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Hero of the Devildom | My Hero Academia X Quirkless! Teen! GN! Reader X Obey Me

Guess who's back on their bullcrap? I am.

Anyways, I started watching MHA again and this crossover has taken me hostage. I wrote a bit of it before realizing it's gonna take me a while to get to the parts I really want to. I'm currently contemplating deleting what I wrote and just skipping to the MHA storyline, or keeping this... 6 pages and continuing where I left off.

There'll be a poll at the end of this post for audience opinion (does that sound weird? I didn't know how else to word it...)

Where are you...? One moment, you're walking into Aldera Junior High to attend another boring day of hell with Izuku, and now you're... In a courtroom? With eight, tall, windows, seven long banners, and several men in judge's seats looking down on you. The man in the highest seat starts speaking.

"Welcome to the Devildom, (L/N)... Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked, are we? Well, that's understandable. You've only just arrived, after all. As a human, it will probably take a little while for you to adjust to things here in the Devildom." The maroon-haired man spoke, his deep voice kind. You took a second to blink, before speaking.

"Aw, crap. What crimes did I commit while sleep-walking to get taken to Hell early?"

"None," The maroon-haired man replies with a chuckle. "In fact, your soul is far brighter than any Human I've seen before. Let me introduce myself: My name is Diavolo. I am the ruler of all demons, and all here know of me. And someday soon, I will be crowned King of the Devildom. This," He gestures to the room. "Is the Royal Academy of Diavolo... Though we just call it RAD. You're standing inside of the assembly hall, the very heart of RAD. This is where we officers of the student council hold our meetings and conduct our business. I'm the president of said council." He monologues, his expression becoming stern as he brought up his title and responsibilities.

"That's cool. My name's (L/N) (Y/N), aspiring I'll-decide-when-I-do. I am the ruler of the things I own, and President of the Aldera Junior High Quirkless Club. It's secret, though, so you can't tell anybody or I'll beat you up about it." You say, holding out your hand, but not expecting it to be taken. Diavolo chuckles again.

"Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me." He says, and you put your arm back down.

"Good... So, why am I here, again?" You ask, eyebrows creasing in confusion.

"I will explain everything to you." The raven-haired man sitting in the chair below Diavolo spoke. He had a stern expression, and although his arms were crossed like the Prince's, his body was much stiffer.

"(L/N), this is Lucifer. He is a demon and the Avatar of Pride," Diavolo introduced, uncrossing his arms. Probably to make Lucifer seem more inviting. "He is also the vice president of the student council and my right-hand man... And not just in title, I assure you," Diavolo then crosses his arms again and laughs. "Beyond that, he's also my most trusted friend."

An almost disappointed expression comes across Lucifer's face, and he shakes his head.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Diavolo." He scolds, before turning to you with an empty smile. "Speaking on behalf of the entire student body and storied school of ours... I offer you a most heartfelt welcome, (L/N)-San."

"Yeah... No offense, but that doesn't explain anything." You say, and something lights in Lucifer's eyes.

"... Interesting. This one is different from Solomon," He says to no one, before his smile drops. "Diavolo believes that we demons should start strengthening our relationship with both the human world and the Celestial Realm. As a first step toward this goal, we've decided to institute an exchange program. We've sent two of our students to the human world and two to the Celestial Realm. And we're welcoming four to our school: Two from your world and two from the Celestial Realm," Lucifer then frowns, and shakes his head. "So, I take it you've probably put two and two together at this point, right?"

"Yeah, you don't need to be so condescending about it," You say with a sweatdrop, childishly refusing to make eye contact with him as you begin slouching. Although you can feel his glare. Before he can say anything, you straighten back up. "But wait, why'd you choose me? I'm Quirkless."

"You having a Quirk isn't necessary for this program. Even if you had a Quirk, it would be no match in a fight against a demon. It would, at most, buy you another half-hour of living," Lucifer explained. "Now, your period of stay is one year. You will have to work on the tasks you will receive from RAD. After one year, you will write a paper about your exchange here in the Devildom."

"I have to write a paper?!"

"I am not telling you to write a doctoral thesis. You can take it easy." Lucifer assured. You sighed a breath of relief.

"Oh, thank goodness, 'cause I don't even know what a doctoral thesis is...!"

"Don't worry. It's not like I will abandon you all by yourself here in the Devildom. You need someone to look after you, and I think that someone should be my brother Mammon," Lucifer said, smiling with a glint in his eye as he spoke. But his own mention of Mammon made him start glaring. "He's the Avatar of Greed and... How should I put it...? Oh well, you'll understand soon enough."

Lucifer then raised his hand, revealing that he was holding- or at the very least grabbed- a cell phone.

"Here, hold out your hand," Following his instruction, the device teleported from his hand to your palm. Looking at it, you found that it had a red screen, with a white crow silhouette, and '66:66' for the time. "This device is called a DDD. It's a lot like the cell phones of your world. This will be yours to use for as long as you're here. Now, go ahead and try calling Mammon with it."

Unlocking the device with a swipe, you soon found your way to contacts, and scrolled down to the 'M' section. There, you found a picture of a dark-skinned, white-haired man wearing yellow-tinted shades.

"Yoooo." You hear Mammon lazily answer.

"Yoooo." You parrotted, raising two of your freehand's fingers in a peace sign.

"Are ya foolin' around? Who the hell are ya?" Mammon asked, urgency still missing from his voice.

"I'm (L/N) (Y/N). Lucifer says that you'll be babysitting me for the next year?"

"'Babysitting you'...? AAH! I get it now, you're the other human-- the new exchange student! Pfft, whatever. Ya think THE Mammon would come and protect ya just 'cause Lucifer said I would? G'luck with--" Mammon, in the midst of his goodbye, was cut off by Lucifer.

"You've got ten seconds... Nine... Eight..." Lucifer said, his voice casual. He didn't raise it for a single second, but it seemed like he didn't need to.

"YESSIR!" Mammon shouted, before hanging up.

"Sounds like you had a nice chat." Lucifer said with a smile.

"Yeah, he sounds super reliable." You state, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

"You look even more worried now, huh." Lucifer chuckles.

"Well, if you were suddenly brought to a strange place and then get told that an unfamiliar face will now take care of you, you'd certainly feel anxious. However, Mammon won't be the only one to help you out. So will his and Lucifer's brothers. And it's probably better that you do that instead of me, wouldn't you say?" The Prince said, looking down at his right-hand man.

"Yes... As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you're right." Lucifer agreed, a look of pain on his face.

"Oh, come now. Really? You should be honored that you get to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me!" A tiny, strawberry blonde-haired man spoke with a smile.

"This one here's Asmodeus. He's the fifth eldest," Lucifer introduced, gesturing to his right. "He's the Avatar of Lust."

"Wh... I can't believe you just totally ignored what I said! And not only that, you referred to me as this one. How rude!" Asmodeus huffed, his eyebrows furrowing into a glare.

"Hmph. At least he didn't ignore you altogether. How do you think I feel?" The blonde beside him said with a sigh.

"That one there is Satan, the fourth eldest of us. At first glance, he may seem like a responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving."

"Aha, so I'm that one, am I?" Satan replied with a nod of his head. He then turned his attention to you, a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you, (L/N). I am Satan, the Avatar of Wrath."

"The Avatar of Wrath?" You parroted.

"It basically sums up what he's about. He may flash you a pretty smile like that, but you had better be careful because it's all an act." Lucifer explained.

"If you continue saying such nonsense, you'll just scare (L/N). Don't take him too seriously, (L/N). Lucifer enjoys speaking ill of his brothers. He is the Avatar of Pride, after all." Satan said, a weird aura surrounding him. You brushed it off as his wrath.

"Sure thing." You agreed. One of Satan's eyebrows twitches at your neutral expression.

"Are you done?" Lucifer asked in a sigh, and you turned your attention back to him. "Now, the one there with the very grumpy look on his face is Beelzebub. He's the sixth oldest." Following his hand, your eyes soon land on a large man with carrot-colored hair.

"Lucifer, I'm hungry." Is all he said.

"That's too bad. Now behave yourself."

"I'm Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony." Beelzebub says, not really looking at you as he places his hand on his stomach. A second later, a nasty-sounding growl comes from it. You wince at the sound.

"So..." Lucifer says to get your attention again. "There are seven of us brothers in all, and I am the eldest. Mammon, the second oldest of us, will be here soon. My other brothers aren't here at the moment, but... Well, we can get to them later. All in good time."

"During your stay in the Devildom, six of the seven brothers will lend you their strength. To keep you safe, you are to stay with them at the House of Lamentation." Diavolo added.

"What's the 'House of Lamentation'?" You ask.

"It's where I live with my brothers. It is a rather spacious house, and it was originally a cursed house in the human world. So, I assume it won't be a problem for you- a human- to live there. Although we will all be living together, you should still have the means to reach us at any given time. All of our phone numbers are already in your DDD. And it already has a messaging app installed, but you'll have to add us."

"I'll go ahead and send you a message!" Diavolo said, pulling out his own DDD.

"Isn't that nice, (L/N). Now you will be friends with the future king of the Devildom!" Satan said.

"... Ugh, I don't believe this. Of all the rotten luck..." Mammon groans, hands in his pockets, and body slouched as he leads you to the HoL. It's been a couple of hours since you've been brought to Hell, and it's, admittedly, been pretty nice. After Diavolo messaged you, you were introduced to a tall, green-haired man named Barbatos, Diavolo's retainer. Just before Mammon arrived, he took your measurements for the RAD Uniform, and handed you a credit card with twenty-thousand dollars on it. Lucifer explained that it was your allowance for the year, and that if you wanted more, you'd have to work for it.

Lucifer also explained that the tasks you'd be doing for the next year were all dance battles. If you won, your soul got shinier, and that would help you resist the temptation of demons. It would, in turn, make you appear more tempting for demons, but you would be able to protect yourself using an app on your DDD called Nightmare. Which temporarily granted you the powers of the Avatars.

"Why should I have to look after some human? It's insulting, that's what it is!" Now, you were following a grumpy demon back to his house. "That rotten bastard... Does he really think he can scare me into doin' whatever he wants?" Mammon then turns to you. "Just so we're clear... It's not like I can't say no to Lucifer, okay?! I only agreed to babysit you because, um... Well you know, because... uh..."

"Because then he'd get sad and you can't bare to make your big brother sad?"

"Yeah, exactly! The Great Mammon can't stand to let anyone down, especially his family! Oh, hey, we're here." Looking ahead, your eyes land on a giant-two story house.

-=+=-

Also, a short list of pros and cons for keeping this:

Pros:

Those unfamiliar with Obey Me could stumble into the fandom (it's how I did!)

(apologies for how this'll contradict the first point) Some things will be added/changed to make it new for those familiar with Obey Me

It will set up some of the (Y/N)'s powers, and a little something interesting Obey Me's MC/(Y/N) that I'm planning on making a major moment story-wise

Cons:

We have to wait to get to the My Hero plot. A long time, too, because it took me a while to write those six pages

It'll give me less time to decide if (Y/N) gets class 1a as a reverse harem

Less set up for a slow-burn subplot regarding (Y/N) (it's not the story moment I mentioned earlier)

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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Aaa congrats on 666 :D you've been one of my favorite obey me blogs since I joined the fandom! can I request the brothers with an mc that looks/acts like they just walked out of a zombie apocalypse? Turns out that while the demons werent looking, things in the human realm went down hill ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

👀 I love this! Sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy!

Lucifer

When Solomon popped down into the Devildom earlier, Lucifer had noticed that the sorcerer looked a tad… concerned. After he left, Lucifer thought nothing of it until the second human exchange student appeared brandishing a gun and looking like they hadn’t showered in eight days.

After managing to disarm the human and avoiding the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, Lucifer managed to explain exactly why the human was in the Devildom and what was going on. In return, the human calmed down and explained what was going on in the human world.

…geez, shit really hit the fan. Uh… Lucifer wished them luck in their exchange year and foisted them off on Mammon. Lucifer was not about to deal with that right then.

(Apparently one of Solomon’s necromancing acquaintances had something to do with the mini apocalypse going on in the human world. Lucifer and MC were assured that the zombie problem was being dealt with)

As confused and annoyed as Lucifer was at first, he quickly became glad that the human had some kind of self defence on them. The Devildom was a dangerous place, and the human could nullify some of that danger by popping a bullet or twelve into some idiots’ heads.

But one of MC’s more annoying habits were their tendency to set traps and hoard food. They didn’t seem to grasp that lack of food wasn’t an issue and that there were plenty of spells in place to make sure-

Okay, Beel just raided the fridge. Maybe MC had the right idea. Up for sharing some spaghetti-o’s?

