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melverie · 11 months

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So......about Solomon

Before we get started: Discussions on this post are more than welcomed as long as you keep it civil and constructive. At the end of the day, this is still a game about fictional characters, so there's no reason to literally harass others over liking or disliking a character If it truly upsets you that much--which is valid btw--than the best thing to do would probably be to simply not engage with the other party, and not harass them over it; you won't change anyone's mind that way. I know most of you aren't like this but unfortunately it still needs to be said Also, if you want me to add sources to some points, feel free to ask! I've tried to mention the chapters as I go, but I might still have forgotten some. Some of the arguments I make are also hidden behind certain player options; if you can't find them, fell free to ask about them and I'll gladly tell you Also also, general spoiler warning for both the og game and Nightbringer. I'm not really covering anything specific after lesson 60 in the og game and lesson 14 in NB, but I might still mention things from later lessons

Now, onto the actual topic. There've been quite a few arguments against Solomon in the past few days, but I mostly just want to focus on those three:

Solomon wanted to force MC into killing Lucifer at the end of season 2 in the og game

Solomon betrayed the brothers and keeps hiding behind "wanting to protect humanity" as a scapegoat for his actions (putting these two together bc I think they go hand in hand, but it'll make more sense later)

Solomon tricked Asmodeus into a pact without his consent

This entire thing is very long, so feel free to jump around if one point interests you more than another

Solomon wanted to force MC into killing Lucifer at the end of season 2 in the og game

[mainly 38-12, og & 38-15, og]

He did, yeah. But here's the thing

They were all forced into a corner since the fate of all three realms was on the line here, and with the Ring of Light's whereabouts still being unknown at the time, they literally had no other choice if they wanted to save everyone. It wasn't Solomon that randomly decided the only way to restore the Night Dagger's power was by killing a powerful demon, it's always been that way. And he can't just be like "Oh well, let's switch strategies then and focus on finding the Ring of Light" when the entire cast (minus Simeon) has no idea where the ring is and the last time any of them saw it was centuries to millennia ago, if not longer. They don't have the time to search for it considering all the destruction MC's Ring has already caused in such a short period of time

Solomon first tells MC to do kill Luci, only to add that he was just joking and knows MC would never actually go through with it. Then, he says that if they wouldn't do it, he'd do it himself. Which kinda sounds like forcing, right? Except this happens [38-15, og; pic below]:

He was prepared to, which doesn't clear him of trying to indirectly force MC, let's get that straight. But ultimately he drops it and accepts that maybe their only option really is to just die here. This is also the only time we see him acting against his beliefs btw

Also yes, Solomon might not have been the one that decided they needed to kill a powerful demon, but he seems to be the one that settled on said demon being Lucifer. The only other viable options would most likely be Diavolo and Barbatos. Don't know if the Demon King in his vegetative state still counts but similar to Diavolo, killing him would probably be seen as a direct declaration of war, so they're out. And from a strategic standpoint, Barbatos is the better option to be kept alive simply because of his powers. There most likely also is some kind of sentimental attachment at play here since Solomon is much closer to Barbatos than he is to Lucifer. None of justifies killing Lucifer of course, but we also need to acknowledge that everyone's hands were tied, they were out of time and given the circumstances, this was probably the best decision they could have come to (until Simeon showed up with the Ring of Light, of course)

Solomon betrayed the brothers and keeps hiding behind "wanting to protect humanity" as a scapegoat for his actions

First of no, he did not betray them. Ever since the end of season 2 Solomon has made it clear that his ultimate goal is to protect humanity and that he, similarly to Diavolo in regards to the Devildom and its denizens*, would do anything in his power to protect the human world and its inhabitants [38-15, og; pic in the point above] [38-19, og; pic below]

*friendly reminder that Belphie was charged with treason for planning to destroy the human world, since in Diavolo's eyes that would have severely damaged the chance of peace between the three realms [13-14, og]

Solomon continuously sticks to his beliefs. He said he'd protect humanity, and that's what he's doing. He never extended that kind of protection to the brothers, he never made any false promises, he didn't betray them in any way, nothing

I'd also like to point out he's not actively going out of his way to antagonize demons, or angels, or whatever. In fact, he even explicitly says that he does not wish to make an enemy out of either party [10-A, NB; pic below], which of course also extends to the brothers

You can even outright ask him if he's planning on backstabbing the brothers, and this is what he has to say [11-8, NB; pic below]:

And you know what? That is a valid concern. They can't say for sure what the future holds, and they just recently had to deal with the entire Ring situation that could have very easily destroyed all three realms, so wanting to be cautious and to be prepared for the worst makes sense. He also makes it clear that he does not wish to fight the brothers if it can be avoided, so there's that

And no, he's also not tricking MC into siding against the brothers in Nightbringer. Rather, he just wants to know that they're fighting for humanity should the relationship between humans and demons in general ever turn hostile. He puts the cards open on the table and gives a proper explanation to his reasoning for siding with humanity [11-8, NB], and once again goes a little further into detail before MC gives their answer [14-16, NB; pic below]. Plus it's up to the player if they choose to stand with him or not, and no matter what you choose, he accepts the decision

Also keep in mind that season 3 heavily suggests that the human world at large has no idea that angels and demons even exist, so MC is pretty much the only one he can even ask to help protect humanity alongside him to begin with. He can't just go up to a random guy on the street and ask them to fight something who's existence they aren't even aware of in the first place

Imo Solomon also seems to know more about where things might be heading than he lets on, with him actually knowing Nightbringer and whatnot, so granting himself some peace of mind by making sure he has at least one ally is perfectly reasonable

Also, Solomon is very much aware that he is not infallible. For example, he states that he realized he still has a lot more to learn about demons [60-20, og], and he even admits that he doesn't always know what the right course of action to any given situation is, which was part of the reason he first asked MC to help him with protecting humanity all the way back in season 2 [38-19, og; first pic below]. In season 2 he actually wanted for MC to be aware of what's happening, but it was Diavolo that decided it would be better to keep them in the dark for the time being [36-18, og]. He trusts MC's judgment and that they will help him make the correct decisions [14-16, NB; second pic below]

Solomon tricked Asmodeus into a pact without his consent

Before I get into anything, let's summarize the base situation so everyone's on the same page. This is based on the things Asmo tells us [53-16, og], as well as the things Sol tells us [6-18, NB]:

Asmo was trying to flirt with someone but their friends kept on telling him to leave them alone since he's a demon -> Asmo's dejected by this and goes to a tavern in Solomon's hometown

Solomon notices and feels sorry for him; he offers to talk to him and they chat for a bit

Asmo lets it slip that he's Lucifer's younger brother

they get drunk and end up forming a pact -> Solomon says that he was only able to forge a pact with Asmo because his judgment was impaired at the time

Right of the bat--yes, the way Solomon got his pact with Asmo is not okay. I'm not putting that up for debate. He fully took advantage of Asmo here, and there's nothing that can excuse that. I also want to make it very clear that it is in no way my intention to relativize this in any way. The way he went about getting this pact is, to put it simply, fucked up and I do not wish to condone that in any way. With the following points I simply want to explain how I see things. Maybe it'll put things in a slightly different perspective for you, maybe it won't. Now, I hope I made that clear enough, so let's continue

The way I see it, Asmo seems to be pretty okay with the pact. From the way he acts around Solomon in the present day all the way to him describing his reaction to the pact as just a "did I really sign that" [53-16, og], nothing seems to suggest that he holds any ill feelings towards Solomon, and personally I don't see any reason to be angry for someone who himself seems to take no issue with a situation that is directly about him

If it were as upsetting to Asmodeus as some make it out to be, surely he would have found a way to get out of it? Asmo is one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom; if he truly wanted to break the pact he could have just killed Solomon and that's it. And if the pact itself somehow prevented him from doing so, I'm sure Lucifer would have more than gladly stepped in. Heck, I bet all of the brothers would have made it into a family thing in a heartbeat if Asmo wanted out but couldn't do anything himself. As Thirteen told MC, Solomon is immortal, not unkillable

But speaking of Lucifer, shouldn’t the same sentiment about forcing others into a pact be held toward him, too? Because he basically did the same thing with MC. This is what happens when you tell him you don’t want a pact with him [20-14, og; pic below]:

Yes, this comes down to player choice and yes, you need to make the pact for story continuity, but it ultimately does not change the fact that in-universe he forces MC into a pact if they say no

Also speaking of forcing others into a pact--Mammon and MC, anyone? Yes, MC did it because Levi asked them to so he could get his money back. We know they had no ill intentions. But you never know what the future holds and Levi literally proposed to basically hand over part of Mammon's agency over himself for the money Mammon owns him, to someone Levi has met about 5 minutes prior, knows nothing about and who's only been in the Devildom for a couple of hours at that point, no less. Lucifer also mentions that demons literally cannot resist temptation [4-10, og; pic below], so there literally was no way Mammon could have just noped out of that pact. We all know how badly he wants his credit card back, after all

To top it all of, we have MC's and Mammon's conversation in Nightbringer where Mammon explicitly says that he would only want to forge a pact with someone that is special to him [2-9, NB], and that he'd make sure to be their first pact [2-11, NB], yet he is forced into his pact with MC. A pact that ultimately turns out to be exactly what he wanted, but nonetheless he was stripped of the ability to say no when it was forged

And for the record, I'm not saying "oh, others did it too, so we shouldn't be so harsh on Solomon!!!" No! Forcing a demon into a pact isn't something that should be taken lightly. A pact literally means a demon hands a huge chunk of control of themself over to a human for as long as the pact exists. And on the other hand, for a human, making a pact with a demon usually means selling their soul. Neither party should EVER be forced into it. We of course don't know if MC actually sold their soul to Lucifer when they made their pact, but even if they didn't, Lucifer's "I won't belong to you. You will belong to me" speaks for itself

What I am trying to say here is that if you want to be mad at Solomon for forcing Asmo into a pact without Asmo's consent (which, again, is valid), you should also be mad at MC for forcing Mammon, and Lucifer for forcing MC into a pact

Anyway, back to Solomon now

Solomon actually admits that he used to treat demons like collectables--more or less, at least since he immediately follows the confession up with "just kidding" [14-14, NB]. Judging by what we've seen in the og game though, he seems to genuinely make an effort to better his relationship with the demons he has made a pact with, or at the very least with Asmo and Barbatos. I mean, the difference between Sol's relationship with Barbs in the og game vs in Nightbringer is night and day

In the present time, Asmo and Solomon are also super close. I literally cannot think of a single instance where they did not get along (though it might have happened like once or twice). You can literally pic any part in the og game to see their relationship play out, but some highlights include Solomon saying he got a huge oil painting of Asmodeus as his "permit" to summon Asmo across worlds [39-13, og] (which is not something you would allow someone you hate to do btw) and both of them mentioning that the two of them repeatedly hang out together in the human world [Proud Brothers, devilgram on Asmo's page, og], the hickey on Solomon's neck that's most likely Asmo's doing [Who Left the Hickey?, daily chat with Mammon, og]. Asmo (while drunk) is comfortable enough to tell Solomon that his cooking sucks and Solomon actually takes it to heart [47-16 hard mode, og]. Then there's Asmo's excitement at Solomon being in the Devildom for the first time [Proud Brothers, devilgram on Asmo's page, og; both of the pics below]

There's also that infamous chat pic of them doing face masks together (that I unfortunately don't know which chat it belongs to, so if someone could tell me, I'd appreciate it <3)

I don't know about you guys, but that's not typically an activity I do with someone I despise

So it's clear that current day Asmo holds no malice toward Solomon

Which, finally, leaves us with the way they forged their pact in Nightbringer

[mainly 7-12, NB & 7-15, NB]

@impish-ivy already went over it in this post, especially in the tags (I highly suggest checking out the reblogs as well btw), but to reiterate--Asmo was IN NO WAY forced into that pact. His brothers tried to talk him out of it, but at the end of the day Asmo willingly agreed to it. Yes, they were in a dangerous situation, and yes, Solomon used that as a basis to ask for the pact, but as ivy correctly points out in the tags, Lucifer could have easily handled the situation by himself, yet Asmo agreed regardless. By implying that Asmo was in any way, shape or form forced into that pact you're not only taking away a huge amount of his agency, but you also deny him his character moment and development that came with this scene. Asmo himself says that forging this pact will finally help him accept himself as a demon. Taking this moment from him is doing him a huge disservice

Aaaand that's pretty much all I have to say

If there's anything else you'd like to add, OR if there's anything you don't agree with, feel free to share! And once again, I'd like to remind everyone that civil and constructive discussions are more than welcomed on here!

Anyway, thank you all for reading, hope you have a great day! <3

#can't believe i'm writing something like this about some fictional guys that are loosely based on some other guys from the freaking bible #but here we are i guess #obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me mc #;mel's analyses #mel's starry musings

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obey-me-disaster · 1 year

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The 'cat' group chat adopts a cat

Summary: Satan, Solomon and MC adopt and raise a cat together headcanons.

This can be read as a Satan x Solomon x gn!MC if you squint.

If it was after all of them they would probably raise an army of cats, but one cats would suffice for the moment.

It was MC who found it on a rainy day and brought back to HOL. They went straight into their room and sent in the groupchat a pic of the little cat orange cat and told them to come as fast as they can.

Both of them were there in less than a minute. Satan was catching his breath from all the running and Solomon just teleported in your room.

The three of them came up with a plan so they could keep the small kitten. Solomon would tell Simeon and Luke the cat belonged to Satan while Satan and MC would tell the rest the kitten belonged to Solomon and they are just cat sitting.

And it worked...for 2 weeks. Diavolo got confused to who the cat belonged exactly in front of everyone.

All three of them got punished by Lucifer that night. Yes even Solomon even if he didn't stay at HOL.

After that one of the biggest fights in HOL happened because Lucifer wouldn't let them keep the cat.

They won once MC told them that they will take cooking lessons from Solomon just to make sure they will cook the most awful meals possible.

The cat would stay one week with Satan and MC and one week with Solomon. Even if MC and Solomon went to the human world, they could just teleport back to Devildom.

That cat is one of the most spoiled cats in the whole world. I am talking about top quality food, both normal and magical toys, fancy cat tree house and so on. The kitty still sleeps in a fucking box for some reason even if she has all of that.

There all multiple pictures of them sleeping and cuddling with the cat. Just by themselves, Satan and MC, Solomon and MC or Satan and Solomo or all three of them + the cat in a cuddle pile. It was really cute.

Satan made a chart for feeding and everything so they would make sure they don't over feed the cat.

They all still give her treats when they are not supposed to and then act shocked when she gains weight.

They made sure to take the cat to a vet so they could get her sprayed and everything else they may need.

MC has multiple videos of the cat rejecting Satan and Solomon when she could smell that they have pet another cat before coming home. Both of them look heart broken each time it happens.

All three of them take turns walking the cat outside. It's honestly pretty funny to see the strongest sorcerer and the avatar of wrath walking around with a tiny, affectionate orange cat.

The group entered in a heated debate on how to call the cat that lasted nearly a week. In the end the cat got three names and after a while started to respond to all three of them. When the cat does something bad they call her by all three names, just how a mom would call her kid by their full name.

Solomon takes a lot of secret pictures and makes them his wallpapers for his homescreen. The one at the moment is a picture of Satan with the cat sleeping in his lap while he reads in his pijamas.

There are often arguments on who is the cat's favourite. It's Lucifer. Every time Lucifers enters the room the cats sprints to him and tries to climb him. When that first happened Satan had to be held back from fighting his older brother.

Barbatos, Mammon and Simeon are the back up cat sitters when Satan, Solomon and MC are all busy or they all go on a date.

If they ever get married the cat is the ring bearer.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me satan headcanons #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan x mc #obey me solomon #obey me solomon headcanons #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #obey me solomon x satan

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lorddiswasher · 1 year

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BITE BACK (REPLACED AU) chapter 1

"Good morning everyone!" Diavolo greeted to everyone. "I am happy to announce that there will be a new exchange student! Due to the fact that so far our program has been a huge success I have decided to add another member. She will arrive next week at 6:00am sharp, I expect everyone to treat her with care. That is all for today's meeting."

~couple hours later at the house of lamentation~

" ughh I can't belive a normie is gonna start living with us! I know that I'm a shut in otaku who's useless and have no worth, but still! Even I don't deserve this. " Leviathan complained as he continues to read a limited edition manga he bought titled "ruri-chan's adventure to the cake kingdom volume 9". "what a headache there's already so much people livin' here and now their addin' another one?! Their insane I tell ya INSANE! ." after a couple minutes the room is suddenly filled with complains from the demon brothers as you just quietly think about all the things you could do with the new exchange student.

" SILENCE! "You flinched as lucifer shouted.

" We will be allowing the new student to live here with us, wether you like it or not. Lord Diavolo's orders. Now stop complaing and start preparing for their arrival!". After saying that lucifer began his 10 hour long lecture about how they have to stop complaing so much as you sneakily escaped the scolding.

~after a week~

"hello everyone! My name is Belle, it is a pleasure to meet you guys!" The new student exclaimed as she brought in her belongings. "welcome." Lucifer welcomed her with if not the dullest greeting someone could possibly give.

As time went by Belle actually started getting along with everyone, including you, but one day, you not-so-accidently tripped because of Belle. You looked up to se Belle covering her.....smirk...? Gritting your teeth you furrowed your eyebrows while looking down the ground to avoid anyone seeing your face. calm down, calm down. You thought to yourself. I see how it is. You wanna play like this fine. Let's play this game.

As time went on Belle managed to completely get the brothers on her side and successfully made them cast you away like you're nothing more than a toy they got tired of but you remained calm in fact you haven't shown your face to the brothers for 2 weeks straight! Why? Because your hanging out and basically living in the purgatory with the angels and the demon king's Castle with diavolo and his butler.

