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mammonsrockstargf · 12 minutes

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Hey, i was wondering if you took angsty fluff requests. If so, i was wondering if you could do obey me lucifer with a teen reader who got diagnosed with degenerative arthritis in the back. I recently got diagnosed with it and wanted to request something while im stuck in bed for the next couple days lol. Its oke if you cant tho.

Hi, love, hope you're doing alright <3 Here's some soft Lucy for you. Obviously, I do not know what it's like for you but I did some research and I hope you like it! :D

Lucifer would be very gentle with you at first, practically babying you. He'll let you stay in bed longer, he'll appoint each brother to help you with chores, and he'll ask Diavolo to give you fewer tasks. The thing is, he wouldn't tell you he's doing any of these things, because he doesn't want you to think that he thinks you're less capable. He still thinks you're completely capable, but he also wants to help you out.

Gradually he'll go back to treating you as before and his soft side becomes more occasional. His brothers, however, will often send each other looks whenever he indulges you.

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It's evening when you knock on Lucifer's door. "Come in," he says and you gingerly do, looking at him from the door.

"My back hurts and I can't sleep," you say and Lucifer beckons you closer. "I have some painkillers somewhere around here," he says, shuffling around in his desk drawer. "Why do you have painkillers?" you mumble, sitting down at the edge of his desk. "For you, of course," he says as you get comfortable, your feet no longer touching the ground. He says a small "aha" as he finds what he's looking for and hands you the painkillers. Before you can even ask, he hands you a water bottle and watches as you swallow the pills. "Better?" he asks and you nod. "Yeah, thanks," you say while fiddling with your hands in your lap.

"What's wrong?" he asks and you sigh. "Nothing," you say and Lucifer frowns. You look up and purse your lips, crossing your arms. "Fineeee," you say. "I'm just scared I'll be like this forever," you say. "What if I never get better?" you murmur. Lucifer takes your hand in his own and gives it a soft squeeze.

"You're going through something very tough right now," he says softly. "It will not be easy, but you will get through it all right? You are not alone in this. Lean on me, lean on my brothers," he says and you sniffle. He stands up from his chair and pulls you into a hug, pressing a soft kiss into your hair. "We'll take it one day at a time, yeah?"

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You stop when you drop your pen, looking down at it. "You gonna pick that up?" Lucifer asks standing next to you, looking at the pen as well. You nod slowly, unable to tear your eyes from the pen. "Yeah, I'll pick it up right in a second or two," you say, but you wince when you feel a sharp sting in your back. "Or maybe I'll just leave it there, who needs a pen anyways," you say and laugh bitterly. Lucifer scoffs and picks up the pen for you, handing it to you. "Don't be silly, you can't just leave a perfectly good pen behind," he jokes and you give him a pointed look, taking the pen. "Thanks," you say and he smiles at you, before heading out of the room.

The next time you open your pencil case in class, there are at least twenty pencils in there, that you're certain come from Lucifer. You're definitely not running out of pens at this rate.

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You whine when your blanket is pulled at and cling to it like a cat. "Leave me alone!" you say and Lucifer grumbles, letting go of your precious blanket. He says your name in a sharp tone and you open your eyes, glaring at him.

"You have school,"

"I. don't. care."

You have a staring contest for a while, which you essentially lose because demons barely blink.

"Why won't you go?" Lucifer finally asks but his tone is stern and mean. You frown at him some more, for good measure. "Everything hurts, I hate it here," you say and turn to your side, before immediately making a noise of pain and turning back. "If I could I would turn my back to you, but this is the only comfortable position for me to lay in," you say and the corners of Lucifer's lips turn slightly upwards.

"What can I do for you?" he asks and you roll your eyes. "Well, for starters you can let me skip school," you say.

"Okay,"

"And some painkillers would be nice,"

"Got it,"

"Also a heating pad,"

"I can get that for you,"

"..."

You look at Lucifer. He looks back.

"And some chocolate,"

"Deal."

—

"Everything hurts, Lucy, I can't walk," you complain, stopping in the middle of the street and crossing your arms. Lucifer stops and his eyes narrow at you. "You were walking perfectly fine a few minutes ago," he states and you roll your eyes. "Yes and now I'm telling you, my joints hurt," you say and a deep sigh leaves Lucifer. He pinches the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

"All right," he says. "I guess it can't be helped."

Lucifer kneels in front of you, with his back turned towards you. You stare at the back of his head for a while, before he turns to look at you over his shoulder, his hands motioning for you to come near.

"Don't make me wait, get on," he says and your mouth opens then closes again. You're completely speechless. The avatar of pride is literally kneeling in front of you. "O-okay, yeah, whatever," you eventually say, getting on Lucifer's back. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands hook under your knees, keeping you in place. "There we go," he says and stands up, beginning to walk down the path to The House of Lamentation.

You walk in silence for a while, (or well, Lucifer walks) as you rest your head on his shoulder. "Thank you," you murmur and you catch the corner of Lucifer's lips turning slightly upwards. "Gotta keep my little human comfortable, right?"