Mammon

Now listen here! The Great and Amazing and Mega-Sexy Mammon wasn’t scared of the human at all! Got it?! Good. He wasn’t scared of how dishevelled and dirty they were and how they looked like they just crawled out of a horror movie! Not at all! He also wasn’t scared of the baseball bat they threatened to hit him with if he continued to spout threats of eating them.

Pff, he wasn’t scared… totally not scared… *ahem*

Once the human took a bath and stopped pointing their various weapons at him, Mammon quickly began to warm up to the human in their own tsundere kind of way. Fine, he could admit that MC was kinda cool.

The one thing that Mammon just couldn’t deal with was MC’s traps… he kept setting them off while trying to get into MC’s room!

Oi! Don’t look at him like that! He wasn’t tryin’ to steal anything! He also wasn’t goin’ in there to hang out with the dumb human either! Wasn’t goin’ in there to check on em’ and make sure they were comfortable…

Mammon is also #2 in terms of food theft in the house. He just spotted ramen and decided that possibly getting hit with MC’s baseball bat of pain was worth getting his greedy little mitts on some dollar store noodles.

Leviathan

When Levi went downstairs to threaten Mammon for his money back, Levi immediately recoiled at the absolutely fowl smell coming from the human. Ew, normie stink was getting all over him! And why did they look like they just walked out of TellTale’s The Walking Dead?

Once MC explained their situation, Levi took it upon himself to mansplain the zombie apocalypse to the poor human that was going through it. He had played plenty of zombie survival games and he was surely the expert-

AAKSJAKAJANA- PUT THE BAT DOWN! HE’LL SHUT UP! HE’LL SHUT UP!

After that was over and done with, Levi decided it would be his job to reintroduce MC to some quality entertainment. There couldn’t be that many good shows to watch in the apocalypse, so MC (starved for entertainment) agreed to watch whatever Levi wanted.

Food hoarding? Been there done that. Levi keeps at least ten boxes of Pocky in his room at all times, and a crap ton of other snack foods too. That habit doesn’t phase Levi.

The traps on the other hand? HELL YES TEACH HIM MC! THAT’LL WARD OFF SOME SCUMMY MORONS! *insert Levi cackle here*

Satan

Satan was amongst the people who had the privilege of getting a gun pointed at them on the first day of the exchange program. He kept his fake little smile on his face, but he sure as hell wasn’t too pleased with the human.

He kept his distance at first, studying MC from afar and taking note of their weird little habits. Satan found it quite interesting how quickly this seemingly average human adapted to their new circumstances.

After the body switching incident and the murder train incident, Satan developed a fondness for MC. But… maybe MC shouldn’t have brought their weapons with them on one of their hangout sessions with Satan.

It was on that day that MC learned that Satan was as good a shot with a gun as they were… Rest in Pieces to the idiot that decided fucking with the Avatar of Wrath would be a good idea.

The traps… oh yes the traps… that exact skill set transferred perfectly to pranks! Oh if MC would be so kind as to let Satan teach them the way of the bastard (tm) so the two of them could annoy that pompous peacock together?

Asmodeus

Ewwwww! What was that awful stench coming from the- EWWWWW! Why was the human so gross and dirty! Someone get the hose! They summoned a feral one!

Asmo was less concerned with the fact that the human was threatening everyone with an actual weapon and more concerned with how they smelled like a month old macaroni salad.

MC got a bottle of admittedly pleasant smelling soap thrown at them before Mammon dragged them off to the HOL.

Despite the nasty first impression, once MC took a much needed bath and washed all that gross grime off of themselves… they were honestly really hot… man, apocalypses should happen more often if they produce babes like MC~ *eyebrow wiggle*

Though, the poor human still needed some work, Asmo declared himself their fairy goddaddy (I regret ever learning how to type) and took every opportunity to make sure MC looked their best and took care of themselves.

MC’s odd habits don’t exactly phase Asmo much, I mean, look at who he lives with.

Beelzebub

…he doesn’t wanna eat this human.

Listen, Beel will eat anything, but if he has other options, he’s not eating the gross dirty human pointing a gun at him.

At first, Beel’s pretty neutral towards anything and everything MC ends up doing. They barricaded themselves in their room to keep safe out of habit? Okay. They scarily polish and clean their weapons out in the middle of the living room? So does Satan on occasion. They cleared out the fridge- wait they cleared out the fridge?

BEEL WAS GOING TO DO THAT! PREPARE TO BE EATEN, HUMAN!

MC miraculously survived a hungry Beel attack by chucking food at him until he calmed back down. Beel felt a little bad for scaring them, but anyone with more than five brain cells should know not to steal food from the Avatar of Gluttony.

Anyway, once the two get closer, Beel’s always there for a hug and comfort if MC needs it. Just don’t let him near the food hoard. He will reduce it to nothing in less than an hour.

More than 90% of the traps that get set off are set off by Beel trying to get into MC’s room for food.

Belphegor

Father Dammit, Belphie wanted a nice easy defenceless human to murder, not this Rambo-lookalike. Whatever, sure the human looked tough, but Belphie’s a demon.

Well… Belphegor’s plan went to shit when he was in the middle of choking the human, who pulled out a gun and nearly shot him in the eye. He ended up dropping them in surprise when the bullet grazed his face and ended up getting MC’s boot planted into his forehead.

Yeah… Belphie did not fare well. MC: 1 Belphie: 0

After that nonsense, Belphie demanded begged that MC become his full time nap guardian. They were scary and could protect him, the totally defenceless war criminal 🥺, come on MC, don’t be heartless!

Similar to Asmo, Belphie isn’t too phased by MC’s weird habits. As long as they don’t try and steal his pillows, he’s okay. Those traps though… perfect for a certain older brother of his…

He joins in on Satan’s crusade to get MC to join the Anti Lucifer League. Puh-LEEEEEEEAAAAAASE MC?

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opalsdarkreadings · 3 years

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✰𝙅𝙪𝙟𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙆𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙎/𝙊. 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙨: 𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣✰

Pairing: Gojo, Yuji, Fushiguro, Nobara, Sukuna x gender neutral reader

Warning: angst, depression themes, mentions of blood

Notes: I love the smell of saddens and crying in the morining, great starter of the days. lol I hope you all enjoy, there’ll be some grammical errors so please just ignore and I’ll try to fix them when I spot them. And I’m addicted to this series and characters so I’ll be releasing a bunch of others stuff regarding this show soon.

✵𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂✵

You were going to get up, you always did. The two inseparable prankster would be back at it agian like always. Like old times. You....you were fine

But the pit of his stomach twist and churn, his heart aching with a new found sense of despair. He knew, so why didn’t he just accepted it.

NO! You were going to get up, you just liked to joke around that’s all. So why did he feel a surge of rage so deep, so painful that ach his very core. Even destroying the special grade left nothing but dissatisfaction.

For the first time in his life he felt... hesitant.

Your body unmoving from the blow dealt by the curse demon. The curse being dealt with in seconds afterwards. The stillness felt eery, his heart pounding against his chest as he makes his way to you unmoving body

He crouch and pulled the slik blind off his face, beautiful bright blue eyes scanning over you body. Sadness being reflected in them but he kept that signiature smile of his

“S/o...can you still move?” He asked hoping, silently praying you could at least answer him.

...nothing.

“Cutie-chan~ quit playing around...get up so we can go home....” the weak laugh that left his lips felt more like whimper, as you continue to not answer him.

He doesn’t even know why he’s trying, he should be use to it. He’s lost thousands of friends in battle, time and time agian. One of his students wouldn’t come back, a coworker that didn’t make it, a close friends that died tragically. He’s heard it all.

So why did it hurt so much?...

Droplets fell over you color ridden cheek, you body being lifted into a broad chest. As Satoru buried his face into the crook of your neck, that awful perfume he hate infiltrating his nose, a choked laught left him.

“God I hate that perfum..”

That smile of yours as bright as the evening star, flooded his mind, your words ringing out as he cradled your dead body.

“I know you do, but you still love me~.”

✵𝘆𝘂𝗷𝗶 𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶✵

That face, you always made that face whenever you did something stupid. Honestly, he couldn’t talk much, seeing on half the crap he’s done was on impulse, however...god you were an idiot.

You Could’ve lived, left him there on the cool slab of the concrete, the beast that was too far over their heads coming his way. He could’ve handled it, Sukuna was a stubborn bastard, but wouldn’t let him die.

You were and utter fool and he cursed about it to this day.

But it all felt like slow motion, the pounding of your footsteps hitting against the ground, his weak shouts trying to get you to go back. The drop in his stomach as that sickening crack echoed out the domain.

There was so much blood, the walls were splattered with it, the floor painted a sea of red, your body nothing more than crushed remembrance of what it used to be.

He’s never felt such a feeling of rage so strong before. All his actions a blur until late on. When he’s bound by a cursed rope and set aside near the school where the cursed demon was located.

A stretcher hauling, what’s once was your body. Your hand peeking out from under the blood covers. That’s all it took for him to lose it.

The rope keeping his struggling body from moving as he sobbed hysterically.

“S/O! S/O! Answer me please..please! Why would you do that?! You’re such an idiot damnit, don’t you dare leave me...you promised.” He fell over the harsh ground, tears cascading down from his cheek to the floor.

Fushiguro and Nobara gazes lowered to the ground. Effectively trying to hold back their friend as your body was carried off.

His sobs turning into quiet whimpers. It dawned on him, he’s was official alone now. You and his Grampa being taken from him unfairly. He had no one, you would never smiles at him agian

Slap his head whenever he got a little to handsy or tease Him relentless when he slipped up and blurtted out random things

Your sweet laugh would be distance memory of the past, something that made his heart squeeze with hurt.

“That’s no fair...it’s not fair.” He mumbles soflty to himself

Sukuna for once, was eerily silent.

✵𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶✵

He still couldn’t believe it. It all happened so quickly. One minute you two were sharing a passionate night, basking under the moonlight as you kiss and bodies dance together.

And the next, he’s cradling your bleeding body, words stuck in his throat and horror swirling on his eyes. Trembling hands trying to stop the blood from gushing out from your neck.

The bastard had got away but he could care less. “S-s/o..just...just stay awake for me okay...c-can you do that for me?” His words trembled off his lips, your eyes shifting over to his. The dullness setting in.

Weakly, your fingers brush over his cheek, his hands reaching up and taking hold of them as he kiss over the knuckle. “You’re....you’re gonna be okay! I promise the others are coming.” He hadn’t realized it but tears had already started falling from his eyes.

He was lying out his ass, the culprit behind this, another cursed user, has been terrorizing this part of town for months now. They weren’t letting him getaway, so you’re mostly his responsibility till the aftermath. He knew you didn’t have that long.

He went to move you but you grunt in pain, more blood pooling out from the wound. He cursed and held you on the bloodstained ground.

“I’m sorry...I-I’m so sorry..” he mumbles into your neck, uncaring if his face was stained with blood as his quiet sobs racked his body.

With as much strength you could muster, you raised your hand to be lazily placed over his head and stroked it over it like you always did.

“I...I l-love you..” you whispered to him, your body becoming slack and your hand falling to your side.

He didn’t need to check, he didn’t need to see whatever expression your face was making to know that you were gone. His grip over your lifeless body tightens, his cries reaching into screams.

This felt all too familiar to him.

He wanted to blame you for breaking his defense, to inching so close to his heart. For making him so happy and attached, but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy the moments that came with it.

The memories that’ll forever stay replaying like a broken record in his mind. This is why he didn’t try to make friends, he didn’t try to get close, he hated that he loved you so much.

✵𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝘂𝗴𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶✵

Maybe she was too mean to you, not caring enough, She mishandled you to many times, to many fights and arguments over tedious things that should have been left as it was.

Was this her punishment? She allowed for such actions to boil and fester, and now what? A dumb argument over a stupid past that no longer connected to you and the exchange was your life.

Even though you said you sorry’s, I love you’s, there was still tension before you both part. Nobara saving to say all those mushy things she felt for when you were back in her arms

Oh, the deep regret she felt.

The way her teammates came back quieter than usual and more seemly more sluggish then earlier

“What are you idiots standing like that for, that cursed demon shake you that bad. Hmph, simple enough what would you guys be with me?” She teased her sly smile spreading over her lips before it falter

They didn’t even try to agrue much less protest, they just seem distraught, stunned even. Then I dawned on her, they were missing someone...they were missing you.

“Where’s...where’s s/o?” She asked them soflty. A look of guilt overcame Yuji's features as he fished for something out of his pocket.

