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obeiii-mee · 1 year

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Can I please request the demon brothers' and undateables' reactions when they find out MC has a tattoo?

The Brothers and Nowdateables reacting to an MC with a tattoo

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I have a few angsty/comfort requests that are gonna take a while to finish so now I'm taking a break by writing slightly shorter HCs of the brothers and nowdateables, I've had these asks sitting in my inbox for so long-I am genuinely sorry ;-;

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Luke

Warnings: Just mild cursing

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Lucifer:

-Lucifer feels pretty neutral about tattoos in general

-Since they have been popular for a long time now, it wouldn’t be his first time seeing a human with a tattoo and honestly has no impact on him at the beginning of the programme because it’s just a quirky human thing y’know

-Demons can technically get tattoos but there is no point since many of them can shapeshift anyway and their human forms can have any number of oddities such as piercings or tattoos

-It's mostly a human thing, turns out we started the whole 'injecting ourselves with ink to see how it goes' trend and kinda ran for the fields with it-demons and angels don't really see the appeal

-Once he warms up to you, if you explain the reasoning or meaning behind it (whether you had it in memory of someone or just because you liked the design) he might actually appreciate it a bit more

-At the end of the day, he thinks it adds to your character and it also indirectly tells him something about you in general, which is a subject he is more than just a little interested in

-He doesn't understand it but he thinks it looks good on you and if you like it then who is he to judge?

Mammon:

-Honestly, he thinks it's one of the coolest things about you, even though he'd drop dead before admitting this to your face

-Even if it's a really simple, small tattoo he's going to internally fawn over it because, in his eyes, it makes you look badass af

-Lowkey offended you've been hiding this from him for so long

-Actually, you might just persuade him to get one himself and knowing him, he would totally go over the top with it

-I mean, think about it, if he hasn't already Mammon is definitely the type of person to get sleeves of tattoos and look hot whilst doing it

-100% would get matching tattoos with you, would not even hesitate and it seems like a good idea except you'd inflate his head bigger than it already is so-

-Is a dumbass and would probably try to colour in the tattoos if they are accessible to him at any given moment and he happens to have sharpies on him

Levi:

-You know, funnily enough, I think Levi would look really good with tattoos, especially if he got some that were related to either his sin or water

-But an MC with a tattoo would absolutely amaze him since it definitely gives off protagonist vibes and he will probably find a way to relate you back to almost every anime he's ever watched that happened to have a character with a tattoo in it

-Honestly, he'd be more than willing to listen to you about the meaning or origin behind your tattoo/s if you feel like disclosing it to him (or if there is a meaning) since you often listen to his rants without a second thought and he wants to return the favour

-Actually, you might encourage him enough to get his own

-But I wouldn't count on it for the foreseeable future, he was kind of put off by what sounds like a painful procedure and thought of his brothers never letting him hear the end of it

-Also, he is part of the military and I like to think that, for disciplinary reasons, members might have a strict dress code (then again they are demons so probably not)

-Either way, he likes tattoos and even though he gets a tad too excited when you start telling him about your own and might ask some personal questions, he has good intentions

Satan:

-Kinda in the same boat as Lucifer though don’t tell him I said that

-He has many human acquaintances and seems to be on good terms with many of them so it’s more than likely he has met several people with tattoos in the past

-He didn’t expect you to have any, naturally but when he finds out about it, he’s pretty chill though he might try to make small talk and ask what it symbolises, etc.

-Sometimes, if you’re sitting close to him whilst reading or something, and your tattoo is accessible (like on your forearm) then he might trace it with his own hand absentmindedly

-Weirdly enough, I also think he’d like seeing his pact mark somewhere near your tattoo-there’s no real reason for this I just thought he’d be into that

-I think maybe sometimes he uses the physical appearance of someone to judge and analyse them as if he was Sherlock Holmes so that might happen during your first couple of days in Devildom 😭😭

-Other than that, he doesn’t think about it or bring it up all that much. He’s usually too distracted by your annoyingly attractive face y’know

Asmo:

-You already know where I’m going with this one

-There’s no way in Hell that Asmo is not the type to flirt and use your tattoos as a reason for that

-This might not sound right but, like Mammon, I also think he’d have a tattoo if possible though definitely not whole sleeves. More like small tattoos on his ankles or wrists

-He would definitely get tattoos for the aesthetic rather than the actual meaning behind it because he wants to look good for his Devilgram story and the tattoo needs to fit whatever theme he’s obsessed with

-But when it comes to you, no matter what tattoo or how big or small it is, he immediately finds it endearing

-Whilst his brothers are mostly in the neutral zone about this kinda thing I feel like Asmo would 100% encourage and support you getting one even if you don’t have one already

-And then obviously, all further shopping trips and the type of clothes he’s gonna get you will be altered with the tattoos in mind in order to show them off as often as possible

Beel:

-I just hope you don’t have a tattoo of a certain type of food anywhere on your body because that might trigger him

-Especially at the beginning, he’s already watering at the thought of eating you so a tattoo of a burger or something would not help

-Otherwise, he also sort of falls in the neutral category when it comes to tattoos

-After all, he didn’t start hanging out with you because of your accessories, regardless of how cool they are

-Then again, he is interested in you and therefore, once you’re more comfortable with each other, I see him as the type to ask quiet but sweet questions about any tattoos you might have

-Like he might talk about his past and then conversation may lead to you getting that tattoo in the past for whatever reason

-Just really little things that he’ll remember and then surprise you with next time you talk

-Also, he’d be hesitant to get one himself but he’d look good with it. Like really good. Just wanted to point that out

Belphie:

-He sort of hated it at the beginning but that’s only because he hated you 💀

-Once he stops acting like a little bitch he becomes a lot more neutral about it

-Or at least he says he’s indifferent towards it but you’re starting to think he’s lying because every time he falls asleep now, his head happens to lean against your tattoo

-He still likes his pact mark better

-I like to think that Belphie would also look good with tattoos but I really don’t think he’d get any just because he couldn’t be bothered

-If you like talking about yours though, he encourages it because your voice whilst you speak about anything but especially if it’s about you puts him to sleep like nothing else (in a good way, he loves it)

-Might also have tried to colour your tattoo in but not because he’s an idiot. He’s just a mischievous little shit

Diavolo:

-Naturally, he assumes it’s part of human culture and will be as interested in it as every other aspect regarding you

-In fact, you could probably feel him marvel at your tattoo from miles away and he always compliments it if he happens to pass you by in the corridors

-Though he was definitely confused about it when he first learned tattoos were a thing, he didn’t really get it but it doesn’t matter!

-He would sympathise if he learned that getting one hurts quite a bit but eventually he’d convince himself he’d want to get one himself

-And he’s dead serious about it too but thankfully Barbatos puts a stop to it by reminding him that maybe the future ruler of Devildom shouldn’t go too crazy with tattoos

-He might get small ones to match with yours but either way he will be fascinated by the meaning behind yours (if there is one)

-I’d see him as the type to also trace it with his hands but out of curiosity on how it feels more than anything and he always asks first cuz polite prince things yk

Barbatos:

-He gives off this air of aloofness which you interpret as disinterest when in reality it’s politeness that is holding him back from asking you about it

-Of course, unless you bring the conversation to focusing on your tattoo, he feels he has no right to comment (this tbh would include stuff like dyed hair, piercings, etc.)

-And obviously, being the mysterious butler he is, he’d much rather hear you talk about yourself so the meaning behind your tattoo is a perfect example of leading the spotlight away from him

-Still, he can’t say he doesn’t find your tattoo/s endearing but I believe that is simply because he finds all of you endearing so eh

-Though you noticed that whenever your tattoo is on display in public he does tend to stare at it sometimes when he is not need by Lord Diavolo

-He’d also be the type to trace it, I think. It feels like it would relax him or something idk, maybe I’m pulling at straws here

-He’s probably not overly fond of tattoos in general but honestly you rock everything you wear and that includes tattoos so he’s not complaining

Solomon:

-He’s just annoying bruh

-Like, he does not understand personal space (something that even Mammon has understood to an extent) and will ask as many personal questions as possible within a 60 second interval

-Obviously he backs off and apologises if he makes you uncomfortable but he does the thing where he clearly stares at something without saying anything

-And you have to ask if he wants something and then he goes “How long have you had this tattoo for?” Or something similar to that

-And that’s another thing-the questions he asks about it are so bloody random. Like “What nationality was your tattooist?” And “What was the weather like when you got it” which is just weird

-I think he’d have a couple of tattoos of his own but I don’t think you’d be able to tell them apart from the dozens of pact marks he has with other demons

-He won’t talk about his but if you’re willing to talk about yours without shutting him down then he’s all ears

Simeon:

-See I’m conflicted about this

-Because as an angel, I don’t think he’d be particularly supportive of tattoos mostly because he would maybe think that they are staining your beautiful skin or something

-But on the other hand, he’s down bad for you and for some reason, tattoos look a lot better on you than they do on others he’s seen

-Of course, he’s very complimentary when he first met you about it and asked small, polite questions but never intruded unlike a certain someone *coUGH COuGH-solomon-COUgh*

-Once the two of you grow closer, his curiosity might might get the better of him and he would feel more comfortable talking about stuff like that in general

-It was kind of a big thing about you at first but the more time he spends in your presence, the more accustomed he gets to it-meaning it no longer stands out to him all that much

-Will probably stare as well but unlike that embarrassing sorcerer, he actually would get pretty flustered about it

Luke:

-He’s never seen a tattoo in his life

-He’s quite young and hasn’t had many interactions with humans before ok, give him a break

-You were the first person with a tattoo he’s ever met and he is confused beyond measurement

-“Simeon why does the human exchange student have drawings on their skin?”

-He doesn’t want to be rude obviously but he questions it the same way most children would 😭😭😭

-He doesn’t think it’s bad or anything but it’s kinda like tasting a new type of food and trying to decide whether it’s good or not

-He’s very curious about it but Simeon told him not to ask anything personal unless you gave the green light for that to happen

-Obviously his whole reaction would be what you would expect a child’s to be, a lot of staring but it’s not malicious and he’s definitely all about finding out more about it if you’re willing to tell him. He does think they look good on you

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obeiii-mee · 2 years

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Fluff what if mammon befriends luke at first just trying to get in Good terms with MC but after while he starts to care for the young angel and starts to treat him as though he was his brother Even starts to be protective of him IM SORRY BUT I LOVE THESE TWO BABIES

Luke; From Mammon’s Perspective

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OH MY GOD BUT WHY DOES YOUR IDEA FIT MAMMON’S BIRTHDAY EVENT SO MUCH??? THIS IS HONESTLY SO GREAT, HAAA-

Mammon would just be jealous of the attention you give Luke but he’s too much a softie to actually do anything lmao

Thanks for the request, I’m happy to provide Mammon happy hours ft. Luke because they’re both amazing 😔

Characters: Mammon, Luke and mentions of the brothers and nowdateables though they’re not all that involved

Warnings: None besides some mild cursing and some vague descriptions of gore

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“Oi! What’s the chihuahua doing here?!”