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mammonsrockstargf · 4 hours

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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mammonsrockstargf · 5 hours

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MC: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Mammon: It was autocorrect.

MC: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Mammon: Yes.

#loser boy #perse reblogs

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mammonsrockstargf · 1 day

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Everyone in the kitchen, standing in front of the broken coffee machine.

Lucifer: So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just wanna know.

MC: I did, I broke it-

Lucifer: No, you didn’t. Mammon?

Mammon: Don’t look at me. Look at Levi.

Leviathan: What? I didn’t break it!

Mammon: Huh, that’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Leviathan: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken?

Mammon: Suspicious…

Belphegor: If it matters and it probably doesn’t, Asmo was the last one to use it.

Asmodeus: Belphie, I don’t even drink that crap!

Belphegor: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the kitchen earlier?

Asmodeus: I use the wooden stirs to clean my cuticles, everyone knows that, Belphegor!

MC: Okay, let’s not fight, I broke it!

Lucifer: No! Who broke it?

Mammon: (whispers) Lucifer, Beel has been awfully quiet-

Beelzebub: Really? Mammon, you moron-

*heated fighting ensues*

Satan, later to MC: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. In ten minutes, they were at each other’s throats. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

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mammonsrockstargf · 1 day

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Mc: *sneaks into house at 2am*

Lucifer: *turns into swivel chair* care to tell me where you were?

Mc: I was with… Uh… Mammon!

Mammon: *also turns into swivel chair* Care to- *keeps spinning* Lucifer I can’t stop the chair.

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mammonsrockstargf · 2 days

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Your most recent Luci fic—the one w the priest—is really good!

Not sure if you take requests rn, but I would love it if you could write something similar. For example, a fic about Luci with an ex-Catholic lover? Or maybe a lover who used to be a nun?

(I’m ex-Catholic, now agnostic-leaning-towards-atheist & when I was Catholic, I was in postulancy—training to be a nun—but…things happened lol)

hi, anon, thank you! <3 i'm glad you liked it. and wow, that sounds like quite the religious journey! i hope that you find something that makes sense for you. <3 i'm both baptized and confirmed in the protestant church but i'm an atheist now. (obv not the same at all, but i somewhat getchu >:D)

here goes! i hope you like it. <33

warning: very heavy religious themes!

When you're first teleported to the Devildom, your reaction is to say a prayer. It falls off your lips so easily. Call it old habits, call it shock. You're even surprised by it yourself, staring wide-eyed at Diavolo as the prayer slips your lips.

“Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil.”

Everyone is shocked. The prayer in itself doesn't really have that much of an effect, your dear god cannot save you here (not that you expected him to), but a deep shiver runs down Lucifer's back. It's safe to say he hasn't heard that prayer in a while.

As if isn’t enough that you just prayed for protection against the devil, the prayer that mindlessly slipped out of you is the prayer to the archangel Michael. It strikes a deep cord within Lucifer. He doesn’t blame you, per se, he’s just very very shocked.

He takes it like a challenge, even if he isn’t aware of it. He’ll question your faith constantly. You aren’t really interested in getting into your religious beliefs with this stranger, not to mention demon, who practically kidnapped you. So you just kind of ignore his questions or avoid them.

“Were you born into religion or did you find it later in life?”

“What?” You look at Lucifer tiredly, trying to bottle your annoyance. That’s the fifth question he’s asked today, despite you expertly avoiding his last four.

You’re in his office, seated at a chair in front of his desk. He pulled you in, saying you couldn’t leave until you did the homework you’d been skillfully neglecting. Lovely education reform.

“Were you born into religion or did-“ Lucifer begins to repeat. He seems rather immune to your annoyance, seemingly thinking his pursuit of your personal information is justified. You’ve come to find that Lucifer generally thinks that anything he does is completely justified.

“I heard you.” you interrupt and send him a tight-lipped smile. “I just didn’t want to answer you.” you follow up. Lucifer tilts his head to the side, red eyes piercing through you.

“Why not?” he asks. You sigh. Does this man never run out of questions? “You’re never going to get my approval if you don’t let me get to know you.” he lazily states, flipping some of the worksheets on his desk.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You really don’t wanna get into it but you do need his approval if you want to help the brothers and Belphegor…

“I was born into it. My parents are very religious,” you state while staring at your homework, not daring to make eye contact. It feels as though his eyes are burning holes into you. A small hum leaves Lucifer. “Very interesting, indeed,” he says, voice sounding almost melodic. When you finally look up at him, he’s grinning, while twirling his pen with his fingers. He thinks he’s won this round. Stupid prick.

Months later, when you’re lying in his bed with his arms wrapped around you, you finally breach the subject. “I was in postulancy for a while,” you say, completely out of the blue. You’re laying on his chest with his arm around your waist, the other caressing your hair.