Confusion ran across Nobara face before it morphed into horror. A single scrap of a school uniform being held out in his hand.

“We...we couldn’t get their body..” Megumi finished his gaze meeting her’s before falling back to his feet. Fist clenched tightly to his side.

She barely heard anything after that, her eyes fixated on the single scrap of clothing. She inched to Yuji taking it and stroking her thumb over the material.

She bites her bottom lip, this was fates cruels joke. She didn’t deserve you from the beginning, it seems like everywhere she went someone had to leave her.

But why did it have to be violent? Why you out of all people. Maybe she should have told her how much you meant to her.

How much of a rock and pillars you were in this crazy life of hers. A beam of reassurance and love that she could always depend on whenever she needed you.

How does she continue now, that beams were gone, taken from her so harshly. The only things she could cling so desperately to have been the last thing she saw you in.

What a cruel world she lived in.

✵𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚✵

There was always some form of a catch when it came to huamsn. No relationship or friendship was formed without a common goal or another interest being taken into play.

The sweet smiles, honey-coated words, and gentle touches were always a facade...wasn’t it?

He could care less about what happened to you, what became of you. After all humans are dirty devilish creatures so even more so then cursed beast.

But he didn’t understand... he didn’t understand why he felt such strong stings of anger, sadness, and a bit of shock bubble in him as you push him out the way.

Did you place some sort of technique over him, that made the king of curses catch such disease as emotions? Laced your words and touches with magic that only you could see and undo....no that’s not it.

Possible it was this damn vessel's fault. Always hanging off your words and embraces like a lovesick fool. Opting to distract himself with your praise and love then rather focus on what’s important at hand.

though denying that he didn't enjoy your persevere, from time to time would make the ping of guilt worsen.

Your body hit the floor with a loud thud, the gaping hole through your chest made the anger and feelings of anguish flow in him.

He didn’t even notice when he had taken over Yuji's body, destroying the very thing that took you away from him. The slaughter more animalistic and erratic as his state of sanity seems to be blown out the window.

He cares not for the look of horror and fear that clouded Yuji's teammate's face. Not concerning much of his attention to them, he came over, plucked your dead body from the ground, and disappear.

Appearing back to that place you talked with Yuji so dearly about..what was it again. He couldn’t recall the name, only knowing about the large wisteria trees that guard the scenery.

“Dumb human...surely foolish beings you are.” He mumbles you head was press into his chest as he looked out from the Cliffs view.

“Look what you have done, making me feeling things for you..” his voice soft as he pushed back small strands from your face. Yuji memories of this morning playing back

“You two better make it out of here alive or I’m kicking both of your butts.” You proclaimed earning a whine from Yuji and scoff from Sukuna as he appeared on the other’s cheek. “Dare I ask how you’ll be able to deafest me, don’t bite more than what you can chew.” He threatens but only succeeded in making you laugh, “Mhm..yeah you’re right I’m just worried about my two favorite boys.” You had told them, leaning in and kissing a flustered Yuji, “I love you both so be safe.” Okay and no stupid actions.” You scolded Yuji plucking the boy's head.

A weak laugh fell off from his lips, “Looks who’s talking, you’re the one that’s gone and died on us..” he spoke aloud. Moving to crouch by the tree and sit your body against the bark.

He let one finger trail over your lips and down your features letting them be engraved in his memory as he gazes down at you.

That disease having still affecting him, even as you lay dead in front of him. These feeling of sadness and heart ach and most of all loneliness suffocating and clawing at his throat

He dare not shed a tear, Yuji would do enough of that for the both of them. Instead, he let his hand gently cup over your cold and colorless cheek. The warmth he remembers oh so clearly, know felt like something that occurs ages ago.

He leans his forehead against yours and shutting his eyes, and allowing Yuji to take control.

You’d never heard him say, though he wished you are hear so he could that dazzling smile as he did

“I love you... S/o.”

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The King Has The Final Say

4K words, TW: degradation kink, public sex

It started months ago, in a boring student council meeting. Lucifer droned on about some nonsensical business crap, while Diavolo struggled to keep his eyes open. He looked around the room, trying to interest himself in something before he fell asleep on the spot.

And then his eyes fell on you. The human. Looking at your phone subtly under your desk. He grinned. Not paying full attention in student council meetings was prohibited. A million possible punishments flew through his kind, grin turning to a smirk.

Later he could edge you to your limit, make you beg and whine for him while he denied you. He could spank you so hard your ass turned violent red. Diavolo could do whatever he wanted with you, and you would let him. Because Diavolo was the only demon in your heart. The only one you would ever be capable of loving, because he would never share you with anyone else. You were proudly his.

He felt his cock strain in his pants as he imagined how tightly you would shut your eyes, barely able to gasp out his name between moans. Oh how he would make you moan his name. He imagined your beautiful hands trying to grasp him as you lost yourself in pleasure.

It was no longer about punishment to him. He wanted to see your face as you let go, and trusted him to control you..

“Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer questioned, eyebrows raised.

Diavolo’s focus snapped back to reality. His face flushed. “Y-yes Lucifer?”

“I was asking if you would approve a new ruling for the student council to involve both humans, angels and demons. Seeing as… one human is already here.”

Everyone’s eyes slid to you, and Diavolo felt his teeth grit. The human he had just day dreamed about fucking into oblivion, now sat unaware as everyone’s eyes trained onto you.

You were still on that goddamn phone. And everyone knew it. What a fucking embarrassment. You were Diavolo’s lover and you couldn’t even pay attention in one short meeting… Sure Diavolo himself hadn’t been, but he refrained from making it obvious.

“Mc.” He growled.

Your eyes widened and darted up to Diavolo’s. You knew you had been caught. “Uhh…yeah?”

Lucifer groaned and pinched the top of his nose. Leviathan let out a quick laugh. Even Belphegor had been smart enough to stay awake through this meeting, knowing it was important.

And here you were, a lowly human. Not paying attention. It was punishment time, Diavolo decided.

“Come here, love.”

You blinked slowly, hearing the sharp tone in his voice. Well, you were truly fucked now. Slowly getting up, you walked up to the head of the room, where Diavolo sat.

He gestured to beside him, and you moved to stand next to him.

Once again your eyes widened when your gaze flittered down to the ground, but caught on something that yearned for your attention. The bulge in Diavolo’s pants. Your eyes snapped back to his, seeing the glint of playfulness in his eyes. You were completely fucked.

“I’m sorry, Lord Diavolo. I did make the movement a little too long-”

Diavolo waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine Lucifer. Mc here is the one who was acting like a brat.”

The brothers exchanged looks.

“I’ll just have to punish her.”

You blinked at him, confused whatever he could mean by this. You weren’t a stranger to Diavolo’s punishments. You loved to receive them, going out of your way to get them. But he never mentioned it in front of the brothers.

“Diavolo-” You began to say, without realising your mistake. In an instant you were kneeling beside him.

“It’s not Diavolo, love. This is a very official meeting. You’ll address me as Lord Diavolo, only.”

You felt your breathing heighten at his words. It sounded strange… but not like he was trying to tell you off. Almost as if this were a different, more arousing situation.

He grabbed your neck as he stood from his throne, lips tracing the shell of your ear. “You know your safe word?”

Flushing instantly, fully aware of what he was planning, you contemplated for a second. But you trusted Diavolo. “It’s Atlantis, right?” You grinned, smiling at Diavolo as if you deserved a reward for knowing this.

He agreed with that logic. Carefully biting your ear, he licked a stripe down your neck. “It is. Good girl.” His hand traced your throat.

“That doesn’t make up for being bad though.”

Lucifer cleared his throat loudly. “Lord Diavolo, as much as I disapprove of Mc’s disrespectful behaviour towards this meeting, is it really necessary to-”

“Yes.” Diavolo cut Lucifer off. Lucifer coughed and looked away from where you were kneeling next to Diavolo. “This is necessary. She’ll never learn if I don’t teach her a lesson.”

Diavolo’s large hand moved to grip your chin, forcing you to turn to face Lucifer. Your big eyes stared into Lucifer’s. He looked nervous.

“And, she wants this. Don’t you, love?”

You nodded slowly, making Lucifer gulp. Finally, after a few seconds of gazing at each other, Lucifer looked away.

The Demon Prince grinned, sitting on the arm of his chair to be in front of you. “Anyway. You were asking about diversifying the student council?” Diavolo said, while caressing your cheek.

Lucifer nodded, attention back to his notes. “Yes. Since there is already one human partaking in the meetings, I’ve considered it would be a good idea to add the other transfer students.”

Diavolo hummed, his fingers tracing down to trace the collar of your shirt. You breathed heavily, fingers fidgeting to touch the demon before you.

“No moving.” He hissed, reading your mind.

His large fingers undid your buttons slowly, pulling it down to reveal your collarbone. Grinning, he pulled the top of your shirt down, ripping some buttons along the way.

“Lucifer, while I think your proposal is well thought out, I don’t think you’ve considered just why Mc here is allowed to stay in these meetings.”

Lucifer’s eyes drifted to meet Diavolo’s. He struggled not to look where Diavolo was taking off your shirt and coat.

“What do you mean? You told me Mc participates in these for human realm representation.”

Asmodeus snorted loudly. Everyone’s attention drew to him and he sent a wink in your direction.

“Mc is clearly here for one, very obvious reason.” Asmodeus said in a singsong voice.

Lucifer’s eyebrows darted up. “And that is?”

Diavolo grinned down at you. “She’s my plaything.”

“P-P-Plaything?” Leviathan stuttered.

“What the hell's that s’possed to mean?” Mammon snapped.

Diavolo wrenched your coat off, tossing it onto the floor in the middle of the room. The seven brother's eyes followed the coat as it fell to the ground.

“She’s mine. And I don’t want her to leave my sight.”

Lucifer ignored the comment. “Regardless of why she is here, I feel that further insight from a different point of view could be helpful.”

The prince ignored Lucifer, tearing your shirt away from your body. This left you in your bra, feeling more than exposed. Your eyes darted nervously to Diavolo’s.

“Lord Diavolo…” You barely whispered.

He frowned, getting off his seat on the arm of his chair to kneel next to you. Caressing your cheek, he placed a gentle kiss on your skin. “Are you really fine with this?”

Seeing the look in his eyes made your stomach do flips. He really cared for you. You grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him against you. Your lips captured his, pressing feverishly against his soft lips.

Diavolo stopped for a second, surprised by your sudden advancement. But soon he responded just as passionately. His lips seemed to softly crush yours, his hot breath invading your mouth as your lips opened to him. Diavolo’s tongue traced your lips softly before entering your mouth. With his hard body pressed against your own, you could feel his heart beating loudly next to yours.

You pulled away from him panting slightly as you felt yourself becoming lost in his commanding eyes.

“I trust you.” You licked away the sheen of spit that remained lightly on your bottom lip. Leaning in towards him, you breathed in his lustful scent.

“And besides…” Your eyes glinted dangerously. “I want this… so bad..”

He let out a loud groan. Diavolo grabbed your shoulders, almost smashing you into him. His lips parted as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. “God.. you do absolutely terrible things to me.”

Your eyes glinted mischievously. “But doesn’t it feel wonderful?”

His hands found purchase on your chest, his tongue licking your lips while he caressed you. He ripped away your shirt, throwing it to join your coat on the ground. You were left exposed in just a lace black bar. Diavolo grinned against your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving marks everywhere he trailed.

“Diavolo this is entirely inappropriate-” Lucifer snarled, throwing his notes down on the table.

Diavolo let out a dark chuckle. “Lucifer, I appreciate you. You’re a wonderful right hand. But,” Diavolo glared at Lucifer. “I'm the one in charge.”

Lucifer’s gaze dropped. “Of course, Lord Diavolo. I didn’t mean to challenge you.”

Diavolo smiled at him, multitasking as his large hand squeezed your breast. “It’s fine, Lucifer. Now, continue reading your notes as I continue what I’ve started.”

Clearing his throat, Lucifer continued the meeting.

Meanwhile, Diavolo’s hands continued to stray across your torso. His lips followed suit, coming to a still at your nipple. He sucked on it, ignoring the way you moaned in embarrassment. The brothers eyes bore into you, making your face turn even redder. Every second that passed with Diavolo groping you, tongue swiping over your breasts, you grew more and more mortified. Your eyes wrenched shut, trying your hardest to ignore the others in the room and just focus on how arousing the feel of Diavolo’s lips against your tits felt.

“Oh. Your nipples are getting so hard.”

Your eyes shot open. “D-Diavolo!”