You didn’t even feel the need to turn around and acknowledge him before you answered, keeping your eyes fixed on the batter you were mixing and on Luke as he fussed around the kitchen. The way he moved around strongly emphasised the decades of experience he’s had in the baking industry and compared to you, the young angel really seemed like a professional. Actually, he became so focused on his tasks that he opted to vehemently ignore the demon that just marched into the room, despite giving him an obvious and nasty glare from his position near the oven. Normally, Luke would take any opportunity to snap at the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation but today, he didn’t seem to be as bothered by their goading.

“He’s here to help me make a cake.”

“For what?”

At that, you did turn around, temporarily abandoning your work so you could face the second born and furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion because you did not expect this level of ignorance coming from him. Then again, Mammon always had a way surprising you at the weirdest of times so maybe you should’ve seen it coming, “Simeon. Mammon, we had a whole conversation about this just a couple of hours ago? I know you have a selective hearing problem but-“

“Yeah, yeah, I remember that.” He huffed out, crossing his arms and scrunching up his whole face as he recalled the talk you had with him during breakfast. It was something you brought up randomly enough, in between munches of toast and sips of orange juice. It wasn’t often that you got the opportunity to eat food from the Human Realm so even though this particular issue was bothering you plenty, it didn’t exactly stop you from eating. The stress may have gotten to you…a little.

“Buy him something.”

Not surprising; the only thing Mammon would consider to be a proper gift would either be stacks of money or something inherently expensive. It’s how he works. Really, most of his birthday presents to you were either crazy cheap or really pricey, all depending on his current financial situation.

Though it was a decent suggestion, you had to shrug it off. You could easily imagine Simeon reprimanding you for spending too much money on him, even if he deserved to have something nice. Besides, what kind of gift could you possibly give to an angel? You really didn’t want to disappoint nor overwhelm him with something that may not be up to his taste. Picking gifts really sucks, but you didn’t know how else to show your appreciation for the help you’ve received from him.

Mammon, sensing that this had been bothering you for a while now, dramatically sighed before adding, “Ya should ask the dog if he has any ideas.”

“What?”

“The chihuahua. Y’know, that small, feral thing that keeps following Simeon around like a lost puppy. Maybe make him a cake or something. Don’t let Beel know though, he’ll probably get to your ingredients before ya even have a chance to start using them.”

Now he regretted letting his big mouth ruin your night with him. Truth is, he didn’t expect you to actually take his advice to heart nor did he think you would actually bake him a cake. Mammon really believed you were gonna buy him a cake from the pastry shop down the street like any normal person would but instead, they now have an angel in the kitchen measuring flour quantities in a plastic bowl and melted chocolate dripping on the floor.

“But MC-“

“Mammon, could you please shut up?” Luke’s interference took you off guard but Mammon just seemed annoyed. Seeing as he was keeping quiet up until now, the angel’s patience must have ran thin from the endless rambling of the only demon in the room.

The second born scoffed, “Are ya talking to me? Sorry, couldn’t hear ya, you’re the size of a dog and you’re yapping like one too. Besides, you do know you’re covered in cake mixture from head to toe, right?”

Suddenly embarrassed about the dawning realisation that he does, in fact, have a considerate amount of batter on his face, Luke quickly wiped it off and pointed the spoon he was using mere seconds ago at him, “Just get out! Me and MC are trying to finish our cake, you low-life of a demon!”

Mammon was about to retort but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard you giggling from the other side of the room. Luke also appeared startled by your reaction and both of them turned their heads and tilted them in a curious manner as they were watching you erupt in more laughter. Simply because they both kinda looked like confused dogs waiting on their master.

“Hey, why the hell are ya laughing? Did this little shit get his dumb ingredients all over me?”

“Yeah MC, what gives? Hurry up and drive this guy out of our kitchen so we can do our work in peace!”

By the time they were done poking and prodding at each other with small insults, your chuckles died down and you could finally respond but only after wiping away a tear from your eye that was caused by your sudden outburst, “I’m so sorry but Luke’s little disgusted face mirrored yours so perfectly Mammon, haha. And the way he’s on a little stool and he still can’t reach past your shoulders-my bad.” You said that, though you continued to quietly giggle to yourself when you turned around.

In all honesty, they both seemed kind of offended but they couldn’t stay mad for too long because your light hearted jokes deescalated tensions between the two quite fast. Luke was still embarrassed from what you could tell and Mammon was also absolutely flushed up to the tips of his ears.

“In any case, Mammon? You’re staying right? If you are, I’d appreciate it if you could do this portion over here and crack some eggs into the bowl while I start the oven, OK?”

Too dumbfounded to actually say anything, Mammon tersely nodded his head and just stared at you as you continued to gather ingredients from around the kitchen. He supposed this counts-any time spent with you is great even if what you happen to be doing together is bake a whole ass cake. If he’s lucky, he could even steal a spoonful or two of jam when you’re not looking. While he was processing all this, his eyes met with Luke’s stern gaze and the two seemed to reach some kind of mutual, silent agreement.

They could work together for the evening, and this evening alone, if it was for your sake. After all, Luke enjoyed helping you around in the kitchen and he really wanted to make something nice for Simeon. Meanwhile Mammon was just trying to hoard your attention again. Both of them could profit from this so maybe if they just stayed out of each others’ way, tensions would not increase.

Mammon figured that couldn’t be too hard. Even though he considers Luke to be nothing more than a tiny, rabid animal, he supposed he could be considered a decently well-behaved kid. He could definitely handle him.

“If you’re going to help out, you need to wear this.”

“Eh? The fuck is this?”

“It’s an apron, though I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about cooking health and safety. Typical.” Mammon just stared at the soft pink material in his hands, clearly designed for someone half his size before opting to switch his glare back to Luke, who was openly smirking, “You’re bound spill something so you might as well wear it. Who knows, it might suit you?”

He was going to chuck the little bastard into a meat grinder the moment you turned your back on him.

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The ‘incident’, as both Mammon and Luke refer to it, happened on a Friday after school, just outside the R.A.D building and about half an hour after most students already booked it home.

With the exception of the student council. Which Mammon was a part of. Unfortunately. Meetings with Lord Diavolo were scheduled weekly and the brothers had no choice but to attend them. If they were lucky, the eldest was sometimes the only one summoned but for the most part, they were all expected to show up. No exceptions could be made this week around and even the human exchange students were invited to it. It was all starting to feel a tad bit overcrowded.

Not to mention, the meeting was so dull and boring, the second eldest could think of a thousand different ways to spend his free time than sitting in a chair for hours on end discussing the security cameras Lord Diavolo wished to install throughout the school. Honestly, his back was aching after having been seated on those God forsaken, uncomfortable, spineless chairs for so long and the room was absolutely suffocating because Lucifer was outright refusing to open the windows. The only thing worth looking forward to were the refreshments Barbatos promised to bring, but it shouldn’t be of too much surprise to hear that Beel essentially inhaled all the snacks the moment they arrived before anyone had any time to react. Judging by the smell alone, Mammon guessed it must’ve been Barbatos’ signature cake.

To make matters even worse (somehow), you were clever enough to come up with the excuse of ‘needing’ to go to the bathroom just to escape the torturously slow meeting. You were gone for more than half an hour now, no one was questioning your apparent absence or your whereabouts and Mammon wouldn’t be shocked to find out you just went home. Problem is: now he was stuck, completely by himself and totally human-less, in a boiling room with no drinks or snacks whilst everyone around him pointlessly rambled on about the new delivery system of goods for R.A.D.

So, what’s a poor demon like him meant to do in a situation like this?

Nothing less than what’s expected of the infamous Avatar of Greed and his cunning ability of achieving the most profitable outcome possible; completely plagiarise your idea and then have the audacity to promise his brother that if he were to bump into you on his way there, he would be dragging you back to the meeting by the scuff of your collar at all costs. All lies, of course. The moment he finds you, he’s taking his emotional support human and running home to find a suitable hiding spot from the wrath of the Avatar of Pride once he realises the little trick he’s pulled.

Though his plan certainly worked, his relief was very short lived. Not long after stepping foot outside the classroom everyone else was currently cooped up in, he heard a commotion down the corridor. In his very humble opinion, Mammon has many good qualities but his hearing capacity is, by far, one of the best so it’s not surprising to find out he could easily pick up on the scuffle taking place a hundred metres or so to his right. Obviously, now his curiosity was piqued and once that train starts rolling, nothing will be able to slow it down.

Towards one of the school’s exits, the second born was mildly startled to see Luke fending off four or five oversized demons that could certainly trample all over him if they so wished. I mean, Mammon has always the known the rabid, little thing could bark and bite with all his might but this was more praise worthy than anything else he has seen the angel do. And his baking is marvellous so that really says something. Without a doubt, the poor kid was completely pissing himself out of fear but still had the courage to defend himself, in a way not even the second eldest himself could achieve whenever he was being shoved around by his siblings.

Now, Mammon had no way of knowing or even guessing what those wasted bags of air could possibly be bothering the young angel for. Lord Diavolo made many speeches on the importance of accepting every exchange student into DevilDom in a welcoming manner and those who did not wish to comply would most definitely regret their actions at the hands of the Prince and his butler. Sure, demons are naturally apprehensive of angels with them being polar opposites and all (so to speak) but Luke must’ve done something major to provoke them into attacking like this. Or maybe they’re just idiotic assholes, which could fit the narrative just as well.

They weren’t physically touching him at all so at least they weren’t completely brain dead but they seemed to be harassing him nonetheless. It bothered Mammon to no end, their behaviour towards him. For some reason. Mammon was never particularly fond of Luke and troubling him was always good fun, even though their relationship improved significantly since their first meeting. Maybe it had something to do with the familiarity of the scene unfolding before him: being completely at the mercy of others and having no one to stick up for you was a situation he found himself more often than not. Watching it happen to someone else made him feel more vulnerable than actually experiencing the torment himself.

Mammon tried to justify his following actions by telling himself that the dunderheads were blocking the closest thing he had to an exit with their incessant bullying and he would need to go past them in any case. And since Luke is a good friend of yours, he supposed you would be pretty sad if the kid ended up getting a black eye or something so obviously, he had no choice but to intervene.

“Oi!”

His voice effectively boomed throughout the entire school and he briefly wondered how no one has been able to hear this entire thing so far. They weren’t being exactly quiet and the school’s walls weren’t soundproof either. One of the demons had the audacity to turn around and start retorting something before abruptly freezing in his tracks once he recognised who was in their presence. Actually, they were all so petrified they forgot to bow down before one of the Demon Lords, which, had it been anyone else, they would’ve been punished for immediately. Luke appeared to have his guard up as well and seemed to have taken a few steps back, pressed up against the door leading outside, clearly not used to Mammon’s outbursts. After all, seeing him like this is a rarity.

As he stalked closer, Mammon’s eyes knitted in frustration and he scrunched up his nose at the offenders before him. The scent of fear was only desirable if it was extracted from mortals, not demons and their insufferable odours. It was worth it however, to see the looks of terror on their faces and he reckoned these shit heads would eventually get what they deserve, whether that would be at the hands of the Prince or himself.