You feel his body tensing underneath you for a few seconds before he softens again. You look up at him but he’s staring at the ceiling. “I practically grew up in the church. Mass every Sunday, youth choir every Tuesday, summer camp once a year…”

You lay your head on his chest again, looking at the wall. Lucifer doesn’t say anything, but his fingers move from your hair to rub soothing patterns into your back, encouraging you to continue. “It seemed the natural next step for me to become a nun. My entire community was the church. My parents were so proud as well. Their status in the church meant everything to them.”

A lump grows in your throat. “Sorry, I haven’t talked about this in so long, I’m rambling-“ you whisper. Lucifer's hand moves from your back to your chin, turning your head towards him. “Don’t apologize, little lamb. I am very proud of you for opening up to me,” he says and your breath slightly hitches. He smiles fondly at you and strokes your cheek. His smile then fades slowly. “It occurs to me that I haven’t been fair to you. I’m sorry that I was so insensitive when we met.”

You huff. “You were a dick,” Lucifer glares at you and pinches your cheek. “Now, now. I’ve admitted my faults, let’s not delve into it,” he says and you wince, gripping his hand and intertwining your fingers.

“Yeah, yeah, old man, I’ll consider if you deserve my forgiveness,” you say and settle your head on his chest again. A small chuckle vibrates through Lucifer before a comfortable silence falls over you.

“What made you change your mind? Why aren’t you a nun, my little lamb?” he asks after a while. You think for a while, looking at your intertwined hands. His thumb presses small circles into the back of your hand.

“It just didn’t feel right, I guess,” you mumble. Lucifer nods. “Well, I, for one, am glad you didn’t go through with it. It would all be terribly complicated if you were already in a relationship with my Father.”

You let out a surprised laughter and push yourself up so your face is directly over his. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs tracing patterns into your bare skin, where your shirt has ridden up. “What a weird thing to say,” you giggle and Lucifer's brows furrow. “Well, it’s true-“ he begins, but your lips press to his before he can continue his weird family rambles. It’s a chaste kiss and you quickly press another to the corner of his lips and then one to his cheek and jaw.

After that, Lucifer is very gentle with you on the subject. He never prods or questions and only talks about it if you start the conversation. He'll even subtly change the topic if someone else brings it up. It's like a little secret between the two of you when he sends you confidential glances, making your heart flutter.

You're in a beautiful meadow. The sky is purple and you're wearing a heavy rosary with white beads around your neck. A pack of doves fly above you, circling like vultures. They begin diving for you, pecking you with their beaks, pulling at your skin and hair. You try to shield yourself with your arms, but it's useless against the many doves, plunging down. Their shrieks fill your ears and you cover your ears, but it's useless, the sound ringing in your head. You try to run, but the rosary has grown in size, pulling you down towards the ground.

You wake with a fright, covered in sweat. Your breathing is heavy as you gasp for air. You put your face in your hands and run them through your hair. Your heart is beating harshly against your ribcage. Lucifer. You need to go to Lucifer.

You stagger towards his room, weakly knocking on his door. "Come in," he sounds from the other side. You brace yourself against the door. "Lucy," you weakly say and the door immediately opens causing you to practically fall into him.

In a flash, you're in his lap on his couch. He worriedly grabs your face and examines you. "What's wrong, my love?" he asks and you wrap your arms around him, sinking your face into the crook of his neck. "Nightmare," you mumble. You feel Lucifer physically relaxing underneath you as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. You feel your heartbeat slowing, as you're finally able to relax again.

"Wanna tell me about it?" he asks and you explain your dream, voice muffled against his skin. His hand finds your collarbone and he pushes you, just far enough so he can press his forehead against your own. You pout and furrow your brows. "It was so real, I swear I can still feel their beaks on my skin."

"Where do you feel it?" Lucifer asks and you shrug. "Everywhere..." His gaze is soft as he grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips. "You feel them here?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. His lips trail up your arm. "Here?" he asks, eyes still on you. You nod and he presses a kiss to your arm. "Your shoulder as well?"

"Yes," Another kiss is pressed into your shoulder, then your collar bone, your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, your nose. You let out a giggle and he presses a last kiss to your forehead. "Did I miss anywhere?" he asks and you nod. His eyebrows raise. "Really? Where?" he ponders and you bring his thumb to your lips. "Here," you say and this time you're the one pressing a small kiss to his fingertip.

"Oh," Lucifers says, eyes following your every move. He takes a sharp breath and pulls on your bottom lip. "We can't have that, now can we?" he says and you shake your head. He leans and kisses you and you kiss him back slowly.

"Thank you, Lucy,"

"I'll always be here, my love,"

a/n: aaa thank you for reading, guys, i hope you liked this one!! you can find my other stuff here. <333

#icymi <3

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mammonsrockstargf · 2 days

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i never thought about this until the ex catholic fic but imagine saying anything like “oh my god” “jesus christ” “hell no” around literally anyone besides maybe sol 😭😭

yes, i’ve actually thought about this a lot, because sometimes when i’m writing an “oh my god” seems fitting (i say “oh my god” several times a day myself) but then i’m like… that would probably not go down well.

imagine one of the brothers getting you a gift and you say “oh my god, i love it!” and they just stare at you deadpan like “why are you bringing my dad into this??”

or one of them sneaking up behind you to scare you and you just scream “jesus christ” and they’re like “where?!” and you have to explain to them that it’s an expression.

sol would probably be the only one who didn’t care. imagine him making a good point around you and you say “amen” in agreement and he just smiles, while everyone just turns and looks at you confused.