His long fingers shot up to tug at your unattended nipple. “I told you already, it’s Lord Diavolo.”

You nodded slowly, struggling not to beg him for his cock. “S-sorry…”

He grinned, fingers caressing your hardening nipples. “You know, your nipples seem so much harder than usual.” His fingers gave your nipple a twist. “I wonder why that is…?”

Lucifer cleared his throat, more than flustered. His voice began to crack occasionally and Diavolo noticed how he couldn’t turn his glowing red eyes from Mc’s body. Instead of being annoyed that the seven brothers had their eyes glued to Mc, it somehow aroused Diavolo.

Everyone in the room had their eyes glued to your body, but only he could have you. Only he got to taste your lips, or palm your precious tits.

Even thinking about touching you was a massive turn on. He could feel his dick hardening uncomfortably in his pants. But he would get to that later. Right now, all eyes were on you.

“Is it because there are other people watching?” Diavolo questioned accusingly.

Your face flushed a burning shade of red, your hands going to attempt to remove his from your body. Stubbornly, his firm hands stayed in place, gripping you harder as if to mock you.

“Oh? I assume that’s a yes. Do you feel good knowing others get to watch you like this? That they get to see these wonderful tits as well?”

You bit back a moan, trying not to let out any sounds in fear of embarrassing yourself more.

“That’s it right? You like showing off to all of these men. Do you want them to watch me ruin you?”

His eyes scanned across the brothers faces, wondering if he should give them a way out in case they were uncomfortable.

He was met with nothing but lustful gazes. Diavolo could easily tell that Asmo and Mammon were palming themselves through their pants, thoroughly enjoying the show. He chuckled.

It was obvious they lusted for you. But assuredly out of their fear of the Demon Prince, none of them dared utter a word.

Suddenly, it occurred to Diavolo that perhaps this wasn’t the best idea. While he loved having you writhing under his touch, nipples begging for his attention, he hated the idea of sharing you. Then his eyes met yours. And he could only see himself reflected in them.

Smirk widening, his hands trailed down your torso to your skirt. Lucifer’s eyes widened. Without a second of thought, Diavolo tore away your skirt, leaving you well and truly exposed in only panties. His dick hardened when he saw the wet patch, barely evident where your pussy was hidden.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He groaned, fingers dancing along your panties, barely providing any friction to your aching pussy. “I want to pound into you until you’re begging for me to stop, I want to absolutely ruin you.”

Your back arched as his fingers pressed against clothed pussy, making you whine for more. His lips turned their attention back to your nipples, alternating between them. His fingers pressed your panties slightly into your pussy, wetting them with your juices.

“P-please, Lord Diavolo!” You cried, reaching your hands out to grab him, trying to grind against his fingers.

You yelped loudly as his hand slapped your sensitive pussy.

“As much as I love hearing you moan for me, this is a punishment. If I just gave you what you wanted, it wouldn’t be a good punishment. So~”

He snapped his fingers and Barbatos approached from practically nowhere, a pair of handcuffs in his hands. He passed them to Diavolo, and the Demon Prince jangled them in his hands. Grabbing your wrists roughly, he locked the handcuffs around your hands, securing them behind your back.

“Lord Diavolo…” You breathed, mind practically flooded with thoughts of the Prince’s cock.

To your surprise, his hands gripped your thighs, pulling you back up onto his throne and seating you on his lap. Before you could react, he wrenched your legs apart, exposing your sodden panties.

His finger ran up your clothed slit once again, pushing slightly against it. “This is a nice view for everyone… but since you’re already this far, I think it’s time you give the boys something to get off to.”

“W-what?” You gasped, confusion turning to shock as he tore your panties from you. “D-Diavolo!”

He delivered another firm spank to your pussy, the feeling even more arousing now that it was to your bare skin.

“It’s Lord Diavolo.” He corrected.

His gaze once again turned to the brothers. Looking to their faces one by one. Lucifer was obviously flushed and anyone could spot the large bulge in his pants. Asmodeus no longer seemed concerned with preserving his modesty, as the instant Diavolo had torn away your panties, he had pulled out his dick. Clearly stroking it, he had a wide grin on his face when Diavolo’s eyes met his.

Diavolo partially slipped his finger inside your pussy, your natural lube enough for it to slide in easily. You leaned into him, hands writhing uselessly behind your back.

Mammon let out a loud cough. Diavolo’s eyes shot to the avatar of greed, almost startling from what he saw. Mammon was also stroking his dick, his eyes glued on your dripping entrance. His eyes were glowing with some sort of envy that Diavolo couldn’t help but bask in. Seeing the second eldest struggle so badly from Diavolo’s minstrastions, Diavolo plunged another finger into your entrance, making you choke on a sob.

Then he caught a look from the second youngest, Beelzebub. The avatar of gluttony was seemingly enchanted by your pussy. His mouth watered. The bag of chips he had previously been eating was helplessly discarded. Diavolo smirked. This was a good chance to mock the brothers further, by using the naive and platonic Beel.

“Do you like the way this looks, Beelzebub?” Diavolo snickered.

Beelzebub flushed. “W-well-”

“I can tell you have a pressing question, which I assume isn’t about Lucifer’s notes.” Diavolo curled his fingers inside you, making you arch forward. “Step forward and ask your question.”

Beelzebub reluctantly got up from his chair, moving forward to stand near your discarded cloak and shirt. “Does that hurt..” He said quietly, eyes flitting up to search your face.

Diavolo let out a loud laugh, his fingers retracting from inside you. Your eyes opened, whining and trying to get his attention back onto you. His fingers swirled the shiny substance on his fingers that had come from within you.

“Does this look painful?”

Beelzebub hesitated for a second then, with a half dripping mouth, he answered. “No.. it doesn’t..”

“Do you want a taste?”

You blinked. Diavolo was possessive and always made sure everyone knew you were his. And now he was offering your cum to another man, especially one of the seven lords?

“Diavolo…” You breathed, voice breathy but tone clear. Diavolo nodded, he understood that you had boundaries. And he would never dare cross them.

His lips pressed against the shell of your ear, other hand rising to slip his fingers into your mouth. “Is it fine if they jerk off to you?”

You nodded, sucking feverishly on his fingers. “I-I owe them anyway…”

The Demon Prince smiled. He loved how obviously you were enjoying their gazes, how you loved having them aroused by you.

He turned his attention back to the brothers. “I permit you to stay here while I play with my doll. You may touch yourselves, but if any of you speak,” His eyes narrowed. “I’ll kill you.”

Beelzebub hurried back to sit back down next to a wide awake Belphegor, who was already following Diavolo’s rules and quietly stoking his own dick.

Diavolo grinned and turned back, finally, to you. His cum coated fingers slipped back into your slit, making you hiss in pleasure.

His teeth threatened to break skin as he sucked feverishly on your neck. His fingers began to make a slight sloshing sound as your pussy began to leak its wetness onto him. Your moans turned into whines.

You were almost begging him by this point. “Diavolo-”

His fingers curled inside you, scraping a spot that drove you wild. He saw the way your pupils dilated and your mouth fell open to moan. Pressing his fingers against your g-spot once again, he smiled triumphantly.

“L-Lord Diavolo!”

“Mhm?” He replied lazily, cock straining every time you cried his name. “What do you want, love?”

Eyes screwed tightly shut, you refused to give into Diavolo that easily. You brought your hand up to clamp over your mouth, stifling your moans.

“Oh? Is that how you’re going to play it?” He asked, adding a third finger to his plight. You felt your climax slowly building as you tried to focus slowly on the feeling of your pussy being filled with his fingers. The lewd noises it made was enough to make you writhe in embarrassment. Despite how mortifying it was, you couldn’t deny the way your pussy was drenched in your arousal. And you couldn’t prevent Diavolo from noticing it either.

“Don’t you want anything else?” He prodded, fingers speeding up as your hips bucked against him on their own accord.

“L-Lord Diavolo..” You managed to whine. “P-Please!”

“Please what?” He asked, clearly playing with you. His thumb brushed over your clit, making you buck into him, moaning loudly as your hand slipped from covering your mouth.

“P-Please help me!”

“Help you how?” His eyes glinted wildly as his other hand grasped your hip, rough fingers boring into your soft flesh.

His fingers disappeared from your dripping pussy as he pulled back for a second. You cried out at the loss of his fingers.

“D-Diavolo!”

His hand gripped the side of your face, parting your lips forcibly. Before you could whine again, he spat into your mouth. A chorus of shocked gasps erupted from the brothers.

“Swallow.” The demon prince demanded. Looking into his eyes through your half lidded ones, you swallowed. He groaned, fingers slipping back into your pussy once again. You bucked against him, glad to feel his fingers. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed..

“Your cock.” You whined.

Diavolo raised an eyebrow. “Pardon? I didn’t hear you? What do you need?”

“Your cock!” You begged. “Please! P-please ruin me.”

Swiftly, Diavolo slid his pants off, revealing just how hard he was. You almost drooled, your pussy dripping in anticipation.

Diavolo raised an eyebrow at your eagerness. “But first.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting the demon to wait any longer to ravage you. Usually he couldn’t hold himself back long enough to even finish foreplay, let alone participate in extensive foreplay that didn’t have you cumming endlessly.

“Get back on your knees.” His eyes glinted with an erotic charge. “And suck my cock.”

As soon as he slipped off the handcuffs, you hurried off his lap. Kneeling beside him once again, your mouth open and ready for him. You could hear Lucifer purr faintly in the background, turned on by your obvious submission.

He caressed your chin, tilting your head back to look him in the eyes. “Fuck..I love you.”

With that, he shoved his cock into your mouth, watching as you eagerly swallowed around its girth. You bobbed forwards, trying your hardest to fit his length into your throat. Diavolo lovingly stroked your hair.

He groaned deeply, rough hands almost pulling your hair. “You belong to me. All of you. Your breasts. Your pussy. Your mouth.”

His eyes shot a warning glare around the room, trying to prevent his lust slipping through. “It’s all mine.”

The Demon Prince almost lost himself to the sensation of your lips around his dick. The inside of your mouth was the perfect feel, in fact it felt so good he had to hold off his orgasm. When he felt himself beginning to slip into an oncoming orgasm, he wrenched your head off his cock.

You blinked slightly, confused why he wasn’t just cumming in your mouth per usual and moving on. But this time you could already tell he wanted more.

And you felt the exact same way.

His hands moved to grab you back onto his lap, once again revealing your wet folds to the raptured audience once again. Your pussy clenched, begging for any kind of release he would provide you.

Letting out a loud moan, you shuddered as his cock pressed feverishly on your pussy. He rubbed it along your dripping slit, revelling in the noises you made for him.

All of a sudden, he was pushing upwards, swiftly burying himself inside of you. You fell back into his chest, writhing at the feeling of being filled so well.

The brothers let out collective noises of disgust or arousal at the insertion. However, not even Lucifer dared speak out of turn.

You were well and truly glad they didn’t. Your mind was clouded with only the thought of Diavolo. The way his hands gripped your waist, his breath falling onto your neck. His dick was certainly something you had to get used to, due to its sheer length. But that wasn’t the main issue. It was how he used it.

He bucked into you, hitting spots inside you that made your eyes roll back. He filled you so well that it relaxed you. You let yourself submit to him again, letting him slam his hips against you in a rhythm that felt almost deadly.

“Where is my dick right now?” He breathed out, teasing you as he slowed his movements.

Your hands shot up to cover your mouth, not wanting to give into his game. He grinned. Pulling out to a degree where he was almost completely outside of you, Diavolo asked once again. “Where’s my dick-” He thrusted into you. “-right now?”

“I-It’s inside me.” You whined out, mind screaming for him to resume his earlier pace.

This seemed to satisfy him enough and he resumed fucking into you, grinning in satisfaction.

He loved watching your face when he fucked you. But from behind you, he could feel the way you writhed into him, seeking his touch. It was exhilarating. The way you tried so hard to prevent your moans from slipping out, only to moan louder than normal after giving in.

Your pussy clenched around him, eyes screwed shut as you focused slowly on the sensation building inside you. Diavolo wasn’t done punishing you yet, however.

“You feel amazing.” He stated, thrusting while he spoke. “It’s like you're clenching onto me, pulling me back into you every time I pull out. You're practically lubricating yourself, at least.”

He waved his hand in show of how wet his lap was. “Shouldn’t you feel bad about ruining my pants like this? With your filthy cum?”

You clenched around him particularly hard and his words seemed to slip into snarls. “You’re enjoying this so much.. getting watched by all these people as I tear you apart. You probably love the fact that they’re this hard over you.”

