heart ached for, the affirmation of your love and trust for him, and your own longing for his heart. You wanted him just as he wanted you.
He could only look out to the water, refusing to smile or cry, because he needed to do what he thought was right. You shifted to look at him, now upright and moving to stand, but the growl that left his chest as low and cold.
You stopped and called for him softly.
“Why would I ever want to be with you?”
He regretted the words as soon as they came out, and he practically heard your heart shatter, the small ‘oh’ that left your lips made him want to throw himself into the lake next to him. He didn’t say anything else, continuing to look forward as you told him you’d be going back to the house, your footsteps fading from his normal hearing.
But he heard it. The tears that fell from your eyes, the soft sobs you refused to let him hear, the shaking of your body as you made your way into the warmth of your room.
Once he heard you step out of the forest he stopped focusing on his hearing, and the sob that tore through him made his throat raw from the emotion, his tears now flowing from his eyes. His nails grew and dug into the stone like a knife through warm butter, his wings now exposed and shuddering with breath he took, his back hunched over to allow the bat-like extensions of his back to curl around him so he could find some sort of comfort.
He was greedy, and that extended to you as well, he wanted all of you and everything you could give him. But he couldn't allow himself to be greedy this time, he truly did love you with his being, and a love with him wouldn’t end well.
He knew love changed people, it made them different, in both the good and bad. He always longed for a lover to make him feel one of the few things he has yet to feel, he was greedy and looked for it in many of the beings he's met, and then you came.
The one time he could satisfy his greed, he couldn’t. Not with you.
Who knew love could hurt so much?
Change you so much?
He didn’t.
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“How do you think this ends?”
Diavolo
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You didn’t regret anything, you never allowed yourself to, because regret always meant that you could never move on from a mistake. The silk sheets that were always gentle on your skin now stung with heartache, your bare body laid on top of your lovers, and dull eyes stared at the closed curtain that led to the balcony overlooking the Devildom.
Nails lightly scratched at the demon's chest, lulling him to sleep further, the small smile on his sleeping face made tears prick at your eyes. You were to leave in two weeks.
Two weeks.
Leaving Diavolo would break you for a good while. The yearning you would feel for his touch, his love, his being would stay with you till the healing was able to take its course. You knew it was going to all come crashing down and you couldn’t stop it.
He refuses to accept your upcoming leave, the program that he had planned to unite the realms- for whatever the real reason was- is ending and you were going to be ripped from him, by his own hand.
He could ask you to stay, but that would be selfish, and that was in a demon's nature- no? But the family you were taken from wanted you back, your friends longed to share their affection with you once again, and your life is ready to pull you into the place you were meant to be in.
And it wasn’t with him.
He slowly opened his eyes, keeping his breathing even, he felt you shift on top of him. Oh, how he wanted to wrap his arms around you and keep you in his hold, marking you up lovingly with those sharp fangs of his wings encasing you from prying eyes.
The Devildom’s prince was in love with a human. One who was to leave his heart, doing so unceremoniously, ripped from the soft padding of the beating muscle to leave him bleeding and aching for the touch only you could provide to mend it.
“How do you think this ends?” His voice was soft, hopeful, yet the sharp intake of air in the middle of his sentence spoke for him all on its own.
He was scared.
Why? Why? He could never regret falling in love with you, it was one of the few experiences in his life where he felt alive with purpose, being with you had him rethink this entire program.
He needed you by his side, next to him in his bed every night, ruling the Devildom with your watchful eye.
But when you pulled away from him, and lifted yourself from his chest, he already knew the answer.
He didn’t want it.
“In heartbreak.”
The tear that left his eye was the first of many, he grabbed you gently, settling his head on your chest as he sobbed on the soft skin that comforted him many nights before.
You did nothing that day, you comforted the only true love you’ve ever known, running your hands through the carmine locks of a shattered prince and whispering how you’d always love him into his ear.
It didn’t help.
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Could you do #2 on the angst list to like Beel or lucifer which ever you feel most comfortable writing about please and I love your writing it is amazing.
“Are you afraid to die?”
Beelzebub
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t.w. mentions + descriptions of gore and body horror, depressive thoughts, death, and dark thoughts.
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Beelzebub couldn’t let go of you, not now, not after what he saw. You curled into him, your body still shaking a bit after having a cry that lasted about an hour, and he knew Belphie would come looking for him soon. He didn’t want to leave your room though, the safety you felt in your bed, the sense of security that you were so desperately trying to build once again.
It was broken though.
And that safety he wanted you to always feel in the house was gone.
For good or the time being he wasn’t sure, not after hearing you cry and mumble to yourself incoherently, his heart was tearing and he felt powerless. Images kept flashing in his mind, one specifically, and he held you to him tighter.
“I’m sorry.” Is all he could mutter, large hands running up and down your form to bring you comfort, and maybe himself to.
You’re here.
Alive.
But, a few hours ago, you weren’t.
Your head pooled blood, your chest had your ribs tearing through the soft muscle, and your spine seemed non-existent- almost like mush. The marks around your neck showed where the claws of his own twin had claimed your flesh, your eyes were bloodshot and lips were swollen, the lifelessness of your face had him tense up and unable to move.
Oh Father, he would think to himself, why them?
When you calmed, you managed to make a small conversation, voice slurred with sleep. He was listening, whispering answers to your delirious talk, he didn’t mind though- as long as you weren’t crying.
As long as you felt safe.
With him.
That’s a start.
He knew he made mistakes with you, threatening your life over some stupid custard that he probably would have found more of later that night, but he was making it up to you, He made a pact with you. He would take care of you when you forgot to sleep or eat from studying too long. He found himself listening to you when you needed to rant, about anything and everything, you always had him on the edge of his seat.
He found himself loving you, and everything you had to give, but damn- he wanted to serve you the universe on a platter and even then you deserved more.
Seeing you like this broke him.
His heart.
He was torn between you and his own twin, though he knew you’d never make him choose, he didn’t know what to do- what to feel. He just wished Belphie never put his hands on you, that he controlled himself once he was free and just went to find him and his brothers, he wished for so little because even a little can change so much.
“Are you afraid to die, Beel?” The question had shocked him, but he didn’t know how to turn the conversation, or how to answer.
“I... I don’t know. Why, [ Y/n ]?”
“It was so bad- dying. It was painful, it hurt-”
“[ Y/n ], please, stop.”