~back at the house of lamentation~

"Has anyone seen Mc? I was supposed to hand them a document but their nowhere to be found." Lucifer asked his brothers "no idea- anyways, Belle, wanna go the casino with me?" mammon answered "ehhhhh~ no way! Come to the new salon that opened just last week with me instead! Besides there's no fun watching Mammon loose anyway, isn't that right dear?" Asmo said while pulling Belle closer to him "WHAT DID YA' JUST SAY?!?" Lucifer sighs knowing that he'll get no answer even if he squeezed their empty brains. I'll just have to ask the angels maybe they know something.

The number you've dialed is unavailable. Please try again later.

"What. I've already called Luke and now not even Simeon is answering my calls, what in the three worlds in going on? I'll just have to call Solomon."

"Yo~ Lucifer, well this is unexpected. What's the reason you called me?"

He's not asking me to make with him? How unusual.

"Do you know where Mc is? I have some paper work for them but their nowhere to be found."

"got it. Wait one second"

Rustling noises

"HEY MC!"

"WHAT"

"Lucifer said he got paper works for you but he doesn't know where you are!"

"Tell him to just put it on my desk or something. IM BUSY."

"well you heard them. Just put it on their desk."

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END (bc i got lazy)

Part 2

Hello to anybody reading this uh this entire thing is created out of boredom so yeah it's bound to make a sh*t ton of errors especially since i don't really speak/write English lololol bye bye

#obey me replaced au #obey me

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sassykattery · 1 year

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Celebrations of the Heart, Pt. 2

Welcome back to part 2. As I stated before, I will be doing three uploads a week for this chapter! I will still upload on the usual Wednesday/Saturday [Thursday/Sunday for further eastern time zones] schedule, but also a random day of my choosing! Enjoy!

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. *Smut scene: quickie. f! receiving penetration, piv. Creampie.* Barbatos refers to MC as "Mistress" as a formality and does so sporadically throughout the series.

Themes: Romance. Mental health. Makeup sex. DiavoloxMC. LuciferxMC.

Characters: MC="you", Barbatos, Diavolo, Lucifer

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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"Ah, mistress, thank you for doing this for me. I greatly appreciate your help. Could I brew some Hell Rose tea as thanks? Or I could make you a treat if you'd prefer," Barbatos said, smiling at you after seeing the fully stocked pantry and fridge.

"I'll take some tea, and it's no problem. Anything for you," you replied softly. "I'll be in my suite," you added.

After settling in your room, you pulled out your notepad, turning to your law research. You stared at the two questions, considering everything that had transpired over the last few days between your vacation and returning home, and then thinking about what Solomon said.

It was truly unfair of me to say that, you thought. I enjoy being a demon, and I don't regret giving up my soul. Solomon's right, I put too much pressure on myself.

Putting your notepad back in the desk drawer, you pulled out your finances book, feeling a new vigor in your studies.

But it didn't take long for you to be interrupted.

"MC?" Diavolo called, knocking on your door.

"Come in," you replied.

Diavolo walked in, seeing you at your desk. "Ah, perfect, there's something I'd like to discuss with you," he said. He instantly saw your shoulders slump just a hair, and his heart sank a little. "It's nothing bad, I promise," he added.

"Sorry, I just assumed after our last conversation..." You started to mutter. You stared straight ahead at your desk, still not looking at the prince.

This didn't go unnoticed either. "No, no, my love, don't worry about that. I have given some consideration to a few–" He stopped, , trying to assess the situation. "Darling, can you at least look at me?" His change in tone caught you off-guard: it was serious and bordering on irritated.

Slowly, you turned in your seat, your gaze dragging across the desk, the floor, landing on his shoes, and slowly traveling up to his golden gaze. His arms were crossed, and he looked down at you with frustration in his eyes. Instantly, you flinched.

Diavolo was utterly confused. He felt like he was doing everything wrong with you all of a sudden. You were never one to shy away, flinch, or not want to meet his gaze.

You two stared at each other, unable to speak. It was weirdly tense between you two, unlike anything either of you have ever felt with the other. Unfortunately, Diavolo was still struggling with what Lucifer told him about you. He took it personally, seeing it as a reflection of his ability to be a good partner. Though he knew that it wasn't about him or a reflection of him, it still affected how he acted toward you, but all that did was actually make things worse, so he was frustrated.

Abruptly, he turned and left your room, without a single word, leaving you to wonder what it was that he even came in for, and now you were frustrated as well. Actually, you were livid, your wrath instantly spiking your blood pressure. In a fit of fury, you put your study materials away and left your suite to go outside, hoping the Devildom air might calm you down. You weren't exactly quiet on your way out, with the prince hearing the slamming of doors from his office as you stormed your way out of the palace.

Barbatos stood in the wake of your warpath, holding a tray for tea, and simply watched as you left wordlessly. Immediately, he set the tea back down in the kitchen and went to Diavolo's office.

"Sir–"

"I know, Barbatos, she left," Diavolo interrupted, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The butler tilted his head. "My lord, did something happen?"

"I don't understand what I'm doing wrong," Diavolo snapped. "Ever since Lucifer told me about that, I just can't help but be angry."

"And who precisely are you angry at?" Barbatos asked, raising a brow.

"Her. How could she even think to do that to herself? Do I not give her everything that's mine to give?" Diavolo replied bitterly.

Barbatos lowered his tone into that of a warning, something he only did to discipline the prince. "Perhaps you need to reconsider that, my lord. You don't know what it's like to be in her shoes, nor do you know what it's like to go through everything she has. She's lived quite the life in her short time, as a human and now a demon, and now her plate is the fullest it's ever been, for you. I think you should give her more grace. You've lived a rather privileged life to not know that sort of pain, sir."

The butler sharply turned on his heel and exited the office, leaving Diavolo speechless. Truthfully, Barbatos was a touch aggravated with the prince. He immediately went outside to search for you, finding you sitting next to the black roses in the palace gardens.

"Mistress," Barbatos called to you, approaching.

"Ah, Barbatos, I'm sorry, I'll come have tea," you said, getting to your feet.

"No, mistress, it's something else. May I speak candidly?" Barbatos asked, seeming flustered.

"Of course," you said, confused by his state.

"Rather, I would like to tell you about myself. Why don't we walk for a little bit?" Barbatos suggested. You nodded and the two of you walked the gardens.

"When I was younger, before the prince came along, I found myself lonely and in despair, and I wasn't sure how much more of this life I could tolerate. There wasn't much left for me at that time, having lived for so long. It was when I was presented with the opportunity to serve my lord that I did find some enjoyment and feeling of purpose in my life," Barbatos said and then stopped, turning to you. "Now you have come into my life as well, and I cannot begin to imagine it without you, nor do I want to."

Your face heated up, unsure of where this is going.

He continued, "I do not know of your particular suffering, that is only something you will ever experience, but I do know what it's like to be buried in the weight of desolation, and you shouldn't carry that burden alone. It's far too heavy, and I offer myself as someone you might consider confiding in, if necessary, mistress," Barbatos explained.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and for the first time, Barbatos opened up his arms and pulled you in for an embrace. Instantly, your arms came around his waist.

He let go first and put his hands on your shoulders. "MC, you are loved dearly, by me and everyone around you. I know the young lord isn't the best with his temperament at times, but I implore you to give him some grace. Sometimes, he isn't the best at putting himself in the shoes of others. And, you're his first love, and I would surely hate for things to become strained before you two have even begun to work together in this next chapter," Barbatos finished.

"Thank you, Barbatos," you replied, placing your hands on top of his.

You looked over at the palace behind him, and then back at the demon before you. He nodded and you nodded in silent reply.

You ran, and Barbatos watched with a small smile on his face, proceeding to walk the gardens for a while.

Dashing through the halls at inhuman speed, you threw the door open to Diavolo's office. He immediately looked up at you, brows raised in surprise. The look on your face told him everything. He stood and came around his desk, and you ran up to him, jumping up into his open arms for him to easily catch you and hold you against him.

"I'm sorry," you rasped, burying your face in his neck.

"Darling, I should be sorry, and I am," he murmured into your hair. His hands gripped you tighter. "I've been unfair to you. My unjustified anger has pushed you away when you needed me the most. And I've made this entire ordeal about myself rather than listening to you. Please forgive me."

He set you back down on the floor and cupped your cheeks, checking your expression. Tears ran over, and he ran his thumbs over to wipe them away. "I love you. Please never forget that. I know things are hard right now, but I don't want you to feel like you have to do this alone. I may not understand fully what you are experiencing, but I can still be here for you and be the support you need."

You nodded, nuzzling your face into his large hands. "I love you too. I promise to take care of myself, and when things get too hard, I'll ask for help. I won't leave you, ever," you stated tearfully. You looped your arms around his neck and his hands dropped to your waist, bringing you in closer. Both of you leaned in for an emotional kiss, filled with silent apologies, promises of love and adoration, and fervent passion.

*The two of you started to stumble around, finding a place to land as his hands, as well as yours, started to mindlessly unbutton jackets, pull off shirts, tear off pants, and eventually landing on the couch fully naked. He laid you back and climbed on top of you, fully laying himself on you as you two grinded into the other. Both of you were flushed with red hot desire, needing to feel the other as close as inhumanly possible.

Your hands went to his hips and pulled them into you, silently telling him what you wanted. He pulled away to take hold of your legs and put them on his shoulders, immediately lining his cock up to enter you. Both of you were already ready, and the familiar ache of need was pooling in both of you, pining to be soothed with the feel of your lover.

Again, you pulled him into you, his member slipping into you with ease and both of moaned. He leaned forward, your knees pushing back into you, and sank as deep as he could go.

"Ahh-ah!" you moaned out. His lips took capture of yours, his tongue slipping in to tangle with yours. The pace of his thrusts was slow but deep, seeking to reach your deepest sweet spots. His hands each grabbed a hold of your ass, holding you in place as he pumped into you. He rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you, MC, please never forget that," Diavolo said in a hushed tone. All you could do was nod as the sobs of pleasure overtook your ability to speak. His pleasure was also starting to overtake him, pushing him to thrust into you faster, but still just as deep.

"I love you," you finally rasped out as the heat in your core flashed out to the rest of your body. Within seconds, your moans turned to a silent scream, his cock kissing your sweet spot relentlessly as you came undone, causing your juices to run down and coat your thighs as well as his. Feeling you come apart on his cock sent him over the edge as well, and he sunk himself to the hilt inside of you to cum, relishing in your mutual pleasure.

He brought your legs down to relax, still inside of you, and buried his face in your neck, fully laying on top of you.

*Just then, Lucifer happened to walk in, seeing Diavolo still balls deep inside of you, both of you panting. His eyes went wide to see the two of you like that, still in the throes of pleasure and intimacy. Though, he was actually rather turned on to see you in particular, blissed out. It made sense now why he didn't see Barbatos anywhere on the way to the office, but not as to why the door was open. Slowly, he backed away and waited in the hallway.

Slowly, your eyes opened, looking up at Diavolo's sculpted face. He looked back down at you and smiled. "I missed your touch, my love," he murmured.

"I'm sure you did," Lucifer called out from the hallway. Your eyes went wide, and you looked at the open door to the office that you completely forgot to close. Diavolo smirked and pulled away from you.

"Apologies, Lucifer, I suppose I forgot about our meeting today," he called from the couch.

"I suppose it's not the worst thing to walk in on," Lucifer replied.

Both you and Diavolo quickly got dressed and cleaned up. Lucifer came in and smirked at your flustered appearance. When he walked by you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head. But once he sat down in front of Diavolo's desk, you perched yourself on the Avatar's thigh, much to his pleasant surprise. Lucifer wrapped an arm around your waist and held you there. Your two lovers began to talk about work, and you listened patiently until fatigue took hold of you, so you settled back into Lucifer's arms and curled up on his lap and fell asleep.

"Hmph, I think we've done this before," Lucifer mused, looking down at you with adoration.

"Indeed, shall I go ahead and steal her away again?" Diavolo teased.

Lucifer frowned, clutching you tighter. "I do believe you already had some pretty intimate time with her," he retorted.

Diavolo sighed and nodded, "I suppose you are right."

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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I'm sorry but I have this really good scenario (in my opinion) stuck in my head and I must tell it.

Ok so soloman is making a potion{not cooking lucky} and everyone is there(don't question it). Anyways Soloman wanted to try and make a special potion that could make you see into the possible future for fun.

MC then needs to go to the bathroom and leaves the room with the door shut. However just a few minutes after she left l. The potion in the coulderen explodes.

Thick bronze smoke surrounds everyone, but eventually it slowly disappears, but they are shock to see that they had been teleported to Diavolo's garden.

"What the hell did that damn potion do soloman!"

"I think, if then potion worker transported all of us to a likely possible future for a short while"

"And how long is a while?"

"20 or 10 minutes."

I wondered what kind of future we are in? Barbtous do you maybe know the answer to that?" Diavolo asked.

"Yes my Lord, we are 350 years in the future, in this future you are now king, the three worlds have come to peace. And MC has died and become a demon."

"Man it only to- MC IS A DEMON!!!!" Mammon shrieked.

"Yes."

"HAH!"

" MC had died and became a demon and works for Diavolo." Barbtous said with a proud smile.

"Oi be more-"

Luke who was next to siman was still in half shocked because MC had turned into a demon and half pout becuae MC couldent be an angle with him and Simeon.

However soon Luke heard someone approaching them. When he looked to see who it was.

"WOW MC!"

Everyone immediately turned their heads.

MC grew taller, and her once brown eyes had turned into a dark gold. She wore velvet purple dress that perfectly hugged her figure and looked very nice against her natural tan brown skin. And her fluffy brown hair was now perfectly straight that nearly touched the ground. She also carried a long pipe that produces purple smoke.

Reaction?

(Also the mc I describe later on is based on what I think my mc would look like as a demon.)

Hello, welcome back, my loyal requester! No need to apologise, I'm going to try my best on this request too! Enjoy

the cast finds out mc will become a demon

-> brothers and side characters x mc (luke platonic)

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: mentions of death, lesson 16 spoilers

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Lucifer

at first, he was very angry with solomon, yet again had he created some potion that was nothing but a waste of time

but, when he laid eyes on you, everything changed

he wasn't happy with the fact that you'd die one day, but seeing how you'd find your way back to his realm was a huge comfort

Mammon

his first thought when he found out he was in the future was to check whether he's still in debt or not (he probably is)

but then he saw you, his face went red and he forgot his own name

his greatest fear has become losing you, after you died in his arms thanks to belphie, but now he sees that you'll always find your way back to him

Leviathan

he wants to go home, to present day

he wants to go home even more after having seen how you look as a demon, because he was beyond flustered and embarrassed

but, the question is why you became a demon instead of an angel, did you fall? well, as long as you're with him

Satan

350 years in the future? oh no, is the cat cafè still here?

the question died in his throat when he saw how you looked, he'd give up any cat cafè just to see you shining like that every day

satan did wonder why you ended up in the devildom after your death, but he doesn't pay it much mind

Asmodeus

if you hadn't showed up, he would have ran off to find his future self

he went classic asmo mode when he saw your new look 'oh my, mc! you look so beautiful!'

he needs some pictures of future you, so he can show present you how stunning you end up becoming

Beelzebub

'where is akudonald's? I can't see akudonald's, it's usually visible from here-'

nevermind cheeseburgers, his full attention is towards you now

he's so glad and relieved seeing you as a demon, that means he won't have to lose you later on

Belphegor

what a waste of time, he could be sleeping right now, thanks solomon

his first instinct was to sit out the 10 to 20 minutes until he can go again, but then he saw you

he never wants to leave this place now, demon mc became his new favorite thing

Diavolo

he's the king now? what happened to his father? 350 years is too soon

diavolo was worried, but seeing you melted all stress away

and you work for him? he sees this as a chance to get closer to you, the future isn't so scary after all

Barbatos

he kind of spoiled your new look for himself when he used his powers, but oh my it hits different when he actually saw it in person

'mc, you look positively radiant' ironic, you were a demon

you work for diavolo? great, you're now co-workers!

Simeon

when he saw you, he decided he would march into michael's office and announce his desire to become a demon to be with you

but, luke wouldn't like that, would he? he still has to look after and mentor the young angel

well, at least 350 years is a long way, he still has tons of time to spend with you

Luke

he's kind of upset and confused, because he'd be sure you'd turn into an angel

you never did anything bad, does that mean you fell from the celestial realm? were you an angel at first?

regardless of luke's confusion, you seemed happy here, that's what matters

Solomon

he messed up, the potion was not supposed to explode and do this

but, his mistake seemed to turn into something good after he saw you, it was a happy accident

oh he wants a pact with demon you so bad, guess that has to wait a few years

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lightvsdark18 · 1 year

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First Year in the Devildom 1.1

(Followed LovesOfLauryn and Lavi Alraune's playthrough)

Milady, a 27 year-old woman living on her own as a grocery store stocker. She wasn't mentally in a good headspace after breaking up her now ex-girlfriend who insulted her two months ago. Life was just simple and boring.

However, she got a letter talking about her being accepted to The Royal Academy of Diavolo. Her finger was cut on the edge of letter and a drop of her blood fell on the signature line.

She folded up the paper and bandaged her finger, leaving the letter on the counter. The next day, she was getting ready for work when her vision suddenly went dark. She panicked and closed her eyes, then reopened them to see she was now in a courtroom.

She freezes in place at what is before her. "Devildom?" "Why am I here?"

Lucifer?! Stares at him in fear.

Exchange student? One year? Anxiety and panic twists in her chest, feeling physical sick from this. Lucifer notices her fearful state and explains he won't abandon her in the Devildom, signing someone to look after her.

She takes the phone and calls Mammon, giving a quiet hello to him. "I'm the new exchange student... You're to look after me... Lucifer called for you."

Satan?! She hates this already.

Her face is of uncomfortable and anxiety, come on, Mammon.

A quiet "No promises."

"Tasks?" "My soul?" "And if I win?"

You're scared of him. "Is looking after me really that bad?"

"Where's my room?"

He didn't use me, he confused me. She immediately dislikes Levi after calling her dumb.

Sends the No sticker.

"Why do you hate him so much?"

She tries her hardest to not laugh at what is being told to her.