He looked over the brothers, checking their expressions as if to confirm his words. Mammon partially covered his face as he moved anxiously in his seat, trying to pleasure himself discreetly.

The other brothers had similar looks of arousal, but Lucifer’s reaction in particular had Diavolo smirking as he increased his pace. You let out a loud gasp, trying to grab onto him.

Lucifer was watching in rapture, rubbing his hand against his pants, modestly pursuing his own release. The eldest brother’s eyes glowed with possessiveness and Diavolo was sure the he wished it were he who was fucking you senseless.

“You're gripping me so hard… It makes me want to absolutely destroy this little cunt. I could have you begging for my mercy in mere seconds…And I wouldn’t give it to you.”

He spoke while he fucked you, fully aware of the way your pussy clenched at every word he spoke. “I would bring you to the edge of your orgasm..and deny you.. so many times. Until you're almost crying for me.”

You felt yourself wanting to drool at the thought, the way he was thrusting into you was already mind blowing.

“God you’re so fucking tight. You love that my massive cock is inside you while you’re being watched like a slut.”

Your legs trembled as you tried to keep yourself off the verge of an orgasm. Diavolo could tell how much you were enjoying this, and he didn’t slow his brutal pace.

“You love this? Don’t you?”

Something inside you snapped, the pride you were desperately clinging onto evaporated. You let your head fall back, eyes rolling up as you whined out a torrent of moans.

“Fuck.. yes.” You could feel wetness seeping from your pussy, making it painfully obvious how close you were to climax.

Diavolo noticed this too. One of his fingers strayed down to dip into the shiny substance. His eyes glinted as he rubbed it against his fingers, still jutting endlessly into you.

“Close, are we?” He chuckled, hips slamming up to deliver a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded breathlessly. “I-.. god please just a little.. faster..”

Diavolo let out a genuine laugh. “Really? Faster?” His eyes shone with a dark urge. “I can do that.”

Grabbing your thighs, he slid you directly into him, making you whine out your approval. With your noise of conformation, he began to almost hammer into you, not giving you anytime to think.

You felt your hips move down to meet his thrusts. “God, I’m-”

It was as if the world crashed down around you, your entire mind exploding as your orgasm exploded through you.

Your pussy clenched against Diavolo’s cock, making him growl. Your eyes closed, moaning softly as you stopped grinding into him.

Diavolo grinned. “I’ll come inside today.”

Even though you had just cum, you felt a wave of heat rush through you with his words. “Please..” You murmured.

Diavolo began thrusting inside once again, his eyes screwed shut as he focused slowly on his pleasure. You cried out at the sheer desperate force he was slamming into you with. His hand reached to wrap around your neck.

He heard the brothers let out simultaneous moans or gasps, a strange whine coming from Belphegor.

Grinning, Diavolo squeezed your throat, making you writhe back into him.

“I’m going to fill you up so well. My cum will leak out of you for days.” He growled, his words came out in heavy breaths.

You could do nothing but let him ravish you, trying to ignore your own orgasm once again, building.

“Fuck.. Mc.. Fuck.” With a final curse, he thrust into you, stilling inside as his hands tightened their hold on you.

Pulling out, he held you up. Once he had placed you down on his throne, which was now covered in sweat and unholy juices, he pulled his pants back up.

He glanced at you.

You had a dazed, starstruck look on your face. His eyes caught on the way your hips were twitching.

“Are you okay baby?” He moved to hold you, worried all of the excitement may have been too much. Your face heating up, you moved to whisper in his ear.

“You wanna cum again?” Diavolo repeated loudly.

You whined.

Diavolo smiled, leaning over to grab your neck again. This time he pulled you into a kiss. At first it was sweet, but it swiftly deepened, Discolo’s tongue slipping into your mouth. His fingers wandered further down as well.

Pressing them into your cumsoaked pussy, he began thrusting them in and out with a rhythm that made you quake.

“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You breathed back.

This moment wasn’t about marking his territory anymore, or punishing you. It was about how much he loved you.

After what felt like mere seconds, you tensed around Diavolo’s fingers. A final orgasm crashing over you, you fell into his embrace. His lips trailed from your mouth to your neck.

He picked you up, his cloak wrapped around you. As if covering you up now would bring any kind of dignity back.

“Um.”

Now that you were once again sober from your lust fueled state, embarrassment washed over you.

Not that you regretted it.

With Diavolo’s hands gone from your body, it was painfully obvious how turned on everyone was.

Asmodeus had already cum and was now just smirking playfully at you. Mammon’s eyes couldn’t meet yours. But below his table, he was still palming his own dick.

Leviathan had probably the most embarrassing reaction to you looking at him. He quickly zipped up his pants, eyes darting away from yours, back down to your now covered body.

“Well…” The brothers stared at you some more. “I gotta go.”

You rushed out, leaving Diavolo alone with the brothers.

Lucifer sighed. “Diavolo that was entirely out of line-”

“Isn’t she so pretty when she orgasms?” Diavolo smiled.

Lucifer tried to hide his blush. “I-”

Diavolo turned to him. “I know this was hard for you especially. But I hope you enjoyed it. I’m going to end this meeting here. Some of you desperately need the bathroom.”

Lucifer’s hand drifted to cover his erection. Diavolo waved his hand dismissively. A predatory glint returning to his eyes.

“We should try this again sometime.”

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harunayuuka2060 · 3 years

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Simeon: I'm not expecting that you would call for me, Diavolo.

Diavolo: It seems that I need your help in guiding a certain someone.

Simeon: Is it the new human exchange student?

Diavolo: Yes. If I'm not mistaken, you consider them as a "lost soul".

Simeon: Why would you want me to guide them? Is it an easier task if they're someone you can easily manipulate? *smirks*

Diavolo: *chuckles* You haven't met the human yet, Simeon.

Simeon: Ah, I bet they're just being problematic—

MC: This is bullshit.

Simeon and Diavolo: *stops*

Barbatos: MC, you will learn a lot from reading this book—

MC: Nuh-uh. Sir, I have learned a lot. Okay? Just by looking at every people I grew up to be with, from every people I walked by on the streets, and from every people who possessed power.

MC: Angels don't exist. They're just a creature with a body of a human and wings.

MC: Humans treat them as perfect beings, as a great example to follow with. But not me. So if I were you, Sir? Get that fucking book away from me or I'll shred it to pieces with my own fucking fingers and I'm not joking.

Barbatos: ...

Diavolo: *glances at Simeon* What do you think?

Simeon: *who is in complete shock* Why...

Diavolo: This human doesn't believe in the concept of angels and demons.

Diavolo: Barbatos and I have been trying to convince them that we exist and we play a major role in the existence of the world.

Diavolo: Unfortunately, MC has a perspective of their own.

Diavolo: Now, are you going to help me in guiding them?

Simeon: ...

Simeon: I will take this task.

Diavolo: *chuckles* Great.

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Simeon: ...

Luke: Simeon? We have been waiting here for an hour now.

Luke: Who are you expecting to come?

Simeon: *sigh* The new human exchange student.

Luke: Why? Did they do something wrong to you?

Simeon: *confused* Why, Luke? Do you know them?

Luke: *nods* They're gaining bad reputation all over the school.

Luke: I haven't met them myself but I do not wish in knowing them.

Solomon: *knocks on the door* Simeon? *smiles* I found my comrade.

MC: "Comrade" my ass. You fucking dragged me here!

Simeon and Luke: ...

MC: *sees Simeon and Luke* *rolls eyes* Seriously? Another "powerful" being?

Simeon: *noticed how MC stressed out the word "powerful"* No, we're all equals here—

MC: Save me that crap later.

Simeon: ...

Luke: Hey! You're being disrespectful!

MC: *laughs* Of course I am. And I'm fully aware of it.

Solomon: MC, humans are nice—

MC: Not me, bitch. So let my arm go. *walks out*

Simeon: *falls to his knees*

Luke: Simeon-! Are you alright?!

Simeon: Yes, Luke ... I just got overwhelmed.

Solomon: ...

Solomon: I hope you're not bothered by them. MC is actually kind in nature.

Luke: You don't speak for them, Solomon! Their behavior is showing what kind of person they are!

Solomon: ...

Simeon: Luke, we shouldn't judge them.

Luke: But Simeon—

Simeon: *stands up* It's okay... I just need to have a conversation with them in private.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #Indifferent!MC

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pandemilkbread · 4 years

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devil 007 (prologue)

devil 007 (Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

summary:

(demon!au)

Turns out Bakugo Katsuki never wanted to eat your soul, rather he just needed someone to play video games with.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ :>

☆ ☆ ☆

𝑖. 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

“That was a fucking accident.”

“An explosion that big is not an accident!”

You might be wondering how the hell were you hanging on the tallest building in the underworld holding on to a pipeline for your dear life. While your notorious partner-in-crime Bakugo just watched as you dangled ninety feet in the air.

“I swear if I die I will shitting haunt you for all eternity! You’d be fed up with all my shit the moment my soul reaches your territory. Just imagine, me annoying you fore—“

“Jump.” He grumbled.

No. Jump? Hell no. You’d rather die than jump into his arms. Bakugo was more likely to miss, and you’d fall (probably five storeys) before he dare tried to save you.

You wanted to scream. How all this happened in the first place, you hardly remember. No, you did remember.

It was all because of that stupid book.

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It was a mishap, really. The wrong book got delivered to the wrong place at the wrong time, and exactly the wrong thing happened as a consequence.

You were a college student who had just finished the semester, and frankly... a miserable one you were. Failing a quiz was one thing, but you had to mess up your finals so badly a retake wouldn’t suffice. You had to take up the subject all over again.

Sighing, you lay flat on your back. The ceiling had this magical property to suck up all the negativity in your life.

(it didn’t. but you’d like to think so.)

You had all the time in the world to repeat the subject. The problem? Cash. Having a scholarship at a prestigious university wasn’t easy. One measly failure could mean bye-bye free tuition fees and hello student loans that could last centuries + a liver.

Doomed you were, honey. You groaned. At least the treasury board approved the student allowances; which meant? The poor student (you) finally bought the heavy shitass syllabus for your major. The subject you failed.

It could take weeks for the parcel to arrive. What did you expect? You only ordered it days ago. The sooner it gets here, you’d be studying your ass off until 5 A.M. for weeks. Hooray.

A sudden ring of the doorbell awoke you from your senses. Huh, it did arrive earlier than you expected. You scooted towards the door and twisted it open. There lay a box wrapped in tape, a sticker with the words ‘fragile: handle with care’ shone in bright yellow.

You picked it up and shook the item. It was lighter than you expected. How the heck did a 700 page book become as light as a diary? Did they send you the wrong thing? Crap. You scoured the whole box to find neither details about who the recipient nor who the sender was.

Oh, well. Did that mean you could keep whatever was inside? You grinned. Opening up the box, you find out it was a vivid red book entitled:

Ultimatum Wishes: The Ultimate Spellbook for Summoning Demons! All your wishes will come true! Follow the instructions inside.

Yeah, right. Like you could summon a demon to send you a trillion yen.

(apparently, doubt didn’t stop you from trying.)

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First of all, what the actual fuck.

Your curiosity got the best of you. The instructions were pretty easy; sugar, salt, dirt, water, a jar of mayonnaise, a drop of blood— basically, the usual ingredients for summoning demons. Like that’s shitting normal? You had to mix them all together and spread them into the circle you drew on earlier.

Second, did you really summon a demon?

You were obviously not in your dorm room. It was bigger, darker, and colder to what you were accustomed to. After saying a stupid chant, you make a wish and boom! demon comes to you. So the instructions said.

It was a joke, really. You never thought the book was actually real! Once you said your wish, a bright light flashed and... you were here. A basement like room devoid of light, making your fingers the only things you could see at the moment.

You were sprawled on your back, staring at your hands. If only your eyes could adjust to the light then you would be on your merry way to finding the exit. Except, that you didn’t really need to adjust. The lights opened with a flash and you were met with red eyes:

“Took you long enough, brat!”

Lastly, who the hell was this?

The moment you and this miniature bomb exchanged looks, and he realized that you weren’t the person he was hoping for, the man grabbed the collar of your shirt lifting you high up to the ceiling.

“How the fuck did you get here stupid human? Pretty gutsy of you to just waltz in like you own the place, hm?” He growled, slightly shaking you with every syllable he uttered.

You barely registered it, you-know before you were lifted up, but this person in front of you was terrifying. He radiated waves of “answer properly or i’ll rip you into shreds” and you didn’t want to die.

(not at least before smacking this crappy brute.)