“But after a while, it was peaceful. I think it was after my neck broke-”
“Baby, please.” His voice cracked, he was shaking now, tears spilling from his eyes as he looked down at you. You're laying on his chest, eyes closed, your nails scratching on his skin lightly.
“It was so nice. So, so nice. It was warm. But then- then I got pulled back. I was awake again, alive, not... not broken.”
“[ Y/n ].” He cried your name softly, trying to shake you awake at this point, his soul felt like it was engulfed in hellfire once again.
Falling from the Celestial Realm was less painful than this.
“Why did I come back?”
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Hi! What about Lucifer for “Are you afraid to die?” from angst prompt list? Thank you!
“Are you afraid to die?”
Lucifer
t.w. mentions of suicidal thoughts
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Loving him was never easy. He knew it, hell, he embedded it into his own mind from the time he fell and sold his life away to Diavolo. His pride held him back from being who he used to be, a rather affectionate brother to his siblings and those he loves, it made him close his heart so he can be held to a higher standard.
When he is with you though, his pride simmers and calms, and he's always grateful for when these moments with you come to be. He is far from perfect- something his sin would never allow him to admit aloud- but he knew it.
You never ‘fixed’ him. You never ‘fixed’ his brothers. You helped them grow, helped them discover things about themselves, opened wounds and tended to them properly so that the healing can be final.
He was so, so, so thankful for you, Your voice, your touch, your trust. He loved you and you loved him just as much. You made your way into his heart, wandering into the lonely and abandoned places unintentionally- and cleaning up as you went, making a home from something he couldn’t even think to touch again.
You warmed up to him even after he's threatened to hurt you, maim you, and kill you, you looked past the threats and saw the fear. The fear of more pain to his family. The fear of losing anymore than he already has.
You made sure to give him a piece of your mind though. Usually coming into his study late into the nights and opting to sit on his desk, pulling the demon between your legs, and allowing him to rest his head on your chest with your hands running through his hair. During these times you’d make sure to tell him the truth and only that, while he did the same, you both never let what came from those conversations leave the study.
One night, speaking about his past incidents with you, he started to feel a tug in his heart- he was used to this feeling.
Regret.
Oh, how he wished to go back and grab himself by the neck and silence the threats that he enjoyed to hiss at your fearful form, give himself a punishment fit for the worst of the worst.
You realized at moments like these he was at his lowest.
When he would look back at how he’s hurt his family.
That’s when he would plummet himself into a self-fulfilling prophecy of pain.
Because him of all beings deserved it the most.
Who else hurts Mammon the most? What brother strings his younger brother up by his ankles for punishment?
Who else hurts Levis self esteem? Shaming him at times for the things that bring him joy.
Who else hurts Satan’s sense of self? Being a constant reminder that he was never created out of love, but of hate.
Who else hurts Asmodeus’s heart? Telling him the love he yearns for will never come to him due to the sin that entraps his soul.
Who else hurts Beelzebub and Belphegor’s connection? Separating them was a hell in itself- let alone have them face their traumas alone.
Who else hurts you? Talking down to you because you’re a human and seeing you as a threat when you only wished to help?
It was him.
Only him.
“Are you afraid to die?”
“No. I...” He started, his forehead tucked safely into your neck, a shaky breath leaving his lips.
“I think I would welcome it.”
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“And that makes it okay?”
Lucifer
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If there was one thing each demon prince knew, each resident of the Devildom, even Diavolo himself knew, is that you care for each and every one of the brothers in a specific way to cater to their needs. You were adaptable to each one, and they were grateful for it, but sometimes you pushed it too far- even for a demons liking.
You threw your own well being out of the window when danger came, even if the bothers were the danger, you still held no qualms. You almost didn’t care for your life, from what Lucifer could see, and it worried him.
He saw his brothers go through phases like this, Diavolo in the beginning of his service to him, hell- even he had a reckless phase. But they were immortal. They couldn’t die so easily. Death seemed to forget about their existence.
You were human.
Death had you on his mind, his fingers just a whisper from your skin, his intent and yearn was focused on you- all because you couldn’t just back way for a moment and allow someone else to take the situation over.
He hated that.
He really did.
Why would you do that? Just, throw away your safety, like he does steaks to Cerberus? Act like it was nothing? An inconvenience at most?
Even Mammon was more careful with consequences than you were.
It irked him. He needed to know. To learn just why you didn’t seem to fear death.
“I’m human. I’ve accepted death. I don’t fear the reaper, Lucifer.” You mused. He stared you down, watched as you sat lazily on the chair near his desk, a book held in the gentle embrace of your fingers.
You seemed so at peace with the idea.
So okay with it.
Why?
Why. Why?
“And that makes it okay?” He held his tone with venom, a deep growl came from his chest, but his eyes betrayed them. They were hurt. Worried. Fearful. He looked like a puppy that you had kicked to the curb, lost and hurt that his owner had done him in, his bark was bigger than his bite.
“I need to be okay with it. And you will need to be okay with it too. Because one day, I won’t be here to help all of you, take care of all of you. My time is short, but our time- it’s shorter.” You only chuckled at yourself before continuing, closing your eyes and placing the book on your stomach, laying back.
“I mean, being immortal isn’t all too amazing, when you start to love mortal beings, but I’m sure you knew that. Right, Lucifer?”
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[OM!] Merging Timelines (Lucifer/MC)
Summary: Your nightmares become less frequent the less you refer to the other timeline as ‘yours’ and the more you convince yourself that this timeline is the only one that exists.
Alternatively: After waiting for you to come back, Lucifer goes searching for you to bring you back home.
Alternatively 2:0: what’s better than one Lucifer? TWO Lucifers!!!! But it really isn’t :(
Word Count: 2k+
Notes: Gender neutral reader (”they”); *throws angst at you* like leaving behind the original timeline wasn’t bad enough; I don’t actually remember what Barbatos did to the other timelines– if it was destroyed or if we just broke off into another junction, but I’m leaning towards the latter theory… yknow, for the angst, (had to repost this because tags weren’t working :’((( )
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Every time you encounter something that was different or uncomfortable for you in the Devildom, you adapt. Just as you adjust to being in a timeline you had no intentions of being a part of not out of complacency, but out of desperation.
You scramble to make new memories with the seven demon brothers.