“I don’t know if y’all missed the memo,” he began, inching closer to peer at who he assumed was the leader of the miserable posse before scoffing, as if disgusted by what was before him, “But his Highness, Lord Diavolo prohibited any violence against the exchange students. So, either yer deaf or just plain stupid to be attacking one of the angels on school grounds. Or maybe you’ve just forgotten? Lemme remind ya real quick then.”

Without warning, Mammon roughly slapped one of the demons, the one closest to him, on the back to mimic a friendly gesture, pulled him closer and grinned at him, proudly displaying his perfect set of teeth and pierced tongue. The impact was so sudden and loud, Luke thought the demon was going be slammed into the floor from the force behind Mammon’s hit. The other three violators could only stand and watch. The second born continued, with a more cheerful tone.

“Now, listen ‘ere buddy: yer a demon and I’m sure a respectable one at that too,” you wouldn’t be able to miss the hints of sarcasm in his words as he happily rambled on, “So what if, every once in a while, you lose sight of yourself and give in to temptation. It’s what we do best, huh? This is probably not even yer first offence right? But today ya really hit the jackpot!”

Another slap on the back and this time, everybody in that hallway flinched with the exception of Mammon. He took no mind of this and went on, “Committing treason against the Prince-that’s mighty brave of ya! Surely earned you some bragging rights to your friends, being able to deliberately go against the wishes of Lord Diavolo himself and suffer no consequences, you sneaky bastard you.” At this, he ruffled the demon’s hair, ensuring to dig his nails a little too deep into the asshole’s useless skull, “Ya don’t gotta worry about me though. Nope, my lips are sealed, ya know. Wouldn’t dream of ratting you out. Well, for a price that is.”

The malice in his voice was more evident now in his false grin and the demon who was unfortunate enough to fall in his clutches, visibly swallowed at Mammon’s insinuation, “How about it, then? I heard golden skulls have been selling particularly well recently and ya know me, I’m not above dirtying my hands if needed. I’ll gladly dip every single one of your bones in melted gold in exchange for this little secret of yers. Every single one of ya would make outstanding golden statues, ‘m sure of it!”

The eerie undertones of Mammon’s preposition had the demon vehemently shaking his head and the second born pouted, almost childishly, “No? That’s a damn shame, I was hopin’ to make more profit. Well, in that case-I’ll just have to report ya to Lord Diavolo, hmm? What’s the matter, what are ya shaking like a leaf in the wind for? A brave halfwit such as yourself, yer not scared are ya?” Mammon laughed then, a genuine laugh as if he was actually greatly entertained by this, “What would ya have me do then? Hmm? Let ya go? No consequences? I suppose I might be tempted, but only if ya promise me to piss off and never let me see your filthy face ever again.”

The demon yelped as he was pushed forward, colliding with the ground but not giving himself a moment to breathe before he got up to his feet again and staggered up the corridor. Once he disappeared out of sight, Mammon turned his cold yet amused gaze on the other three demons present who immediately got the hint and sprinted after their leader, almost tripping over their own two feet as they took the corner up ahead.

“And if I ever find out ya are bothering anyone ever again, let alone this kid-I swear to his Majesty himself, I will personally skin all of you alive and use your twitching bodies as chew-toys for Cerberus, ya hear me?!” The second born yelled after them, with enough conviction in his voice to send even the most courageous of demons running with their tails between their legs.

Now that he was out of steam, Mammon turned his attention towards Luke, who was standing there, entirely rooted in place and no doubt astounded by what he just witnessed. A demon standing up for him. A demon of all things! The angel had no idea how he had the bravery to bicker with Mammon before now that he was aware of what he was capable of when moved to anger. The Avatar of Greed simply walked up to the door, unlocked it, opened it and took a few steps outside before pausing momentarily, allowing the cold air to brush against his skin. It had been raining earlier but the temperature was bound to go back to scorching hot in a matter of hours.

A few seconds later, he turned around, confused at the silence, as if he wasn’t expecting the angel to not co-operate before finally speaking, “Are ya coming or not?”

It was Luke’s turn to be confused and he didn’t need to say anything since his facial expressions made it pretty obvious. Mammon sighed, annoyed but not as much as he usually would be at the angel’s antics, “I’m taking ya home, idiot. Ya don’t think I’m stupid enough to let you walk home alone after all that, do ya? Is Simeon at Purgatory Hall or has he also fucked off somewhere. Wait ‘till he hears about this, he won’t let ya out of his sight for the next couple of weeks.”

Luke snapped out of his frightened trance at this and instantly jumped to the defence of Simeon as well as himself whilst trailing behind Mammon. To an extent, it was even entertaining, watching the angel express himself with such ferocity and vigour and Mammon could swear he even broke out into a smile on their walk to Purgatory Hall. Not even Luke seemed to mind his presence and though the second born didn’t exactly expect any form of gratitude from someone as uptight as him, he was internally glad the chihuahua wasn’t all that affected by the endeavour.

Maybe the little shit wasn’t so bad after all.

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Luke ended up subverting his expectations after all. A couple of days later and a week before his birthday, the kid showed up to his bedroom door, with you standing proudly behind him. To say he was mildly startled would be an understatement, it wasn’t very often that Luke travelled to the House of Lamentation by himself. He wasn’t even sure how he got in, though he presumed you had something to do with it. The two weren’t exactly on friendly terms yet but no one could deny their relationship was steadily improving and you were obviously encouraging this with every ounce of power you had

“What is it?” His own gentle tone surprised him but he had just woken up and did not have the ability to act all that snappy at seven in the morning.

“Luke wanted to give you something. An early birthday present.” You probed, when neither of them made any sign of moving and sighed as you nudged the angel next to you, “Go on Luke, Mammon would never turn his nose up at any type of gift. Especially a thoughtful one at that.”

Luke nervously fumbled for something in his pocket and Mammon had no idea what to expect. Actually, it was pretty hard to believe the young angel would want to give him anything at all. Sure, he received birthday presents from him before, but that was mostly at the command of Simeon. Whatever he had prepared for today, it would’ve been done out of his own will.

After a couple more seconds of postponing it, Luke finally bit the bullet and pulled out a small box out of his pocket, covered in golden glitter and wrapped in a red material that resembled velvet pretty closely, before hurriedly sticking it out to him, urging him to take it. Mammon precariously reached for the gift, picked it up and admired it for a few seconds. Whoever made it put plenty of care into both constructing and decorating it, making it look aesthetically pleasing to the eye and feel nice to the touch. He shot the two of you a confused look before slowly taking the lid off and he blinked.

A golden bracelet, adorned with a couple of precious gems, grabbed his eye as soon as he opened it and for once, Mammon was left speechless. He was never one for half-assed compliments, but he couldn’t describe the piece of jewellery as anything less than beautiful. And definitely expensive as shit. It was made out of real gold and precious stones so he wouldn’t be surprised if the angel was in debt now because of this early shopping spree.

“It’s a thank you gift.” Luke eventually muttered out and then immediately reddened at Mammon’s curious gaze, before adding on, “I-I mean, it’s also your birthday gift but I realised I never thanked you properly for what you did the other day. And I couldn’t possibly not to do anything. S-so I asked Simeon to help me pick out something for you. I did consider making you a cake but I figured that’s a present more suited to Beel’s tastes.” Luke cut himself short as Mammon continued to stare in shock at him and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, “Just accept it, OK? And don’t expect anything else from me, you greedy demon.”

With that timid confession out of the way, Luke bolted down the hallway and out of the mansion before either you or Mammon could react, the front door loudly slamming shut behind him. Both of you remained stunned at Luke’s outburst but you found yourself laughing before long.

“He’s a sweetheart really, I’m glad he’s warming up to you Mammon.” To jest around, you wiped a fake tear out of your eye as if to act like a proud parent but the silence following your statement made you turn around, “Mammon?”

The second born was studying the gift he had just received attentively, gently swiping his thumb over the gold rimming before gingerly putting it on his wrist, mesmerised but undoubtedly pleased with how that whole interaction went. You spotted a sheepish smile climbing on his face and you wanted to laugh again, “Right, I’ll leave you to it then. See you later Mams.”

It was a weird sort of friendship they built, but whatever happened between the two must’ve been miraculous because from that day onwards, you haven’t heard Luke utter out a single insult against the Avatar of Greed and Mammon guarded the bracelet he was given by the young angel with his life ever since, even going as far to glare at Levi when he suggested Mammon was going to end up selling the precious thing for a quick profit first chance he got.

An angel and a demon, huh. Who would’ve thought?

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i spent the last few hours reading everything u wrote and like w o w i love ur works sm

Thank you haha, though I haven’t been as active lately. I’m glad people still enjoy my writing

#🔥 own posts #don’t raise my ego too much tho #once my exams are over #I’ll start writing again

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Hey!! I just came across your page and I immediately fell in love with your writing style,, since your ask box is open, I was hoping to request MC getting hit with a spell or curse that makes them hate the brothers. (Like mystic messenger elixir, or danganronpa despair disease!) pretty much just how they would react if MC suddenly started to thrash and curse at them. (That sweet angst if you catch my drift) Thank you for taking the time to read this! <33

The Brothers with a Cursed!MC

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We gotta keep the angst train rolling because why not-

I’ll happily write anything to do with hate spells and the Danganronpa reference really painted it out for me nicely so let’s see if I can write angst in slightly smaller portions because there was an attempt! Thanks for the request by the way, this is the kind of thing that pops up in my brain pretty often, idk how I never wrote it out before now! You’re also very sweet for taking the time out of your day to request this <3

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie

Notes: uh, the title is pretty bland because I didn’t know what to write instead-

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Lucifer:

-“What the hell are you doing here? Get out-I don’t want to fucking see you!”

-Knowing that he could’ve done something to prevent this honestly frustrates him in ways he did not think were possible

-As someone who doesn’t let his emotions get the best of him, the sight of you thrashing around in his brothers’ arms while yelling obscenities at him genuinely broke his heart

-Moments like this, when something so unexpected happens or when he’s genuinely hurt by the actions of others, stump him the most. His perfect self just vanishes and he’s stuck because he doesn’t know how to react

-Well, he’s obviously sad. Actually, sad doesn’t even begin to cover it. Your desperate attempts at breaking free and lunging at him were probably one of the most gut wrenching things he’s ever had to witness and that says something considering he was very much present when his sister was on the verge of a painful death

-However, perhaps more than anything, he is seriously pissed off. Whoever casted that spell, be it an accident or otherwise, is in deep shit the moment Lucifer discovers that they are the perpetrator and they will have to suffer accordingly

-This is the kind of thing that no one, let alone the Avatar of Pride, would forgive easily. Having a loved one be brainwashed or rather cursed to the point they make you the target of all their hate and distrust hurts. And that hurt will quickly turn into anger with time and before long, the demon in question will find themselves hanging from the ceiling in Cerberus’ room before personally being visited by Lucifer himself. Terrible fate really, but what can you do?