"A pact?" "I'm not interested." "I don't know." "Let me think about it." Then after leaving Levi's room, Lucifer takes her shopping to get everything she would need at the moment since she has nothing but her work uniform.

(Solomon, what the hell?) She didn't drop her DDD, it's inside her bag.

"How do you know my name?"

Looks unpleased with Lucifer's comment. "Good morning, I guess." Still speaking quietly.

Was looking through her phone's contacts and realizes there's suppose to be a seventh sin.

On her second day is when she asks about what students are allow to have, but doesn't ask about Mammon's weaknesses. Lucifer tells her he heard the conversation between her and Levi, then gives the hint.

Turns and walks away. "I'm hungry." Frowns at no food and doesn't ask about Belphie.

(The Mc is funny) Milady looks around to find Levi.

"Wait, don't do that, you'll ruin it."

She does it out of survival. If she wants to survive the year and return home, then... "Make a pact with me."

Mammon grabs her head and presses her forehead against his, she wanted to jerk her head away, then speaks in a demonic tongue. His sigil appears behind her left shoulder.

Shrugs at Asmo.

"Um, I don't know. I'm only interested in the one."

"I don't. If you're just going to complain about it, then let me get something straight. All I ask is you protect me. Keep me alive until the year is over, then I'll be out of your hair. Got it?"

"What? Like hell I'm gonna protect some human! I'm the boss, if you stay alive before you can go back to your crappy little home, then you better-"

"Shut up!" Mammon stops talking and struggles to do so. She blinks in surprise.

"... You will call my name from now, and stop yelling around me or complaining about everything that involves me. You may speak."

He tries to complain some more and call her human, but can't and ends up calling her "Your Majesty."

She's sitting down during the three's conversation. A soft "who are you?" to Barbatos.

"What?" "Kid, I'm well aware not to trust any demons. However, I do have to give some trust to the ones I'm living with them because of this situation."

Staying in a house full of powerful demons, would definitely not go looking for the person calling out for help.

"Do you ever shut up?"

A few days later, Mammon and Levi are in a fight when she walks by them and Mammon drags her in, saying she's a bigger TSL fan than Levi. A bet is made: Levi will forge a pact with her if she wins, or her and Mammon will serve Levi for a week if he wins. The marathon was to prepare her for the competition.

She isn't interested in the bet or the competition, even ignoring the brothers advice, but Asmo asks questions she knows the answers to. During the competition, a letter is sent in front of her and it asks her to read the contents out loud.

Runs away and falls on her elbow.

Not impressed.

"To annoy me?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to." But he made a promise and is going to keep it. He gets slightly flustered at having her face so close to his, immediately pulls away when his sigil appears behind her right shoulder.

Milady gives Levi the cold shoulder since he tried to kill them.

Hears the voice again that night, asking Mammon the next day what is in the attic and saying it was out of curiosity. Asks for the record from Levi when everyone heads off to bed and sneaks off to the attic.

How does he know my name?

As a lover of art, Milady looked at the paintings on the walls before meeting him. "You're the seventh brother?"

"No, I'm a human just like you."

"There's paintings of you on the walls."

His eye goes wide for a second, then chuckles. "Clever, you're right. I'm Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth. And the seventh demon living here in this building."

"How can I help exactly?" "And how can I make them do it?"

"Oookay, I'll see what I do." Isn't going out of her way to help him. If a brother makes a pact with her, good. If they don't, she's fine with it. Basically, don't hold your breath, Belphie.

"Did something happen last night to keep you up?"

"Nightmares."

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"Hmm, I guess that's more of what you'd call a word of warning than a piece of advice."

"Actually, there's a second part of that phrase. "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back." Then she stands up and leaves (like a boss.)

Doesn't visit Belphie again to not get into trouble with Lucifer.

"He's your brother, why do I need to say something?"

Eh on the camping, no real opinion on it.

She ignores Mammon and tries to sleep, but he kicks the door open and drags her to the kitchen. She says she's allergic to the custard and pushes it back to him, then leaves. (No hole in wall here)

Lucifer is an ass.

The information on Beel and Belphie being twins comes from that conversation. Mammon tells her about how they were in the Celestial Realm originally.

"What are you doing here?"

Takes Luke to her room and they talk. He tells her what happened between him and Simeon and she tries to give her thoughts on what he's saying.

Because her room is next to the kitchen, Beel walks by and hears them talking, offering to help if she give him her sweets.

"You will eat what I give you." She tries to get food he likes.

Places chin on hand. "Are you worried about me?"

(Luke is so cute, all excited being in the House of Lamentation.)

Beel throws Luke into the closet. "A dog? Um, no." Lucifer opens the closet and see nothing, then leaves as Milady panics because she lost the child!

"We're looking for something I lost. It's a personal item and it's embarrassing to say what it is."

"What is Lilith's room doing here, in the House of Lamentation?"

"Who is Lilith?" Insert tragedy backstory.

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"I tumbled down out of Katelynn's closet after Beelzebub pushed me and found myself here! And then-"

"Wait. Katelynn's closet and Beelzebub pushed you...? Did I hear that correctly? Did you just say the words Beelzebub pushed you?"

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"Beelzebub! Did you help hide this angel? Did you allow him access to the House of Lamentation? This angel who would try to steal that grimoire?"

"You three had better be ready to face the consequences...!"

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Stands in front of both of them. "Lucifer, Luke didn't even know what a grimoire was until now. He had a fight with Simeon and just wanted a place to stay. He wasn't trying to steal it, he was just curious on what it was. He-"

"Silence! Enough with the excuses. Stand back with the others."

"No! You need to calm down and think of this rationally."

"... Why don't I give you a choice, you can choose one person to save. Beelzebub or Luke. It's one or the other. Make your choice!"

Her heart is pounding against her chest and feels suffocated by fear, but still stretches out her arms in protective posture. "I want to save both of them."

Lucifer grabs her by the front of her shirt and throws her towards the coffins, crashing her body against one of them and makes her fall unconscious. Blood starts pooling under her.

Beel carried her to his room where Mammon and him bandaged her wound. Her back took the most of the impact and has a nasty gash under her neck. Beel had to convince Mammon to leave and let him talk to her alone.

"Where's Luke?"

"I'm the one to blame here. I'm the one who let him stay in your room, I'm the reason he disappeared. I'm the one who failed to calmed down Lucifer, and allowed you to get hurt... All of that was my fault. When you shielded us from Lucifer, I was pretty shocked. I mean, why would you go to those lengths? You're not a demon or an angel, and you're not even someone with powerful magic. You're just a regular human. So why... why did you protect Luke and me?"

"I don't know, I guess I just wanted to."

"You wanted to protect us, protect me?" She slowly nods.

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"So, is there anything I can do?"

She remembers what Belphie said about needing her to make pacts with his brothers.

"I don't need anything, Beel. Just walk me back to my room."

Taking her out to eat ^-^

Panics at seeing Lucifer at the front door and leans on Beel.

"Do I have to?" Lucifer insists she meets him in the music room as three brothers stare at her in worry. "Fine." She goes alone.

She stands nervously in the music room when Lucifer finally enters, apologizing for what he did and asks about her injuries. "Don't worry about it," she says a bit coldly.

"I understand you're angry with me and I don't blame you. If you need anything for pain or more bandages, just let me-"

"Stop. I know you don't actually care, you're only saying you're sorry because Lord Diavolo expects you to apologize. Don't act like you care for my well-being." She walks pass him and heads towards RAD.

Milady trusted Lucifer slightly, he protected her by Levi and asked if she was adjusting okay in her first week. She thought she could rely on him somewhat, but that tiny bit of trust was gone, now she's avoiding and acting cold towards him.

Mammon was the only one to clean and bandage the wound below her neck and the only one who knows that it healed into a large scar. He hates it.

"Because Lord Diavolo wouldn't allow it."

"I don't really care." It's castle, simple as that.

Two days before the retreat, Beel comes to her room and tells her he wants to do more for her after protecting him. She tries to convince him he doesn't need to do nothing, but he's persisted on doing something as thanks. He offers to make a pact with her. "I want to protect you like you did for me. I want to get to know you better. So please, let me do this for you."

She never wanted a pact, but can she say no to a demon? "Okay, let's make a pact." Beel smiles and takes her head into his hand, leaning down to touch her forehead and speak the vow. His sigil appears under Mammon's.

"Eh."

Hugs Luke back. "It's alright, Luke."

"No one told me about this until now."

"Yeah."

Mammon, you can't keep a secret to save your life.

"Where are we?"

"You shouldn't have antagonized her."

What she desires is a partner who isn't toxic.

She doesn't care about this conversation, she just does want to leave.

What the fuck?

How do you charm a statue?

"He really is a handful. What are you going to do, Kate?"

"Nothing."

All of the demons are over six foot and Diavolo is seven foot, this is terrifying. Lucifer's demon form is giving her PTSD.

Lucifer just grabs her arm and drags her onto the dancefloor as she glances over to Mammon.

Her face is literally in his chest as they dance.

He asks about her pact with Beel and the reason behind it, a hint of a threat in his voice as his hand grips hers a bit tightly. "Beel wanted to. He came into my room one night and told me he wanted to protect me like I did for him by making a pact."

Considering Mammon's pact was by Levi planning it and vice versa. With Beel, by saying he did it to return the favor because what happened, Lucifer couldn't really get mad at her because it was his brothers' choice, she didn't play a part in their decision.

Lucifer leaves her with Solomon looking a bit bothered.

Solomon overheard Mammon talking about sneaking into Lucifer's room to take a picture of his sleeping face and planning on taking Milady with him. Solomon lends his power because 1) he was curious on what would happen, and 2) she needs something before walking to her doom.

Beel and Levi follow her as she's dragged by Mammon to the end of the hall, complaining why she has to come with.

Grabs Beel as they fall and he takes her into his arms. Lands while holding her bridal style.

Runs away while struggling to remember the incantation to summon Asmo and help them from dying.

She's just standing there, not interested in the conversation, but then Asmo says he wants to forge a pact with her and she hears record scratch in her head.

"Wh-What? Why do you want to make a pact with me?"

"Because even if Solomon lended his powers to you, it shouldn't be possible for someone to draw that kind of power out of me! I mean, you've got to admit, it's super impressive! Katie, you really were amazing down there! So, I'm making a pact with you!" -Asmo

"WHOA, HOLD ON!" -Mammon

"I'm allowed to do that, right Lucifer?" -Asmo

"It's her decision if she wants to make with you, Asmo." -Lucifer

"Of course she wants a pact with me, who wouldn't!" -Asmo

Everyone stares at her, carefully watching on what she will do. Her eyes look around at everyone surrounding her, waiting for an answer as Asmo's eyes burn into her excitedly. I can't say no, can I?

"Okay..." Asmo giggles as he almost skips over and gently touches the sides of her head, pressing her forehead towards his. The vow in a demonic tongue are spoken and right under Levi's is Asmo's sigil.

"Interesting... your right ear is different than your left. Oh, you have scars on your right hand and wrist, also a little one on your left pinky. Come here, let me see your teeth. Go on, open your mouth... Let's hear you say aaah. Hehe. Come on, there's no need to be shy." -Asmo

"You're getting too close for my liking."

She walks out of the room when Mammon and Asmo start cursing at each other, sitting by the door and watches Satan enter, then Lucifer and Diavolo.

Pillow on fire? Leans in and watches.

She stands in the kitchen, not knowing what the hell to make. She asks Solomon for some help deciding. She manage to pull something together and gag at Solomon's cooking.

While unpacking, Asmo kicks open the door and takes her shopping because if you're going to be in a pact with him, he's going make sure you have some good shit. "Humble person vs shopping fury" explains the shopping trip. During the trip, she requests glasses for she's narrow sighed. Asmo makes an appointment for her and gets ruby red glasses during the body swap incident.

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#editing my obey me run through just to update it and move it here from my side blog #obey me shall we date #milady

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turtleybeachin · 1 year

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I posted 1,325 times in 2022

That's 1,109 more posts than 2021!

85 posts created (6%)

1,240 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@property-of-diavolo

@kannra21

@eternallydaydreaming2015

@devildomditzy

@incendiak

I tagged 1,269 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

#obey me - 885 posts

#obey me lucifer - 209 posts

#obey me mammon - 158 posts

#obey me diavolo - 88 posts

#obey me leviathan - 87 posts

#obey me simeon - 79 posts

#obey me barbatos - 77 posts

#obey me satan - 76 posts

#obey me solomon - 68 posts

#halloween - 53 posts

Longest Tag: 111 characters

#you know lucifer somewhere just violently sneezed and then glared suspiciously in whatever direction simeon was

My Top Posts in 2022:

Somehow I’m losing my mind over Raphael’s bedroom. The partially eaten GIGANTIC apple just hanging out, the books and papers on the floor, the not-quite-made bed with the dangle blanket. I don’t know what I expected of him but this was not it and yet I’m loving it.

159 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

so we all have a dark sense of humor in this fandom right? if that's not you, scroll past this, it's not going to hit your funny bone. (spoiler warning for lesson 16!)

okay so the way we have anniversaries in the devildom, what if MC has yearly anniversaries of the day they died?

like hear me out. i like belphie now, but i also feel like it's my diavolo-given right to remind him he's a little shit on a regular basis.

the boys wake up one morning to MC laying in the foyer with a banner hung over them "HAPPY ONE YEAR SINCE I DIED DAY!" we give belphie a sparkly birthday-style hat that says "I'M AN ASSHOLE" and pin a lil badge to his chest that says "MURDERER" and he has to wear it all day.

"it's been one year since belphie murdered me mid-hug and laughed about it!"

"it's been two years since the day belphie strangled me to death and then cackled maniacally in the foyer over my corpse!"

"happy three years since he brutally slaughtered me and then dragged my body through the house like a cat showing off its kill!"

but i feel like we would have to text mammon first to warn/remind him of the holiday i don't wanna traumatize my first man.

227 notes - Posted November 9, 2022

Crying About Season 2 Episode 3

Putting everything under cuts because I don't want to spoil for people who haven't seen it yet.

I CONTINUE TO INSIST MC BE ALLOWED TO ABSOLUTELY ENCOURAGE LEVI'S NERDING OUT. As someone somewhere on the neurodivergent spectrum, I hyperfixate and obsess and nerd out hard on shows and games too. And I know how much it hurts when your friends and family mock you or tune you out or walk away from your excitement. And I know how much it means when they listen and get excited too and even if they don't care or understand they're happy just to see you happy.

And every time in the game when Levi starts getting excited and we're forced to like, not care or shut him down? NO. NO I REFUSE.

Anyway, specifically in this episode, I will admit Simeon's entirely un-subtle escape made me cackle

Followed by Luke's misery crawl after both his dads abandoned him like that

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260 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

Cold Hands

Lucifer x MC (gender neutral)

Fluff, hand holding, fall vibes

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It's a chilly night in the Devildom, the breeze cutting straight through your clothes. Lucifer beside you doesn't even twitch, the breeze ruffling his hair so prettily you can't help but wonder if he's using magic for that effect. Maybe it's his sin reflecting onto you, but you tense your muscles stubbornly and refuse the shiver that arcs along your spine.

He glimpses you from the corner of his eye, watching you clench your jaw against the chattering. You don't seem to realize how you're squeezing his fingers, your bare skin prickling in his grasp, the leather gloves denying you any shared heat. He could tease you, comment on your fragile human flesh, your trademark stubbornness in refusing to ask for his jacket.

Or he could unfurl his wings, stretch them wide and then let them settle in a way that just so happens to curl loosely around you and block the worst of the wind. "Oh, you don't mind, do you?" he drawls, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "The breeze feels pleasant on them." He slips his hand from your grasp long enough to pluck off his gloves and tuck them gently into his pockets, then entwines your fingers with his.

The heat from his hand seeps to your bones and up your arm. "Not at all," you reply, biting back your smile. You know he's caught your chills, and more than that, your attempt to hide them from him. "And your hands? Do you like the feel of the breeze on those, too?"

He lifts your hand in his so he can press his lips to the back of it. His gaze remains locked with yours as he lingers, the warmth of his breath on your skin erasing any memory of cold. "I prefer the feel of you."

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Sometimes I think about how the other sorcerers must get BIG MAD at MC because they're the first and only human to have a pact with all seven sins, all seven lords of hell.

They should be wealthy beyond understanding, have limitless power, be everything good boys and girls fear about deals with the devil.

And instead they only call upon the pacts for like, stupid shit.

"I heard they summoned Lucifer yesterday???" "Yeah, don't get excited. They didn't want to have to call the cable company to cancel service so they asked him to do it for them."

"Yo, the new kid used their pact to call Satan here! Who died? I didn't see any wild death tolls on the news--" "I saw on Instagram they went to Barnes & Noble and then a shelter to pet cats."

"Did you see they had Beelzebub here last night? And he looked pissed." "I have a friend who works at Olive Garden. Apparently he found the limit to the unlimited salad and breadsticks."

"Was I seeing things or was Asmodeus in town? With Solomon, I assume?" "Nah, with his apprentice." "Oh, were they trying to seduce their way--" "They were trying out those new nail polish robots at Target."

"Ugh, did they summon Mammon? Why??" "Apparently they couldn't reach some of the spell components on a top shelf and didn't want to go get the step stool."

"The new kid is outside with Leviathan, and they're standing real close talking animatedly. You don't think he's scouting ahead for the Navy, do you?" "Nope, walked by them earlier. They're playing Pokemon Go."

"I'm pretty sure that's Belphegor in the lounge near the fireplace." "Yep. Apparently the new kid likes to shove their bare feet under him while he naps, says he's 'the perfect temperature'."

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HDD Event - Curse Rewrite

A/N: Hello folks, I was disappointed by the lack of angst in this event so I wanted to make my own. And then I added some more. This is way longer and meaner than I planned.

If you didn't finish chapters 3 and 4 of the Happy Devil Day event, there will be spoilers, as well as spoilers for S1 and S2.

This part will be focused on the brothers. Edit: Part 2 link here.