You go along with every antic Mammon or Levi pull you in and drown yourself with face masks and new lotions with Asmo. You cook your favorite recipes for Beel and discuss your favorite genres with Satan. You even help Belphie rekindle his relationship with his brothers; it’s familiar, easy for you to forget what you have lost when you’re busy helping others, even though every time he looks at you, you remember the feeling of his hands on your throat.
Your gaze lingers on Lucifer more, trailing after him. Before he notices, you’re already looking elsewhere, pretending like you don’t imagine time and time again when your hands were on his as he bared his heart and finally allowed himself to be vulnerable around his brothers– around you– before you were swept to the past you had no right to meddle in. Still, like with the other brothers, you do what you can to make up for lost time, even though you feel a sense of dread that you’ll never be able to have the same relationship with the brothers that you had when you bound together against Diavolo for Belphie.
(Especially not with Lucifer, who had vouched for you to find the truth and save Belphie, who let you embrace him in the catacombs and allowed your hands to give him the reassurance he needed to speak, whose concern was etched on his face as you declared that you would go to the past alone.)
Your nightmares become less frequent the less you refer to the other timeline as ‘yours’ and the more you convince yourself that this timeline is the only one that exists.
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Hi! If your inbox is open, I'd like to request a scenario with all (or any) of the demon brothers, + undatables reacting to a blind MC? Like, none of them expected to have a blind human and Devildom and they have to revamp everything to make it as safe for MC as possible. Can be she/her or they/them pronouns for MC. Bonus points if MC is extremely talkative and won't shut up lmao. Thank you!
I’m still learning how I best want to write the Undateables, so I’m sorry if they’re a bit lacking. This was really wholesome to write, thank you for your request! 💜
Lucifer
When first summoned down to the Devildom, MC looked more disoriented than he would’ve expected. “Where am I? Who are you guys?” They hadn’t managed to look at Diavolo yet, even while he was speaking to them. They already put him in a bad mood.
“Didn’t you learn its bad manners to ignore the people that are talking to you? Look at Lord Diavolo while he’s speaking.” Lucifer growled, leaving MC with an exasperated expression.
“I’m BLIND.”
Error.
They were blind?? Humans were so fragile that they could just lose their eyesight?? Permanently?! He’s already got several new grey hairs. He’d have to entirely change up the house, he’d need to have someone with them at all times. How would they read? How would they get school work done?
MC has to explain to him that they’ve been this way for a long time, so they can handle themselves. They’ll have to tell him about things they use to help them out, like a cane for starters. They’ll tell him later how they best do schoolwork, but he’s already busy contacting someone about a cane.
It doesn’t matter what MC says, he now feels obligated to keep them under his watch as much as possible. He’s responsible for keeping them safe after all, and he can’t feel relaxed until he can confirm that they’re okay.
Although he did find out that MC was as talkative and feisty as a human could be. If things went too quiet they’d quickly fill up the empty space with chatter. Not to mention anytime he, or any demon for that matter, went into demon form, the intimidation factor was lost. MC never budged. They didn’t mind standing up to him, which annoyed him greatly, but absolutely blew his mind. How such a tiny human, who didn’t have a major part of functioning, could easily stand up to a demon was beyond him.
When MC first asked if it was okay to ‘see’ him, he had no idea what they meant, but was curious to see where it would lead. He wasn’t aware that MC knew any magic. He didn’t expect MC to come over and gently touch his face, running their fingers gingerly over his features. MC politely asked if he could show his true self, and he agreed. MC drifted their way up to his horns, feeling the texture and shape. They had an expression of awe on their face, probably because they now knew that it was real, he wasn’t human. They struggled to find these supposed wings of his, and with one of his gloved hands, Lucifer took their wrist and guided MC along. They made a little gasp as the feathers brushed against their skin.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, his demon form was supposed to strike shock and fear into people. He was supposed to be respected. He was supposed to be above this. So how was it he was sitting here, MC running their hands all over him, and he was the one who was shocked and speechless. He hated how MC had lost their eyesight, but in this one moment he was grateful that they couldn’t see his reddened face with such an embarrassing expression plastered over it.
Mammon
“What do you mean they can’t see? It’s not that dark in the Devildom. Oi, human, just open your eyes, don’t you know how seeing works?!...Oh...Oooh...”
He had a less than grand first impression when he first met MC, and to be honest, it kept getting worse before it got better. He didn’t know when to shut his mouth. He tried asking Lucifer if they could get a different human, one that wasn’t broken. He must’ve somehow thought that whispering from only about a foot away would keep MC from hearing him.
He didn’t get a different human, he was stuck with them, and he was going to receive a particularly severe punishment that night for how poorly he treated MC. He was in a bad mood, not to mention out of his mind with panic.
“I don’t know what to do with people who can’t see? Can we fix ya? Surely there’s some magic here that’ll make you good as new!”
He tried spells, he tried potions, he even paid a fortune to one of the Devildom’s best doctors. None of his antics worked, and out of all the brothers, Mammon took the longest to process that this was how MC was. It was a part of them. They would be like this forever.
He’ll stay by their side constantly, escorting them by the arm and hand, talking their ear off about this and that to keep them distracted. It causes MC to laugh about it every time. Who needs a seeing eye dog when you’ve got a wonderfully trained seeing eye Mammon. Sometimes he would even pick them up to go up and down stairs if he felt they would be too dangerous.
Anytime they’re at any sort of store, MC will have to touch almost everything, and if their hands brush across anything they like, even if only for it’s tactile nature, Mammon will buy it for them at the drop of a hat. It’ll drive Lucifer a bit crazy over the fact that MC won’t ever have a need for most of the things Mammon buys, but he’ll not bother them about it if he sees it makes MC happy even just to hold it.
MC is super talkative, but it’s typically just to fill empty dark space and make things seem more comfortable, but when they’re with Mammon, they don’t need to say a word. He does all the talking, and MC’s grown accustomed to the sound of his voice. It’s so different from his other brothers, the mannerisms he uses and the slight accent to it. Mammon still doesn’t realize that, for this reason, MC can single him out among the crowds at RAD, or how Mammon can never seem to sneak up on them. MC loves how loud he is. No matter how quiet he tries being, MC can always pick him out of the darkness, for them, he’s always there. Mammon will never say it, but he loves how his human knows him apart from everyone else.
Levi
“Huh, so you don’t watch anime, what a typical normie.”
“I actually can’t watch anything, just for your information.”
Fatality.
He knows the concept of blindness from anime and manga, but it almost seemed as foreign to him as magic seemed to MC. Typically in the stories he saw, it was never permanent, always the cause of some curse or spell or even a fight! MC had gone through none of that, it was what it was.