OR WAIT singing hoziers “take me to church” while doing chores and everyone is just like “why are you singing religius songs now?” and you like “no it’s literally a critique of the church-“

in my other luci fic, when mc’s getting freaked out by the luci-priest situation, i initially wrote “jesus christ” but then i changed it to “what on earth”, because… well yeah.

i think my favorite curse words that i’ve managed to “come up” with or have seen others do are probably “for diavolos sake” or “oh devils” instead of saying god.

My go-to though is just saying “fuck” instead because i feel like that a very well rounded, works-in-every-situation curse word. 🤭

#i would probably slip up so often #oh my god is an integral part of my vocabulary #perse inbox #obey me #obey me shall we date

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mammonsrockstargf · 2 days

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Your most recent Luci fic—the one w the priest—is really good!

Not sure if you take requests rn, but I would love it if you could write something similar. For example, a fic about Luci with an ex-Catholic lover? Or maybe a lover who used to be a nun?

(I’m ex-Catholic, now agnostic-leaning-towards-atheist & when I was Catholic, I was in postulancy—training to be a nun—but…things happened lol)

here goes! i hope you like it. <33

warning: very heavy religious themes!

“Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil.”

“Were you born into religion or did you find it later in life?”

“What?” You look at Lucifer tiredly, trying to bottle your annoyance. That’s the fifth question he’s asked today, despite you expertly avoiding his last four.

You’re in his office, seated at a chair in front of his desk. He pulled you in, saying you couldn’t leave until you did the homework you’d been skillfully neglecting. Lovely education reform.

“I heard you.” you interrupt and send him a tight-lipped smile. “I just didn’t want to answer you.” you follow up. Lucifer tilts his head to the side, red eyes piercing through you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You really don’t wanna get into it but you do need his approval if you want to help the brothers and Belphegor…

"Thank you, Lucy,"

"I'll always be here, my love,"

a/n: aaa thank you for reading, guys, i hope you liked this one!! you can find my other stuff here. <333

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mammonsrockstargf · 2 days

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just like lilith

Got inspo after that satan angst hc, here’s the link in case you haven’t seen it. also drew inspo from willow and lavender haze by taylor swift, my favorite normie artist LOL

hurt/comfort, happy ending :)

Loud crashes and bangs, followed by enraged, maddening screams echoed through the House of Lamentation late at night, a tell tale sign Satan was mad about something again. His brothers didn’t dare check on him and everyone who walked by kept as silent as possible. He really tried his best to not do that anymore, he really did. But some things just couldn’t be helped.

He toppled another bookshelf with both hands and knocked over another with the accidental lash of his tail, making him even more upset. Pages fluttered as the shelf hit the ground. He grabbed one book in particular that had been a gift from Lucifer and ripped it apart by the spines, throwing the halves to separate sides of the room. He hated Lucifer.

Stupid Lucifer.

Stupid Mammon.

Stupid Levi.

Stupid Asmo.

Stupid Beel.

Stupid Belphie.

Stupid Celestial Realm.

Stupid angels.

Stupid Devildom.

Stupid Lilith.

He didn't mean that... did he?

Diavolo, why did everything have to be so complicated? The name Diavolo alone sent him into another rage induced fit. He tore off part of his bed frame and threw it as hard as he could at the only mirror in the room. Despite it being enchantment, it shattered into hundreds of pieces. Part of the enchantment held up, as it stayed in its frame despite being in so many pieces. He snatched it off the wall and began hitting against any surface he could get his hands on. He tried his hardest to do any more damage to it, but it stayed intact.

As he tried clawing the mirror, he noticed himself again. Messy blond hair stood on it's ends. Obsidian horns curling out of sight. A ruddy face. Deep jade eyes, bloodshot and red in the whites. Tears actively fell from his eyes, streaking their way down his face.

When had he started crying? He saw hundreds of himself, each and every one coming to the same realization. He swiped his tears away. All of his mirror-selves followed suit. For once, he was unsure how to feel. He looked himself in the eyes, horrified yet transfigured to the spot by the sight of his own face.

He found his thoughts drifting and his rage slowly took the backseat. Was Lilith's hair as wispy has his? Did she have those little flyaways and that cowlick that refused to behave no matter what he did to it? Did she really have the same straw-yellow blond? Asmo always told him his eyes were breathtaking. Did he tell her that too? Were Lilith's the same? Did they reflect everything she felt? Were they really the same green, the green that could be both jade and emerald at the same time? With the same hints of yellow at the bottom the were reminiscent of the sun on the horizon before dawn or dusk? Was she also fond of beautiful things? He was sure if she was the rising sun, he was the setting sun.