Warnings/Mentions: They/it pronouns used for Valago. Glitched text in the intro. MC is straight up not a good person in this fic due to the curse. Emotional manipulation, verbal cruelty, dubcon non-sexual touching (mainly in Beel's and Levi's). A lot of use and abuse of the pacts, including MC accidentally giving an order to remove clothing (which is immediately retracted, in Asmo's section). Skip this one if any of those make you uncomfortable.

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This was not how you were expecting the night to go.

"That last curse you were under didn't work properly because of the human, right?" Valago laughed with a manic glee. "They saved you from those masks!"

"How does this guy know about-"

"Don't you dare get closer to MC-"

"Valagoooo, don't be mean-"

"I'm not being mean at all!"

You didn't like the way Valago was looking at you. There was clearly something wrong with it, but you didn't know what it was planning. You were surrounded by some of the most powerful beings in all three realms. Their confusion wasn't helping you feel safe.

Unsure what to do, you made sure you were at least between it and Luke, Mul, and Aster.

"I'm going to give a present of my own... wouldn't you brothers like a chance to return the favour?"

There was a light in the room - a dark, pulsing light that hurt to look at and crackled with arcane energy. Valago strained but its smile never left its face.

Levi cried out.

Satan threatened.

Mammon cursed.

And the light buried itself in your chest.

You felt the magic crawling deep within you. It was thick like tar. It was searching for something but you didn’t know what, and it didn’t hurt but it was tugging at something within you and you thought you might throw up when it pulled and-

And you looked up at the people around you, the worried faces of the people that you love, and something shifts.

“What happened?” Satan’s hands fluttered around you, a stark contrast to his normally decisive nature.

“Are you hurt? Is everything alright?” Solomon followed, ready to heal you in a second, warm magic already at his fingertips.

“I’m not hurt,” you said, because it was true. Whatever Valago had done hadn’t injured you. You tried to think, to really assess what was wrong.

“Are ya sure? What’s with that black smoke?” Mammon’s panicked voice cut through your attempts to figure out what exactly the spell did to you. He was too l̴͙͛͝o̴͉̪̔̈u̷̙̱̓ď̴̙. “Hey, you little bastard! What’d you do to MC?”

“MC dealt with you at your worst, right?” Valago laughed. You clenched your fists. “Now you can see them at their worst! I just did a little curse to twist them up!”

“Twist them?” Diavolo snapped. Why did he always sound like he was s̵͊͌ͅh̴̘̓̑ô̷̮͝ù̵̟t̷̩̟͗i̶͕̯̇ń̶̢͈͗g̵̩͌̕?

“Undo it. Right now.” Beel was straight to the point, as usual.

“M-MC…” Luke crouched down in front of you. His eyes were wet, he looked so very young, and whatever had shifted in you before went right back into place for a moment.

“Simeon,” you said, slow, purposeful, careful with your words. “I need you to take Luke and get out of here.”

“No!” Luke gripped your arms, tears spilling over. Your body shuddered as you fought back whatever instincts the curse was pushing on you.

“MC, are you sure?” Simeon’s voice was gentle, too gentle, c̷̘͉̩̙̍͑o̴̻̽̕ņ̵͈̼̅̓d̷̞̟̬̈́ẻ̴̤̱̀̈́s̵̢͎̞͈͌̇c̷̫̟̉͂̂̍͜ë̷̯̭́̑̍͝ǹ̵͚d̸͎̗͑̕i̷̛̯͈͊̈́̚n̴͔̮̦̰̈́̇̆g̵̨̦̲̿͠ͅ, and you bit back a cruel comment.

“Luke, I’ll be okay,” you promised, gently prying his arms off you. Simeon, thankfully, took him before he had a chance to throw himself at you again. “I just want you to go for now. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“MC, what’s happening?” Lucifer demanded when Luke was safely away. He always needed to be in c̴͇̒o̴̯̊n̷̥̔t̴̯̆r̵̰̈́õ̴̼l̵̰̿.

“What’s going to happen to MC? How do we break the curse?” Asmo asked, voice rushed and shrill, d̸̮͐r̸̙̼͘á̵̢m̷͎͚̅ả̸̡̜ţ̷̮͛i̴̩̞̓ç̴̓ as always.

“Valago, what did you do to the nice human?” Mul sobbed which… was a little grating, but didn’t fill you with anger in the same way as the others.

“I can’t break curses! I can only cast them!” Valago’s voice sounded off in a way you couldn’t quite explain. His movements were too sudden, too jerky. “You’ll have to figure it out yourselves!”

Chaos broke out.

Solomon and Lucifer examined the curse on you, commenting to each other now and then. About how this seemed beyond a lesser demon’s ability. About possible curse-breaking techniques. Only b̸̭̭̲͒ō̶͔̋̃t̵͕̣͌̏h̶̙̝͍̃̄e̴̘̓̃̕r̷̡͕̈́̿i̶͈̦̟̒̔͛n̴̤̖͔̅g̵̠͈͆ to talk to you when they needed to know something.

Mammon and Satan threatened the little orange demon, cursing at it. Loud, angry, p̸̗̌ǒ̵̮ǐ̷͎n̷̡̓ť̶͔l̶̗̍e̸̬̿s̴̮͆s̴̢̓.

Diavolo’s loud voice sounded over everything, making it impossible to properly focus. Asmo’s was similarly hard to ignore, his melodramatic cries drowning out the rest of the room.

Levi, Beel, and Belphie were quieter, but you could still hear their low, anxious voices buzzing away.

“E̸͆ͅn̸̯̒o̴̢̕u̶̬͛g̸͕̃h̸̗̓.”

The brothers were sent to the ground at your word.

Power surged through you. F̸͔̰̩̪̎̂̿̓͌i̶͉̾̇͝ǹ̶̩͆̿à̷̩̿̅l̵̯͙̳͔̥̄̊̂̄͂l̶͍̤̇̄́̒y̷̨̳͈̑̓̒, a little quiet - their groaning in pain didn’t sound nearly so annoying as their panicking. Your chest eased. Your mind felt clearer.

The traces the curse left in its wake lit up through your chest, bringing a smile to your face.

You stood, already moving to walk away but Solomon gripped your wrist.

“Not that I don’t like my apprentice showing off now and again,” Solomon said, forcing lightness into his voice, “but what was that about?”

“I needed some quiet,” you said. You didn’t notice anything wrong with your words but Barbatos frowned and Diavolo looked between you and your fellow human with wide eyes.

“MC, I’m sorry,” Solomon continued. His voice was too soft, like he was talking to a child. “Please stay here until we break this curse.”

You considered it long enough for Solomon to relax a little.

But something within you whispered get them alone, whispered divide and conquer, whispered it'll be f̵͙͂u̵̩͆̄n̵̹̗͛.

And another part of you screamed get away before you hurt them.

“No.” You pulled your arm from Solomon’s grip.

Even with your control of the brothers, you weren't going to be a match for Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos. But you had one advantage over them all.

They never expected their precious human to act against them.

A bright light filled the room at your incantation - Solomon's hand grazed your sleeve, Mammon called your name, Lucifer cursed - but by the time they could all see again, you were long gone.

For a long moment, there was silence.

"Solomon and I will work on a way to break the curse," Diavolo took command. He could see some of the brothers still getting to their feet, Solomon still staring at his hand, and even Barbatos looked shaken. "I need you brothers to find them. You know them and the house best."

"One last thing..."

Everyone's attention was drawn to Valago. The little demon was on the floor, the magic it expended for the curse apparently too much for its body.

"You better break it before midnight. Or else you'll never get back your sweet little human."

Beelzebub

Beel was the first to find you.

It was mostly luck. He'd run right into the staircase and there you were, looking up and down like you were debating where to go. Black smoke surrounded you, distorting the features Beel normally loved.

"Be quiet," were the first words out of your mouth when Beel pushed through the door into the little staircase. The pact came into effect before he could call out to his brothers - but the command gave him just enough room to whisper your name.

You looked at him then, properly. Eyes always soft and filled with affection were instead hard and spiteful. You looked cold in all the places you were usually warm. Your outfit for tonight, which had looked so nice on you earlier, now made you look strange and alien.

Beel didn't know what to do.

He couldn't call out to his brothers. The pact choked away his voice whenever he tried.

He wasn't good with magic, like Satan or Lucifer or Solomon. He didn't have any idea of how to break the curse. He wouldn't know where to start.

And he didn't know what to say that would make you come back with him.

"Please." The pact dropped his voice to a whisper. "I'm sorry we were too loud."

"Beel."

"We'll be quieter," Beel promised. His voice picked up with his breathing, with his heart - he wanted to be loud, but the pact kept him quiet and he was afraid if he was loud it would just drive you away again.

"Beel."

"Or you can sit somewhere else. Or we can move." Beel couldn't control his breathing, couldn't control his words - saying the first things that came to mind, whatever might convince you not to run away again.

Beel wasn't a fool. He didn't think the issue was actually how loud they were, but it was all he could latch onto to get you to stay. If he couldn't bring you to the others, if you left again and he couldn't find you before midnight hit, if he lost you-

"Beel."

Finally Beel stopped. The pact even forced his breathing to be near-silent - which hurt when he was almost panting for breath.

Your expression looked... strange. Beel thought - Beel hoped - he could see some trace of your real self there. Some gentleness.

"You can't save me, Beel."

Beel’s heart stopped.

He somehow ended up smaller than you - he was on his knees, he realised belatedly.

Beel reached out for you and he was so, so thankful when you stepped forward enough for him to pull you closer, face pressed into your stomach.

“Breathe, Beel.”

The order freed his lungs, forced his throat to relax but that only made his silent sobs come through easier. He held you close to him like that would change anything, like at a word from you he wouldn’t turn around and leave, like he wouldn’t be forced to let you walk away.

“It’s not your fault, Beel.” Your hands ran through his hair and Beel shuddered at your touch. “I don’t mean to upset you. If this was something you had to fight, if I was scared and needed comforting, I would always want you by my side.”

“Order me to save you,” Beel whispered. You tugged on his hair - so soft, so gentle, guiding him to look up at you.

“I feel strange, Beel,” you murmured. One hand stayed in his hair, the other rested on his face. Your eyes were distant. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I… I want to hurt.”

“Please, MC.” Beel had felt the strength you gave him when you used the pact to help him. Even if he didn’t know much about curses - even if this curse confused Solomon of all people - if you ordered him to, he could…

“Beelzebub… calm down.”

A pact command.

“No, MC- ah-”

The order took hold.

Beel’s breathing slowed and evened out. His heart steadied. The tears in his eyes cleared.

“MC.” Beel knew he needed to reach you somehow. He knew but he no longer felt the need to.

Despite his now steady breathing, Beel felt like he was suffocating. Peace settled over him. He couldn’t fight against it.

“That’s better,” you said, tugging on his hair harder now. He grunted but followed, releasing you as you guided him to sit against the wall.

You gave his hair one last ruffle.

“I love you, Beelzebub. Do you love me?”

“Yes,” he answered honestly, no hesitation. Your eyes were empty. Your smile showed too many teeth.

Beel trusted you. He trusted you and that’s why he made a pact with you.

He never imagined you could ever do this.

He couldn’t even feel betrayed.

“You’ll still love me while I’m like this, right?”

“Yes.”

Beel’s voice held none of the emotion such a confession would normally draw from him. He knew he didn’t show his feelings a lot. He knew people found him scary because of that, thought his flat expression was all there was to Beel. But he’d never felt like that was all he was.

Until now.

You pressed a light kiss to his lips that Beel couldn’t return.

“I’ll see you later, okay?”

Beel watched you walk away.

He could feel nothing.

Asmo

“Ha! I knew it!”

Asmo walked right into his bathroom to find you soaking your feet in the tub, shoes laid down beside it.

“It’s where no one would expect to find you, right? But if you want a little peace, there’s nowhere better.”

“You and peaceful don’t exactly go together, Asmo.”

Asmo’s smile flagged, but he forced it back on. He knew he shouldn’t try and face you alone, but-

“Don’t call your brothers.”

Ah. Well.

Plan B.

“Want me all to yourself? I’m flattered.”

Asmo moved slowly, feeling oddly… uncomfortable with your gaze. He always wanted your eyes on him - he wanted you to see how beautiful he was, to pay attention to him, to love him.

Asmo didn’t feel very loved right now.

His shoes off, he sat across from you. The warm water helped relax him a bit - it felt normal in a way nothing else had since those little demons showed up.

Since he couldn’t call his brothers - and because your words still rung in his head - Asmo was quiet and just watched you, his expression contemplative.

You looked fine.

You weren’t hurt. You weren’t crying. If anything, you looked bored.

The black smoke still surrounded you. Was there less than before? Was that a good thing? Or did it mean the curse was further inside you now?

“Asmo?”

You spoke first. Asmo hid his relief with a smile.

“Do you love me?”

And the smile was gone again.

Asmo was scared of a lot of things. Or rather, he acted scared of a lot of things. It brought him attention, and sympathy, and comfort, and he was more than willing to face a few rolled eyes from his brothers if it meant he got to snuggle up to you.

But what he was actually afraid of was this.

Asmo knew about his reputation.

Asmo knew everyone thought he was flighty, shallow, that he was all lust and no love.

But you - you hadn’t ever judged him like that.

You let him cuddle up to you and never expected anything more - and sure, there were times where Asmo wouldn’t mind going further, but it was nice. It was nice to be held, to be cared for, to not be seen as a means to an end.

“Of course I love you! You mean everything to me!”

You were a lot closer - no, he was the one who’d moved. Standing in the tub, hands on either side of your hips on the edge, face close to yours.

Water soaked up to his knees. Lucky the tub wasn't filled very far, or else he'd have sent a wave onto the floor tiles as well.

Asmo breathed in the black smoke and choked.

You watched him cough, impassive.

“Do you though? Or do you love how I make you feel?”

Asmo swallowed. “What do you mean?”

“You can’t use your charm on me,” you explained. You reached up, playing with his curls. “Every bit of affection I give you. Every word, every touch. I choose to give it.”

“I know.” Asmo held your hand, pressing it against his face. “And I’m glad. I’m thankful every day that you choose me. That’s why I’ve got to help you now, right?”

Aside from the bubbling of the tub, there was quiet.

Please, Asmo wanted to say, please look at me properly. Please smile. Please hold me.

Please tell me you never thought I didn't love you.

Your hand slipped away from his.

You moved to lift your legs from the tub, but Asmo trapped you in - he didn't know what time it was but he knew midnight couldn't be more than an hour away, and it was better to have Satan and Lucifer working together with Solomon and the royals to break the curse than have them looking for you.

You sighed, blowing his hair to the side - your breath still smelled like the sweet, fruity drinks he and Barbatos had made for you.

"I'm leaving, Asmo. Do something else that's not bothering me. I don't know, take a bath."

Your voice held just enough of a command. His jacket was tossed to the side, hands moving to raise his sweater without his input - his breath hitched, but-

"Stop."

It was the most emotion Asmo had heard in your voice since he'd entered the room. Your eyes were wide, your hands reaching out to him - one made contact, lightly pulling his shirt back down and smoothing it out.

Asmo couldn't make out your expression past his watery eyes, but for a moment he could've sworn you'd looked horrified.

"...After I leave."

You swung your legs over the side, nearly slipping on the tiles in your sudden haste to get away - shoes collected, fabric once again covering your calves and ankles. As an afterthought, you turned on the bath taps again and tossed a pretty pink bath bomb in. It felt like an apology.

Asmo's tears only started, as you commanded, after you left.

Levi

Levi found you, of all places, in his room.

The fabric around your ankles was a little wet, your hair was mussed from the elegant styling Asmo had done for you.

But the most startling change was-

Levi! Finally, I've been waiting for ages!

-the annoyed expression you leveled at him.

"Stay right there. Don't try to contact your brothers or anyone else," you said, the pact taking hold. You were leaning against the fish tank, Henry 2.0 swimming to the opposite side to avoid you.

That, of all things, scared Levi the most - Henry 2.0 loved you almost as much as Levi did.

"M-MC, listen, we've got to, um... We've got to get back to the others. They can fix this."

You tilted your head, and suddenly Levi felt very, very uncomfortable. It reminded him of when he'd gotten you to try on all those glasses - at the end, when you looked down your nose at him, he'd been blushing, but now...

It didn't feel very nice anymore.

"Fix what, Leviachan?" The nickname was mocking. You walked over to him slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, and Levi wasn't sure if he wanted to run but your command took that option away.

"I thought you liked me like this."

Levi was forced against the wall, cheeks burning red. You had him trapped in a kabedon. Your sleeve brushed against his hair, your body heat was near-overwhelming.

It was what he'd dreamed of.

It wasn't right.

"I like every side of you, MC, but..." Levi wasn't good with words like some of his brothers. Under pressure, he defaulted to his favourite quotes from anime. He couldn't do that now, though. This was too important. You were too important. "I like my best friend the most."

Levi took a deep breath. It was difficult to meet your eyes but he did.

He did and he saw you wavering for a moment.

That cruel smile, that hard look in your eyes, both gone - you swayed back lightly, giving him more room to breathe.

"I said it earlier, didn't I?" Levi continued around the lump in his throat. Hesitantly, he rested one hand on your waist, not wanting you to feel trapped but trying to offer comfort.

"I'll save you from yourself if it's the last thing I do."

"Levi..." You looked scared. You looked scared and all Levi wanted to do was pull you closer. He didn't know what he was supposed to do, but if he could keep you calm... if he could bring you to the others or keep you here, where he knew someone would find you two eventually...

And then you were coughing, deep wrenching coughs that blew black smoke past your lips and had you stumbling back-

"MC!"

Levi rushed forward, trying to reach for you-

"Sit."

The order was quiet, hoarse. It must've hurt coming out of your throat.

Levi's body followed it anyway.

Fighting against it was futile, Levi knew. Levi knew but he tried anyway. If he could reach you, if he just get you to stay-

His body hurt. Losing you would hurt worse.