He almost found it relaxing for a moment, because he felt a bit more confident in himself. MC couldn’t see what an ugly shut-in looked like. However, his moods were quickly dashed when MC tripped over an empty can he had lying on the floor. He caught them from falling but quickly went into a state of despair. He was a dirty trashy shut-in. Lucifer would later find that Levi now had his room clean of trash at all times, his floor spotless.
Levi would absolutely cry, and I mean cry, over the fact that MC would never be able to fully enjoy anime or manga or video games. They could maybe enjoy some Dubbed shows but it wouldn’t be the same. If MC hangs out with him, Levi will give them the full commentator experience. He’ll explain what’s going on in his games or shows in hopes MC can still enjoy his favorite form of entertainment.
The first time in his Demon form, MC stepped on his tail in attempt to get to his wings. He yelped in shock. MC was vastly confused. What was that? Where was his wings? Lucifer and Mammon had wings so where were his? He hated being compared to them like that. He couldn’t fly, he couldn’t look nearly as intimidating. No he didn’t have wings, he just has this clunky ugly tail. MC grabbed his tail, making him turn bright red. They ran their fingers over his scales, petting it, pulling it out to see how long it was. MC endlessly talked about how cool it was, and how it felt amazing to touch. Lucifer and Mammon didn’t have a tail. Levi never felt envious of not having wings ever again.
Satan
He can’t believe his brothers didn’t know that humans were capable of being blind. They were extremely fragile creatures but somehow were heartier and more stubborn than they looked, capable of thriving despite everything they go through.
He didn’t know everything about being blind, since it never seemed to come up often enough for him to need to learn about. So you can bet that in just the first few days MC was there, he thoroughly studied up on anything he thought would help him.
He was surprised to find that there was a form of reading available for people who had lost their sight. He had never heard about Braille before this. As a demon who wanted to learn as many languages and reading forms as possible, he was angry he missed something like this.
He wasn’t as angry, however, when MC offered to help teach him how to read Braille if he helped them with their schoolwork and studies. The Devildom school was surprisingly accommodating but until Diavolo and Lucifer finished sorting things out, they couldn’t read any of their schoolwork.
He usually preferred silence, but he didn’t mind when MC would come in his room and feel comfortable enough to talk in detail everything that had happened that day. In return, he liked when MC would listen intently as his narrating voice filled up the room while he would read his favorite stories to them. He loved the way their face would crinkle when he’d attempt to voice a particular character. They put their hand on his chest and would beg him to do it again with a laugh. He’d attempt the line again, MC feeling the deep rumble in his chest. Reading would now not be the same without them.
The more he got to know them, the more the heat in his chest over their blank non-focused eyes grew hotter. How could they not see? How could someone like them be deprived of something like that? He couldn’t show them art, photographs, the beauty of the Devildom’s stars. MC assured him that it was alright, anytime they wanted to know what something looked like, they would ask him. Anything he described sounded like poetry. With him around, his words would be enough.
Asmo
Blind, as in they couldn’t see anything, see him?! His radiant shine? His picture perfect features? His allure? They wouldn’t see any of that? He was astounded. He was upset. He was dramatically depressed. He got over it pretty quickly, though, he’s very attractive yes, but all of his other qualities were just as attractive.
He’ll help tweak their uniform, he’ll buy them clothes that not only feel amazing, but look amazing. If touch is important to them, he’ll get them lotions, skincare products, anything they wanted to keep them well taken care of. Their hands will never worry about being dry.
He loves when MC touches his face to know what he looks like. He’ll use this as an excuse. “How do you know it’s Asmo? I might have put a spell on my voice, double check.” He’ll put his hands over theirs while they amuse him and feel the details on his face down to the bridge of his nose.
One particularly pleasant evening for Asmo, he goes on and on about new clothes he bought, and then brings MC into it.
“Right right? I think it’ll look ravishing on me, the color matches MC’s eyes.” MC smiles and states that they had forgotten their eyes were that color. Asmo sits there for a moment before shrieking, standing up so fast his chair falls over. “You don’t even know what you look like!”
Of course MC had a pretty general idea of what they looked like, but yes he was right for the most part. They didn’t understand why Asmo was so shocked about it. However, Asmo refuses to let this go, and he takes them to his bedroom describing MC down to the bone. He’ll tell them what their eye color reminds him of, the particular way their eyelashes curl, how their complexion looked under the moonlight. He’ll go on and on and on, not realizing that he’s never ever spoke so long about someone else before, so MC lets him continue. They’ve never cared about appearances before, but the way Asmo talks about them makes them cozy on the inside. He made them feel like the most gorgeous thing on earth.
They’ll then change it up, making Asmo close their eyes as they talk about all the things about him that they love. The way the air smells around him when he comes into the room. The way his tone raises up when he’s excited about something. The way his footsteps sound on hard surfaces. They adore how one side of his hair is longer than the other. They love his presence. Asmo is dumbfounded, no one has ever described him in that way before. He’ll melt and might call a doctor for this strange new feeling in his chest.
Beel
They can’t see anything? Can they at least eat?? Well then it’s not the end of the world. If MC had somehow been deprived of taste, he would’ve really been upset. Food doesn’t have to look great to taste great. Still, the fact that they couldn’t see made the Devildom even more dangerous, and he didn’t want anything to happen to them. He couldn’t let anyone get hurt around him, not again.
He’s among the most considerate of the brothers even though he’s not used to being around someone that can’t see. He’s real worried he’ll hurt MC, so he’s always extra careful. He’ll announce that he’s beside them even though they heard his footsteps near them and could feel the heat coming off of his body. He’ll always ask them first if it’s okay to touch them so he can help them out. He’s even extra wary about hugs at first, what if he just...breaks them even more? As time goes by he learns he doesn’t need to walk on eggshells.
He finds it a fun game to let them try to figure out what stuff he made for them before they eat it, more times than not, they figure it out. Then he’ll eat it with them, unnecessarily guiding the fork to their mouth.
If Mammon isn’t by their side, it’s usually Beel who’s next. If he’s not busy with sports or working out, he’ll stick around by MC wherever they want to go. However, it’s usually MC who stays by him whenever he sees something tasty to make sure he doesn’t run off.