“Put me down you—you crappy dog! Treat me nicely and I’ll tell you everything,” You choked.

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “You’re really haggling with me now, maggot? The last time I checked I could easily squeeze the fucking life out of you—”

“T-The book! Shitty book! Followed it and I’m here!”

And with that you were dropped onto the floor. You yelped upon impact, rubbing the area of your neck with your fingers. That hurt. Your eyes hovered to your assailant and saw his frustration building up. Hoo, a little bit more and he’d be on fire.

“...How’d you get it?”

“Sent to my doorstep. D-Didn’t think it was real I thought—”

“You opened it knowing it wasn’t yours?”

“Oh, no you aren’t! Don’t blame me for your shitty mistake in the first place!”

“Watch your tongue, human.”

You sighed. Everyone knew you were someone who wouldn’t back down from a fight, but your senses told you otherwise. There was a fine line between pissing him off and stabbing you in the heart, you knew you were likely closer to the latter part of the scale.

“Fine. Whoever that package was sent to, it came to me instead. Why am I here?”

He contemplated for a while, searching for the right words to spout out. Oh God no. Were you brought here as a sacrifice? You shook your head. Anything but that! Sweat dribbled down your forehead. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“...to kill...”

Yeaph. And with that, you blacked out.

(imagine, fainting from your own demolition. oh, you hope you didn’t actually break a bone or two.)

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You awoke to a strange tapping noise, more like a smack, and groans of infuriation. The vivid colors of black, pink, and yellow caught your attention, making you stare in awe. Was that Mario Kart...?

The clicking sound came from the blonde who sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes drawn to big television screen in front of him. While you were on a black couch around three hands away from the man. Seemingly, he could sense your tiny movements as you sat up, compelling him to chuck a controller at you.

“You gonna play or what?”

Huh? You took the object, feeling the texture in your hands. It’s been a while since you held a controller; even longer since you played a game at all. The game home screen flashed, the cursor hovering over the “new game” button. He clicked it forcing the game to switch into the character screen.

The man picked Bowser. Ah, not surprising. You grinned as you chose Princess Peach.

The game began immediately after and you thought, wow. You sucked at this game! Your cart hit track walls, bounced on boulders, special items that you sent managed to hit you instead. Rigged, this must be rigged! Just because the last time you played the game was ten years ago, doesn’t automatically mean you were shit at it.

Your companion thought differently.

“You’re crappy at this game.” He sneered.

You rolled your eyes. “It’s just the first game! A warm-up, you’ll see.”

And yes, he did see. See you fail round after round, time after time, the twenty games you played seemed to only prove your awful skills at a simple multiplayer game. You groaned. How was it possible to lose this much? Even the computer controlled characters beat you senseless.

Gently placing the controller on the sofa, you wrapped your arms around your knees. Was this a test? A test to see whether if you were worth killing? Oh boy, you would have been slaughtered at the first playthrough.

“Are you going kill me now?” You murmured.

If this was how you were going to go, at least you had fun. Well, you did lose more times than you could count. But hey, it was enjoyable.

“Ha. You think I’d let you go that easily?” He stood up, turned and grabbed the controller. “You made a pact with me, and now you’re gonna run away?”

His other hand reached for your chin and pulled it up, your eyes meeting his.

“What’d you wish for, princess?”

alright. so that’s the prologue! thank you for reading. i’ll have the chapter one ready soon. so pretty much, what happened was: you received a package. bored as you were followed the instructions and summoned a demon. except, you were actually summoned somewhere else to bakugo no less.

the introductions come on to the next chapter!! please leave a like if you like it aaaaa it would mean alot ;;;;

#bakugo katsuki #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x you #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero scenarios #bnha fics #devil 007

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zeldan7 · 4 years

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This needs serious editing be warned

Pairing: Mammon x Seren (OC)

Warnings: Torture, Death, Brutal Injuries

“Did you hear? They literally had their arms and legs ripped off! While they were still alive!” I hear as I enter the RAD common room.

“Serves them right. They don’t belong here,”

I’m not sure who’s talking, but it’s no one I recognise. I’m walking side by side with Asmodeus, when suddenly the whole room seems to turn their attention to me. Before I can begin to wonder what’s going on, I’m surrounded by the demon brothers.

“Why is everyone staring at me?” I ask.

Lucifer looks me dead in the face. Somehow, he looks even more serious than normal. “We need to talk, Seren.” He states, simply. “Somewhere more private.”

After following Lucifer to the private room that we normally eat in, Lucifer asks me to take a seat. I do, and the brothers follow, all except for Lucifer. There’s a delicious looking spread of food on the table, but even Beel isn’t touching it.

“What’s going on?” I question, starting to get nervous. “Am I in trouble? Did I do something wrong?”

Slowly, Lucifer shakes his head. “A human was found in the Devildom. A human that should not have been here.”

“What happened?” I look around, and the faces of all the brothers tells me I shouldn’t have asked.

“They…” Lucifer begins, but seems unable to finish.

“They were tortured and killed.” Satan finally finishes.

I gasp and feel like I’m shrinking when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up to see that, silently, Mammon had risen and moved next to me. His face looked very different, so solemn compared to normal.

“While they were not an exchange student,” Lucifer states. “We still think you need to be protected. A lot of demons are talking about what happens and are showing that many of them have a deep hate for humans.”

I stare ahead, trying not to look as terrified as I am. Standing up to the brothers was one thing, especially as I’ve gotten to know them well, but standing up to a load of demons I’ve never met who all want to hurt me? That was something else entirely. “What do I need to do?”

Lucifer takes a moment to think. “Mammon was the demon I initially assigned to make sure you settled in. I’d like you to stay with him, day and night, until all this fuss dies down.”

I look to Mammon, expecting some kind of protest like normal, but instead he just nods. “Got it,”

After Lucifer has finished his lecture on how to keep me safe, I follow Mammon out of the room.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask. “You’re not going to get fed up of me following you around and sleeping in your room are you?”

He stops and turns to face me directly. A small blush creeps across his cheeks. “No, I – I don’t mind,” then, he quickly corrects himself. “But let’s not make a habit of it, ya hear?”

I look into his eyes, wanting to tell him exactly how I feel, but then I take a deep breath and say “Of course, I wouldn’t want to anyway.”

Mammon seems flustered when he replies with “G – Good, yeah, good. Follow me, let’s move some of ya stuff into my room. Temporarily,”

He walks off briskly, but keeps side glancing behind him to make sure I’m keeping up.

“Right, well, you can take the bed, and I’ll take the sofa…” Mammon states, looking longingly at his bed.

“You know, I really don’t mine taking the sofa, it’s no issue. I’m just grateful that you agreed to look after me for a while.”

He looks at me again. He has a habit of doing that recently. “Nah, what kinda host would I be if I took the bed? Ya tryin’ to make me look bad?” He grins and I realise he’s just kidding.

I laugh. “Okay, well, thank you,” I say, folding some of my clothes up so they take up a smaller space next to the bed.

Mammon grins at me before making a somewhat comfy bed on the sofa for himself. “G’night, Seren. Sleep well,”

I climb into his bed and get comfy almost instantly. “You too, goodnight, Mammon,”

When I wake in the morning I see Mammon still sprawled across the sofa, sleeping peacefully. I grab my clothes and tiptoe carefully around the room and to his bathroom so I can get dressed. I exit the bathroom backwards, shutting the door as quietly as possible, and nearly scream when I turn around. Mammon is standing there, grinning at my reaction.

“Did I scare ya?” He asks, laughing as my expression turns from fright in to anger.

I punch him on the shoulder. “You big idiot! You scared the crap out of me!” I hit him again for good measure, harder this time, and he falls backwards, landing on the bed in a heap. I walk over to him to gloat my victory, when suddenly he grabs my wrist and pulls me down with him. Yelping, I land on top of him, our faces mere centimetres apart. For a moment, I can’t help but stare into his eyes. They’re several shades of deep blue, mixing and interacting constantly. They remind me of the ocean.

“Seren-“ He starts. Before he can finish, someone is banging on the door.

“Seren, Mammon, you’re late for class.” Lucifer’s voice calls out.

I only just have enough time to roll off Mammon before the door swings open.

“What are you doing?” Lucifer shouts. “You’re missing class, quit lazing around.”

I thought he was going to leave us to it after that, but he stands in the doorway, watching us expectantly. Sighing, I slide of the bed and offer my hand to help Mammon up. He takes it, but drops it as soon as he’s standing again. I feel a slight flutter of disappointment, but brush it off and walk to class with him.

I decide to sit next to Mammon in class, not only to obey Lucifer’s command, but also because being near Mammon makes me feel safer. Throughout the class, he periodically looks up at me and shoots me a smile, which makes class fly by far quicker than usual. Towards the end of class, as I am writing my final few notes, I hear an unfamiliar voice talking loud enough that the whole class can hear.

“Is Mammon really sitting with that human? Is it your new pet, huh?”

I try to keep my gaze down and ignore the voice, but it continues, more persistent each time.

“Humans don’t belong down here, and they especially shouldn’t be mingling with demons. Maybe we ought to teach her a lesson like they did to the last human.”

I feel my hands start to shake, and I get ready to take Mammon’s original advice of “run”, but suddenly I feel movement beside me. I turn my gaze very slightly to see Mammon is standing up, despite the teacher’s protests.

“Who ya calling a pet?” He looks furious as he shouts across the class.

The other demon keeps taunting Mammon and yelling insults and abuse at me, and I feel tears prickle at the corners of my eyes. I’m about to run out into the hall when Mammon lunges for the demon, pinning him against the ground.

“Mammon!” I shout, running over just in time to see him punch the other demon in the face. Putting my arms around his waist, I pull backwards as hard as I can, desperately trying to get him off the other boy. As we fall backwards I hit my head, and the other demon jumps up and runs off.

Instantly, Mammon turns around and scoops my head off the floor. “You alright?” He asks, a concerned look on his face.

“Yes...” I whisper. “Thank you…”

By now, the whole class is standing up and watching the commotion, and the teacher is yelling for us to leave the room for causing so much trouble.

“Come on,” Mammon says, helping me to my feet.

As we travel through the halls of RAD, I begin to feel unsteady and my head beings pounding. I start to lose my balance, but Mammon keeps me upright by grabbing my hand. After a few moments of standing and breathing deeply, I regain my balance.

“You can let go now, you know,” I mumble, half not wanting him to hear me.

His face flushes and he stutters before replying. “Nuh-uh, I ain’t letting go. Don’t want a repeat of that!”

I smile and can’t help but lean into him a little on our walk.

Back in his room, Mammon helps me into bed.

“Stay right here, okay? I’m gonna fetch us some food, and get Satan to come and check your head after that fall.” He lingers for a moment before heading out the door. As he leaves, I begin to feel sleepy and decide to close my eyes, just until he comes back.

“Seren...? Please, wake up…” Mammon’s voice brings me out of my slumber, and I suddenly shoot upright wondering what’s going on.

“You’re okay!” He shouts in excitement.

Satan is standing next to him looking concerned. “I’d like to examine your head injury, Seren.”

I nod and lean forward to allow him to view the injury more easily. He pokes around for a few minutes before leaning back and looking at my face, making my eyes follow his finger around.

“You should be fine,” he finally states, stepping back and turning to Mammon. “Just keep an eye on her, and call me if anything seems off.” He goes to leave, before shooting one last sentence over his shoulder. “By the way, Lucifer wants to talk to you… about what happened earlier.”

Mammon gulps but nods anyway. “Can you ask him to come here? I don’t really wanna leave Seren alone right now, ya know?”

Satan sighs, then leaves.

Mammon perches on the bed next to me and strokes my hair. “You’ll be okay, I promise ya.”

The soothing sensation soon sends me off to sleep again.

When I wake up again, Mammon is still in the exact same position, only his head is tipped down and he appears to be asleep. A quick look at the clock tells me at least five hours have passed since I last dozed off, and yet this boy hadn’t left my side. Gently, I poke his arm.

“Hey,” I mumble.

He quickly stirs and his attention is instantly on me. “Are you okay?” He questions, looking concerned, but also tired.

“Yeah…” I reply, shuffling across the bed to make space.

“Where ya goin’?” Watching me his expression changes to one of utter confusion.

“You look tired, I imagine you can’t sleep well on the sofa,” I explain. “And… you make me feel safe,” I add the last part quietly.

His face turns bright red but a huge smile graces his lips. He slides in to bed and carefully pulls the covers up over both of us. He lays as far away from me as possible, but continues to watch me. I smile at him and scoot closer. I look into his eyes and give him a small smile, and he finally seems to understand what I want. As he puts his arm out I slide on to it, and he pulls me in close. I rest my head on his chest, and feel him bury his face in my hair.