You moved past his hands, leaning against the door as you got your breath back, your little coughs and Levi’s heavy breathing the only sounds in the room. Your eyes were red, from tears or from coughing he wasn't sure.

Levi called your name when you opened the door - did you pause? Or was that just his imagination?

Whatever it was, it wasn't enough.

You walked away.

Satan

Satan ambushed you in the library.

“Very good, detective,” you said. Satan’s hands framed your face, pressing you against the bookshelf.

“I figured you might come here. It’s got some of the better hiding spots.” Satan examined you. He’d found Beel listless and still in the stairs to the attic. He’d led his younger brother down to Diavolo, hoping he could undo the pact command. Satan knew you must’ve done it.

Satan knew. But he couldn't quite believe you ever would.

You’d only ever used the pacts if they were in danger of destroying something or to protect yourself and his brothers.

“Just so we’re clear, I order you not to yell or try and contact anyone outside this room.”

“I figured.”

Satan hadn’t been planning on it.

If you were being so liberal with the pacts, he didn’t want you anywhere near his brothers.

He had to figure out what was going on.

Maybe it was self-flattery, but Satan believed you two understood each other. You saw through his attempts at keeping his wrath concealed and he saw through your attempts to hide when you were struggling.

And he could see you struggling now.

"Valago was quite vague with the curse," Satan explained. He shifted to allow you more breathing room, taking in every change in your expression. "Tell me what you feel."

"Are you a doctor now? We did watch that one medical drama-"

"Please."

You paused, the smoke in your eyes clearing for a moment to really look at him.

"...It's hard to describe." Your tone hadn't changed. It still lacked the warmth, the affection you normally held. But you were talking.

"You're all still very important to me." Satan's heart leapt. That was a start.

"But I like it when you hurt, now."

Satan nodded. He'd expected as much. "Has it been getting worse?"

"Yes." You turned to the library door now, eyebrows drawn together. "I didn't want to hurt Beel, but it was like I couldn't stop myself. It was probably the worst with Levi. I did want to hurt him."

What did you do to Levi? Satan didn't ask aloud, but made a note to check on his brother as soon as he figured this out. As soon as you were you again.

"Or not him, but... it's like I want to hurt. Until... until I'm satisfied."

"And using the pacts?"

"Why all the questions, detective?"

Satan grit his teeth. The teasing nickname had never sounded... well, mean. In all the time he'd known you, you'd joked, you'd argued back, you'd been genuinely furious when it came down to it - but you'd never been cruel.

"You're not as clever as you pretend to be, we both know it."

He said your name, too desperate - trying to reach you again, trying to stop you from slipping back into the curse - but the panic in his voice seemed to drive you on.

"All your curses are pranks at best. Lucifer and Solomon have the actual expertise. Diavolo has the sheer power."

"I'm the fastest learner," Satan said bluntly.

"All the book learning in the world won't change your opinion of yourself."

"And nothing you say will change that you're still trying to fight this off."

The two of you glared at each other. Satan's wrath wasn't bubbling up or threatening to spill over. He was furious at Valago. He hated the curse.

But nothing you said under the effects of this curse would ever change his love for you.

"What makes you so sure?"

With that, Satan laid out his most damning piece of evidence.

"If you really wanted to break me with your words, you know exactly what to say." He rested his forehead against yours, ignoring the way the black smoke scratched at his throat, brought stinging tears to his eyes. "You could compare me to Lucifer. Tell me I'm nothing on my own. Say I'll never be anything but an inferior copy of him."

Even now, the words hurt to say - hurt worse to imagine you saying them.

But you hadn't.

"You can't want to hurt me that badly."

For a moment, Satan felt triumphant. He could see the fury in your eyes - knew it was from the curse. Even the part of you that had been twisted up knew that he was right.

You leaned close, lips brushing against his ear.

Satan closed his eyes. He hadn't beaten the curse. But he'd found a chink in its armour, and maybe he'd have to be satisfied with that. The others would find him soon and he could share what he'd found out.

"Go read a story, detective."

"I'll see you again soon, love."

The pact command drew him to the fiction section, away from books on curses and hex-breaking.

So as the door open and shut behind you, Satan perused the shelves, looking for a human world fairy tale.

Something with a happy ending.

Belphie

Unlike his brothers, Belphie hadn't been actively searching for you - but for his brothers.

He'd seen what you did to Beel. Found Asmo crying in his bathroom, watched Mammon try and comfort Levi.

And in the brothers' group chat, Satan wasn't replying.

Beel and Levi were two of your first pacts, the ones you knew you could rely on. Asmo had never once hurt you like some of his brothers had. Like Belphie had.

Call Belphie a coward, but he wasn't ready to face you. If you were willing to hurt Beel, then who knew how far you'd go to hurt him?

Simeon had returned to join the search, and Barbatos and Diavolo were swapping out depending on which of them was more useful in interrogating the little demons.

Have one of them find you. They didn't have a pact with you, so you couldn't hurt them in the same way.

Instead Belphie was going to find Satan. Heading to the library was the best bet, right? Satan would probably end up there.

"Belphie, keep quiet and follow me."

Oh.

Belphie's body did as it was told.

Smoke still seemed to surround you. Belphie followed along behind, obediently, so he couldn't see your face. He didn't know what your expression was, what you were thinking. He didn't know how strong the curse's hold on you was, but seeing his brothers, it had to be strong.

If you were trying to hurt them, Belphie was an easy target.

You took him to the planetarium.

Whether it was the curse or simply his body on autopilot, Belphie rested his head in your lap. It was as comfortable as ever. But he didn’t feel like he was going to sleep.

Oddly, you looked more tired than he felt.

"Get it over with."

You tilted your head. Belphie bit back annoyance - this version of you didn't get to play cute.

"Say what you're gonna say and then get back to the others. I killed you." Belphie forced the words out. It was only the truth. "I deserve it. So get it over with and then we can get this fixed."

Belphie held your gaze for as long as he could. Tried to look strong, daring you to speak. He would take it. He would take it if it meant this cursed you could be satisfied with the pain you caused and he could get you back.

"Belphie..."

He didn't know what to do with gentle. With a soft touch to his hair.

"I can't deny I was... and am... upset about that." You grimaced at your own choice of words, Belphie enraptured by every change of expression, listening to every word. "But I... I understand why you did it. I can't imagine how you felt up there... I know you were in pain. That you'd been in pain for a long time. It doesn't make it right, or excuse it, but I... I don't hate you for it."

Belphie knew he was playing into your hands, knew he was being dumb, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help tearing up. You two had never really talked about it that deeply, and that was his fault mostly. Hearing you speak with such understanding was better than anything he could've imagined.

"How you acted after, though..."

There it was.

"You never gave me a chance to forgive you. To feel comfortable with you." Your voice didn't sound angry and that was so much worse. You just sounded sad. "It was like the very next day, nothing had ever happened, I... I felt like I was going crazy, because you acted like nothing was wrong. You just cuddled up to me like it was totally normal, like we were best friends, like you hadn't just-"

Your voice broke and Belphie sobbed. This wasn't right. Even with the curse this was all wrong.

You were supposed to be cruel. To be sadistic. To insult him, to call him every name under the sky, to tell him how much of a monster, how much of a demon he was.

You weren't supposed to cry.

"I'm sorry!" Belphie pleaded, trying to sit up but the gentle pressure of your hands kept him in place, trying to reach out but unsure if his touch would be welcomed.

"I tried so hard not to show it," you continued, ignoring his words. "I tried to keep calm. To let you hold me and not flinch away because it made you happy and it made Beel happy and I didn't want you to be mad-"

How long? Belphie's mind raced. Your shuddering form, your rushed out words. How long were you afraid? How many times were we together and I was happy and you were miserable?

How long were you scared of me for?

Belphie barely even remembered the curse. This felt too real, too honest, to be the result of some magic.

"I'm sorry..." Belphie trailed off as you did, tears on both your faces. Belphie was too afraid to try and brush yours away.

"Rest, Belphie." It was a weak command, but Belphie was in a weak state. Trying to fight against your order, working in tandem with his sin, was impossible. "You'll wake up when this is over."

The last thing Belphie heard was a hitch in your breath and footsteps echoing on tiles.

Lucifer

"It must be tiring."

You met Lucifer's eyes from where you sat - on a couch in the planetarium, Belphie's head on your lap, one hand stroking through his hair. It was a scene Lucifer had walked into many times before.

Belphie's tear-stained cheeks were wrong, though, as was your vacant expression. You didn't look quite cruel or vindictive.

You looked... empty.

That was what worried Lucifer. If there was any sort of liveliness in you at all, he could hope that you might be trying to fight off the curse.

But this...

"You've been overusing the pacts. That and whatever toll the curse is taking on you..."

Lucifer crouched down before you, brushing your hair back.

"Maybe Belphie had some effect on you, too."

"Are you going to drag me back to the dining hall, Lucifer?"

In your current state, you couldn't hope to command him. Lucifer could take you away right now - and he fully planned to.

“I want to talk to you first.” Your eyes met his. Old tear tracks marked your cheeks, bags visible under your eyes.

“We can talk after you’re rid of this curse. Solomon already has a few ideas.”

“I can’t order you.”

Lucifer nodded. His pride swelled in his chest. His strength allowed you to rely on him even when you weren’t fully yourself. The feeling was tainted though, by the damage already done.

Valago had brought up Halloween, the masks - how they’d frightened you, could’ve hurt you. Lucifer still regretted being unable to fight off the curse for your sake. You’d saved him and his brothers.

He would save you now.

“I can still order him, though.”

You tugged on Belphie’s hair, hard enough for him to whimper in his sleep. Your expression didn’t change - you still looked tired, bored almost.

Lucifer swallowed.

Lucifer could, if necessary, stop Belphegor from doing whatever you ordered him to.

But that didn’t mean Belphie wouldn’t get hurt. If Belphie fought, if Lucifer had to physically restrain him…

“I only have a few questions.”

Lucifer could only nod.

Lucifer was not naïve. He had seen you at your best and worst in the time you’d known each other. Your laughter. Your kindness. Your fierce determination to keep his brothers safe, even when it was from him.

Your frustration. Your annoyance. The times when you were unfair - when your love for them was momentarily blinded by your anger.

“Did you really love me?”

He had never thought of you as cruel.

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Just for something to do, he rested one hand on your knee. Moved his fingers in slow circles until the fabric rested smooth against your leg only to rumple it again and repeat. Lucifer did not normally fidget, not like some of his brothers, but this was not normal.

“Don’t dodge the question."

Another staring contest that ended with your grip tightening on Belphie and Lucifer's quiet resignation.

"It's not did. I do. I love you dearly. I have said it before and I will say it as many times as you desire. My feelings for you will not change."

Lucifer would say it, but saying it to this version of you felt wrong. Lucifer couldn't be sure if this was a true fear of yours or just something the curse caused you to question to hurt him.

He had to believe it was the latter. After all you'd been through, all he had said, Lucifer couldn't believe you didn't know.

"Then why don't you ever try?"

Lucifer knelt properly now - this conversation was going to take longer than he had hoped, and if he would kneel before anyone, it would be you - even this cursed, cruel creature that you had become.

"Explain."

You narrowed your eyes and Lucifer's body tensed, eyes flicking to Belphegor before he could stop himself - he hadn't had to hide himself in your presence for so long, it was hard to shake the habit of being open.

"If Solomon had never summoned me back to the Devildom... would we have ever seen each other again?"

"Of course." Lucifer answered on instinct. He couldn't imagine a world where he never saw you again. Where he let you go. Where his brothers let you go. But almost as soon as he said it, he second-guessed himself.

Lucifer would've wanted to. Even the time you had spent in the human world before Solomon had returned you was too long - Lucifer's patience was running thin, his self-control reaching his limits.

But there was one major obstacle to Lucifer actually going and finding you.

"Diavolo wouldn't have allowed it, right?"

Diavolo, of course, wouldn't have. Regardless of his personal feelings, Diavolo had to consider the peace between the realms - and kidnapping a human wouldn't work to that. Even if you said you allowed it, the Celestial Realm would have their doubts...

"How much have I done for you and your brothers, Lucifer?"

Lucifer couldn't begin to measure your impact. The way you'd helped his brothers become more confident, become happier. The way you'd healed cracks in their relationships that had existed centuries before your birth.

The way that you had reminded Lucifer that he needed to show his brothers he loved them, not just try and protect them.

"You didn't fight for me."

Lucifer said your name in a whisper.

"And you'll always be his pet before you are my love."

Lucifer bit back his temper. It wasn't you.

It wasn't you.

It couldn't be you. These couldn't be your words, set free by the curse - this couldn't be your true opinion, normally hidden behind your kind smile or your surface-level teasing.

Because if it was, Lucifer couldn't handle it.

"Or…”

There is a look in your eyes, a manic glee that reinvigorated you, made you look both more and less like the person Lucifer loved.

“Are you still following the rules of your father?”

Something cracked and Belphie stirred.

The arm of the couch -the wood hidden beneath the fabric - was splintered between his fingers. Lucifer slowly released his grip.

“I want you to know,” Lucifer said slowly, carefully, holding tight to his control, “I will not hold this against you. I cannot imagine what pain you are experiencing right now. What the curse is doing to you. My love for you is stronger than this.”

Your gaze flickered - or was that a trick of the light?

“Give me one thing, Lucifer. You owe me that.”

Lucifer bit back whatever he was about to say, mindful of Belphie still resting fitfully in your lap.

“Give me five minutes alone with Mammon.”

With his guard lowered and the curse lending you its power, the pact slipped through Lucifer’s defences.

“Five minutes,” he repeated. You could not physically hurt Mammon. And even with his guard lowered, Lucifer could not be ordered to harm his brother.

But Mammon had always been sensitive when it came to you.

Lucifer, in a moment of weakness, rested his head on your knee and tried not to think about the damage that had been done to his family - all seven of them - tonight.

Mammon

Mammon called your name, called Lucifer's name, ran through the house - a growing suspicion egging him on, fuelling his steps.

Mammon wasn’t an idiot.

Okay, he sort of was. Sometimes. On some things. He sucked at expressing his feelings, at Devildom History, and at planning out all the essays he had to write for RAD.

And he got himself into trouble constantly.

Mammon was okay with that. He had his strengths and he had his flaws and he had you, who accepted him for both.

He rounded a corner into the music room and saw you, Lucifer, and Belphie in the planetarium.

You looked up and smiled and for a moment Mammon thought, really thought, that Lucifer had broken the curse - that his big brother had fixed everything.

That hope faded when he met your eyes, the smoke filling them.

Lucifer paled and wordlessly picked up Belphie from your lap - their little brother barely stirred, but one hand clung to Lucifer’s chest in sleep.

Lucifer walked briskly past him, head lowered. Mammon turned to follow after him, torn between his brother’s strange behaviour and you.

“I’m sorry. I’ll come for you in five minutes. It’s not them.”

“Lucifer!”

His brother strained to pause his steps.

“Satan’s in the library.”

Lucifer nodded, and Mammon’s brother disappeared around the corner.

He didn’t hear you walk up behind him. Jumped when you held his hand.

“Come with me.”

The pact wasn’t in effect but Mammon didn’t even think about resisting.

As he walked behind you, Mammon tried to confirm his fears - looked for a mark on you, something that shouldn’t be there, something that would tell him he was right and this was all his-

Valago knew about the Halloween masks. He had too much power for the level of demon he was. His movements were uncontrolled, janky, like he wasn’t acting of his own free will.

And Satan - Satan had told him, told him what you’d said. That the curse was looking to be satisfied. That there might be a target.

Mammon counted down the seconds. Two minutes passed in the time it took you to guide him to his own room, settle down on his couch, and meet his eyes.

Three minutes left. He could do this.

“I finally have you to myself, Mammon.”

“Shouldn’t I be saying that?” Mammon tried to joke back. Tried to keep calm. This curse wasn’t gonna… it wasn’t gonna physically hurt you, even if it drained your energy. And Mammon could handle whatever it was you dished out to him. And then five minutes would be up and Lucifer would find you and they would fix this.

“Why do you look so worried, Mammon?” You leaned against him. The smoke made his eyes water but your warmth was more important and he couldn’t help but pull you closer. Brushing his hands against your shoulders, pulling fabric gently to the side, trying to find what he was afraid would be there.

"Listen, MC," Mammon rested his forehead against yours, meeting your eyes. Mammon knew you - for better or for worse, you two had been thrown together and aside from your time in the human world, rarely split apart. He hated that it was so hard for him to read you now.

"We're gonna fix this, alright? I'm yer- I'm your first man." The words felt a little hollow. The promise too fragile.

But it was one Mammon had to keep.

"My first man."

Your voice sounded gentle, your expression softened - and Mammon knew that look. Had seen it when you pushed an extra serving over to Beel, when you simply watched Satan instead of listening to him read, the look he sometimes glimpsed if he turned towards you fast enough on movie nights.

Mammon was stupid, because he hoped.

"You haven't exactly lived up to that title."

His brothers called him a masochist, but Mammon would never ask for this pain.

"Lucifer saved me from Leviathan and Satan." Before Levi wanted all of your time, before Satan looked at you with gentleness.

"Diavolo and Solomon saved me from Lucifer." You put yourself between Lucifer and the kid and his baby brother without thinking about it.

"No one saved me from Belphie."

Fingers sticky with blood, the way your bones shifted as he held you closer, your eyes closing and you felt cold cold cold cold cold-

Lucifer walking by him in the music room. It's not them.

Mammon swallowed thickly.

"MC, I... I know I messed up before. You've always been good to me." Always been kind to him. Always been patient with him. Always let him hide behind you or take comfort in you.

"You gotta give me a chance to return the favour."

You looked at him and he saw doubt which cut deeper than any words could've. You teased him. You joked with him. But you believed in him and Mammon needed that, needed someone who helped him study instead of mocking his efforts, needed someone who stayed up with him while he thought up ideas for a collaboration with Majolish, needed someone to pick him up when he fell without him owing you more than a dessert at Madame Scream's.

Mammon needed you.