MC knew he worked out, but had always envisioned him to be like a big teddy bear. It wasn’t until MC asked to feel him until they understood just how strong Beel was. Under his soft clothes, they felt his tough muscles. He was built like a brick, no matter where they felt him, his arms, his sides, he was completely different than they had expected. His face was soft at least. His hair fun to play with. In his demon form adored touching his horns, exclaiming that they were perfect for fitting doughnuts. He didn’t need to know that, now Lucifer’s going to have to question why in the world Beel has doughnuts stacked on his horns. His wings felt silky and surprisingly fragile despite how strong he felt everywhere else. They were sure they weren’t as weak as they felt, but it let MC know that Beel was still soft. MC couldn’t stop gawking over how big and strong Beel was, pretending to punch him in the gut even though they could probably punch him for real and he wouldn’t feel it.
All Beel wanted was to tell MC how strong he thought they were.
Belphie
At first, he couldn’t believe that, somehow, they had chosen someone who couldn’t even see to be a part of the program. He felt like this supported his idea that it was a terrible idea to begin with, but fortunately, he thought, this made it easy for him to manipulate MC’s actions. How guilty this made him feel, afterwards.
He’d stay silent and sneak around MC, feeling that it was best if they didn’t even know he was there. They knew where he was, no matter how hard he tried. They could follow his dragging footsteps as he lazily walked through the house. His sighs and breathing were also very distinguishable.
They didn’t start getting to know each other till MC was wandering through the house, trying to still burn the number of steps in their mind in this massive place. Their cane found a strange obstacle in the middle of the floor, something that wasn’t usually there. They poked it, it was surprisingly soft. They got down on their knees and reached over, feeling cozy clothes and skin. They found a face and traced it over. It wasn’t anyone they had memorized, so it must’ve been Belphie. Made sense that he was the only one crazy enough to sleep in the middle of the floor. They loved how soft he felt, softer than any of his other brothers. Even his hair was like a velvety down you’d find in a pillow.
They knew he had woken up from his nap. The little muscles in his face were twitching, and his breathing was strained. He was trying to pretend he was asleep, but MC just kept going. They traced down his slender arms to his hands. They were free of any callouses or cuts. They took his hand and grasped it firmly in their own.
“I forgive you, you don’t need to avoid me anymore, or pretend that you’re asleep.” They heard his breathing go still, and then he sat up.
“You knew?”
“I’m not as stupid as people think I am. I may not be able to see, but I can still figure things out just fine.” They gently whacked him with their cane. “So I know you’ve been sneaking around me.”
Belphie didn’t think they wanted him around, after everything he’d done. He was still surprised his brothers kept him around at the end of the day. He just sighed. Emotions were exhausting.
MC felt for his waist and then gave him a tight hug. They knew what it meant to be ashamed of you you were, of the things you’d done, but it didn’t matter. They wanted bygones to be bygones, and they wanted to learn about Belphie for who he really was, not what grief had made him out to be.
MC now finds a new lump in their bed every so often. A lump that moans when you lie on it apparently. Naps are pleasant with him around. MC loves sleeping with their hands in his hair.
MC can’t dream, not in the same way other people do, so Belphie does enough dreaming for the both of them. He’ll share stories of rippling meadows and drifting clouds. He’ll make sure they hear all sorts of pleasant things before they fall asleep. He hopes he can make it up to them.
Diavolo
Figuring out MC was blind didn’t come as a shock, he knew they were after all. He wouldn’t choose someone without knowing the important things about them, and having no eyesight definitely checked out as important.
Knowing him, he did this as a test. He was testing out how the brothers would react and if they indeed could keep MC safe. If a blind human could make it through an entire year in the realm of demons, it would be more than a major success for his program.
The more he got to know about MC, the more he grew close to them instead of just treating them like a test subject or a campaign plan. He loved how they weren’t intimidated by him in the slightest, and he also loved how he could spend hours with them, MC talking the entire time. It drove Lucifer wild, but Diavolo found it fascinating and fun.
“Is this what having friends is like? Amazing.”
He’ll have things all set up for them in a matter of days, having whatever accommodations they need to make their school life as easy as possible. Of course, this supposed ‘special treatment’ didn’t go well over demons who opposed the program. Some demons who disapproved didn’t have the courage to defy him directly at first, but now they were starting to scurry out of the sewers like rats. They headed straight over to Diavolo’s new ‘pet’.
They would abuse MC’s lack of sight to mess with them, stealing their things, purposefully knocking them around since they wouldn’t be able to tell who they were, but any demon who thinks Diavolo doesn’t see everything is sadly mistaken. MC tried standing up for themselves, but they could feel a tremendous and overwhelming presence behind them, larger than anything they had felt before. The demons would gasp, and the bullying would stop. Diavolo would put a hand on MC’s shoulder and they’d never be bothered again.
MC knew that this was the Lord of Demons, but they wanted to feel him in his demon form anyway, should he permit. He did permit, and at last MC was able to figure out this terrifying form of his. In his human form he was large, yes, but in demon form he was even bigger, impossibly big. Demonically big. His horns and wings were sharp and decorated in all manner of jewelry. The skin that stretched over bone to serve as his wings were littered with veins, and even just touching them allowed MC to feel the power pumping through them. He was intimidating yes, but after running their hands over his features, they were able to see how beautiful he was in his frightening glory.
Diavolo won’t tell them this, but they’re the only human who has ever laid a hand on him without immediately perishing or being subjected to torment. He’ll let MC do it again too, if they ever ask him.
Barbatos
The fact that he could’ve chosen a timeline where MC wasn’t like this is irrelevant. MC remained relatively the same throughout the different branches, blind or not. He does have control over time but mostly he’ll let time decide for itself, and he’ll take whatever MC the thread of fate decides to give him in this universe. No matter who shows up, he’ll take care of them.
He’s their secret shadow. MC’s working eyes. Diavolo always has him keeping tabs on them, keeping them safe whenever the brothers can’t. MC at first didn’t understand the whisper in the wind that told them to move to the side right before a demon blazed past. They were confused about the phenomenon of something wrapping around their leg to pull them down to the floor before an object whizzed above their head, causing something to explode behind them. It took MC until they finally heard Barbatos’ voice before it clicked.