-Even so, none of that mattered in the grand scheme of things-after all, he punishes ignorant demons on a pretty regular basis and they can’t die as easily as humans so finding the time to torture such a miserable creature isn’t exactly a problem

-The problem was the aftermath; as much as he wishes to, he can’t get rid of the effects of the spell manually and unfortunately, he will have to wait for them wear off before you can return back to normal. Fortunately, on most occasions, jinxes like this don’t last for very long. Typically 2-3 days, though sometimes it can drag on for up to a week which he hopes isn’t the case

-In the meantime, the best course of action would be to supervise you for the next couple of days and see whether your condition is getting better or not. This is, unsurprisingly, a very difficult thing to do since you keep pushing him away and violently at that but it’s not as if he can just stop trying. Curses like this sometimes come on with side effects, especially when performed on humans and they can be pretty nasty. After studying previous cases of these incidents, he discovered its quiet probable for you to get sick or sluggish towards the end of the life span of the spell

-And he stays firm on the matter, even if you keep loudly protesting against it and even if he feels completely drained after each visit to ensure that you were not taking a turn for the worse. Believe it or not, your words are powerful enough to start wearing him down and not many people can say they have that kind of affect on the literal embodiment of pride. More than anything, Lucifer wants you to return to your usual self because he misses you and seeing you act this way towards him is really making him question a lot of things

-“I told you to just piss off, you prideful, two faced bitch.”

-“….MC, stop moving-I’m trying to check whether you have a fever or not. I promise to leave afterwards, but I can’t do that until I’m sure you’re not getting sick.”

Mammon:

-“Hey! Don’t fucking touch me, just stay the hell away from me!”

-Honestly, the first time you snapped at him while you were under that curse shook him to his core and he was just confused because he’s never seen you act out like this before. But then, your words start to settle in and he almost bursts into tears

-The whole time his brothers are trying to sort you out, he’s panicking in the background with tears running down his face until Belphie comes up behind him and slaps him on the head, telling him to get his shit together

-Truth is: he is freaking out. Badly. Like, extremely bad. He doesn’t know what’s happening or why, he just knows that you are not feeling like yourself at the moment because you keep throwing shit at him and yelling at the top of your lungs to leave you alone

-He doesn’t want to. Leave, that is. Mammon actually feels like physically attaching himself to you by now and he probably would’ve if it weren’t for his brothers, who sensed that having him around was not doing you any good

-The worst part though was that, after a couple of days of waiting around for the curse to wear off, you began to ignore him altogether and that probably hurt him more than the way you treated him before

-Mostly because, in that case, he knew you weren’t acting like your usual self and he could reason that it was definitely the spell was that forcing you to behave like this. However, being ignored hit a bit too close to home since this is a pretty common tactic you used whenever you were seriously pissed off at him. Granted, you only ever reserved it for very serious situations but when you did apply it, Mammon usually felt as if the world was going to collapse on his head

-The silent treatment was possibly one of the worst things he could’ve endured that week because of how unwanted it made him feel and overall just worthless for not being able to protect you from this kinda stuff. Actually, he wouldn’t have been surprised if you decided to blame this on him as well, even after you’ve regained some more of your senses. To him it made perfect sense

-For the most part, the whole time Satan and other various demon doctors were trying to treat you, Mammon was most likely off sulking by himself. If I were to guess, probably in his room, back to the door and knees pressed up to his chest. Since, obviously, he wouldn’t have any motivation to go out without his lucky charm present and accounted for, so locked inside his room seemed like the only solution

-His brothers were worried but not even Lucifer could drag him out and eventually they gave up. Honestly, they were hoping bringing you back to normal would convince him to set foot outside of his bedroom again, even though it felt like a bit of wishful thinking

-Realistically, he’s going to keep his distance from you for a few days after you’ve recovered because by then he would have become quite insecure about a lot of things and really didn’t want to be in your presence until he felt safe again. Though, it wouldn’t take an awful to coax him towards you once again. He fell in love with you for a reason, after all.

-As for the stupid motherfucker that decided jinxing you was a good idea, he better thank his lucky stars that Mammon was mourning for a solid week before he could act on his emotions of anger. In my opinion, that’s enough time for the demon in question to runaway, maybe to the human world, invent a new identity. Go on holiday. To the Balkans, maybe. I don’t know. Mammon would probably find him. And as tame of a demon as he can be, no one wants to feel the wrath of the second born

-“…..Mammon, just go.”

-“…please….p-please don’t say that…”

Levi:

-“What the hell are you doing here?”

-Probably asking himself the same question, to be honest. It’s clear that you do not want to see him and that his presence was nothing more than a hindrance but for some reason, he really felt inclined to stay

-Levi was the last of the brothers to find out about your sudden predicament. After all, the incident itself took place during school hours and he was at home watching anime the whole time. Not to mention, he turned his D.D.D off completely so he wouldn’t be bothered by anyone before his marathon was finished so even though the brothers were desperately trying to call him, he obviously didn’t answer

-It was horrible, to put it mildly. Having to watch you get forcibly get strapped to the bed so you didn’t have the chance to attack anyone and even when you calmed down, it was clear you didn’t feel like talking to any of them

-In a way, this whole ordeal is really just feeding into his inferiority complex because even though he knows the words you are saying are not sincere, they still manage to affect him quite badly because it’s coming from you

-Despite the explanation being reasonable enough, he fails to not take it to heart and it sort of shifted his whole perspective on your relationship, much like Mammon, because of his insecurities

-By the time you’re back to your normal self, he is not. Completely out of energy as one might say. And yes, he’s used to not sleeping for days in a row sometimes but this is different because he is not doing it to catch up on a show he missed or to play with his fish

-This is a matter of your health being absolutely on the verge of collapsing entirely while your whole personality flipped like a switch, which made him anxious enough to not crave sleep or his usual entertainment past times

-While you’re still sick, he’s essentially hoping to Lord Diavolo himself that Satan knows what the hell he is doing since he was the one in charge of taking care of you, with him being more of an expert than any of the others and all. It’s stressful and the way you keep talking to him wasn’t helping in the slightest

-In all fairness, he’s almost acting as if you’ve died and he’s in the process of mourning you. Mostly because to him you were a completely different person altogether and he refused to believe the actual MC would be so blunt and dismissive. Even if you were to believe half the things you were saying, it’s not like you would willingly say it out loud to him no matter what because you always took into account how he felt about everything

-That’s what he keeps telling himself, though your insults are starting to get at him the more he’s in your presence. To keep himself occupied, he attempts to find the person who’s cursed you as a way to avenge you. Levi knows his brothers probably already did all sorts of horrible things to them and they obviously deserve it but he wants to take some petty revenge too! And what’s pettier than completely destroying someone’s social life through social media, especially when it’s helping him deal with the current situation <3

-“Can you just fucking leave already, you piece of shit.”

-“….MC….“

Satan:

-“Piss off Satan.”

-It doesn’t take long for him to start matching your energy in terms of anger. I guess it’s to be expected since hostility is usually met with more hostility and this is especially true in Satan’s case. Though it’s not clear whether he’s angry at you or the situation as a whole. It may well be both, but just because he’s the Avatar of Wrath, that doesn’t mean he’s completely unreasonable

-As usual, he was just spending his free time inside the library of the House of Lamentation when Mammon came bursting in, panicking from the looks of things before proceeding to grab him by the sleeve and aggressively yank him towards your room

-The whole situation was pretty bewildering to begin with but then, when he noticed the exact state you were in and just how badly you needed medical help-or the demon equivalent by any means, he low key started freaking out as well

-Truthfully, it was a lot of pressure on him. It was obvious that all of his brothers had really high expectations of him and were essentially pushing him to ‘fix’ you within the next 24 hours, which was probably not possible anyway

-However, on top of all of that, your overall demeanour also caught him really off guard and he genuinely had no idea how to react to your altered self once he has been updated on the matter

-Naturally, he is used to fighting fire with fire but as much as he is inclined to do just that, it really wouldn’t be fair on you considering you are not exactly capable of resisting the curse in question

-Honestly, he’s just glad (and extremely tired) once the effects of the curse are lifted because the whole experience was draining for him and as a result, he couldn’t even imagine what you were feeling after you started regaining your senses again

-Though he’s not the Avatar of Wrath for nothing and he sometimes can hold grudges for various periods of time, he doesn’t really hold anything against you, no matter how much you may have upset him while you were in that state of mind and for a few days, he may just appreciate the fact that he was able to do anything at all as a way to help ypu

-In terms of the foolish bastard that thought doing this to you was a great idea, it doesn’t take Satan all that long to come up with some kind of scheme to take his revenge on them. The whole ordeal has left him incredibly frustrated and agitated, so who would be a better choice to let all of his anger out on if not the dumbass that caused you to go through all of this?

-Don’t worry—the fourth born tends to unwind fairly quickly after releasing some of his anger so he should be by your side the next morning as if nothing happened <3

-“I’ll fucking kill you-GET OF-“

-“…MC, for the love of all that is demonic, stay still. I am not in the mood for this right now.”

Asmo:

-“…just… get out…I don’t want to see you.”

-Yeah, that alone would do enough collateral damage to last him for the next few centuries or so. Though he’s always been good at being perceptive and noticing when something is amiss with either you or his brothers, even Asmo seemed to be take off guard by your condition

-The effect you have on him is devastating at times, you know? He genuinely doesn’t know how to feel about any of this because he’s not used to seeing you react in such a way and he’s certainly not used to his brothers acting in such a peculiar manner either. It was almost as if they were lost on what to do next and that terrified him to a certain extent

-Even though you were against anyone keeping you company, someone needed to supervise you for obvious reasons. If something were to happen or your condition were to worsen, then the outcome of that problem would be in your favour if someone was there to spot it in time. Asmo usually volunteered to stay, since he didn’t feel like doing anything else on most days now that you were bed riddled

-Of course, Mammon also tagged along quite often and the two of them sort of bonded this way, though the circumstances of their stronger relationship is dubious by all means. You wouldn’t be able to tell but despite absolutely refusing to leave your side for days on end, your words did start wearing him down a little

-It wouldn’t surprise him if he were to find out you really despised him and his siblings after everything they did to you. They still couldn’t identify the curse quite well but for all they knew, it could’ve been used as a sort of truth serum that forced you to say what was on your mind no matter what

-Luckily for everyone else involved, Asmo is certainly capable of brushing off the insults you may have hurled at him and even though he’s still hurt by your words, he seems to realise that now is not the time for him to be offended or to mop about, since your condition was suddenly going to worsen before it got better

-I guess Asmo has always been rather good at prioritising the things and people he considered to be important and you are, without a doubt, one of them so his main concern was to ensure that you get better, not to worry over what you think about him

-Surprisingly enough, he didn’t need to think about the good for nothing scum that cursed you to begin with all that much, mostly because his brothers went and took care of them long before he even had the chance to react

-Doesn’t mean he has no intention of hunting him down later (if he happens to still be alive which is doubtful) and giving them a piece of his mind as well. Does this imbecile know how much sleep he lost because of what he did??? How many hours of distress and lack of self care-yeah he is probably gonna end up taking it out on him

-The good thing about having a smart ass for a brother was that Satan did heal you and way faster than most them had hoped for. In a week’s time, you were back to your old self again and Asmo could finally….relax after several days of anxious waiting. If you expect him to unglue himself from you once you’re back to normal then you’re fatally wrong.