Usually his fits were about Lucifer, and how he felt he could never escape his shadow. In the end, they were the same. Not this time though. This time, it wasn't even really his fault. If it wasn't his fault, who's fault was it then? Could he really blame his brothers for seeing their lost sister in him? They probably missed her so much it hurt. If she had survived, would they even want to see her like he was? He knew she would have taken his place as the Avatar of Wrath. If he and Lucifer were two sides of the same coin, what does that make Lilith to him? Were they the same face, or did were they too two sides of the same coin? What did that make Lucifer to Lilith once he was added to the equation? Did Lucifer subconsciously wish to have Lilith back? Is that why he was the way he was? Would he even be here if Lilith had lived? Would his brothers prefer that?

The thoughts were dizzying. It overwhelmed him. He threw the mirror as hard as he could across the room. It finally shattered. The tiny shards showered across the ruins of his room like snow onto a battlefield. He let his tears fall freely, and sank his knees in the small patch of moonlight coming in through his window. He let out an agonizing cry, one that everyone in the house could feel the pain deep from within. For once, his brothers felt bad. They would never understand. It felt good to get a little of that feeling off his chest. He wallowed in the silence after his shriek, until he heard a soft knock on his door. This caused him to snap to attention and growl at whoever was on the other side.

"Satan?" He heard an echo of the voice he knew so well. Their tone was gentle in a sorrowful way. No longer was it warm. This was waterlogged, droopy, like a small flower under heavy rain. "Can I come in?"

"Mc? Yes, come in." The door cracked. For a moment, he thought his brothers would be behind them, and that it was all a trap. But he was wrong. They were alone, still dressed in the fancy outfit from the dinner they had gone to as a family earlier that night. Their eyes were just as red as his own. They stepped into the small gap and shut it behind them. As they got closer, he noticed silent tears falling from their eyes. He got up and met them at the door, pulling them close to his chest. They began shaking, wracked with sobs. He quickly forgot about his own spiral that had taken place just minutes before. While he was raging, Mc had been out there somewhere, upset. He began to feel more awful about what he had done.

"What's the matter?" He ushered them over to his bed, one of the few mostly undamaged things. Part of his bed frame had been used to shatter the mirror, and at some point he had shredded a few pillows. They sat among this fluff, holding each other, Mc in his lap. It was silent for a while before Mc was calm enough to answer.

"I'm so sick of your brothers." They looked up at him with tearful eyes. He gazed back at them, knowing he probably looked exactly the same. "It's just... I love them. I really do. But I am so tired of trying to be my own person. I am not Lilith." Her name cut him like a knife. But as Mc placed their hand on his chest and leaned in, he could fell the cut heal. A small void within himself began to fill.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He wiped away their tears that had been steadily falling, like he had his own.

"You must be tired of hearing that name." They couldn't even bring themself to look up at him anymore. He felt guilt seep in. He had never even considered that. They had been hiding everything from him to keep him safe. He cuddled them closer, hoping to shield them from all the pain. "Lilith must have been so sweet, but I am not her. You are not her. We are not her. I've seen the way your brothers look at us when we're together. It's like they don't even see us. It's only Lilith to them. Part of me wishes we never found out. Maybe things would be the way they were before. I wouldn't even be here if everything hadn't happened the way it did, and maybe you wouldn't either. But they just don't seem to care about that and it's sickening how obsessed they are over the idea that we are what they lost."

"What happened after I left?" He had an idea of how this had all started. He had stormed off to his own room after they got home from dinner upon discovering his brothers wanted to retake a particular photo they had taken with Lilith but with him and Mc where Lilith was. That was the whole reason behind the dinner, and he and Mc were the only ones left in the dark.

"I wanted to go after you, but Lucifer wouldn't let me. I didn't know what had started the argument in the first place, so I wanted to get to the root of it. Everyone seemed uncomfortable. I get it now. They were feeling guilty about what they had decided to do. They filled me in on everything after I screamed enough. I said some things that would have made you proud." He could feel them smile weakly against his neck. "I told them I hoped they were sorry for what they had done. I honestly didn't mean to be so harsh with my words, but I think it was the wake up call that they needed."

"What did you say?" He stroked their hair, laying his head on top of theirs.

"I told them Lilith was dead and that she wasn't coming back. Lucifer slapped me and the force sent me pretty far. The others tried to act like they were concerned, but it was just as much their fault as it was his. I refused to let them touch me. And then I came here." After hearing that, he pulled them off his chest to look at their face. Tears were still bubbling over both of their faces. The room was dark, but he could see the bright red outline of Lucifer's hand on their face.

"Don't do that ever again. Not on my behalf. What if you got seriously hurt? What would I do without you?" It was silent for a moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer to his questions or not. "Where does it hurt? Let me make it better."

"It hurts here. And here." He watched as their hand ghosted over their face, and to their side, their back and their leg. He could feel fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. Holding them close, he muttered a spell that would take away the pain. Feeling them relax in his arms soothed him a little.

"I'm never going to let Lucifer near you again. I'm... scared. What happens if he gets his hands on you?" He wasn't used to admitting how he was feeling, but the moment felt raw enough to admit it. He took in a shaky breath and hugged Mc tightly like they might disappear.