"You gotta believe me-"

"Believe you? You can't even be honest with your feelings."

And that frustration - that heated anger under the cold malice - felt real and Mammon's heart clenched. Maybe you were pissed at him but at least it was you.

"I'll be as honest as you want." Without even thinking, contact between you far too natural, Mammon tugged you closer, one sleeve slipping down your shoulder. "I'll tell ya I love you every hour. Every day. Just come with me and let Solomon and Lucifer fix this."

"It's weird, Mammon," you whispered and Mammon held your arms tighter, pulled you closer. "The curse wasn't like this with the others."

Your neckline slipped down further, a black mark on your chest.

"It wants you."

A witch's mark. One that Mammon knew all too well.

The witch’s note in the mask box. Pay back double what you owe, or I'll treat you to an even nastier surprise.

Valago knew about the masks. A demon like that couldn't cast a curse that would cause any trouble for Lucifer or Solomon - but a powerful enough witch could lend their power.

This was Mammon's fault.

Mammon could see it - the curse and the use of the pacts taking its toll on your body. Your skin had lost some of its shine, your body swaying lightly in his grasp. Your breathing was shallow and it was all his fault.

The realisation finally made tears spill from his eyes.

The curse had been fulfilled, you had hurt him, and now it had no more use for you.

Mammon caught you as you collapsed. The black smoke hid your features, but he was sure he glimpsed an expression of pure pain.

The witch was right. This was worse.

Twenty minutes to midnight.

Lucifer didn't even get halfway up the stairs before Mammon returned to the waiting guests, holding you in his arms. Your head rested against his shoulder. Parts of your hair were wet with his tears.

Lucifer didn't ask. He wanted to. He wanted to know what his brother had been through, he wanted to know what words had spilled from your mouth, he wanted to make a plan on how to mend the damage that had been done tonight.

But Mammon shook his head and merely handed over your limp body.

Lucifer held you tightly and turned to Solomon.

They could break the curse.

Lucifer just hoped it hadn't broken you and his brothers first.

>>Part 2<<

#obey me angst #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me Satan #can you tell who my favourite little demon is #obey me headcanons #my writing

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Sibling Rivalry

This Part 2 of You have brothers? an Self-indulging fic.

Summary: The seven brothers was given the task to welcome Tia's brothers. Little did they expect that they aren't to keen to be send to hell or meeting the demons who took their sister.

Warning: Someone pulling out a knife and gun, Chocking, Death threats, Holy water works on demons, Mention/implied sexual content, and A lot of Swearing

"Wh-Where am I!" She trembles and stutters, as she looks around the room. and see several men looking at her "I-I was just walking to my next class... and-and..." The young lady started to tear up.

"Welcome to Devildom, Tia." Diavolo, who sat as the chief judge, spoke.

Her eyes widened when she heard the word devil. As Diavolo spoke she looked around and sensed the demonic around her. Then she thought to herself that she might jump to conclusion again. And might misheard.

When suddenly she heard Diavolo mention about demons, "Ex-Excuse me. Can you repeat what you just said..."

"Of course, I am the ruler of all demons, and all here know me. And someday soon, I will be crowned King of devildom"

"Demons! No, don't tell me I died and end up in hell! But I haven't done anything that-that-" She begins to panic, tears fall from her eyes.

As the man in a red uniform tries to come to the girl.

Lucifer sighs while pinching the bridge of his nose. As Asmo giggly beside him. "She is adorable, I can smell the innocents coming off of her." He licks his lips. "I can wait to eat her up"

"Does she have a snack on her?" Beel's stomach begins to growl.

"Will you two behave?" Lucifer glared at Asmo and Beel.

"It seems that we have ourselves a Catholic." Satan spoke as he closed his book "Do warn her about you and me, Lucifer. I don't want another mistaken identity incident"

"Yes, of course. I don't want you to end up killing another human because they think that you and I are one demon" Lucifer said sarcastically with a smirk on his face, which earned a growl from Satan.

Then Lucifer got up from his seat and began to walk over to Diavolo and the human with Diavolo managed to calm the young lady.

"When-when can I go home?" she spoke as she sniffled and wiped the tears, then she saw shadow approaching her. She looks up to see Lucifer.

"I will explain everything to you"

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Lucifer reminisces the first day he and Tia met, how she was so scared. The way she trembles at the mention that she was technically in hell.

He would be lying, that whole encounter didn't bring enjoyment. Seeing a human scared and confused about what is going on, does bring him such joy within him.

So now Lucifer imagined how her brothers would react, as he sat in the same place but now with all of his brothers in the council room.

While Simeon, Solomon and Luke distract Tia. Diavolo wanted to surprise her by bringing her brothers here in devildom.

While he prepared the preparation in the castle, with Barbatos. Leaving Lucifer and the brothers to welcome Tia's brothers.

"You bet that their handsome? If Tia is cute and adorable, then her brothers must be handsome" Asmo purrs in exactement. "Lucifer you said that we're share bedroom while they stay here"

"What! nobody told me that I have to share my room with a normie!" Levi sat up straight, looking over to Lucifer.

"How many brothers does Tia have?" Beel asks while munching on an energy bar.

"She has four, she is the youngest with a three year gap" Lucifer answered.

"Oh~ Older brothers?" Asmo claps his hands together.

"So... Who's rooms are they staying in-" Suddenly a portal appears above and the sound of two male screaming is caught, all of them look up to see four men falling out of the portal and landing on the floor.

Both Lucifer and Satan's eyes widen when they spot one of them wearing priest garb.

While Mammon and Levi saw one of them hugging a shotgun.

At this point, they all know that this isn't going to go the same way when Tia arrives.

"Ugh... Why did I sink into the floor?" The man with black hair with blue patches mixes in groans while rubbing his head.

"Oscar, are you okay?" The man with the blue hair spoke as he got up back on his feet.

"Yeah, I was just saying goodbye to father Marc when I felt something dragging-"

"To Hell" the first man got up and dusted himself off then turned towards the blue hair man, "and also I'm fine Luis. Thanks for asking." He said it sarcastically.

"No Fucking way! Don't tell me that Diavolo just teleports us just like that!" The man with black hair with the shotgun jumped up and landed on his feet, then fixed the gun on his body with its sling on his shoulder and on his back.

Then the blue-haired man named Luis looks around and lands his sight on the seven brothers seated in their thrones. "Vin, Oscar" The two men, the one with the gun and the priest, turn their heads towards Luis, and he points with his lips at the brothers.

"SHIT!" Vin quickly drew the gun out and pointed at Satan. "Don't Fucking move if you know what's good for ya!" He cock the shotgun.

"Vin pick that damn thing away!" Lucifer and Satan are surprised to hear a priest cursing. Vin huffs and pouts then puts the gun away then looks over to the brothers his eyes narrow with a hand under his chin as Oscar sighs and turns his back to the brothers. "Sorry for my brother here. I mean his reaction is understandable. Just pointing a gun to people is a bit much-"

"Which one of you fucked me baby sister!" Vin cuts Oscar off, saying it nonchalantly, making Mammon and Levi gasp.

"VINCENT!!!!" All three of the men in the middle of the yell. With one of them.

"What!?! You're all thinking about it! And besides, if one of them is the prince of lust, a topic like this isn't-Guh!" Carlos quickly wrapped his hands around Vin's neck and proceeded to strangle him.

"Keep your filthy mouth shut!" Carlos said it through his teeth.

"G'ah! Carlos, get off!" As Vin pry Carlos off of him.

Both Luis and Oscar stare at the brothers, with the form finally spoken. "So which one of you is the demon who sent the letter?"

"You mean Lord Diavolo?" Beel asks, as he looks at Luis.

Before Luis can say anything, Asmo jumps out of his seat and immediately wraps his arms around Luis.

"Ah! you're simply gorgeous! Why hasn't Tia mentioned you- AHH!" like Lightning, Luis got out of Asmo's hug and quickly went behind him putting him on a chokehold.

"Oscar, the rosary!" The man in question pulls out of his sleeve and tosses it to Luis, he catches it and quickly wraps it around Asmo's neck tight, but not enough to choke him. Asmo yelped when he felt his neck slowly heating up.

Mammon, Levi, Satan and Beel immediately jump out of their seats and charge towards the two, only to be stopped when Vin and Carlos block their way with Vin pulling out his shotgun and Carlos with a pistol that he had on hand. The two point the gun towards the charging demons. "Nah-ah! come any closer and I'll make sure to blast you fucking heads clean off!"

"ENOUGH!" Lucifer stood and cast a spell to pull both guns towards him before making them disappear right in front of the two men.

"HEY! Asshole, cheap shot using your demonic powers!" Vin yells at Lucifer with his fist in the air, making angry gestures.

"Oi! he ain't the one how pull out a gun and threaten to shot our fucking brains out" Mammon interjects.

"Why you-"

"Vin that's enough" All of them didn't notice Oscar had made a circle of salt for them, with Asmo still being subdued by the rosary by Luis. "Luis it's okay let go of the pervert."

"Excuse ME! Who are you calling a Pervert!" Luis tosses Asmo forward through the open gap of the circle. Beel and Levi caught Asmo.

Then Oscar finishes the circle of salt, enclosing him and his brothers. Making a wall between them and the seven demons.

Luis composed himself and pulled the nearest chair to him and sat wide spread his elbows on his knees, while he rested his chin on his intertwined fingers with a stoic look on his face.

Oscar stood near the edge of the circle with his hands behind his back. Vin pulls a knife from the scabbard on his waist, then flop on his ass, lean back on one arm, while the other with the knife rests on his knee. And Carlos leans on the back of the chair that Luis is seated facing completely away from the brothers with his arms crossed.

Luis, Oscar, and Vin stare down Lucifer who joins his brothers down on the ground, Mammon, Satan, and Belphie.

Levi, Asmo and Beel, darted their eyes between the two groups, as awkward silence filled the room.

Then Luis breathed in then breathed out "Now that we got a moment to calm ourselves, I want to keep some ground rules. First, don't ever fucking "Hug" me. Got it Strawberry!" He glares at Asmo, who just hiss at him. "Second, No magic or weapons"

"Luis!"

"I said NO Weapons, now put yours away Vin" Vin grants before returning his knife to the scabbard. "Okay, now I'll be saying this once. My brothers and I will be taking Tia back home to the surface-"

"Oi who said that you're taking my human!"

"EXCUSE ME! The fuck you call me sister, Loud ASS" Vin pushes him self on the floor and march over to the edge "MY SISTER IS NOT YOUR HUMAN"

"She is my human! After all we have a pact"

"A pact you say..." Oscar walks over close to the edge and look Mammon in the eye. "May I ask who you might be?" He asks calmly with a smile on his face, with Satan staring at Oscar and knowing his smile is fake.

Mammon smirks as he puffs his chest and places a hand on it proudly.

"Is The Great Mammon! The avatar of Greed-"

"That's good enough for me" Oscar quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle, pop the cap and splash Mammon with some sort of water in his hand and chest.

"G'AAAAAHHH It burns!!!!!" Mammon quickly stumble back, as Oscar start laughing gleefully

"Well good because there's that where it come from!" He tosses the bottle to Vin who catches it and readying himself to splash the rest of them. While Oscar reaches out and grabs his garb opening up to reveal his bare chest with three crucifixes, a dagger, rosary and pistol strap on him. "This isn't my first time dealing with a demon. But facing one of the princes of hell? If it means to save my baby sister from damnation. I'll gladly exorcise you demons from her '' He grabs one of the crucifixes from his body, pulling it apart to reveal a hidden dagger.

"Oh boy~ This is going to be exciting. I like when you lose control like this Oscar." Vin laughs as he pulls out his knife.

"Lucifer! This is insane!" Levi turns to the eldest with a panicked look on his face.

"Ah? So you must be Satanas himself" Luis looks at Lucifer, with a stir look on his face. Satan's eyes widen then his face shifted into a rage fuel one

"DO YOU FUCKING CALL LUCIFER BY MY NAME!" Satan shifts into his demon form as he growls and ready to pounce on them; he doesn't care if he gets hurt by the salt circle. He's going to rip that human apart.

"Hm? Aren't Lucifer and Satan the same demon?"

"THAT'S IT YOUR DEAD!" Satan was about to pounce when Lucifer and Belphie stopped him.

"Satan no! You can't kill his Tia's brother" Belphie tried to talk Satan down and failed at it.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE-" The door open. all of them look over to the door.

"What's going- It-It can't be" Tia drops her hand from the door knob and slowly walks in with Luke, Simeon and Solomon behind her with a mixture of stunned, surprise and confusion as to what they are walking into. While Tia starts to get teary eyes. She must be hallucinating, she can't be seeing her brothers here in Devildom. And yet one of them calls out to her.

"Bubwit..." Vin drops his knife before running toward Tia.

"KUYA VINNY!!!" She ran with her arms wide. Then once she got close to Vin, she leaped and he caught her in his arms and wrapped them around her hugging her tightly "This can't be happening! You're here!"

"Yeah I'm here and so as- Shit!" Vin just realized that he was outside of the circle. Before she can say anything, Vin quickly picks her up. Carry her, run back to the circle. "There we're safe here in the circle." He placed her on Luis's lap.

"Safe?" She tilted her head in confusion. She look around her surrounding and see Oscar without his garb up "Wait Oscar why do you look like that you are about to kill someone?"

"I am! I'm going to kill the demon that has a pact with you!" Oscar points the crucifix dagger at Mammon, who growls in return.

"What! No!" She jumped off Luis' lap and made a dash to Mammon, using herself to get between her brother and Mammon. "Please do kill him, he might be a pain in the butt-"

"HEY!"

"But he isn't going to take my soul." Luis raises his brow to what she said, with Carlos shocked, and Oscar dumbfounded.

"Bubwit! Its a "DEMONIC PACT" not a small subscription of the fucking WIFI! Your soul belongs to him!" Simeon quickly took Luke out of the room with Solomon observing the whole thing.

"You are mistaken, she belongs to me" Lucifer places his glove hand on her shoulder and pulls her closer to him. "She might have a pact with my brothers and I. But she agreed to be mine."

"YOU DID WHAT!"

Tia pouts, and takes Lucifer's hand off of her. "He's joking... for the most part." She steps away from Lucifer and walks over to her brothers "Kuyas, Meet the seven lords of Devildom" she gestures to the seven brothers, with most of their faces stoic, scowl, and fuming. Beel blissfully waves at her brothers. Then she turns around to face the seven demons "And guys, meet my brothers" She didn't see Vin flipping them off, with Oscar making a slicing motion with the dagger on his neck, Carlos looking at them with a judgmental look, and Luis still have a stoic expression on his face.

At that moment, Diavolo and Barbatos walk in the room. And stop to see the scene right in front of them.

"Well, we miss quiet a welcome"

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Translation for some Tagalog/Filipino words

Kuya = Brother

Bubwit = Mouse

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me oc mc #obey me lucifer x oc!mc #obey me self indulge fic

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years

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can you do the " please me " prompt for the side characters ?

Ohh sure! Looks like we may have to change the storyline a little to make this one make sense but I have just the right idea!

"Please Me"

Dateables x F! MC version

<- Brothers

"Well that sounds... incredibly fun." Diavolo tried to disguise his evident excitement. "Who knew taking orders could be as interesting as that."

"Indeed, I wouldn't mind being at the receiving end of such demands." Barbatos smiled his signature smile.

"If only angels and humans could make such a pact too." Simeon sighed.

"Well what if I told you, you could?" Solomon smirked, holding up a vial with a dark red liquid. "MC and I were experimenting on it, because I wanted a pact between the two of us."

"What does it do exactly?" Simeon turned the vial delicately, looking at the shimmery fluid dance. A subtle temptation washed over him.

"A temporary pact. It lasts for about a day." Solomon explains. "The first to drink it becomes the master, the next becomes the pet."

"Solomon that's splendid..." Barbatos's eyes widened in wonder. "I don't suppose there are any long-term side effects?"

"I can certainly tell you there are no detrimental side-effects. MC and I have been using this for a while." He assured. Hearing that flared up the tempers and desires of the other three.

"Barabtos, we should invite MC to the castle. Soon." Diavolo cleared his throat. Simeon went a step further. "I believe I've already invited MC over to Purgatory Hall, I should get going."

The red vial greets you when you go visit any of them. You smile and shake your head, trying not to laugh at how desperate they looked as they asked you to drink first. And how eagerly they finsined the second drink.

"I guess I can get straight to the point since you know how it works?" You cup his face and pull him close. "Now, go ahead. Please me."

Simeon

He merely smiles at you before devouring your mouth with his. He's wanted to do this for a while and you can feel it as his tongue desperately laps at your parted lips.

"MC..."

He whispers your name like a prayer, his smooth locks brushed your jaw as he moved to your cheeks and neck. You slip out of your clothes to give him more access.

"Simeon, that tickles..."

He sees the glistening skin of your bosom, that playful smile on your lips. He's going crazy. He's torn between just staring and risking his fall by making you his.

"Does this feel good?" He asks as he buries his head in your soft chest, slowly enclosing his lips around your sensitive nub.

You nod and whimper as his hands crawl up your thighs. But he's certain he's the one being pleased, being allowed to touch you like this.

🥀

Solomon

"I'm the most generous teacher aren't I, MC?" He says. Your naked bodies entangle under his bed sheets.

"Who else gives into all of their apprentice's whims and desires?"

You feel his magic manifest, glowing ropes tie your wrists above your head as he dips his head to kiss lines down your stomach. You arch your back as he bites down at your waist.

At this point, he knows your body even better than you.

"S-solomon." You moan his name and he knows you're ready for him. The ropes grow tighter as he positions himself.

"It's like you were made for me. As I was for you."

He kisses your eyes closed as he slides his length in easily. Your body remembers his shape, molds to it. You wonder if it's magic.

🥀

Diavolo

He looks so delighted to be between your legs, gripping your thighs and pressing tender kisses onto them. How can someone like him possibly be a demon?

"What would you like me to do, MC? I'll do anything. Anything at all."