-“Why are you even here? I thought the perfect Asmodeus would never need the company of someone who is so clearly below him.”

-“….MC, I could never think that. I…need your company more than anyone else’s so don’t say that. It’s not fair...”

Beel:

-“I fucking hate you so don’t even fucking bother talking to me.”

-Really, startled doesn’t even begin to describe his reaction to the current situation because he just came in to ask you if you wanted to go to Hell’s Kitchen with him and he found you strapped to your bed, yelling obscenities at him whilst his brothers watched from the sides, equally dumbfounded

-Surprisingly enough however, even though he may seem like the type to get emotional (which he is capable of being no doubt), Beel becomes really frustrated and angry once Mammon explains what happened to you and why you were in such a compromising state of mind

-Like, don’t get me wrong, seeing you act so indifferently towards him hurts more than his hunger pains when he doesn’t eat for a whole day but knowing that someone out there purposefully tried to turn you against him and his brothers pisses him off a lot

-And it’s probably because he knows it took such a long time for things to finally settle down and for you to be accepted into their family just for this to happen so naturally he’s not exactly happy

-Of course, don’t expect him to go off on a rampage on his own (at least, not until you get better) because honestly, he could eat the idiot behind this whole facade if he wanted to but he wouldn’t be able to enjoy it knowing you were still very much stuck at home and bed ridden

-For the majority of your recovery, he obviously stayed by your side (though he wasn’t as committed to it as Asmo and Mammon because he constantly had to go and fetch more food from the kitchen)

-Probably slept in your room as well, him and Mammon most likely took turns because after a few days of this, they were becoming increasingly tired and your bedroom floor isn’t exactly an easy place for someone to rest. They figured they’re not gonna be able to do you much good if they are drop down exhausted all the time

-Beel probably envelops you into the hug of the century once it’s confirmed there are no traces left of the curse on you and he’s almost crushing you but that’s OK because it’s been a tough week and he needs it (you too tbh)

-I would say he’s the most unaffected brother by your interactions with him whilst you were under the influence of the spell. Even though you deliberately went out of your way to insult and insinuate all kinds of horrible stuff about him, he didn’t seem to take too much of it to heart and brushed it off almost??? Didn’t stop him from sighing in relief as you apologised to him for saying all of that

-“Go annoy someone else Beel, I’m not in the fucking mood.”

-“…MC, have you eaten anything today?”

Belphie:

-“H-HEY!! Fucking let go of me-what the hell are you doing??!!”

-Unlike his brothers, he does not believe in the art of allowing people to heal on their own nor is he any good at giving people personal space when they may want it, he is simply against it

-So he’s pretty much aggressively holding you no matter how much you thrash against him-he’s surprisingly strong for a demon that doesn’t actually do anything all day so no wonder you can barely move whilst in his embrace

-The whole ordeal has pissed him off and tired him greatly, like two seconds in and he can’t decide if he wants to take a nap or go end the piece of shit that started all of this to begin with

-Honestly, he probably decided against both because maybe-just maybe-he was more needed here, at least until you stopped throwing shit at him every time he entered the room. In a way, he thought his presence might help but that’s just wishful thinking tbh

-Not going to lie, even though he tries to make it seem as if this is not bothering him at all, it does. Out of everyone, your hatred for him is, in a way, the most justifiable. Whilst he can see your dislike of his siblings as something that was fabricated due to the curse, your feelings towards him could’ve been real for all he knew

-That could be the main reason he didn’t feel like pissing off despite you telling him to do so every hour of the day and eventually he had to be pried away by Satan once he decided his brothers were getting in the way of your recovery

-That week may as well have been torture because time was going too slow and yet too fast simultaneously and he was in a fucking horrible mood the entire time (your attitude rubbed off on him) so this eventually lead to him snapping at his brothers on several occasions and fights breaking out more often than usual

-Once you are back to your senses (more or less) expect a pillow to be thrown at your head because that time period was so stressful to him he could barely sleep and he was anxious as fuck. By now, we know Belphie expresses his concern through anger and snide remarks so that’s to be expected

-Even though he is grumpy by nature, Belphie is internally so relieved to know you were not able to control yourself whilst under the influence of the spell and just happy that now he is 100% sure you don’t hate him as much as you let on during the past few days. However, the best thing to come out of this situation?? He got dibs on breaking the ribcage of the bastard behind all of this and now he gets to be a torturous little shit to someone else for a change

-“Huh? What are you going to do? Fucking kill me again? I don’t give a shit.”

-“………..”

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#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me angst #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #OM!angst #cursed MC #☂️ demon brothers #⭐️ requests #🌪 angst #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all

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Wjagauagjshs

But why is this exactly the kind of thing I am writing right now for the two of them

sometimes I forget how much power I have as an artist

#big puppy energy from both of them #obey me #obey me fanart #obey me mammon #obey me luke #i love them both

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okkotsu yuuta〈乙骨憂太〉 ↳ jujutsu kaisen vol. 0

#reblog #I love him sm :(

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I hope you are all having a Merry Christmas! It’s been a bit of a shitty year so fingers crossed that next year turns out to be better!

#obey me #merry christmas #have yourself a merry little christmas

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So are you doing the last part of self sacrificing mc? I'm quite excited. I can still wait for you to redo. But pls do the last part. That is my only request.

I’ve done it-it’s out

Luckily for me, I had someone tagged in my post and they were able to save it from being lost forever. It was a pretty big stroke of good luck and honestly, I’m extremely grateful that they reached out to me and sent me the whole thing-either way, I hope you enjoy part 2 of the self sacrificing MC being saved :)

#obey me #I’n really happy it worked out like this #obey me imagines #it’s done #finally but you know #it’s out #yayayyyy

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The Brothers stopping MC from sacrificing themselves (Alternative Ending): Part 2

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So uh…this took me long enough to finish….hah.

I don’t know what to say besides I’m sorry for the long wait. I’m usually pretty critical of my work and as a result I end up rewriting and editing a bunch of times. Which takes longer for me to finish for bigger requests like these. I did try my very best to make the last part of this series good but I’m a little iffy with how Asmo’s turned out, even though I’m pretty proud of the one I did for Satan. I hope guys enjoyed reading as much I did writing this :)

As usual, get the tissues ready because writing this one for the twins hURT

“MC tries to sacrifice themselves in order to revive Lilith. The following brothers catch them red-handed….”

Characters: Satan, Asmo and the Twins

Warnings: Mentions of gore, blood, attempted suicide, breakdowns, etc. Don’t read if you’re sensitive to this sort of thing.

Part 1 (Lucifer, Mammon and Levi)

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Satan

-“MC….I…”

-If he had been delayed and arrived two minutes later than intended, then you would’ve been dead. That sounds really harsh and by all means it isbut sugar coating the situation wasn’t going to magically fix anything; your arm and your fragile human life hanging on by a thread included.

-It’s a fucked up ritual, uncommon even amongst demons due to its unpredictable behaviour around individuals and the way it reacts with magic as a whole. That’s how you label a spell, or rather a curse since its effects are negative more often than not, as dangerous; if Lord Diavolo himself, the Prince of DevilDom and soon to be the King of its inhabitants, struggles to deal with the aftermath of such powerful curses then no one else really has any business coming in contact with them.

-Now, Satan is aware of all this because he would’ve had to study such topics for school on several occasions. Divination, witchcraft, history of spells, etc. These are all subjects he excels in and has put a lot of time and effort into understanding the concepts between each one. Knowing this, it’s only reasonable to assume that you only survived because he was so well-versed in curses similar to the one you were trying to cast. By the time he got to your room, you were already leaning towards the latest stages of the whole process and it’s generally harder to recover when your body and soul go that far along in cases like this.

-Luckily, you were still conscious. For the most part, that is. As long as you didn’t slip into any kind of critical condition, he was confident that he would be able to heal you in due time. Your wounds were bad but they could’ve been a hell of a lot worse so he reckoned treatment would go smoothly from then on out. Though, Satan isn’t the most optimistic to begin with. The stress was basically eating away at him, tearing him into smaller and smaller pieces until he was left with his thoughts. And the bloody dagger he found next to you.

-He was panicking. And, if you had to guess, he was getting very close to the edge of an angry outburst. You could tell by the constant muttering and laboured breathing as he tried to cauterise your injuries before you bled out. Despite the heavy steams of rage radiating from him, his hands were steady and calculated, doing everything methodically because if he skips even the smallest of steps, it would result in your demise. As he worked on stabilising you and enchanting the room so his brothers wouldn’t come barging in while he was trying to revive you, there was nothing else for you to do except watch him. I mean, you were in some pretty serious pain and it’s been constant ever since you started so it was difficult to focus on much but you couldn’t move, which you assumed was just a side effect of the the curse.

-“MC.”

-You weren’t paying attention so the sound of his voice made you flinch. The way he said it, your name I mean, wasn’t hostile per say but you could definitely tell he was being serious and you could just feel the dread creeping up your back because an angry Satan that raged and threw stuff around was dangerous; however, a Satan that sat in silent fury was straight up lethal and you weren’t about to piss him off even more.

-“Satan…don’t freak out, OK?”

-That appeared to have hit a nerve. He stilled almost immediately and raised his head to look through his bangs at you, glare burning like charcoal despite the softness of his touch. You could argue the fiery pits of hell were present in his irises and the damnation of everyone that has wronged him, confusion mixed with sorrow and droplets of exasperation as if he didn’t understand what exactly you were asking of him. You…wanted him…to not freak out? You might as well have been on your deathbed and you were asking him to not freak out? He wondered for a moment if you realised just how ridiculous you sounded and then came to the conclusion that you were delusional from lack of rest. Or maybe you were in enough pain to start spouting all this nonsense? But he was under the impression he had already used enough spells to lessen the pain of the curse. (A demonic version of morphine if you will). Perhaps he ought to have tried a stronger spell.

-“…MC, I have no doubt that I can cure you but as you can probably notice, I’m not exactly in a position right now where I can afford to relax.”

-“I’m not asking you to cure me.”

-The bewilderment showed on his face. Satan looked at you, blinking slowly as if his brain wasn’t quite capable of processing what you just said, “What?”

-“That was the whole point of this,” you sort of gestured weakly around you, as if to prove a point even though your arm in particular was in extremely bad condition. “I thought you might’ve figured it out by now. You’re quite smart, y’know. And good at putting puzzle pieces together like a detective. You’ve seen the dagger, right?”

-In response, he furrowed his brows and took one glance at the knife again, downright confused until he spotted it; the dark aura surrounding the damned thing and the inscriptions carved onto its handle glowing slightly in the darkness of your room. There was a moment where he didn’t realise what exactly he was staring at and then it dawned upon him that there was only one thing daggers like this could be used for and it certainly wasn’t for cutting vegetables. He turned to you and this time it wasn’t uncertainty that greeted you but the purest form of indignation and wrath.

-“You…why do you…?”

-“Satan, this-“

-“No MC, why the fuck do you have this dagger on you?!” That wasn’t an invitation to answer him. I mean, you could’ve tried but he would’ve just interrupted you again and you wouldn’t have been able to get a word in. Turns out you didn’t have to. It was almost as if he already knew, as if he could already tell exactly what you were thinking, to absolutely no one’s shock or horror. As you said, he’s smart enough to figure things like this out by himself. And he did, regretting it just seconds afterwards. He was still mad but you recognised something other than anguish and fire in those green eyes of his; it could’ve been hurt or regret but you couldn’t separate the two and the next time you looked, it was gone.