"I want you to know that you're beautiful. Satan, the Avatar of Wrath. You're you, and nobody else. The man who established so many animals shelters across the Devildom. The man who got me through exam week time and time again. The man who took me in whenever I felt upset just to get away from it all. You are your own person, and I love you for that. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you." Mc burrowed their head into his chest to place a kiss over his heart. At some point during their conversation, he had shifted from his demon form to his regular appearance.

"I could say the same about you. You're also your own person. You've been there for me more times than I could count. I love you too. All the love in the world wouldn't be enough for me to give you. I wouldn't trade you for the world." He began to smile for the first time that evening. Mc lifted their head to meet his eyes.

"I have an idea. Diavolo owns me a huge favor. How does a spontaneous trip to the human world sound? Just you and me, for as long as we need, and as long as it take your brothers to really miss us?" The mischievous glint in their eyes was something he was so familiar with. He met it with enthusaism.

"That sounds wonderful. Where would we go though?" He thought about the logistics quickly.

"While my first thoughts were my house or Serenity Manor, but once they realized we weren't in the Devildom, they would look there first. Diavolo has mentioned this small, cute beach house he goes to from time to time on his own. He would let us borrow it. It's barley big enough for two, but we could make it work. It's in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for us." The more Mc talked, the more Satan liked the idea.

"I love that idea. When do we leave?" Satan was never one to agree to spontaneous idea like this, but in the moment, it just felt right.

"How does in twenty minutes sound? We pack right now and disappear before your brother realize we're gone. Diavolo has to be awake right now anyways." Mc brushed their hands over his face. Tears had stopped falling. The stains lingered but they could only see each other.

"Let's do it. I'll take you to your room first, just in case Mammon happens to be in there." He stood up, and hugged Mc for a moment more before letting them go in favor of taking their hand. Satan knew he would be in for a fun time. He could always rely on Mc, no matter what.

#lilith haunting the narrative #loved this thank you op <33 #perse reblogs

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sorry to disappoint 😭😭

Lucifer hates priests.

He hates how they blame him for their own shortcomings. Oh, the devil made me do it. As if he had the time to whisper in some simple human's ear? No, man's faults were theirs on their own. Sure, smaller demons might mess about in the human realm, but such inconsequential doings were far below his own level.

He remembers how priests used to praise him long before his fall. Humble Lucifer, beautiful Lucifer, intelligent, powerful, honourable Lucifer. Though those days were long behind him, forgotten in the mud of losing his sister. The priests nowadays had no idea how their predecessors used to worship him. Such things had been lost through time and history. Priests. They knew nothing of what he had to do to get where he was today.

Then you came along. Silly little you, smiling up at him, always staying near despite his various attempts to keep you at bay. As though god himself was laughing him in the face.

"Where are you going?"

Lucifer blinks. He looks behind him, to where you're peering at him from the sofa, curiously eyeing his jacket. "None of your business," Lucifer says. You perch up, resting your arms on the back of the sofa. "Those are your human clothes," you state, eyes trailing down his body. He looks down at himself, although he knows what he's wearing. A pair of dress pants, a dress shirt and a blazer. Human attire. He curses himself.

"Can I come with you?" you ask and Lucifer curses you as well. Normally he'd take you but this is... personal. Bringing you makes him uneasy, despite trying to convince himself that it doesn't. Besides, why do you need to snoop around all the time? Do you really need to know everything he does? He's a demon, for Diavolo's sake, why does he need to cater to your every nee-

His train of thought is interrupted by you rushing past him towards your room. "Wait here, Luci, I'll go get my jacket!" you yell over your shoulder.

Oh, well.

You walk to the seal to the human realm together, your arm intertwined with his. You're chatting animatedly about something and Lucifer carefully listens. Next thing you know, you're pulled through the portal into the human realm.

You’re in the middle of a small road. There are barely any cars or people on the street. No one seems to have noticed the two of you appearing out of thin air. On either side of the road, houses are lined up next to each other. You catch a small diner down the road and there are several American flags in windows and beside houses. In front of you is a church.

The church bells are ringing loudly and the corner of Lucifer's lips turn upwards. "Just in time," he says and pulls you towards the church doors. You stare at him with an open mouth. "Lucifer, this is a church," you say and Lucifer looks down at you.

The church is fairly small and white. It looks quaint, you think.

"Yes, I know that, little lamb," he says and you gape at the building in front of you. "You can enter churches?" you ask and the smile on Lucifer's face widens. "Of course, I can," he states, followed by a low chuckle.

"You mean you don't turn into ashes or that there's an invisible wall at the entrance-" As if to answer your questions, Lucifer pulls the door open. He motions for you to enter and you wordlessly do with him following closely behind. “A lie Christians made up to help themselves sleep better at night.” he leans down to whisper in your ear and a small scoff leaves your lips as you look around the room.

You're inside a small vestibule. On your right are several shelves with hymn books, while on the left is a painting of a naked man lying on the ground with another man by his side helping him.