When they asked to associate a form with that soft voice, he accepted, the normally even and calm tone just slightly more enthusiastic than normal. He had very wide shoulders and strong hands. Serving hands. Hands that felt almost familiar in a funny way, almost like they were hands that had pulled them away from an problem or two. His hair was longer on one side than the other, and they loved that. Even his demon form was intriguing. In every way that Diavolo’s presence boldly screamed, his aura clearly there, Barbatos was subtle. His horns were different than any horns MC had felt thus far. They were slender, bony, like two skeletal hands were reaching around his face to rest just above his forehead. Even his tail was different, splitting off near the bottom to have two controllable ends. He almost scared MC more than Diavolo.
Sometimes MC will talk to themselves alone in their room, filling up the silent space with their voice so it’s not as dark, not as dismal. Occasionally MC will feel like there’s someone there. Like there’s something nodding along with their ramble in the darkness as shadows quietly tidy up their room. MC will find their clothes folded in distinguishable piles. The floor clear of any potential obstacles. Their cane is easily accessible right near their bed.
“Thank you, Barbatos.”
Sometimes the shadow will answer MC back, quietly drifting across the room to touch MC’s cheek before disappearing like a whisper. The darkness doesn’t seem as lonely anymore.
Simeon
He’s definitely going to be the kind of person who says “There must be a reason if God intended it.” MC had heard that throughout their life too many times. Religious or not, they hated when someone took their life and their disability and summed it up to God’s works. Their life was theirs alone, it belonged to no one else. They have a hard time around this angel at first.
Like Barbatos, Simeon can be impossibly quiet, which makes it hard for MC to be able to tell if he’s moving around. The only giveaways are the sounds his cloak makes, the little diamond shaped decor making slight clinking sounds as he moves. It’s melodic in a way, which MC sums up to angelic grace.
He’s not all bad, though. Yes he does believe God has his hands in all things, but that doesn’t mean he pities MC. That he thinks any less of them as a being. It doesn’t mean he’s chalking up their life to a charity case. He’s actually very sweet and fun. He’s one of the only people besides perhaps Solomon who believes MC is stronger than what they seem.
MC will admit sometimes they absolutely love how much the demons coddle and pamper them, but it can get too much too quickly. So sometimes they’ll run off and hang out with Simeon. He treats them like a person, not like a disability, not like a fragile little flower, but...normal.
“Hello, Simeon here...yes, MC is here...stop screaming, they’re fine...we’ve just been talking.”
He’ll let them talk and talk and talk. He’s quiet himself but he loves to hear MC’s voice. How happy they sound when they share stories and discussions and things that happened during their day.
MC can’t get enough of him now, they love hanging around this angel. There’s no sun in the Devildom, but anytime they’re around Simeon, they feel the same rays of warmth the sunshine gives.
Simeon will never call MC ‘human’ sometimes God’s Miracle, sometimes a Godsend, more often than not, a blessing, but never just ‘human’.
Solomon
Yes, MC is blind, and? He doesn’t care what disability they do or do not have, he still finds them intriguing, and they’re his sole human companion in this place, a kindred spirit.
He’s also mischief wrapped in mystery, so he does his best to teach MC some simple spells to make their life a little easier down in the Devildom. Letting things they drop come right back into their hands, giving a shock to anyone who touches them that they don’t know, simple things like that. He did underestimate MC’s power, though. He may or may not have had seven demons at his door the next day when he learned that MC had accidentally dragged all the furniture in the living room towards them at a disturbing pace after they dropped a schoolbook. He did find it very funny, but taught them how to control their powers better.
MC also doesn’t realize how much magic Solomon uses for their benefit. Objects they feel around for sometimes drift towards their hand. They will magically walk over holes in the ground. If any little pesky demon even dares try to mess with them, they’ll find themselves cursed. He knows that MC has nine powerful demons and two angels looking after them, but he does his part.
When he finally does let MC touch his face, they’re disappointed to find that Solomon is very much in control of his expressions. They can’t get a reading off of what he’s feeling at all. They love anytime the brothers can’t help but let their lip quiver or their eyes flutter. Solomon stays blank, maybe letting them feel a smile on his face, nothing more. However, they are pleased to find not even Solomon can control his temperature, they can feel his cheeks get warmer by the second as they caress his face.
They run their hands though his hair and find that touching him gives them a strange sensation. It’s something akin to static, but without the shock. It’s wonderfully addictive and strange. It leaves their fingers tingling and their nerves vibrating.
Because of this sensation, MC has to touch him anytime they meet. Solomon doesn’t mind, in fact he lives for this. He’ll look over MC’s shoulder and give a small smirk to any of the demon brothers standing behind them. The expressions they pull make everything so much better.
Luke
He’s ready to fight every demon in the Devildom when he learns they’re blind. Everything bad comes from demons, so it had to be one of them, not even hours they had been there before they took MC’s sight!
MC had to calm down the small yapping angel and tell them that they had been this way for a very long time. It just happened, it was just life. He has a very hard time dealing with this.
“But you’re so nice and sweet and wonderful, why can’t you see?” Was he crying?
MC has to promise him that it is okay, there’s still plenty to enjoy in their life. Humans don’t have it easy but they learned to move on anyway. He still doesn’t understand how MC’s not an angel. He suddenly shakes off their supporting words because he’s supposed to be the protector, not a human! He swears to protect them no matter what, no demon will stop him!
He loves to hang out with them, making sure they’re away from demons every now and then for the sake of their soul. He makes sure they’ve been treating MC okay. Even if the answer is yes, he doesn’t care what MC says, he cannot trust demons. So he brings MC the sweets he made to make sure they get plenty to eat. (No, he doesn’t know they can’t live off of sweets just yet)
If he lets MC touch his face, MC cannot get over how soft and squishy this little angel is. He’s just as cute as he sounds.
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Hi again! If it's not too much trouble, can I request the brothers reacting to an MC who usually bottles up their anger (they have a LOT of patience) until one day they just explode? You are an amazing person, and thank you for everything! I hope you aren't pushing yourself too hard!!
Hi, welcome everyone to another episode of Mara Doesn’t Know When To Stop, this time featuring this lovely request! I had a small idea, which then turned into five whole pages for Lucifer alone, so, I will also be doing this request into parts, I really hope you don’t mind! I get a bit carried away sometimes...I admit it... Anyway, Lucifer’s part is first! I hope you like it! 💜
Warning: Angst, arguing, cussing, It does lead to a happy end though, it’s a bit cheesy but sometimes we love it
We All Get Angry Sometimes
Word Count: 2707
He was fully aware of MC bottling up their true emotions. Being well acquainted with angels, he knew, despite all their holy patience, that even they had their limits. He will admit, he was impressed and proud with how far they had taken it, being human after all. Their control was practically as good as his own. No matter what his brothers did, what they said, how much they pushed them, for weeks MC just smiled and swallowed it. He was pleased. Until they could no longer retain their anger, and turned it all on him.