-“All of this…just to bring her back?”

-You felt deflated. That was your main goal, yes; to bring your ancestor back in hopes of easing the brothers’ suffering whenever as much as her name was mentioned. That was all you wanted really-to reunite them, allow them to be with each other again or, more accurately, give them a second chance at being a family. You wanted to voice out these concerns but you could sense that Satan wouldn’t find them reasonable enough to justify your actions.

-“If this is what I think it is then I genuinely don’t have anything to say to you besides the simple fact that you did something beyond stupid. There is literally fucking nothing that could make me think otherwise, MC so don’t even try!” It was a warning, from what you could tell. Obviously, Satan did not take the new information well and now he seemed to have swallowed himself into a pit of never ending fury-the kind that won’t let others interfere under any circumstances and one that will easily consume him if left alone. The spells he placed on you were finally starting to take their effect so you no longer felt as sickly as before, which gave you just enough strength to sit up and grab his attention.

-“Satan…snap out of it. If you’ve got something to tell me, then sit down and say it already.” Your throat hurt and had a burning sensation to it every time you spoke, as if you’ve been drowning in cheese graters or something.

-There was an intensity in his stare, visibly wanting to add onto what he stated just moments prior to this but deciding against it. You could definitely see it, the battle between his logical and emotional side resisting each other. He looked conflicted. And restless. Seeing someone as collected as Satan fidgety was a new experience all together but it was on a whole other level peering at this vulnerable demon you’ve barely laid eyes upon. Surprisingly, he did sit down. Being the Avatar of Wrath meant he doesn’t take kindly to commands while he is in a bad mood but then again, you weren’t ordering him to do so. If you were, he would’ve had to obey without a choice. Now, however, he willingly dropped himself onto the seat next to you even if he was gripping its armrests as if his life depended on it. Or rather, as if your life depended on it.

-You half expected him to turn into his demon form but he didn’t and instead spoke whilst trying not to snap at you too much, “I never met her. Our sister, I mean. She was gone almost as soon as I got dragged into this existence by Lucifer’s hatred towards his Father. I don’t know her.” His teeth were gritted and now he was back at checking your injuries, in fear you might’ve moved around too much and opened them. He only seemed satisfied after he ensured you weren’t slipping into a critical condition. “I don’t know anything about her; and I don’t suppose I ever will. Even though they talk about her all the time. And it’s so frustrating-to hear about this person that I don’t know but was apparently the reason for my creation.”

-You thought he might’ve been crying, but you couldn’t get a good glimpse at his face since he was still fussing over you and tightening the bandages he wrapped around you earlier. His voice was wobbly and you didn’t know either; had no idea what he was going to do next. Teeth gritted, he roughly ran a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the blood splotches covering it-your blood, “I don’t know her…but…there are times where I can feel her.”

-He stopped and placed hand over his chest, his nails digging into his shirt as if trying to stab his way in. The action seemed almost unsettling because of how aggressive he was being. “Times when I look at them and I can’t understand their sorrow or what the hell they’re feeling and yet I still find myself resonating with them all. It hurts. To the point I want to claw my heart out because it’s too much to deal with and then I try to understand but I still don’t. I know that she was my sister and that in exchange for her, my brothers got me instead. I know…she was kind but that’s mostly because that’s what I’ve been told, not because I’ve experienced it myself. I know she was important but I don’t know her and so the only attachment I have with her is spiritual. And that’s it.

-You struggled to listen to him and even as you did, you had no idea whether to laugh or cry. You ended doing a mixture of both, weeping and breaking into laughter at how ridiculous it all was. With pools gathering at the corner of your eyes, you rubbed them away with your fists as harshly as you could. His hands reached for yours, and you stopped. Talk about an unexpected turn of events. You were so sure of yourself just a few minutes ago and now you were forced to wonder if maybe your reasoning was wrong. Because Satan told you so and you trust his judgement more than you trust your own simply because he’s the smartest demon you know.

-“MC.” He said again, his wrath dissipating almost immediately as he traced your palm with his fingers subconsciously, “It would be…great if I could see her. At least once. I do want to know her and it’s hard not to when you live with my brothers. But not by trading your life away. That’s all I have to say about the matter.” Satan moved from your hands to your face, gently cupping your cheeks. You couldn’t tell if he was being affectionate or inspecting it for any signs of sickness, “I love you. So please, just…don’t leave me behind like that. Just…don’t. Stay here.”

-You wouldn’t have been able to leave even if you wanted to because he was still holding you and showed no intention of giving up any time soon. There was an urgency to the way he did it, and you guessed that he was still feeling antsy about the whole thing. All you could do was in lean on to his touch and nod your head. Things escalated so quickly, your brain really couldn’t keep up with all of the emotions you felt during this whole encounter. So, you cried properly this time around and he pretended not to notice as he continued to embrace you, allowing your thoughts to settle in properly before any further discussion was made.

-The Avatar of Wrath knows better than anyone else how overwhelming it is to be compared to someone you don’t particularly want to be associated with. Growing in Lucifer’s shadow since the day he was created was more like a cruel joke to him, and he ached to know you had similar experiences, to the point you were willing to exchange your life away just like that.

-There aren’t enough words in any pre-existing language on this Earth that could describe the pure rage he knew coursed through him at the very thought of you being dead, how lonely he would be once you were gone for good and how much he would miss your presence. He couldn’t let that happen, and to prevent this, he would need to keep a closer eye on you. After you were healed of course! And Satan was going to make certain your recovery would be quick-no matter whose blood he’d have to spare for that to be possible.

Asmo:

-“MC? Oh…”

-There was a lot to process at once. It would seem that he stumbled across something he wasn’t supposed to see-the atmosphere felt heavy and he could feel a draft coming from what he assumed was an opened window. From what he could tell, and that wasn’t much since his eyes filled with tears before he had the chance to straighten his thoughts out, his poor human was extremely sick.

-Honestly, there wasn’t a better explanation for the paleness of your skin, or for your bloodshot eyes or the dagger that you were weakly holding in your hand. Actually, the knife didn’t make any sense whatsoever but you knew it wouldn’t take long before he figured it out. You felt a lump form in your throat at the sight of Asmo panicking his way inside. It didn’t help that you dropped the knife as soon as you made eye contact with him so now he definitely took notice of it.

Obviously, he rushed to your side almost immediately and didn’t even give you a chance to explain yourself. You could tell, however, that he was freaking out because he was babbling something alone the lines of ‘reverse spells’ and so on, which meant Asmo could probably sense the magic used in the room. The dagger was the final act of the ritual but now it was lying on the floor and the fifth-born kicked it too, for good measure. It skidded across the floorboards and as it did, the sound made you cringe. Everything was too loud and you felt overwhelmed and dizzy and as if you were floating. You weren’t dead, of course but the curse had already taken its toll on your body and now you were starting to feel the effects.

-“MC?! Oh no-this…this isn’t right! The concentration of the magic in this room is too much for a human to handle, no wonder you are so ill! We need to get you out of here soon, otherwise….otherwise…!”

-You kind of wanted him to shut up. He was making too much noise. Still, you could feel your throat burning up and for some reason, you couldn’t speak no matter how hard you tried to get the words out. As if that wasn’t enough, you could feel pressure on your chest and now that you were aware of it, it made it harder for you to breathe. It almost felt as if the air itself was poisonous and your lungs were basically on fire for some reason. Then…you just passed out. You didn’t slowly drift off or anything, all of a sudden your vision just went black and then you were out for good.

-Thinking about it now, you must’ve been unconscious for days on end. I mean, you were stuck in a sort of dream-like state for what felt like forever. Moments passed by too slowly and you couldn’t do much besides sit and listen to the occasional sounds coming from somewhere farther away. Even when you did, eventually, wake up, things were still hazy for you. You knew someone was forcing some kind of medicine down your throat but other than that, you couldn’t tell much about your surroundings since they were too blurry to make anything out of them.

-In any case, the treatment must’ve been going well because you regained your senses soon afterwards. Or most of them, anyway. Nothing was blurring out anymore and your hearing seemed to have stabilised, more or less. You weren’t exactly healed yet but at least you weren’t writhing away on the floor anymore, in absolute agony. You don’t remember what happened after you lost track of everything back then. If you had to guess, Asmo called his brothers and you were carried to your bed, which is where you woke up to begin with. You imagine they were all freaking out pretty badly but the thing that confirmed this was the fact that your room was a total mess. Usually, this means the brothers all trampled over it in their frantic attempt to save you. Honestly, nothing was where it was supposed to be anymore.

-Apparently, from what you could gather, Lucifer and Satan were the only ones tending to you on a regular basis, with the occasional Mammon stomping in and demanding to see you. You figured that was reasonable enough-they were kind of the only ones with expertise on the matter of keeping you alive and you assumed they’ve already had doctors (both demon and human) check on you several times a day. They told you’ve been out for a few weeks and that even though the progress is slow, you’re getting better. Weirdly enough, they didn’t question you too much about what happened but there was no way in hell they didn’t already know. Either because Asmo told them or because they came to that conclusion themselves. It was the two of them that treated you up until now, so it’s not that incomprehensible.

-You didn’t get to see Asmo until a while later. Simply because your room was sealed off from everyone else to reduce the amount of physical and mental strain on you. By the time you were fully capable of moving your arms by yourself again and sitting up without any kind of support, Lucifer and Satan both relented and allowed their siblings to visit as often as they deemed fit.

-You really thought the twins or Mammon would be the first to rush in and see you but instead, it was the fifth born that came running in with tears streaming down his face and his make up all smudged, hair ruffled and disheveled as if he hasn’t been taking care of it for ages. It made you uneasy-to see him like this, knowing how much he values self care and looking after himself. In a way, it was hard for you to admit he was going through all of this because of you. And the thought made you frustrated since you’re the one that elicited such a reaction from him whilst you were trying to fix everything.

-“MC…I….I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!-“

-Before you could say anything or even contemplate on how you should answer, he lunged himself at you at full force, nearly knocking both of you off the bed. Despite this, he didn’t back off and continued to cry into your shoulder, tightening his grasp on you the harder he sobbed. You didn’t know how to comfort him besides returning his desperate hug, and you didn’t have much to say either. So, you stayed in that same position for what could’ve been hours, until your hands were stiff and Asmo didn’t have the strength to cry anymore. His body was still shaking, even as he pulled away and sat down next to you, eyes downcast.

-“Asmo….I’m sorry.”

-Your voice was barely above that of a whisper, as if anything louder than that was going to set him off into a weeping fit again. In all honesty, you don’t recall a time where you had be this careful around Asmo or be as wary of him as you were at the moment. That’s probably because he was the type to make the people around him feel at ease; like a special skill he possessed, the ability to spread his cheerfulness and attitude towards others. Well, that’s mostly due to his charisma but nevertheless, the point still stands. Watching him dig himself deeper and deeper into despair and sorrow was horribly painful since it was a clear contrast to his usual self. You apologised but the words were hollow knowing that you had caused this and a simple ‘I’m sorry’ wouldn’t cut it.