"Do you know the story?" Lucifer asks. You stare at the painting for a few seconds. "It's the Good Samaritan, right?" you say and Lucifer nods solemnly with his hands clasped behind his back.

“A traveller is robbed of his clothes and left dying by the road. First, a priest comes by who avoids him, then a Levite who also ignores him. Finally, a samaritan comes by and helps the poor traveller.” Lucifer says.

“Some Christians think that the robbers represent sin, while the samaritan represents faith.”

You stare at the painting. “Why are you telling me this?” you ask. You look at Lucifer, only to find his eyes already on you. There’s a certain fondness in them. Then he simply shrugs. “It’s good to know your fables. Let’s go in.”

Lucifer opens the door to the church room and the sound of the organ floods through the doors. No one seems to notice as the two of you slip inside and sit at the very back row, next to the door. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, before Lucifer grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. He sends you a reassuring look and you grip his hand tighter. “I haven’t been to a church in ages,” you mumble.

“Neither have I,” Lucifer says and it somehow makes you let out a small giggle. It’s hard to imagine Lucifer in a church. Ever. Yet here you sit, both looking at the priest.

He stands at the very front in his black gown and white collar. His skin looks pale and sunken in and his lips are chapped. He’s finishing off a prayer. “…forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil” The priest looks up and lets his gaze run over the small gathering of people at the service while saying the words.

Behind him is a giant crucifix, with a very vivid looking Jesus. It sends a deep shiver down your back when you look at the sculpture.

His eyes fall on Lucifer and he somehow pales even more. He stumbles over his words and tugs at his collar. “My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things.” The priest says, the words running off his tongue like water. Your brows furrow and you look at Lucifer, to find him staring back at the priest, eyes a gleaming red. You tug on his hands and he gives your hand a small squeeze, but his eyes doesn’t leave the priest.

“I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more,” The priest is yelling now. The other church-goers begin to mumble amongst themselves looking worriedly at the priest.

“-and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In His name.” Lucifer's smile becomes wider. He still hasn’t looked at you. You get the feeling that you somehow have walked in on something very private between the priest and the demon.

He’s on his knees now, directly under the crucifix. “My God have mercy!” he cries out and you blink at the bizarre outburst. “What on earth…” you mumble. It seems to pull Lucifer out of his trance because his head snaps towards you. “Let’s get out of here. The job is done,” he says and pulls you out of the church by your hand. The doors slam behind you and you stumble to keep up with the demon’s long strides.

“What the fuck was that?” you ask on your way out and slap Lucifer on the shoulder lightly. A hearty laugh leaves Lucifer and he intertwines your arms again.

“What do you mean?” he asks and you roll your eyes begrudgingly. “The whole stare-off with the priest? Why was he so freaked out by you? Rambling all sorts of stuff!” you exclaim while gesturing aggressively with your free hand.

“I was just reminding him of his place, that is all.” You huff out at the lack of clear response and remove your arm from his, quickly walking ahead to express how displeased you are with him.

The fondness in Lucifer's eyes has returned as he watches you walk towards the seal that will return you to the Devildom. Priests. They know nothing of divine beings and godheads. The only divine thing Lucifer has ever met is you.

a/n: I’ve never been to America but I tried my best. >:D I also live in a protestant country so the only catholic churches I’ve been to are in Spain and Italy but catholic churches are a lot like protestant churches, except everything is turned up a notch so that wasn’t all that hard.

Thank you for reading! You can find my other stuff here.

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mammonsrockstargf · 3 days

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Hello! I’ve seen a few posts from your blog and I really like your writing style! If possible may I request the obey me brothers with two different MC’s? They met during summer camp and couldn’t stand the other kids so they just stuck to themselves until it was over now 10 years later they’re reunited…in anime hell. Thank you :D!!!

hii, lovely, thank youuu

sorry this took so long, school has been killinggg me lately <3

Okay, so the way I imagine this would go…

MC is Lilith’s descendant, right? But with how bloodlines work etc. etc. and Lilith has been dead for a while, so wouldn’t there be a lot of descendants?

You meet at summer camp. Maybe either of you never really felt like you fit in, there was always something odd about you. When you meet, it’s an instant connection. As though something bigger is tying you together. When summer camp is over, you each go on your own way. Unfortunately, you live so far away from each other, that you’re unable to keep contact.

Fast forward to Lucifer having to find a human exchange student. Maybe the wind blows to papers towards him and he finds himself unable to choose? I like the idea that Lillith looked at her brothers and was like “These boys need serious help, one human is not enough”.

Or maybe when one of you is teleported to the Devildom, the bond the two of you created at summer camp activates and causes you both to be teleported?

Regardless, you’re both here now. Standing on front of a very perplexed Lucifer, Satan who’s practically dying of laughter and Asmo who’s over the moon. (“Two playthings? How marvelous!”)

Lucifer's immediate reaction is one of you gotta go. There’s no way in hell that he’s putting up with two humans. The only reason he begrudgingly lets you both stay is because Diavolo lets out a hearty laugh and says “Well, I suppose it’s fate! You’ll both be staying.”