“I’ll protect ya, always.”

#obey me #obey-me #obey me shall we date #mammon #mammon fanfic #shall we date #mammon shall we date

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shirtlesssammy · 5 years

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7x08: Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!

Then:

Sam Winchester deserves better

Now:

Las Vegas, Nevada

Dean’s enjoying the company of a grad student just trying to pay her bills. (Dean, what are you, 10 years her senior? Plz stop, your wrinkles are showing.) (And you’re a big fucking liar. You more than likely dropped out of school because it was too boring for your smart brain and your dad made you skip school for hunting trips so it became a two fold problem of you not keeping up with the school work load and you not seeing a reason to care to keep up with the school work load --only!! You got your GED so you must care on some level. Please enlighten us, Dean. #endrant) Dean unloads a ton of Winchester angst on the woman and then gets a text from Sam. He’s four blocks away and he wants Dean to meet him wearing his fed suit.

Dean heads to the Little White Chapel (it has a “24 hour drive up wedding window!” lol) Dean’s suspicious enough of the place to pull his gun. He finds Sam. Yay! Sam’s in LOVE y’all and he’s getting MARRIED! (Listen, we know the problems with this episode, but I’m going to lean real hard into the absurdity of the whole thing. My personal belief is to read this episode just like Red Meat. BECKY IS PROBLEMATIC AND WE’RE SUPPOSED TO SEE HER THAT WAY. It’s kinda curious that we’ve never seen her again...kinda like this episode closed the door on how this show views those types of fans. Ahem.)

Just then Sam’s bride starts walking down the aisle. It’s Becky!

Dean is VERKLEMPT. He wants to know how this happened. “We met, we ate and then talked and fell in love.” Dean points out to Sam that it’s no coincidence that Becky showed up during their annual Vegas week. (Sidenote: Where are all the fics on Dean and Sam’s Las Vegas week? You know, the one where Dean meets a fellow craps player and there’s a friendly competition and a warm banter and somehow they end up back at Dean’s hotel room and maybe there’s a real marriage that they both forgot about and they go their separate ways and 5 years later Dean’s gonna marry his good friend Lisa to help her out for something and discovers he’s already married so he has to track down this mysterious guy Cas and whoops, they’ve got so much in common and well ---I mean, the story just writes itself.) She’s read all the books. She knows them inside and out. Sam tells Dean to take a moment to realize that this is real. They’re heading back to Becky’s place in Delaware.

Dean alerts Bobby to the situation as he’s heading out of town.

Becky and her new (and very attractive hubby) arrive at the Montgomery High School 10 year Class Reunion. Becky runs inside to buy tickets for the event. Also, she’s live tweeting her revenge plan it seems. She runs into Aaron Burr Guy (I mean, I’m not going to just breeze right past the fact that pre-Hamilton Leslie Odom Jr. was on Supernatural. WTF???). Becky introduces her good friend to her new husband (and Jared Padalecki is SO tall). He takes off to go inside and she runs to give him a hug and they exchange a mysterious vial.

Away from Sam, she reveals that he’s a witch.

Dean rolls up to the reunion just as Sam and Becky are pulling away. He heads to a bar. He sees a paper with the headline “Truck Kills Pedestrian in Freak Accident”.

At Becky’s place, Sam starts to break out of the trance she has him in, so Becky adds more mysterious juice to his champagne and forces him to drink. All is CRaZy iN BeCKy LAnD.

Cut to a baseball diamond where a dude is practicing hitting the ball. Another dude (that I KNOW has been in another episode of SPN) makes the ball machine go faster and then moves the ball machine over to hit the other guy in the head, breaking the fourth wall with blood. Lovely. #sportsball.

Dean brings his newly married brother a waffle iron (#bestgiftever).

Dean’s got a case. It seems the baseball guy is part of it. Turns out, Sam and Becky are already working the case. Dean points out that people are having their dreams come true in this town, and then he looks to Becky. Dean can’t get through to his brother so he leaves.

Cut to Dean wanting to work with Bobby, but Bobby has other plans.

Cut to Becky Rosen being a 28 year old teenager creeper. Ugh. Sam’s made them fake ID’s (twu luv) and says “check this out” to her. UGH. He points out another potential victim. He also notices her notebook of hearts and weirdness. But he likes it! Yay!

Dean heads to meet the hunter Bobby assigned to help him. No spoilers or anything, but IT’S GARTH!

Dean points out the case in the paper, but Garth needs to read Marmaduke first. OH GARTH.

They head to interview someone that just got a big promotion. Becky and Sam beat them to it. Becky and Dean exchange scowls. Sam and Garth exchange confused looks. Once in the interview, the guy doesn’t reveal much to Dean. Garth cuts right to the chase and asks if the guy made it to the top through “black magic or hoodoo.” Dean’s fake laugh GIVES ME LIFE. The guy admits that this isn’t his dream. Enter his wife: Hmmm. Dean and Garth catch up to the wife and Dean threatens her. “Why do people keep thinking I’m threatening them?” Oh, Dean Bean. The woman denies everything and takes off.

Back at Becky’s place (their place now?) Sam mulls over the evidence. Becky delightedly plots a romantic getaway when Sam suddenly crumples. Oops, better put that lovey-dovey vacation on hold until you can drug your husband again! She’s dismayed to see that she can’t give him a fix because the potion has leaked out into her purse lining. Wherps.

Dean saves the CEO’s wife from getting crushed by a falling light fixture at the company headquarters. Garth and Dean interrogate her and learn that she bargained with someone for her soul but lololol there’s no such thing as a soul so she got a great deal. Right? RIGHT?!! Garth makes plans to move her into witness protection - Garth style.

Sam’s doing increasingly poorly and Becky, desperate, beans him over the head with the waffle iron. Thanks for the gift, Dean! They used it already.

He wakes up in a Misery situation, bound to the bed. (note to self: watch/read Misery someday instead of just casually referencing it.) (Boris: Uh, yeah!) Becky fawns over him while simultaneously not freeing him. She then flits off to chat with Guy, panicking about the potion. “This isn’t the honeymoon I had in mind,” she says before amending, “Well, some of it is.” UGH. She frets about them not consummating their marriage yet and...at least there’s that.

Becky heads in to talk to Sam, once again cloaked in denial. Sam tells her that she roofied him (no I didn’t) and that her witch friend is the one killing all their victims (no, he’s just a wiccan). She insists that the killer is something or someone else. Becky PLEASE.

Sam tells her to wake up. “It's never something else. When are there ever two crazy things in town at the same time? Guy's the creep, and you're on his list.” Guy also fed her the line that the potion only works if Sam loves her “deep down,” to which Sam is incredulous. He tells her to untie him then, and in response she shoves a rag into his mouth. Yeah.

At the reunion restaurant, Becky meets up with Guy who starts to hand over the potion.

Guy pulls the potion back at the last minute. “Let’s talk price.” Becky learns that they are NOT in fact, besties. Guy’s price for Sam’s devotion is her soul. She recognizes him as a crossroads demon and, inoculated by her fan consumption of Supernatural, Becky sits tight and listens even after his eyes flash red. Guy LOVES reunions. They’re perfect for trapping people who are desperate to impress their old classmates or improve their lives. Speaking of desperate, Guy gives Becky a special bargain: 25 years before her soul’s collected if she promises to never breathe a word to the Winchesters about her bargain.

Dean and Garth bust into Becky’s apartment. It’s empty, but Garth finds a webpage open to Twitter on her laptop, and her feed indicates that she’s going on a trip with her “hubster.” Dean finds a picture of Becky holding a fish in front of a cabin, Garth makes a nonsequitur on the creepy nature of fish eyes (I love you, Garth), and they’re ready to track them to the cabin.

Becky returns to find Sam still tied to the bed. (Damn girl, who taught you how to tie a knot?) Becky mournfully reflects on her situation. She really wanted to prance Sam Winchester around to her ex-classmates. She calls herself a loser. Sure, Becky. That’s spelled F E L O N. She loved the message board communities and dating Chuck....life was good as a fan. She just wants love! Sam mumbles something at her through the handkerchief and she pulls it out. “If you want somebody to love you for you, maybe don’t drug them.” Decent Human 101, right? She pulls out the vial of potion and contemplates using it, to Sam’s horror.

Later, Becky nurses a drink at the reunion restaurant when Guy walks in. Becky missed the party, but she’s there to talk to Guy. She tells him she’ll agree to the bargain. Guy approaches for a kiss to seal the deal when Becky flicks a lighter and drops it to the floor. A flare shoots up and burns a quick devil’s trap on the floor, trapping Guy.

Becky tries to celebrate with Sam. Becky just….NO.

Dean confronts Guy, asking him how he’s managing to kill off all his soul acquisitions before their 10 years are up. Guy laughs and tells them that accidents happen - HE doesn’t kill them. His demon intern does. Cue the intern - the scraggly, hairy guy from earlier. Intern blasts them all across the room. The demon knife gets knocked aside but before Dean can grab it, Guy’s out of the trap. It’s looking bad for our heroes when Becky grabs the demon-killing knife and stabs Intern in the back. She passes it to Dean who holds the knife to Guy’s throat and tells him to release his last 15 deals.

“Oh crap,” Guy says, but it’s not because of Dean.

“Hello, boys,” Crowley says from behind them. Dean and Sam look worried but Becky practically has hearts and stars in her eyes. It turns out that Guy’s intern couldn’t keep his mouth shut and bragged about the scheme to Crowley. Crowley tears into Guy. “This isn’t Wall Street, this is Hell!” In Hell, they have INTEGRITY, and need to uphold their bargains or nobody will sell their souls to them anymore.

The Winchesters and Crowley size each other up. Crowley has nothing but the BEST intentions for the Winchesters. They haven’t encountered a demon in months, right? It turns out that it’s because Crowley’s been keeping them on a tight leash. Crowley is pro-Winchester when it comes to killing leviathans. “I hate the bastards. Squash ‘em all, please.” Dean tells Crowley to rip up Guy’s remaining contracts, and when he does so, Dean shoves Guy at Crowley. They zap out.

In Becky’s apartment, Sam signs the annulment paperwork and tells Becky that he won’t see her again. Sam’s a nice guy, though, so he tells Becky that she’s a “good person” and that someday she’ll find the right guy. I mean...I wouldn’t go THAT far but okay. We’re striving for rehabilitation here. Garth lights up and starts to smooth his hair. “No,” Dean tells him while I am yelling NO GARTH BBY DON’T.

Outside, the Winchesters say goodbye to Garth. “You don’t suck,” Dean tells him. Dean. Bean. He gets a HUGE hug for it and then Garth takes off.

Sam tells Dean that he didn’t mean what he said when he was roofied - he does need Dean to watch his back. Dean accepts the sentiment with grace. “For a whack job you really pulled it together.” Dean. BEAN.

Sam also tells Dean that since he doesn’t have to watch out for him, Dean can start looking out for himself for the first time in his life. Dean is THRILLED at this revelation and by thrilled, I mean sent into a self-pitying tailspin. Sigh.

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We all need to face ourselves sometime.

Shouldn’t she ask for my permission or something?

I’m gonna be sick.

Oh, Marmaduke, you’re crazy!

Why do people keep thinking I'm threatening them?

You're so pathetic, it actually loops back around again to cute.

Blueberry vodka. The answer to all of life's problems.

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Demon!EXO Reaction to Human Not Signing Contract

Exo demon reaction to their assigned human not wanting to sign a contract (to give their soul in exchange for sth)??? -🌹 anon P.s. I live for your reactions you're such an amazing writer!

Side note: You’re so kind; thank you for taking the time to read my reactions. I hope you enjoy this one. I also wrote a spin-off to this here.

Xiumin:

Xiumin finds you busking at a street corner singing the words to “Wonderwall”. He’s seen you perform at various street corners around the city trying to pick up extra tips and hopefully get scouted by a talent company. He approaches you and places a tip in your guitar case. You acknowledge his donation with a nod and smile as you continue singing through your performance. He patiently waits for you to finish before complimenting you on your voice and dedication. “You sing with so much soul and passion coursing through your body. It would be a crime to let that talent go to waste. I have friends in high places. I could recommend you to a music executive. All I want in return is a little bit of that soul.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at his request, but shyly decline his offer and gather up your guitar case and leave for the day. Something about him felt very odd and you decide to stop playing in public for a while.