It had been at dinner, nothing unlike their meals every day, except recently Lucifer’s nerves had been on edge. It had been a few days since he had been blessed with adequate sleep, and his brothers were more bothersome than usual. Little did he know, MC’s mental state was about the same, close to the breaking point. An unhappy MC meant unhappy brothers, which meant it would all lead back up the ladder to Lucifer. There was only so far MC could be shoved around, only so long they could stay calm, and Lucifer had been the last straw. No one can really remember how it started, it hadn’t been important, simply some passing comment from one of the brothers discussing recent school projects. MC had scoffed, explaining their thoughts on how ridiculous the rules of said assignments were. Then it all went downhill from there.
“I’m not sure it’s your place to be making claims like that based on what your grades have been looking like recently,” Lucifer quipped. The rest of the siblings prepared to stand up for the human, knowing that MC was typically passive in nature.
Only, that same human beat them to the punch. “So, you’re saying that because I don’t meet your lofty standards, I’m not entitled to my opinions?” MC set down their fork, sending chills down the other demon’s spines as the room went silent.
Lucifer narrowed his gaze, already annoyed with their tone. “I’m merely explaining that maybe your statement would have more merit if you worked a little more at your studies instead of slacking off. And for the record, no, you haven’t been reaching my standards. I honestly expected more from you.” Every member of the household felt that line deep in their bones.
MC’s jaw clenched, the fire building up in their chest overwhelmed them to the point where if they shoved it down any longer, they felt like they would explode under the pressure. “You expected more from me? What more could you possibly want?! You’ve taken my home, my family, my friends, my culture, my time! You’ve constantly belittled me, ordered me around, expected nothing but perfection from me, and you still want more?! What have you possibly done to deserve more of me?!”
He was stunned at first, yes, but it didn’t last long. The shock factor was quickly replaced with a wave of fervent irritation. There’s no surprise he was already in demon form, doing his best to intimidate MC into submission. His eyes were glowing that deep red of his, looking down at the human as he got to his feet. His siblings slowly raised up from their seats as well, at the ready to intervene at any second. This whole event had them astonished to their core. Mammon and Levi had their jaws open. Asmo had his hand covering his mouth. Satan would have appeared proud of MC if not for the wary frown. Beel was instantly engaged in protection mode, already in a stance to grab onto Lucifer if he needed to. The eldest was barely able to control himself. Somehow MC had gotten deep under his skin, his body prickling with anger. “What have I--I’ve brought you into my home, ensured your protection, done nothing but make sure your experience down here is sufficient for your fragile little life! Do Not speak to me that way. Know your place.”
MC was physically vibrating from rage and frustration, their mind clouded with fury. Logic was far out the window now, they simply were saying whatever came to mind. Profanities were no longer held back. “I’m sick of your pompous holier-than-thou shit! I’m sick of working my ass off for you and not being good enough! You have a serious fucking lack of respect for everyone around you!”
The air was thick with his aura, his wings fully extended from his body. “Not another wor-”
“Fuck you!”
In a quick blur of motion, everyone worked together in tandem. As Lucifer lunged forward, his brothers held him back. Mammon scooped MC up in his arms and raced to the safety of their room before MC could get hurt, although deep in his heart he hoped Lucifer wouldn’t resort to violence. Lucifer growled inhumanly, flinging his brothers off of him in a single swift movement, ready to pursue the person that dared attempt to say such things to his face.
“How pathetic for you to have gotten so riled up over a few words from a human,” Satan shouted at him as he got up from his spot on the floor. Swallowing the small lump in his throat, he hoped this would prove a decent distraction as well as a way to snap his brother back under control.
Lucifer loomed over him. Satan seemed hardly disturbed. “Watch yourself.” But Satan’s words proved efficient, Lucifer’s Pride wounded as he realized how quickly he allowed MC’s words to get to him, how quickly he had lost control. All of his sibling’s eyes were on him, observing how he was acting. His head was pounding, but instead of heading up to MC’s room, he swiftly retired to his private study where he locked the entrance behind him. He paced around the area for a while, magically turning on some soothing music as his wings twitched in vexation.
He had been completely unprepared for MC’s retaliation, for their venom towards him, but perhaps he knew there was only so much a living being could take before they snapped. Had he been pushing them too hard? Expecting too much of them? Mistreating them? Had he gone too far? What if this spat ended up becoming a problem for the program? What if MC relayed this to Diavolo? His image, his reputation, they would be tarnished. Did MC think less of him now? Did he really care what they thought of him? He was better than this. He expected more from himself. He lowered his head as he sat heavily down into the chair behind his desk. He sunk down low, proper posture be damned. As he took a deep breath in, he realized he hadn’t been breathing for a while, lungs aching. He hadn’t meant to rub MC the wrong way. He simply strived to lead them towards the potential he knew they had. All he wanted was for them to feel proud of their accomplishments, to show the world what he knew they were capable of. But perhaps, it was unfair for the same standards he kept for himself to apply to MC as well. He pinched the bridge of his nose as that deep breath turned into a heavy sigh. He had failed in nurturing the success they’d already accomplished. He’d made them feel like they weren’t good enough, and now look at what he had done, in front of his family no less. Humiliating.
Meanwhile, Mammon was in the process of rubbing MC’s back as they lay on their bed, screaming into their pillow as angry tears fell from their eyes. They hadn’t meant to snap at Lucifer, it all...was just so much. They finally had cracked from the pressure. Everyone’s expectations had gotten the best of them. Be a human representative. Don’t let anyone down. Don’t show weakness. They weren’t purposefully slacking off from their studies, they just were burnt out, almost completely. Lucifer demanding even more from them...was the last thing they needed to hear today. Their own words made them feel sick to their stomach. Being angry wasn’t like them, it never sat well, which is why they always attempted to bury it in the first place. Mammon continued to tell them to breathe and calm down, doing his best not to freak out himself. He’d never seen his human act like this before. After some time, they both heard a polite knock on the door. As MC tensed, Mammon got up to answer it on their behalf. Lucifer was waiting, back in his casual clothes as his arms were settled folded across his chest, foot tapping impatiently against the floor.