He can’t exactly say no to that know can he? So he makes some arrangements and gets another bed set up in the guest room. Having you in the same room makes it easier for him to keep control, so you’ll have to put up with that.

I also think he’d assign Mammon to one of you like in the OG and then Beel to the other. (“There’s no way the moron can take care of two humans on his own.”)

Once Mr. GreedyMcGreedyface is over the initial annoyance, he’s happy. Mammon, as per usual, is under the belief “the more the merrier”. He's very protective of his two lil humans and will buy you matching clothes and shit. He thinks it so funny, seeing you accidentally wear the same shirt on the same day.

Leviathan is flustered. Two humans are just too much for him. Don’t blame the guy. You'd probably have to get to know him one-on-one because there's no way he can handle being in proximity of the two of you alone for a while. (He eventually gets used to it, though and finds all sorts of multiplayer games you can play.)

Satan thinks it’s funny as fuck. Generally, he thinks anything that doesn’t go Lucifer's way is funny as fuck. Besides from that, I don't think he'd be all that different. He's too wrapped up in his rebellious phase to care.

Asmodeus as stated earlier thinks this is very exciting. I have the feeling he’d observe from afar at first, trying to feel out the vibes of everyone. He’d probably also try to set you two up. “You met at summer camp? What a meet-cute!” He'd also try to convince y'all to have a threesome. Zero chill on this guy.

Beelzebub doesn’t really care. He'd find it hard to tell you apart, to be honest. Which one is which? Do not ask Beel, he does not know. Once he gets to know you, though, I think he'd be the most observant of your differences. He'd know which one of you prefers spicy food, which one has a sweet tooth, your favourite colours, and your favourite kind of movies. He'd be so attentive to detail.

One of you has a tiny scar above your right eyebrow, and the other gets a small dimple on the left cheek whenever you smile. It's not something that he'll often vocalize, but sometimes he'll surprise you by mentioning it out of nowhere and you'll be like "What the fuck, Beel, how do you remember that?" and he'll just shrug and send you a sheepish smile.

Belphegor is fucking furious. What do you mean there’s not one but two humans in my house? No thanks. He would probably torment your dreams or something. He'll be able to tell you apart instantly, but instead of going the Beel route, he'll go out of his way to act like he can't tell you apart. "Oh, all humans are the same," yeah, suck it, loser-boy, you know exactly who's who, you just won't admit it.

Generally, I think being two MCs would be significantly better for one's overall mental health? Like you're stuck in "anime hell" (hihi) with a bunch of demons, two angels and a weird wizard guy who hardly even remembers what it's like being a human. You're definitely making it out in bigger pieces than the rest of us are.

a/n: thank you for reading! find my other stuff here. <3

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words cannot even describe how much i love you and your stories. i feel like you encapsulate the way the brothers’ sins would affect them on a more general, almost day-to-day basis. like satan is the avatar of wrath, he would be angry posting about how some book is the epitome of garbage while also refraining from being too critical if MC was the one who recommended it. and of course, lovely mammon represents greed, so for his familiars to assume the best course of action is to give you fancy things they find is just so fitting. i especially loved your most recent post about lucifer because i never really thought about how much pettiness relates to pride and the need to assert one’s “superiority”. so his treatment of the priest, and even just his brothers in general, makes so much sense. gonna put the stinky demons aside for a moment here, oh my lord, your solomon stories. he’s a mystery—he’s vague and cryptic, so the way you write his relationship with MC is just so... muah. he’s still secretive with them, but it feels more like it’s from his inability to be vulnerable as opposed to finding MC untrustworthy. he’s still is significantly more open to MC compared to anyone else—he still indulges and entertains their curiosity while maintaining a distance and staying mostly closed-off. you capture the way he’s willingness to try, but also his hesitance to share that much of his life so perfectly. it’s also totally possible i’m just madly in love with him, so i digress. the way you write AND the ideas you come up with just feel so natural. essentially, the main point i’m trying to make is that you use the complexity of each character while also keeping a light-hearted, silly tone flawlessly.

i am genuinely blushing over here! thank you, thank you, thank you, anon, you're so sweet and kind. <33333 <33 i am so happy that my silly little words resonate with you, that's so crazy to me. aaaaaaaaaa, actually kicking my feet 'n blushing over here!! D:<

ideas just come to me randomly really, but i'm so happy they feel natural. like lucifer tormenting priests in his free time just makes sense to me and the same with mams, he's definitely giggling while telling his crows about mc.

and yes, i am also madly in love with sol. weird wizard dudes just hit the spot for me, hihi. he's such a mystery, i wanna shake him until all of his secrets fall out of his pockets.

i love you, thank you for this, please accept my hand in marriage now... just kidding... unless? >:D

#perse inbox #i will cherish these words forever

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mammonsrockstargf · 4 days

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y’all i live directly next to a church and the bells have been ringing for like 20 minutes now and it’s very loud… i think this might be punishment for my lucy fic i posted yesterday

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mammonsrockstargf · 5 days