Suho:

Suho is your regular customer at the diner. He’s pretty decent compared to the other patrons. He always leaves a hefty tip and makes good conversation with you. You’ve managed to form a friendship and share with him your woes about paying for college and balancing two jobs to do so. One night he appears at a booth and orders his usual meal. When you serve it to him, he stops you and asks, “Haven’t you ever thought about leaving this job? I see the way some of the sleazy customers treat you.” You sigh and run a hand down your apron. “Remember I need this extra income to pay for the semester? I can’t quit now especially around the holidays when more people dine in.”

He lightly chuckled to himself and said, “What if I supply you with the extra income? Imagine paying off college and buying anything else you desire. Moving out of this town…hell maybe even buying this diner if you so desire. I just need something in exchange…more specifically your soul.” You blink at him a few times and swear you notice his eye color shift to red and back to brown in an instant. You become uncomfortable and excuse yourself from the booth. Suho took the hint when you never returned from the kitchen and left his usual tip on the table. You never saw him again after that.

Lay:

Why? Why must you always be the victim of Cupid’s arrow? Your love life isn’t successful, and you’re close to giving up on finding any happiness until you run across an ad for a dating company guaranteeing love. At this point you have nothing to lose and decide to stop by the business on the way home from work. You walk up to a tidy shop named Master of Love. You almost cringe at the cheesy name but enter the shop anyways. You meet the owner of the shop and he sits down explaining how the company works, filling out applications, and showing your potential matches.

Before you sign the contract, he goes over some rules with you. Lay says, “Just as a reminder, if you are to find a perfect match, we must maintain communication. I can’t lose a valuable client like you.” As he says this, you witness his eyes shift to a different color. “You may have a perfect match here in the physical world, but in the afterlife you’re all mine.” You abruptly stumble out of your seat and flee for the door and away from the shop. You don’t will yourself to look back in fear he is standing by the doorway of the shop watching you go.

Baekhyun:

All these dating apps have brought nothing but misery and wasted time. Your friends push you to attempt speed dating, so you attend an event at a local café. Baekhyun was already seated at a table far away and you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. Even the other speed daters notice and make no attempt to engage with you. Once you finally sit in front of him, his charming smile and smoldering eyes make your heart skip a beat. Your speechless state causes him to laugh and he reaches out to caress your cheek. “Seems like we’ve already made a match. Isn’t it exhausting to go through countless dates and never find the right one?” You sigh and nod your head. He suggests, “I think this relationship could last forever…that is if you want it to. I need your heart, body, and soul in this agreement.” You don’t miss the way he emphasizes the word soul and push his hand away from your face. He never does get your response though because the timer rings. You rush out the door mentally cursing your friends for dragging you into yet another weird guy’s arms.

Chen:

Kim Jongdae stands as one of the most popular stylists in the industry. Every model and rising celebrity hopes to be selected as his muse and face of his seasonal line. It’s quite surprising when he asks you to be a visual for his spring line. You haven’t made much waves in the modeling industry, but you’re not about to decline this opportunity. His aura is slightly intimidating when you first meet, but you suppose that’s because he is such a popular figure in the industry.

After your fitting, you bump into him at the elevators. You thank him for selecting you as his visual and he shrugs it off stating he sees much potential in your future compared to the others. He suggests an easier rise to stardom by forming a partnership with him. “Just think about it. A rising model and a popular stylist duo taking this industry by storm. Can’t you see it too?” He begins gripping your wrist tightly and you glance at him with an alarmed look. “With the partnership, we’d be inseparable. Your mind, heart, and soul are mine and vice versa.” His eyes turn red the second he mentions your soul and you yank your wrist from his grip and race out the elevator not caring that you’re calling attention to yourself.

Chanyeol:

Every successful band experiences a few pitfalls and missed opportunities. Your band has gained enough attention to go from bar performances to small concert venues. However, it’s been a difficult time to get the attention of any record label companies. One night, your band finishes a set and clears the stage. You’ve still got that adrenaline high when a tall man approaches you. He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m Park Chanyeol. Your group has got some serious talent. Your voice is incredibly unique as well. My record label is seeking talent just like you. I can already imagine thousands of adoring fans screaming out your lyrics and, in a few years, even a Grammy nomination is possible.” You scoff at his wishful thinking and utter, “That sounds way too good to be true. What do I have to do, sell my soul?” A chilling smile appears on his face and you kindly decline his offer and pray you never cross paths with that odd man again.

D.O.:

Moving out of your hometown seems to be one of the dumbest choices you’ve ever made. Your apartment isn’t the best and you constantly beat the radiator to emit heat during the winter months. Your boss criticizes your work ethic and coworkers always gossip about you. You wish you could pick up everything and move back home, but of course money makes the world go around. Having to balance paying off your student loans, countless GrubHub orders, and rent is taking a toll on you.

Kyungsoo moved in a few months ago, but you never crossed paths until today when you checked the mailbox. You yell in frustration after seeing more bills and dramatically toss them to the floor. Kyungsoo is checking his mail at the same time and notices your meltdown. He suggests a close friend that lends people money without questions asked. You stare at him in disbelief and say, “There must be some catch to this.” Suddenly he dons a serious expression and replies, “A special agreement has to take place. You have to give up your soul but think about all the financial issues that will melt away with this solution.” You conclude your neighbor is insane and walk back to your apartment. All night his words toss around in your head until you look for him the next morning. When you knock on his door, you find an empty apartment.

Kai:

Kai watches you from afar as you struggle to nail your choreography in the dance studio. You’ve stumbled repeatedly and the aches in your muscles beg you to give up for the night. You grumpily pack your belongings and head home. This part of town isn’t the safest, but your place isn’t too far from the studio. However, tonight you feel an eerie presence lurking nearby and meet eyes with a man—or so you assume is a man. He walks towards you and your guard goes up immediately. He keeps a distance from you and says, “Don’t you get tired of constantly failing? Your peers are exceling and performing on stages in New York City while you’re stuck here in this small town. What if I offered you an opportunity to showcase your talents? Surpass everyone and make yourself worldwide known. All I need in exchange is your soul.” You mutter a “no thanks” and sprint to your place before he can reach you. You think to yourself, I’m so tired of these drunken creeps in this town.

Sehun:

Last Valentine’s Day proved that love is crap and the holiday is a product of capitalism wrapped in pretty colors and adorned with flowers and chocolates to trick lovesick couples. Your partner decided it would be appropriate to break up with you the day before Valentine’s Day so they could dodge your dinner plans and run off on some “journey of self-discovery”. Whatever. You’re not buying it. This year you’re sipping a bitter cup of coffee seated by the window of your favorite coffee shop. You’ve witnessed tons of people passing: some carrying giant stuffed bears to bring to their partners, some looking guilty and carrying bouquets of roses, and others blissfully walking hand in hand. You sigh wondering if you’ll ever find your special person.

Sehun sits nearby noticing your gloomy expression. “Valentine’s Day is a double-edged sword. It forces singles to feel bad about not having a special person and guilts couples to buy gifts for their partners.” Your eyes widen as you turn to look at him. “Yes! Exactly!”, you exclaim in delight because finally someone doesn’t think you’re just bitter about the breakup. You two speak more and eventually start talking about your ex. He can tell you’re still hurting from the breakup and offers a solution. “Maybe I can help? I can get your ex to fall in love with you again. All I ask for is your soul in return.” You glare at him and dump the rest of your coffee on his head and leave the shop. You switched coffee shops after that just to avoid the weirdo.

#this is prob one of my best works lol #exo #exo scenarios #exo imagines #exo reactions #exo requests #exo au #kpop #demon!au

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lemon-vase12 · 3 years

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Chapter 2

The Royal Academy of Diavolo

Jessie tossed and turned a bit. It felt like she was lying down on concrete. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was indeed lying on concrete.

What the hell?! She sat straight up and looked around her. Several people were looking her way. This must be some sort of dream she thought. Jessie closed her eyes and pinched herself hard. Opening her eyes she discovered that nothing has changed. Confused, she stood up to see what was going on.

It appeared that she was in some sort of court room. Four men and three women were sitting down on chairs, facing her. They all wore almost matching outfits: a sea green button down shirt with dark gray and red slacks and jacket to match. On the jackets were a badge reading the letters RAD on them. One of the women’s uniform was red with a black shirt, red neck tie, and a black sash. She had a beautiful golden tan with long red and honey colored hair and eyes that were a shiny gold. She was sitting in the chief’s seat, and something about her screamed powerful. It was at that moment that said woman stood up to speak.

“ Welcome Jezebel,” the woman greeted. She sounded nice all things considered. But Jessie was still confused about the situation she was in. Thankfully the woman seemed to understand. “Ah, you must be confused,” she said. “Well, that’s to be expected. After all you did just arrive here to the Devildom.”

“The Devildom?” Jessie asked, tilting her head to the side. The woman giggled. “But of course. I’m glad you catch on quickly. It’s my home and what you humans refer to as hell. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Allata. I am the princess of the Devildom and someday, I will be crowned as queen. This is the Royal Academy of Diavolo, named after my father King Diavolo when he was a prince. But for the longest time we just call the school RAD for short.” Allata then gestures to the very room they were all in. “This is the student council room where we have our meetings. I am the current president of said council.”

Well that explains the part with RAD and the Devildom but there were still a lot of questions without an answer to them. Jessie then said, “That’s cool. But I do have a lot of questions. So let me ask this: why am I here?”

“I will explain everything to you,” the gentleman next to Allata stood up and replied. His outfit matched the others except his was in solid black with scarlet red. He had dark auburn and eyes that matched his uniform. The air around him screamed arrogance.

Allata said to Jessie, pointing to the man next to her, “Jezebel this is Andras. A powerful pride demon and my right hand man. And not just that he is the student council vice president and my best friend.” Allata sounded excited on that last sentence although Andras shook his head frowning. “Allata, the sooner you realize that flattery won’t get you anywhere, the better,” he said before turning around back to Jessie to add, “On behalf of the students here at RAD we welcome you to our school Jezebel.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Jessie replied, “Umm…thanks. But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“Ah I see, you clearly are different from our other exchange students,” Andras smiled and continued his explanation. “The Royal family in general wish for the three relays to come together and get along. And so Allata decided to initiate an exchange program to where we send four of our students to the human and celestial realms and have selected two angels and two humans to study here in the devildom.”

“And I’m one of the two humans selected to attend the program?”

“Correct.”

Shaking her head, Jessie said, “That’s all fine and dandy and all but I don’t recall signing up for this to be honest.”

“But you did sign the letter sent to you, with your own blood.” Andras pulled out the letter to where the name Jezebel Gluttan was written on. How in the world did she sign that? And in her blood…then it hit her: the paper cut. She must have got a drop of blood on there and they took that as a signature. Oh crap.

After that realization Andras continued on what she was expected to do while at RAD including her tasks. And then finally said that since she wasn’t a powerful human, she would need a guardian during her stay at RAD. “And what better person that I can assign the task to,” he added, “than one of our student council members, Helge. He is one of my cousins and, how do I put this?” Andras frowned when he that last part before saying “you’d best see for yourself.” He then handed her a small item that looked like a smartphone. “Here take this. This is called a D.D.D. It basically functions as a cellphone from the human world and is yours to use during your stay here at the devildom. Go ahead, give Helge a call.”

Jessie took the device and turned it on. Scrolling through the contacts, she found the name Helge and hit call. A few rings later.

“Yo what’s up?” A voice said from the other end, probably Helge's. Jessie responded with a hi.

“Wait, you ain’t Andras. Who the hell is this?”

“I’m Jezebel.”

“Huh, Jezebel? Are you a chick or something?”

Was this asshole for real? “Yeah last time I checked I’m a human chick,” Jessie replied rolling her eyes.

“A human?” Helge sounded surprised and then relieved. “Ah I’m about to say I thought you were Andras there. Don’t scare me like that human. Now what business does a human like you have with the Great Helge?”

Shaking her head, Jessie replied, “Well, this is gonna sound weird, but you will be in charge of me for now on.”

“No way there’s nothing in it for me. And also what do you mean by in charge of you?” A few seconds later, it hit him. “ Oh I get it now, you’re the new human exchange student.” Laughing, he added, “Good luck with that and see ya!”

That’s your ass, Jessie thought. She looked up at Andras to mouth he said no. Andras mouthed back tell I said come see. “Hang on a sec,” Jessie returned to the phone. “Andras called for you.” She then played the phone on speaker.

“Pfft, whatever. You think you can scare me using that name?” the voice on the phone said outfit. That a few quiet snickers from the others as Andras leaned towards the phone to say quite clearly, “You have five seconds…four…three…”

“Yes Sir!” a few seconds later, the d.d.d. hangs up.

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