“You’ve got a lotta nerve coming back here so soon,” Mammon scowled. “I won’t let anything happen to them, ya hear?”
“Nonsense, Mammon, I have no intention of harming them, I just want to talk. Calmly.”
“Yeah? Well I don’t think they’re in the mood for talkin’.” Mammon did his best to let his body block the entrance to the room, his shoulders nearly touching both sides of the door frame as he made his stature appear bigger. Lucifer peered over his younger brother’s figure, spotting MC sitting with their legs crossed on top of the bed, mostly calmed down as well, refusing to look at him. He noted the tear stains on their cheeks, and he resorted to having to clench his own teeth to stop the bubbling guilt rising up in his chest. He would make this right, if he couldn’t do this, how could he possibly call himself the wise and mature older brother?
“It’s...okay, Mammon,” MC assured him. The demon of greed scoffed, stating much too loudly that he would be right outside the door. He threatened his older brother not to even think about laying a single finger on them, unafraid of any punishment when it came to protecting MC. Lucifer waved him away with a single hand, too exhausted to deal with him further. As the door shut, he strode over to MC’s bed, chin high but spirits low. He had no intention of apologizing first, but if he could just persuade MC to start, he might be able to swallow enough pride to follow.
“Have we calmed down now?” He asked, MC simply nodding in response. “Very well.” He paused for a moment, letting an uncomfortable silence settle over the room. He did have many things he wanted to say, things he wanted to rectify, but for the life of him, he couldn’t bring himself to say them. Not yet. “Did you have anything you wanted to say to me?”
He observed them fight back their irritation before slumping their shoulders as they gave in. “I’m sorry, Lucifer.”
“And?” His voice sounded like a parent scolding a child, causing MC to nearly flinch in humiliation.
They bit their lip. “And the things I said to you were uncalled for. I know how much you do for all of us...for me.” They sat up a bit straighter as they stammered over the thoughts they wanted to say, to explain their feelings. They were afraid to be honest and vulnerable, much like he was, but they had the courage and humility to be open. It was a trait he secretly admired. “I just...I’m finding it difficult to--to find the--the energy and motivation to make everyone happy. And...and it hurt when…” They looked down, swallowing their emotions once more as they halted their watery eyes from crying again.
Lucifer let his body unwind ever so slightly. It would be rude of him now to not follow their example. “I...regret my words and my actions. I allowed my emotions to get the best of me, it won’t happen again.” He let the conversation fall once more as he took the time to straighten his coat around his shoulders and his gloves tighter over his fingers. “It was not my intention to invalidate your efforts. You’ve already accomplished more than I originally thought you were capable of, and it was foolish on my part to expect more from a simple human.” His rather backhanded compliment forced MC to rest their face in their hands in shame. The nerves in Lucifer’s spine shot a jolt up his back as he realized how terribly this was going. His temples were pounding, and he finally put his pride aside for the sake of reconciliation. He couldn’t stand to be the cause of their distress. MC stiffened as he sat himself beside them on their bed. A gentle hesitant hand hovered above their body before it settled between their shoulder blades. He glanced at the door where he knew Mammon was behind, probably listening in, and so he spoke softer. “I’m...sorry.” He had to ignore how harshly the words hurt him, but something about it was freeing. “I seem to have pushed you too far. I am thankful and truthfully astonished of what you’ve done during your time here. Not only did I cross a line today but I was blind to the fact that you’ve been overtaxing yourself. I know how hard it is to juggle my siblings and my work.”
He allowed his hand to drift up and down their back in a soothing rhythm, relaxing some himself as their muscles eased at his touch. MC finally raised their head from the confines of their palms and looked him in the eyes. “Do you think I’m a disappointment? A burden?” He found himself stunned for the second time today, and for a while he wondered when it was that he could be so easily swayed by the words and emotions of this human. Here he was, not only apologizing, but expending every effort he had in consoling them. He wanted MC to be happy again, because somehow it seemed to make his days a little brighter, his mood a little softer. Perhaps...he cared more for them than he realized. Their shouts had wounded him deeply at dinner, but somehow these new words hurt him more. Their forlorn face spurred an unfamiliar pain in his chest.
“I’m sure it will be hard to convince you after the unforgivable things I said to you today, but it could not be further from the truth. I suppose the fact that you question yourself is one of my biggest failures. Clearly, we have not been communicating properly. For that I am..s...sor…” The words got caught in his throat. Apologizing once had been difficult enough, a second time seemed impossible. Out of the blue, he felt a tight set of arms wrap around his torso. He held his arms up in the air, his body turning rigid as his little hairs stood up on end. MC had pulled him into a tight hug, burying their face in his side. He felt their nose nestle against his ribs. As soon as he found his breath, his arms slowly lowered, settling around the smaller human. His body felt warm. Allowing himself a small smile, he cleared his throat. “I would prefer a situation like this to never happen again, do you understand?” MC detached from his sides, sitting back up as they nodded silently. “So, for the future, instead of quarreling with me, I expect you to come straight to me to discuss any woes or issues you may have. Fair enough?”
“Yes, Lucifer.”
He gingerly brushed his fingers against MC’s cheeks. “But it would be remiss of me to ignore the faults of my own. Since our meal was interrupted, what do you say to me taking you out to dinner, as my way of making amends?”
MC felt themselves blush a bit. “Sure-”
The door burst open, Mammon leading the charge as the rest of the siblings spilled into the doorway. They’d all been eavesdropping. Mammon came over and tugged MC further away from Lucifer. “Oi, what did I say about touching MC?!”
“And our dinner was interrupted too, I think we deserve something!” Asmo whined.
A loud grumble echoed from Beel’s gut. “I’m starving…”
Lucifer’s eyelid twitched a bit, and he gave MC one last apologetic look before he sighed. “Fine...we’re all going to dinner then.”
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Headcannon Quickie:
Mammon is utterly terrified of the dentist. When check up time rolls around, his brothers have to either bribe him an exorbitant amount of Grimm or set up traps around the House to catch him, 'cause he ain't going!
Even if they get him there, he'll NEVER sit in the chair unless Lucifer is nearby to hold his hand. He'd be a hyperventilating mess otherwise.
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people who are hating on azula can take their negativity and walk out the door ‘cause the creators have spoken
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*stomps feet aggressively* MORE BENDERS!! (and asami) BEING!! JOCKS!!
[follow me on ig for more!! ✨]
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they needed to be dumb and run away from things more
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