-He was silent for several more beats. Then, he raised his head and something didn’t feel right about the way he moved. Even as he shuffled around, his manoeuvres came off as mechanical, lacking any sort of flow or appeal and overall…dull. Now that he wasn’t sobbing his eyes out and you could get a good glimpse of his face; he seemed tired. Wary and aggrieved and terribly sad. But mostly tired.

-“MC…do you realise how scared I was?“

-Your turn to stay quiet. His voice was tight, and that’s how you knew this was going to end in tears again. Without much of a warning, his arm shot out and he grabbed your hand, gripping as hard as he could and almost crushing every bone in there to nothing more than powder.

-“Because I was petrified. Because…because you were sitting there, not moving and I didn’t know what to do. Because…..I….I genuinely thought I was watching you die-“

-There was nothing to say to that either. You couldn’t find the words for it and you decided you didn’t need to. Asmo was pouring his heart out to you and your own chest was hurting again, the stinging and pinching from earlier came back, and this time you knew you were just overwhelmed hearing him falter as he spoke. You could feel something warm trickling down your face and onto your lap, but you wiped the tears off before more followed and composed yourself. This wasn’t the right moment to cry about anything. If anything, you had to let him say his piece and move on without interruption because no real progress would be made otherwise.

-“MC…whatever reason you may have…if you try something like this again, I won’t forgive you. Ever.”

-This was unexpected. From the moment he entered the room, it was obvious that his feelings of dismay have already consumed him for more than just a few days, judging by his appearance alone but also by the toned down version of his mannerisms and speech. It gave the impression that he was a lot more introverted than he actually was. The deal with Asmo is that he is, and always has been, the loud and obnoxious type, willing to be as flamboyant and extravagant as possible, which further added onto his charm. The one that sat next to you, in that dreary and even (one could say) suffocating room, was none of those things. There were still traces, of course; the reflex of his hand grabbing yours, the struggle to keep his emotions at bay and the sporadic bouncing of his leg, itching to stand up and do something. Even so, he sounded cold. And you only expected cold when you were just about ready to just die and get it over with. You did not expect it from Asmo.

-“…I was-“

-His movements caught you off guard, as they always did. You found yourself facing him as he squeezed your shoulders now, hands empty with his warmth still lingering around. Funnily enough, despite your hesitance to meet his eyes and the slight trembling of your body, you relaxed almost immediately, as if the idea of tensing up whilst Asmo was around is downright unheard of. If anything, the only thing on your mind at that exact point was the fragrance of his shampoo and the inviting softness of his skin. You could easily understand now; how he could seduce humans and demons alike by touch alone. It was tempting. And then your head began hurting like crazy, breaking the spell before it even started. Though the pain was more or less subsided thanks to the heaps of medicine you were required to take, you would get random headaches every once in a while. As a sort of reminder, you suppose, of what you did and how close you were to biting the bullet. You wanted to lie back down but he continued to clutch on to you, eyes lacking any tenderness as his face gravely morphed into one of seriousness. You’ve never seen him make an expression like that and, quite honestly, never wanted to watch him do that again.

-“I don’t care.”

-There was a certain edge to the way he said it, not taking into consideration the abrupt change in his tone of voice or the roughness behind it. He sounded hoarse, as if his throat gave out completely. Which would make sense if you took more than a minute to think about all the crying he’s done.

-“…What-“

-“I don’t care what you were trying to do!” He shook your for a bit, as if to emphasise his point and drill it into your head. “That doesn’t matter! At all! The only thing that does matter is that you never do it again because next time I…”

-Trailing off, he released your shoulders and somehow you could formulate the rest of his sentence without actually having to hear him finish it. He obviously did not want to hear anymore on the matter and you were too exhausted to persist, drowsily keeping an eye on him as he fretted around you, slowly slipping back to his natural self now that he was sure you weren’t on your deathbed. It was kind of amusing, really. How he paced in circles in front of you, loudly describing all of the spa days he was going to have with you once you could actually stand up without any help. You imagined he’d already planned about fifty different trips to the salon and Majolish in less than two minutes but you didn’t expect anything less from the jewel of DevilDom, the one demon that is argued to have more influence at times than Lucifer himself.

-There was, of course, doubt. About many things, but mostly concerning how your actions impacted the members of that household. You’ve seen Asmo in a state you never wished to see him again in; it’s a rare occurrence for him not to look his absolute best but under the circumstances, you believed you were at fault for his lack of self care. Still, his visit promptly opened your eyes and made you come to the realisation that things would’ve taken a turn for the worse if you were to actually die. What you were witness to that day; that was just a glimpse of what the future could’ve held. And it was terrifying because of how out of character it was. The idea of everything going downhill saddened you, so, for the sake of Asmo if nothing else, you attempted to refrain from giving the whole ‘reincarnation’ curse another go. Just in case.

-Eventually, after you were no longer running high on emotions, you would’ve had the courage to tell him. The reasoning behind your attempt at taking your life and replacing it with hers. How it felt as if it was your responsibility to bring them all together again. It was a hard thing to do, admitting to the belief you were basing this whole operation on. Coming to terms with the fact that it was inherently foolish. It didn’t end up changing a lot, to be honest. Asmodeus continued to feel just as strongly about the situation as he did before, if not even more so.

-Granted, now he was no longer blinded by distress or tears so that made it easier for him to understand just how much of an impact his family had on you. By all means, you’ve helped them a great deal in the past, and it’s thanks to you that he even got to see the day where his family’s major problems were sorted out. However, your consideration was starting to alarm him a little bit. This wasn’t to say that he didn’t still heavily mourn for his sister but in his mind, Lilith’s chapter was over. Bringing her back would open up a whole new can of worms that he wasn’t sure anyone would be able to handle. The bottom line is that she no longer exists. That’s it. She’s dead, and has been for a while. As much as he looks back on his memories with her in fondness, he doesn’t suffer nearly as much as he used to at the thought of her, as the wound of her demise closed and quiet recently too. He’s got you to thank for that. Which is exactly what he ended up repeating to you over and over again, as he ran out of things to say and felt as if those words weren’t enough to convince you.

-Asmodeus no longer has the strength to endure the pain he feels whenever he loses something precious to him. Time always takes something-whether that’d be status or family members or even something as insignificant as a good night’s rest, which is essentially to a demon’s natural beauty. There’s always something missing sooner rather than later. Companionship is what he craved more often than not. When days dragged out for hours and hours, and he was already spent out even if he had no reason to. You made him feel….complete, but not in the traditional way. He possibly yearns for your presence, your attention and validation, more than anything else in the world and that’s perhaps what helps him regain his strength. Being left behind again… would hurt too much so even the fleeting thought of it tends to frighten him. Even once he no longer fears for your life, he still wonders if he could bring himself to live without you there by his side.

The Twins:

-“…..”

-The stench of your room is what really tipped him off about what was going on. It is subtle, meaning there’s not much of it to begin with, but the putrid odour of rust was definitely there and only amplified by the presence of unknown magic his nose could just about make out. He could sense it, swirling around and around, corrupting the actual fragrance of your belongings and replacing it with something so foul it made him want to vomit. There’s not many things out there that can make the sixth born recoil in disgust but that fear-inducing smell has got to be in his top five and as a result, it was no wonder he started shaking long before he laid eyes on you.

-“…Beel.”

-Even from the doorway, he could see the prominent splashes of blood that stained your bedsheets and the way it continued to drip onto your carpet; a noise that could only be described as deafening because it blocked everything else out and forced him to acknowledge that something was definitely not right. Panic finally settled in and the sight of you laying there, drained and possibly in unbelievable pain, made him to ignore everything that was going on in the background, including the way his brother called out to him. From an outside perspective, he looked as if he had malfunctioned, as if he physically couldn’t handle what he was seeing. And that was, essentially, the case.

-He could feel it. The weight placed on his shoulders at the mere thought of you dying. It was heavy, the burden of your death and the knowledge that he could’ve saved you but somehow failed to do so. You were still very much alive but he imagined you as a rotting corpse for more than a second and his whole world fell apart at that dreadful conclusion. It sent him into a frenzy of incoherent emotions he wasn’t prepared for and before he had the chance to process anything, he rushed to your side by the bed in an almost desperate manner. Quickly thereafter, he dropped to his knees and reached for your hand as he carefully pinned it against his chest, grip tightening when he noticed the smear of blood on your wrist. You didn’t really know if he was crying or not but maybe you would’ve been able to tell from the shakiness of his hand on yours or by the choked sob he let out as he hung his head low, unwilling to meet your tired eyes. Because he knew…he knew he managed to fail you again, just like he did before and just like he failed Lilith all those centuries ago.

-Belphie gave up trying to get him to listen. The state of mind Beel was in could not be easily breached and there was no way he would be able to pry him off you to begin with. Attempting to console his brother would be meaningless because situations like these never have a simple answer and it’s not like he would accept words of comfort that easily anyway so keeping quiet is really the only choice he has. Better that he leave the comforting to you, though not even that may end up being enough to make Beel feel better.

-The youngest found you first, surprisingly enough. In truth, he had stomped off earlier that day after a nasty fight with Lucifer and planned on locking himself in the attic until he cooled off before he had the chance to blow up on anyone else. However, on his way there, he happened to pass by your room and as he did, he caught a whiff of an odd smell that just about knocked him over from how potent it was. Perhaps he should’ve gone to get help from the others before investigating but he entered because by then, he hasn’t fully imagined the severity of the situation.

-Safe to say, he didn’t really know how to react when he found you writhing about the floor, puddles of blood forming around you and the dagger that was quite literally stabbed into your abdomen at the time. And then, seconds after stumbling across this scene, he had a moment where he could feel it slipping. It could’ve been his own sanity for all he knew or maybe his vision was just going blurry because of the tears or the suffocating scent overpowering everything because he thought he might collapse. And he probably would’ve, had he not stilled himself against the nearest wall and allowed himself to regain his composure for a minute or two. Or, at the very least, try to take rein of his emotions again because he knew he would have to do something and soon.

-Considering he was running out of options, the only logical thing he could do was help you off the floor and onto your bed, despite your insistent protests which did nothing to ease his nerves or convince him put you down. You were talking to him by then, but he was barely even paying you any attention since he was trying to figure out how bad the wound was. Or rather…the wounds. In comparison to Satan, he wasn’t quite as educated about the nature of spells since he slept through most of those classes but he could recognise one without much of a problem. And from what he could tell, things weren’t looking good at all. As he was pondering on what should be done, Beel entered the scene and, though he’ll be a bit reluctant to admit it, his presence made him feel slightly relieved. Having to handle this by himself would’ve been too much.