So eager to please. So easy to tease.

"Take these off. They are in the way." You caress his coat and shirt. He takes it off without hesitation, almost popping a few buttons in the process.

And now he stands in all his glory, his dark skin so lovely, soft and warm against your fingers. You run your fingers over his pecs, squezing and lapping at them. You feel him hiss under his breath. You can see his arousal trying to break out of his pants.

"Wasn't I supposed to pleasure you, MC? And yet you-" He stops mid way as you make him kneel and throw your legs over his shoulders. And after that, he doesn't stop until you're a crying and sloppy mess.

🥀

Barbatos

"I can't believe I finally have the honor to serve you, MC." He bows as you pop bubbles in the bath, staring at him mischievously. Glimpses of your bare skin through the foam are enough to drive him wild.

"You're too overdressed for a bath." You splash water at him, drenching him whole. "Come help me here."

"As my master wishes."

He chuckles as he strips. Oh he can't wait to please you. He'll make sure you'll need to be tended to for the next three days. He can finally indulge in all the greed he hides away so diligently.

"Hush, MC. You're being too loud." You realised your mistake when he had to clamp your mouth shut. You cry out from overstimulation. "Now open up your legs a little more won't you? I'm afraid I haven't completely cleaned it yet."

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me imagine #obey me ask #obey me sub reader

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beelzegrub · 3 years

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can I request what would happen if we summon them while we're on human realm bc we missed them so much but lose so much blood in the process I don't really know I'm a sucker for these kind of things. thank youu!!

EDIT FROM FUTURE OP: This ask has been sitting in my drafts for months half finished and I finally found the motivation to finish. Anon, I’m so sorry for the wait. You’re a sweetheart ❤️ I was only able to do the three eldest though and I’m so sorry!!

Um hello??? I love this so much thank you!!! I thought it was kind of silly to go through all of that at the end of season 2 to just.... not use it so I’m excited about this!!!! (Sorry if this is too angsty my brain got super pumped about this and took off.

PS the request said “we” so I used a reader insert type of style. Hope that’s what you were looking for :)

MC Summons Their Demon, but at What cost?

Trigger warning!!!! Self harm/blood

How long had it been since you’d seen the him? Weeks? Months? Who knows. They all blended together after while. All you knew is that it had been too long. Why was this all so tedious? Solomon had promised to teach you the summoning ritual as soon as you could handle it. Why hadn’t he done so? Did he not trust you? Was he purposely keeping you away from the them? Surely you were strong enough at this point. Enough with the waiting. You wouldn’t sit around and any longer! You needed to see them. You needed to see him.

You flipped messily through book after book. Solomon had given you many to study for your apprenticeship. There had to be something about summoning in one of these!

“Hmm..”

You carefully read through the worn pages of one of the larger and dustier tomes. Something about this one called to you. You zoned out as you took in the information on the pages, following context clues until you found what you were looking for. The images drawn on the page seemed foreign and surprised you. A summoning circle? You had expected as much, but the repeated mentions of ‘sacrifice’ and ‘blood oath’ seemed ancient and outdated. You couldn’t help but notice there was no mention of sentimental possessions of the demon you were trying to summon as well. You were sure none of the brothers would suggest a summoning if it were dangerous though...

Out of options and out of patience, you gathered your courage and set up the ritual to the best of your ability. Things seemed to match the books instructions, at least. All that was left was the blood. You stepped into the middle of the circle and closed brought a sewing needle to the top of your finger. The book hadn’t specified the amount of blood needed, but it was better to start small, you reasoned. You closed your eyes and pricked it, quickly squeezing a single drop of blood into the center of the circle, and said the name of the person you had been desperate to see.

Lucifer

The day of the summoning, Lucifer had felt this nagging sense of danger from the moment he opened his eyes. He was so sure it was one of his brothers about to cause trouble for him once again.

Lucifer spent the day preparing for the worst. Had Mammon stolen something of vast importance? Did Levi buy another piece of cursed media? Surely Beel hadn’t eaten a poisonous dish??

That evening, tired from being on edge all day, he had retired to his study, hoping some music would help calm his nerves. He settled into his chair and closed his eyes.

Then came the pull.

It had been ages since he had felt a sensation like this. When was the last time someone had tried to summon him? Hundreds of years ago, it had to be. And it never felt as strong as this force pulling him now.

There had once been a cult of devil worshipers who sacrificed many of their members for a chance to pull him to the human world, quite surprised to find out their sacrifices had been in vain, considering Lucifer wasn’t interested in a bunch of worthless humans. But even then the tug hadn’t been this strong. Sure, he could still resist it, but the strength of it still left him awestruck. Who had the power to call to him like this?

“Lucifer!”

His blood ran cold. Immediately, he stopped resisting the call and gave in, allowing the summoning to take place.

You had done it. Lucifer was here! The strongest and most fearsome of the seven, and you had Summoned him to you. Your heart swelled when you though of how impressed he’d be when he found out you had done it all on your own. Would he praise you? Would he tease you? Would he tilt his head and smirk, then ask you if you had really missed him that much?

You smiled softly, looking up at him. The look on his face wasn’t one of pride. His eyebrows had furrowed and a frown creased deep into his face. Was he angry at you? No... you had seen his anger many times. This wasn’t it.

“MC....what have you done?”

He cradled you softly in his arms. Wait. When had he picked you up? You looked at your surroundings, the fear in the pit of your stomach ever growing. Where had all this blood come from? You had only pricked your finger! Lucifer’s hand touched your cheek, pulling your face back to him.

“Don’t look.”

You had no choice but to obey. You simply didn’t have the strength to move anymore.

“I’ve called for help, it’ll be just a moment, MC. Just keep your eyes on me.”

Lucifer’s voice was soft and soothing, and you felt your tired body relax into his hold.

“I did it... I brought you here... I did it...” you closed your eyes, a smile on your lips.

“MC, keep your eyes open. Look at me. MC! MC!”

Mammon

That day had started out much the same as always. Mammon, still sore from last nights punishment, groaned as he slumped into his desk at RAD. He rested his head in his arms against the desk, and glanced at the seat that used to belong to you. Obviously, you weren’t there, but it didn’t hurt to check....

“MC is still in the human world, Mammon.”

Mammon jumped and sat up straight in his seat, his cheeks red from being caught.

“I know that Belphie! I was just-just uh zonin’ out! MC’s old seat just happened to be in the same direction!” He stuttered out an excuse.

“Just call them, Mammon. I’m sure MC would be happy to hear your voice.” Oh great, now Beel’s getting involved too. He knew his brothers meant no harm, but all this talk about MC was getting him riled up!

“Fine! I will! I’ll call MC tonight! and you two AREN’T invited!” Mammon laid his head down once again, this time hiding his face, not wanting his blush to show a second time. Tonight he’d finally hear MC’s voice again. And he could blame Beel and Belphie for the call!

Come dinner time, Mammon had just about run out of patience. His head kept telling him to wait just a bit longer, but something in his heart was yelling for him to quit dragging his feet.

“I’m going to my room and NOBODY better interrupt me, ya hear?!” Mammon stumbled to his feet and started marching to his room, six pairs of eyes staring at him questioningly. He only made it a few steps when he felt it. A tug. He closed his eyes and swayed on his feet, dizzy from the force of it. This was a summoning, wasn’t it? He had felt it plenty of times from those damn witches, but something about this was different. He turned around to look his brothers again, a look of confusion on his face.

“I...think I’m bein’ summoned.”

Levi snorted and crossed his arms. “I’m sure you’re guilty of something. Better just get it over with.”

The rest of the brothers mumbled in agreement.

Except Lucifer.

Lucifer quickly pushed out his chair and hurried to Mammon. Something was wrong. A simple summoning wouldn’t have this effect on a demon of Mammon’s stature.

The pull came once again, stronger this time. Mammon winced and held his hand to his aching head. Lucifer’s hand came down to rest on his shoulder

“I don’t know how long I can resist this. Somethin’ isn’t right. Lucifer, what’s happening to me?” He looked to his brother for help, and found the rest of them had gathered around as well, a look of concern on all of their faces.

“Someone call for Diavolo and Barbatos. Mammon, hold on just a few more moments.” Lucifer commanded.

Mammon would have agreed, if not for the voice that rang out clearly in his head, calling his name.

“Mammon!”

Mammon’s eyes snapped open and stopped resisting the pull, hearing the shouts from his brothers disappear as he followed the call.

“Mammon! Mammon! Mammon Mammon Mammon! Please!” You couldn’t keep this up for much longer, you knew it. You had fallen to your knees moments after the initial call. You could feel every drop of blood flowing out of the pin prick on your finger, but you didn’t dare give up. You had come this far, and you wouldn’t give up now. Not until you had to.

But you didn’t have to. A flash of light blinded you momentarily, and when you could see again, there he was. Standing there was the Mammon. Relief flushed through your entire body, and you stopped pouring your magic into the spell. Utterly exhausted, your body came crashing forward, landing in front of his feet.

Mammon quickly slid to his knees on the ground, picking you up off the floor and resting your head in his lap.

“You....Are you okay, MC?” Mammon tried to keep his voice even and steady, not wanting to scare you, but his hands that held too tightly and his body that quivered gave him away.

“I am now.” You answered quietly, unsure if it was true. At least Mammon was here and holding you in his arms. Things would be okay as long as he was with you.

“You...You idiot! Stupid! What the heck were ya thinkin’!? Can’t you see how much blood you’ve lost? This isn’t how you’re supposed to be summoning us! I’m gonna kill that damn sorcerer!” Mammon felt his blood boil with each second that passed. How Could Solomon have allowed this?

You softly squeezed his hand, not having the energy to yell for his attention. Immediately, he stopped, looking at you questioningly.

“Solomon didn’t teach me this. He wouldn’t. But.... I just couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to see you.” You answered.

He frowned deeply, more troubled with this answer. You had done all this just to see him? He felt a lump in his throat form. “I would have come to you. You didn’t have to do this.” He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes to stop any tears from escaping.

You cupped his cheek, returning the affection he so rarely showed. “S’okay. All that matters is you’re here now. I just...need....to rest....a little...” Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling at peace and calm in your love’s arms.

Panic. Once again, Mammon’s eyes snapped open. He placed his hand over yours, trying to gently coax you into opening your eyes once more.

“Not yet, you can’t yet, MC. We have to wait for help to come. Come on, wake up.” He knew his brothers would come. Someone would come. They wouldn’t let this happen to you. He wouldn’t let this happen to you. “MC!” When gentle touches didn’t work, he got rougher, shaking you and yelling, desperate to see your eyes open.

“Enough playin’ around MC! Wake up! WAKE UP, DAMMIT! Wake... Wake up...You have to..... Wake up....”

Leviathan

To say that Levi was missing his MC was like saying humans like air. Is it true? Yeah, but kind of an understatement. Humans needed air to live and breathe, and in his eyes, you were air. It’s no secret that Levi wasn’t exactly popular. One might even say it was well known that he was a dorky loner demon, if they were feeling particularly sassy. Being a loner has it’s advantages, like having more time for gaming and anime binging, but it sure is, well, a lonely once you’ve had someone to share your passions with. And once that someone is gone, their absence weighs heavy.

So yes, Levi was missing MC. So what? Everyone was missing MC. Why wouldn’t they? His MC was a ray of sunshine in a world of darkness. Ugh. That line sounder way cooler when the hero in his latest otome had said it. Of course his thoughts couldn’t sound that cool. But that’s not the point! Levi figured he had no right to complain about MC being gone, because he was just a gross, annoying, worthless otaku. He didn’t deserve to miss them. He was lucky he got to spend as much time with them as he did, really.

But nobody could blame him for thinking these thoughts, right? Thinking about how much he missed the way MC would cram themselves as close to him as possible to get a look at whatever mobile game he was playing was harmless. So was remembering all the nights they’d spent binging anime and then realizing the sun was up, smiling sheepishly at each other and promising not to stay up so late next time, even though they always did. Okay, so maybe thinking about the way they looked when they were fresh out of his shower, smelling of his soap and shampoo was less than innocent, but what was he supposed to do!? Leaning your damp head on his shoulder and curling up close to him like that! Doing things like that is bad for an otaku’s heart! You might give them hope or something...

Enough was enough! He didn’t have time to be obsessing over how much he missed MC. It was taking time away from his one and only true love. “Ruri-Chan, you’d never abandon me right? No, I know you wouldn’t. You’re not like that.” Levi began speaking to his latest figure. “Not to say MC IS like that! No, of course their not! They didn’t have a choice!” He stuttered out a quick fix to his hurtful words. He was glad they weren’t around to hear, but it still felt wrong to say. He was quiet for a minute, staring at his floor in shame. Slowly, he lifted his eyes back to the figure. “Do you think they miss me like I miss them?”

And then he felt it. It had been so long, but he knew this feeling.This was a summoning, wasn’t it?! Based on the intense tug he felt, it had to be a super powerful sorcerer or maybe a group of basic magic users? Honestly, he was flattered. Someone wanted to summon HIM? No, They must have made a mistake. Surely this summon was meant for one of his brothers.

Leviathan was so lost in his own self pity he missed the first two calls of his name. The third one, sounding so desperate and pleading, snapped him out of his funk in an instant. He knew that voice. Without hesitation he let the summon take him, and there he was. He was finally reunited with MC.

But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. When he finally saw them again, he was supposed to feel elated and whole again, not like a piece of his heart was ripped right out of his chest. But when he locked eyes with them, surrounded by blood and their eyes looking glassy, that’s exactly what he felt.

“MC! Oh no. Oh no.”

Levi. He was here. He had to be. You heard his voice and felt his presence, felt his arms circle around you and cradle you tightly against his chest. But why couldn’t you see him? And why did you feel so… empty?

“Levi? That’s you isn’t it? Why is it so dark?” Had the candles all gone out? No, even before you lit them, you remember it hadn’t been this dark. Something was wrong.

Levi inhaled shakily, holding back the sobs he desperately wanted to release. “MC, what are you talking about? I’m right here! Can’t you see me?”

Like a bolt of lighting, the realization hit you. It wasn’t dark. The candles hadn’t gone out. It was your eyes.

“No, Levi. I can’t. I can’t see you. I can’t see anything.” You shakily reach your hand up, frantically feeling around for your love’s face. Leviathan’s usual timid nature word have normally had him reeling away, but in this moment, he had no reservations as he helped guide your hand to his cheek. His lips trembled as he fought the urge to scream.

“MC…. Why would you do this? You’ve lost so much blood… and.. and your sight? I’m not worth this. I’m just a useless otaku! It isn’t fair!” His tears began to flow, the guilt of it all was ripping him apart.

You closed your eyes and smiled as you remembered the many faces of this man you had called to you. “It was worth it. I did it because I love you, Levi. I need you. After all, what good is a Henry without his lord?”

#obey me #shall we date? obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #reader insert #tw self harm #tw sewing needle prick #tw blood #this was way to long winded I overdid it

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babylooneytoonz · 4 years

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Alfie Solomons Headcanon

Requested by Anonymous: Alfie Solomons finding out his pregnant wife Y/N has fever. So he decides to stay home and watch over his three kids.

You and Alfie waking up in bed to the screaming and shouting of your three kids, Roseline (two), Samuel (four) and Daniel (Seven).

"Alfie, come on love, go and check on the kids before they decide to burn down our house."

Alfie groaning and pressing his heavily bearded face into your eight month pregnant belly, not wanting to get out of bed.

"Well, bite me, it was me that wanted to, eh, fill up the fuckin' house with em children, not you pet. What a price to pay, alright."

You chuckling at the sight in front of you but being too lazy to get out of bed so you lean closer and try to kiss him but you get stuck, unable to bend and reach his lips due to your bump.

Alfie taking the hint, lifting his head up for you so you could plant his supple lips a soft morning kiss.

"I told you we should stop, atleast after Rose, we could have waited a few─"

"Oh no, pet, maybe you don't fucking understand alright, but I love to see you carry my spawn inside you"

Alfie unintentionally touching your face and his expressions changing when he feels warmth tingle against his skin, worry taking over him.

"Pet, you're fucking warm, is that, eh, normal? Are you feeling alright? Shall I fucking call in a doctor for you?"

"It's just the cold, love. Nothing a good old nap and a bowl of soup won't fix."

Alfie not trusting you and still looking at you with worry and mild disbelief, looking you up and down, swiping his palm over his beard,worse of all, confused as to what he should do.

You calming him down by taking his hand and kissing his knuckles telling him you're okay and he finally breathes a sigh of relief.

Your moment getting interrupted when you hear your two year old's shrill wailing suddenly echo through the house and you sighing inaudibly.

"Don't you worry about them buggers, pet, I'm gonna, yeah, watch over them today."

Alfie skipping work day because he wants to stay home and take care of the kids while you sleep off all the day and get well.

Alfie Solomons, the big softie, pulling blankets over you to tuck you in.

Alfie bringing you soup, a recipe straight from his Eema's kitchen, something he keeps boasting about as a 'healer'.

Loving the soup but not telling your husband (not to boast the man's ego unnecessarily) about it while he shamelessly studies you gobbling it all down, with expectant eyes.

Waking up almost six hours later, drenched in your own sweat but not feeling the chills any longer as the fever has passed.

Walking down the house to check on what mess the four of them have made, together, but being shocked to find the house quiet and unnaturally peaceful.

Your ears picking up the mild snoring coming from the parlor so you fixing yourself to the parlor door and slowly push the door open for it to creak slightly for your eyes to fall on Alfie who is comfortably perched on the armchair, his head resting against the backrest, his eyes shut, wide asleep. Your youngest daughter, Roseline, scooped up in her father's arms, her tiny hands holding on to his shirt as she is clinging to him, even in her sleep.

On the carpeted floor next to the armchair lays a half eaten pie and you ending up chuckling at the sight as next to the pie your two boys are asleep, one of them drooling all over your carpet.

You waking your husband up gently and his eyes softening when he looks up at you, his palm flying out towards you to touch you and feel that your fever's gone.