-“Beel…”

-It surprised you-just how weak your voice actually was. It came out as a whisper when you really intended for it to be loud enough to be heard over Belphie’s mumbling and Beel’s quiet breakdown. Right now, you were in a rather uncomfortable position; sitting up despite your wounds hurting like a bitch, the awkward feeling of being soaked in blood and the almost vice-like grip Beel had on you didn’t exactly help either. It was difficult having to focus on all of that though, because having the twins here doubled the pace of your pulse and now you were actually wondering if your heart was going to end up leaping out of your chest with how hard it was beating. The problem was that you had no idea what to say or how to explain to them what exactly you were up to. Neither of them are stupid enough to believe any bullshit excuse you may be able to conjure in that limited time so you speechless.

-“…You guys-“

-“What the fuck were you doing?”

-His question felt more like a demand than anything else. The bite in his tone of voice was expected but it still stung to hear it; to him it may have been justified, his frustration and his need to ask you what, exactly, your intentions were because stuff like this was unfathomable from his perspective but you weren’t in a position where you could be harshly interrogated without some kind of drawback on your mental health. Having people lecture sucks. But what hurts even more is when you try to help only to elicit negative reactions from those around you. Beel turned his head around to face his brother, mouth slightly agape, as if he finally realised he was there.

-“Belphie…maybe we shouldn’t yell-“

-“How can you say that?!” Belphie rounded on his brother now, brows furrowed and his face contorting into a scowl as the tips of his ears began to redden out of irritation. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the seventh born express himself so sincerely. Usually he acts all sneaky-like and hides behind the backs of others when misbehaving but now he was fully lashing out and even turning on his own twin of all people, “Look at them, Beel! They are, quite literally, hanging on for dear life right now! Shit, and I don’t even know if I can hold this spell off until everyone else gets home. Fuck if I know a single thing about damaged souls! Why the fuck did everyone decide today is the best day to leave the human unsupervised?!”

-Clearly exasperated, he started pulling on his own hair, as if that would help him conjure up some kind of decent solution. Everything his mind was coming up with was half-assed and wouldn’t actually work under any practical circumstances so at one point, he just groaned and smashed his head against the wall to his left, hand tangling itself with the vines attached to the surfaces of your bedroom. For a moment, you thought he was going to try and rip them off but he just looked at you again and this time you could tell he wasn’t going to take silence for an answer. You could feel Beel’s eyes on you as well and the pressure bubbling up from the very pit of your stomach made you fumble through your words a little.

-“…I don’t know, I felt that-“

-“You don’t know? MC, that’s just bullshit.” He pointed an accusatory finger at your bleeding covers and then at the dirty dagger that remained on the ground where he found to begin with, “You can’t look me in the eye and tell me you don’t know how you got those cuts across your chest.”

-You felt inclined to zip your mouth shut and never make eye contact with anyone ever again. Moving around made your skin feel as if it were on fire and there was nothing you would’ve liked to do more than to lay down and sleep because you were under the impression you were going to black out soon. However, you could tell that wasn’t gonna happen judging by the firm hold Beel had on you. Perhaps he was afraid that if you fell asleep, you might not wake up again. You didn’t want to look at him. Instead, you dug your nails into your palm and let your eyes fall downcast, at the filthy carpet.

-“MC….”

-The sixth born didn’t say much else but it was obvious he was also expecting an answer from you. And to be honest, they both deserved one. You really wished you could’ve prevented this because it created so many holes in your otherwise flawless plan. You never intended for them to find out your motives or reasoning because you didn’t know how they were going to react. This could apply to all of the brothers but the twins especially are quite unpredictable when it comes to most matters concerning the past and Lilith as whole. Tears were pricking your eyes long before you even started speaking because it finally dawned on you that your idea ended up hurting everyone more than you wanted it to. The whole point was to help them and yet you did the complete opposite.

-“I….I was trying to bring Lilith back.”

-At the mention of his sister’s name, Beel’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped, obviously taken off guard by your words. You could feel his gaze trained on your face, searching for some sort of explanation because that was the last thing he expected you to say. In truth, he was still semi-convinced that you were attacked by some random, low-life demon scum but now that you openly admitted to attempting a ritual that was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, too much for a human like you, he really didn’t know what to think. Actually, he was pretty confused and that was putting it mildly. He didn’t quite understand what Lilith had to do with it, or why her memory had to be involved in this business.

-Belphie didn’t react as much. His expression stayed the same, though it was clear as day that his eyes hardened and that his shoulders tensed in a way that wasn’t natural his usual demeanour. You couldn’t figure out if that response surprised him as much as it did his brother because there was a tiny fragment of a chance that he already put all the pieces of the jigsaw together and processed the overall image presented him. The youngest could be classified as intelligent, if only he was willing to put in more effort towards day to day activities. You’ve dully noted that, recently, the amount of effort used in his time spent with you and Beel has increased significantly.

-Neither of them said anything. A silent agreement between the brothers, if you were to guess. Some sort of understanding. They both wanted you to finish. You should’ve known a single sentence wouldn’t be enough to quench their curiosity because that’s just how they are. Even without saying anything, they were asking you to expand on everything and go in as much detail as humanly possible. You had no choice but to oblige.

-“It’s just…I didn’t know what else to do to help and we were learning about the revival of souls in RAD at some point and I found a bunch of interesting books on the matter while studying for an upcoming exam and-shit!”

-You were getting too worked up to continue. Your adrenaline was still running high but the pain from your injuries was steadily worsening. Maybe it was just your imagination running wild, but the thought that the bleeding still hasn’t stopped crossed your mind once or twice as you reiterated your story to the boys. You didn’t look down to check and tried to keep your hands as far away from your wounds as you could. If you didn’t get this off your chest now, you probably wouldn’t be able to do it again, no matter how much the others may prod at you to do it.

-“If I died to bring Lilith back, wouldn’t everything get sorted out? I mean, I thought she might be able to help you guys a hell of a lot more than I ever could- because she’s your sister, right? I found this ritual, in a textbook I borrowed from Solomon, that talked about reincarnation and the ideas behind lost souls. Reading that got me thinking about you guys and how you all really deserve to have your sister back with you. If I only needed to sacrifice myself to make that happen, it’s really a no-brainer so-“

-You trailed off; unsure on how to end that line of thought. Suddenly, your ability to put your feelings into words disappeared and you were just left with this uncertainty about what would come next. Beel had tears streaming down his face by now and judging by the slightly wobble of his lips, you could there there more waterworks in store for him that would only lead to a breakdown of emotions.

-“You are cruel.”

-The interruption made you snap your head in the Belphie’s direction and the jerkiness of your action made you jolt because the pain was definitely not getting easier to ignore. His sharp words were a jab, or more like a full-on stab, clearly directed at you, obviously meant to hurt. It was just how the Avatar of Sloth operated, he slowly lets his irritation sizzle out of control and then he has no filter for what feels like forever, saying anything that comes to mind and what he believes to be true. The scowl on his face said as much.

-“You can stare at me all you want MC, but that doesn’t change the fact that you were making assumptions about what would be best for us! You don’t get to make that decision! That’s up to us and us alone! I’ll decide what’s fucking best for me and that’s definitely not you sacrificing yourself for my non-existent benefit. I don’t need that! What I need is for you to get this through your thick head MC, that’s it!”

-“I don’t need this either, MC. What would I do if you were to leave like this? I…”

-Following the angry rant of his brother, Beel’s slightly calmer demeanour took off guard again. His cheeks were still stained with tears but other than that, it was almost impossible to decipher the fact that he had been crying just moments prior to this, save for the glazed eyes gazing at you. He seemed to be more composed and he wasn’t shaking anymore but you could still sense a vulnerability hanging about him. You were on the losing side of this argument and yet you still had to protest because your efforts alone wouldn’t be enough to make them happy, no matter how much you may have helped them in the past.

-“Beel…you could get your sister back? Isn’t that the best possible outcome? My death, compared to hers anyway, is nothing particular special so you don’t need to feel guilty-“

-“Just shut up.” Out of nowhere, an additional hand appeared and softly dropped on top of your head, as what you could only guess were means of comforting you. You didn’t hear Belphie approach, having forgotten how quiet his footsteps could be if he wished to be stealthy in the presence of others. This was severely out of character for the spiteful seventh born, who would much rather bury himself alive than admit defeat and put his defences down. “Shut up about that. Just because I was a idiot and said some stupid things about you back then doesn’t mean you have to go ahead and parrot me like a fucking parakeet, alright? Please….”

-You kept silent after this. Really, you had nothing to refute his reasoning with. Seeing how utterly desperate they both seemed, you couldn’t bring yourself to continue because they appeared to take everything you said to heart. Besides, the pain was becoming too unbearable to tolerate so even though Belphie was still speaking, you couldn’t concentrate on a word he was saying because of it. You weren’t even standing upright on your own anymore, mostly using Beel as a support system which he noticed instantly. In the next few seconds, he helped you lay back down and touched your forehead to get a vague idea of how your fever was coming along. On the other hand, you felt as if you were drunk, if nothing else. Tipsy. Your immediate surroundings were sort of tipping over and you felt sick to your stomach. You have no idea how you could handle it so we’ll before. You must’ve been so preoccupied with the twins and defending your mindset when this all began to the point you could block out the merciless nature of your wounds.

-Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Belphie pulling out his D.D.D, trying to contact one of his brothers and inform them about your current condition, in hopes of hurrying their arrival home. After telling his twin to keep an eye on you and not let you fall asleep, he stepped out of your room, still speaking on the phone with whoever was on the other line. You were alone with Beel now and he had you pressed against his chest now, hugging you and paying any mind to the blood getting all over him in the process. You didn’t even realise he had climbed in bed with you but it didn’t matter, because whenever Beel gets clingy like this means that he’s set on one goal and one goal only. From lack of blood and the dark magic coursing your body, you were too far gone to actually figure out what he was so determined to do. As you willed yourself to stay awake and save him the trouble taking care of you, he started talking to you again, allowing himself to be speak his mind and be honest with you about his thoughts and feelings because you told him he always could whenever you two were alone. You ignored the tears gathering in your eyes as you listened and curled your hands into his shirt, even though you were already basically glued to him already.

- “Lilith’s death was the biggest regret of my life, MC. Not my fall from glory or the lost position I had as a high ranking angel. Not the fact I am cursed with this insatiable hunger that can never be satisfied or the fact that I can’t get my brothers to get along as often as I wish they would. I couldn’t reach her in time, even though I tried and I tried so hard to save them both because I knew I would crumble apart without either of them by my side. I just couldn’t. My best wasn’t enough that day, MC. But…if I can help you and if I can help Belphie too, then I’m happy. I’m happy to have you here with me and I’m happy to still have Belphie too. I’m happy you’re both still here because there’s no one else I’d rather have. And because of that, you need to get better MC. And you will. And I know it hurts. But I’ll still be here. I’ll be here and I’ll wait if I have to. And I know Belphie will too, even though he’s really grumpy right now. So don’t worry MC. I can be of help this time around.”

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This was so late but even more so than planned. I had no internet for the past week or so and as a result this post had to be delayed a bit longer. I’m really sorry for the long wait-between the lack of motivation and overall irl things happening out here, I couldn’t seem to get it finished. Nonetheless, it’s our now and I hope you all enjoy reading it :)

@hanafubukki I …uh, finished your request. Finally. After two months. And thank you for sending it to me otherwise it would’ve been lost forever, I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help so thank you 🌸🌸

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