"You look better, pet."

"I feel better, Alf."

Alfie finally but reluctantly letting you take Roseline into your arms while Alfie lifts your two boys in his strong arms, each one now grumbling slightly on having been woken up so abruptly.

"Go back to sleep, yeah, it's not morning yet." Alfie grumbling to your boys trying to get them to go back to sleep.

The two of you heading separate ways as your two year old daughter still doesn't want to sleep in a room alone so her crib stays on your room, while Alfie vanishing into the boys room.

You tucking in your fast asleep daughter into her crib and pulling the covers over her when Alfie walks into the room.

Alfie wrapping his arms around your belly from the back as he plants warm kisses against the back of your head, happy that he is finally relieved of the daddy duties.

"Hope they didn't bother you that much today, love?"

"Yeah, alright they almost fucking lit the house on fire while I was, yeah, baking the damn pie, pet, and not to mention, our two year old left you, yeah, a little brown present down in the fucking living room, I hope it was pickle but its not."

You burying your face into your palms, facepalming at his words while the sound of his loud, booming laugh echoes through your house.

Alfie looking at you apologetically, wanting your help when his raucous laughter caused your daughter to wake up and start wailing and he now has to pacify her crying.

#alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons #alfie solomons headcanon

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littleangel4996 · 5 years

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My Fate Pt 5

Summary: After Michael and (y/n) were knocked out by their attackers, they were both tied up at the moment.

Warning: Meeting Ben Harmon, Interrogation? Kinda and I don't want to spoil more but there is a mention of switching houses.

Michael's P.O.V

My throat felt so dry that I was coughing up the weird taste in my mouth.What did those people knocked us out with? Last night, all I could remember is what (y/n) said about my grandma. Did she really took her own life because of me? No I have to find out why. Looked at my surroundings, seeing where I'm at and this looks like the Masters bedroom. The walls were painted white with a nice comfy chair and a vanity kinda like (y/n). Oh my God, (Y/N). She's not in the room with me. I tried to call her name out but to no avail.

"(Y/n) please say something. You bastards hurt her I swear I'll make you regret it!!!"

"Do not worry, we have no attention of hurting her or you". A calm smooth male voice said. I looked to see a man in his early 40s sitting on the chair. But I don't understand, he wasn't there. How the hell he came to the room without me noticing.

Unless…"Are you a ghost?" I asked.

"Yes, yes I am Michael" he chuckled.

"How do you know my name. Did Constance tell you about me. My grandma where is she I must talk to her" he put his hand up to stop me from speaking any further.

"The spirits is in this house can't be seen unless they want to be seen".

"You mean she doesn't want to see me?"

"I'm sorry Michael" he frowns. I don't blame her. I wouldn't want (y/n) to see me if I ever hurt her. I hold back the tears that threaten to come out

"Who are you?" I question as he stands up and says "Someone who wants to be seen ,someone who wants to help. If you want to change I can show you". Then I let the tears break free.

"I'm a monster, why would you want to help me?" I cried. He walks up to me as he unties my hands. "Because I can't help to think of you as my son" he stands back giving me space to get up and I rub both of my wrists. "Even though you're not really". I stand up from the bed to face him. "Since you know my name, I don't know yours".

"I'm Ben Harmon, a psychiatrist. Well used to. And (y/n) is in my daughter's old room, come on" he gestures as I follow him out of the room straight down the other room as he opens the door to reveal (y/n) laying down sleeping like an angel. But I ran to her side making sure she was okay. Ever since she's awoken me from the dead, I can't help but feel this urge to protect her and care for her. Yes she's been the one that's been caring and protecting me but maybe it's my turn I do the caring and protecting for once.I shook her lightly whispering her name.

(Y/n) P.O.V

"(Y/n), wake up." whispered a soft voice that sounded familiar. When I wake, a beautiful blond blue eyed boy hovers over me with worry in his eyes. Michael.

"Michael!" I got up so fast wrapping my arms around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He had this nice welcoming scent on him, like a baby's scent. I don't care I was glad to see Michael ok. I was the first to pull away.

"I was so worried" I cried.

"Are you kidding, I thought badass witches don't get worried" he said squeezing my shoulders. I looked at the corner of my eye to see a man dressed in a navy blue collar and black slacks matching his dress shoes with his brown hair and brown eyes. In protective mode, I got up pulling Michael behind me as I put my hand up having an invisible force pinning him to the wall.

Third person P.O.V

Michael stood up putting his hand on (y/n) arm but she refused to let her guard down. "(Y/n) listen to me, he means us no harm" he pleaded, trying to put her arm down.

"Are you crazy" she snapped. "Him and someone else took us hostage and you want me to stand down? Give me one good fucking reason Mikey!".

"BECAUSE HE CAN HELP ME!!!" (Y/n) turned her attention towards him dropping her arm hearing Ben fall to the floor with a thud.

"Just please, hear him out." She looks towards the doctor then at Michael. "He better have a good reason" she gritted.

-Time skip- living room

"So let me get this straight" (y/n) said, standing up from the couch next to Michael and Ben Harmon sitting on his chair.

"You can help Michael with his problems and the only fucking way to do that is for us to move in this murderous house full of ghosts?"

The therapist doctor nodded his head. (Y/n) rolled her eyes not believing a word he's saying but she knows he's telling the truth. But she really cannot be angry at the ghost too much because he hasn't killed her or Michael. She knows Michael might need help but she could have called Cordelia but decided against it because (y/n) does not want her sisters to worry.

"(Y/n)" Michael broke her out of her thoughts.

"It's okay if you do not want to move into this house, we can find other ways to help me" (y/n) rose her hand placing it on his shoulder and said " No, that would be selfish of me. You need to talk to someone that's a professional" she points to Ben then turns her attention to him.

"Can you really help him" she asked.

"Yes, it's possible. But I can promise you two no one will harm you here and if they try to do anything ,then tell them to go away"

The two living beings looked at each other, looking for any doubts in their eyes. She may regret it she may not but the witch cares for the young man even if she has to move in this house.

Back at the house of constance

"Yes I understand I just bought the place but I just really like the house next door...

(Y/n) P.O.V

Yeah I'm well aware that people have died there... GOD YES I KNOW ABOUT THE FUCKING PLACE NOW CAN YOU OR CANNOT MOVE ME THERE...You can?...Okay good when can we move?...2 days oh perfect thank you have a nice day" I hung up tossing my phone to the couch as I sat down next to Michael who had this look like damn girl.

"How are you today" I asked in a sarcastic way and both started laughing. My God how can my life get more crazier than this.

"Okay so in 2 days we will be able to move into that house".

"Well yeah I heard you when you were hollering at the salesman. I bet you even made his ears bleed" he joked. Then the phone rang on my side as I answered it.

"Hello"

" Hello is this Ms.(Y/n) (Y/l/n)?"

"Yes this is she."

"Oh good this Ms Solomon from the Palmer elementary and I looked over your resume and I must say I am impressed. Would you like to start next week."

"Yes perfect thank you"

"Wonderful I'll see you next week on Monday."

I turned my attention towards Michael with beam.

"I got the job!" (Y/n) exclaimed

Michael's P.O.V

"Oh God that's great!" We wrapped our arms around each other like we did back in murder house. But this time I don't think I want to let go of her embrace. I don't know why but I never felt cared for like my grandma. I honestly don't care about her anymore if she doesn't want to see me that's fine. It may hurt me to say this but it's for the best. I'm going to be starting a new chapter with (y/n) and I'm glad to see where this journey is heading.

-meanwhile back at murder house

"Look I understand you three are angry but-"

"Are you out of your goddamn mind Ben" Vivian, Tate, and Constance were livid that Ben would talk the girl and the boy to move in a house full of ghosts.

"But nothing, that boy I raised was an abomination and one day he will hurt that girl" constance said after lighting her cigarette.

"Well she's a witch" Ben added. Now everyone wasn't happy except maybe his daughter violet and Moira the maid.Tate was so furious that he had to walk away along with Vivian and Constance but not before she said "I hope to God I know what you're doing" and disappeared.

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Listen to God and His Commandments and Live (Ecclesiastes 3:1-22)

Paul MacDonald RN MA Dipl

Again, Solomon contrasts the wisdom of God alongside the evil of Satan and his demons.

Verses 1-20 is where Solomon instructs that wisdom is;

(1) Be rooted in sound teaching, verses 1-4;

(2) Rest your in trust in God (verses 5-6);

(3) The rewards those who obey (verses 7-10).

While wisdom could "sometimes" demand chastening, it "could" also bring with it profound benefits if one uses wisdom (verses 13-18), and its importance is clear since it was wisdom that undergirded God’s creation (in verses 19 and 20).

DON'T Forget God or His Wisdom

Proverbs 3:1 "My son, forget not my law; but let thine heart keep my commandments:"

“My law”, Hebrew “Torah” from the verb “to throw, distribute, or teach, hence “teachings”.

God's Law

It is used of God’s law but here (as in 2:1), it is used of the commands and principles that God gave through Solomon.

Proverbs 3:2 "For length of days, and long life, and peace, shall they add to thee."

"My son" tell us who this message is to. It is not to the world in general, but to the followers of God. God reminds us to not forget His teachings, but hide them away in our hearts. God also reminds us to walk in His ways.

Consider ALL of God's Ways

His "commandments" here are talking about all of His ways. Just as the commandment to honor father and mother promises that our days may be long upon the earth, we see the promises of length of days here if we follow in His ways.

When you know that you have done the right things, it does bring peace. Sin brings fear of punishment, but obedience brings peace.

DON'T Forsake the Path of Truth

Proverbs 3:3-4 Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart:" "So shalt thou find favor and good understanding in the sight of God and man."

Loyal Kindness

“Neck … heart.” The virtues of mercy (the Hebrew word for loving kindness and loyal love), and truth that come from God are to become part of us, outwardly in our behavior for all to see as an adornment of spiritual beauty, and inwardly as the subject of our meditation. Such inward and outward mercy and truth is evidence of New Covenant salvation.

The Bible says the "merciful shall obtain mercy".

Matthew 5:7, "Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy."

"Mercy" shows love to the utmost, for God and for man.

Truth is NEVER Questioned

"Truth" cannot be underestimated. It is beyond compromise. A truthful person is a person whose character cannot and will not be questioned by anyone. One of the highest compliments that can be paid a man is to say that he is a man of truth.

Bind Mercy and Truth Around Your Neck

If a person could have the two most important strengths of character, it would be mercy and truth. This "binding them about the neck", I believe, just means to treasure them highly and don't lose them somewhere along the way. "Write them upon the tables of thine heart" has to do with the heart dictating a person's actions.

God Will Write His Will Upon Your Hearts

God will write His laws upon the heart of His people, if we will allow Him to. I believe that is the message here. God says if you have these two, mercy and truth, you have His laws on your heart. (In verse 4), we find if we practice these two, we will be able to get along with not only the men around us, but God as well.

Trust in God and Commit Your Ways to Him

Proverbs 3:5 "Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding."

This (verse 5 here), applies to all believers, but even more to those who are in the service to God. God never chose any man or woman to work for Him because of their training and ability within themselves. God chooses people like Jeremiah who was just a lad with no formal training; and God put the words in Jeremiah's mouth to give to the people. You may read all about it (in chapter 1 of Jeremiah). When we depend upon our own ability, we fall very short. For a minister of God to be effective, it must be God speaking through him.

Proverbs 3:6 "In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."

Three commands are given (in verses 5 and 6): Trust, meaning “rely on, depend on”; Lean not, meaning do not depend on your own native instincts, and Acknowledge him, meaning have fellowship and intimacy with God in all of life. The result of such devotion is that God will make the paths straight before you.

Here again, we get into the will of man. Man has to be willing to accept God's help and to give God the credit for the job well done. A Christian must first of all not start anything that the Lord is not in, and then we must praise Him in everything.

Praise Yahweh

Hebrews 13:15, "By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name."

If He directs our path, we shall walk in the light and not stumble and fall.

Proverbs 3:7 "Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD, and depart from evil."

Rely On God and Fear Him

The most dangerous thing, if you are trying to succeed in the world, is to get satisfied with yourself. A person cannot grow when he gets this attitude. When we rely upon our self, we are always disappointed. No one likes a know-it-all or a conceited person. We must remain humble. What little knowledge that we do have is because of God's generosity towards us.

Fear of the Lord will take away all arrogance and pride. In the first few verses of Proverbs, we learned that the fear of the Lord is true wisdom. Fear here could be looked at again as reverence or high praise. Give God the glory for it all.

God's Promise of Deep Physical Well Being

Proverbs 3:8 "It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones."

The strength here is in the marrow, the inner parts. God is promising physical well-being for those who live wisely according to His will. Such physical well-being is what David forfeited before he confessed that he had sinned against Bath-sheba and Uriah.

Many illnesses are brought on by sins as we said before, not all illness, but some. Good clean living seems to assist in good health. For sure, good clean living brings a clear conscience and no regrets. When the spirit of man is healthy, it helps with the physical health, as well.

"And said, If thou wilt diligently hearken to the voice of the LORD thy God, and wilt do that which is right in his sight, and wilt give ear to his commandments, and keep all his statues, I will put none of these diseases upon thee, which I have brought upon the Egyptians: for I am the LORD that healeth thee" (Exodus 15:26).

Honor God With Your Resources

Proverbs 3:9-10 "Honor the LORD with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase:" "So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine.

A biblical view of possessions demands using them for honoring God. This is accomplished by trusting God, by giving the first and best to God, by being fair, by giving generously and by expressing gratitude for all He gives. The result of such faithfulness to honor Him is prosperity and satisfaction.

Honoring Yahweh goes much further than just attending church and stating that we are a believer. Our heart is where our pocket book and time is.

"Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again" (Luke 6:38).

"Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that [there shall] not [be room] enough [to receive it]" (Malachi 3:10).

DON'T Despise the Chastening From Yahweh

Proverbs 3:11-12 "My son, despise not the chastening of the LORD; neither be weary of his correction:" "For whom the LORD loveth he correcteth; even as a father the son [in whom] he delighteth."

“Not despise … chastening”: Since even the wisest of God’s children are subject to sin, there is necessity of God’s fatherly discipline to increase wisdom and blessing. Such correction should not be resisted.

Chastening and Trials Must Come

"And not only [so], but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience;" "And patience, experience; and experience, hope:" "And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us" (Romans 5:3-5).

Lessons in Obeying

You see, the only way a baby learns right from wrong is correction of parents. Sometimes a little paddling makes the lesson easier to remember. This is sometimes true with baby Christians, as well. When we do not obey God, He has to give us a spanking so that we will remember to obey next time. Just as an earthly parent corrects a child to help him grow in the knowledge of the truth, so does our heavenly Father.

If He cared not what becomes of us, He wouldn't bother to correct us (Read chapter 3 of Ephesians beginning with the 13th verse), it will thrill you that you have been tried. I will give one more Scripture here to show that God loves us in our tribulations and then go on.

"So that we ourselves glory in you in the churches of God for your patience and faith in all your persecutions and tribulations that ye endure:" "[Which is] a manifest token of the righteous judgment of God, that ye may be counted worthy of the kingdom of God, for which ye also suffer" (2 Thessalonians 1:4-5).

If God loves us, He corrects us; and we take on His worthiness.

Proverbs 3:13-14 "Happy [is] the man [that] findeth wisdom, and the man [that] getteth understanding." "For the merchandise of it [is] better than the merchandise of silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold."

One of the most wonderful gifts that God can give to man is "wisdom" and "understanding". Solomon was no fool when he asked God for wisdom. Wisdom will bring prosperity of body, soul, and spirit. A wise man who chooses God's ways and therefore cannot fail. If you have silver and gold, you can spend all of it and have nothing, but "wisdom cannot be taken away"; and with wisdom you can acquire silver and gold and any other thing that you might ever have need of.

Divine wisdom yields the richest treasures (described in verses 14-18 as “profits”; merchandise) “length of days,” “riches,” “honor,” “pleasantness,” “peace,” “life”, and happiness.

Proverbs 3:15 "She [is] more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her."

We will have to look back at the last lesson to see what the "she" is here. Wisdom is the she. In fact, this whole third chapter of Proverbs is all about wisdom. Material things of this world, regardless of how valuable they are, are not anything to compare with wisdom.

Proverbs 3:16 "Length of days [is] in her right hand; [and] in her left hand riches and honor."

The right hand blessing is always the best blessing. Length of days is spoken of here as being more wonderful to possess than riches and honor. If a man has no time left to spend his riches and fame, most would trade all of that to extend life a little longer. Even this blessing of extended days is still far short of the blessing of wisdom.

Proverbs 3:17 "Her ways [are] ways of pleasantness, and all her paths [are] peace."

Again here, the "her" is wisdom. Wisdom is pleasant and brings peace.

Proverbs 3:18 "She [is] a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her: and happy [is every one] that retaineth her."

This expression is a metaphor referring to temporal and spiritual renewal and refreshment (compare 11:30, 13:12, and 15:43).

No precious jewels or earthly treasures are worthy to be compared with true wisdom, whether the concerns of time or eternity be considered. We must make wisdom our business; we must venture all in it and be willing to part with all for it.

Proverbs 3:19-20 "The LORD by wisdom hath founded the earth; by understanding hath he established the heavens." "By his knowledge the depths are broken up, and the clouds drop down the dew."

The wisdom of God so far surpasses anything we might know of. God actually, through His great wisdom and knowledge, placed the stars, sun, and moon in the open sky. The earth was hung in open air, as well. Not only did God hang them in the atmosphere in perfect orbit, but He also made all of this, as well. Not only did God make all of this, but it is all subject to His will. God causes the sunshine and the rain. He controls the whole universe.

The Wisdom of God the Key to Everything

Solomon is indicating that wisdom is basic to all of life, for by it God created everything. Since God used it to create the universe, how eager must we be to use it to live in this universe?

Proverbs 3:21-22 "My son, let not them depart from thine eyes: keep sound wisdom and discretion:" "So shall they be life unto thy soul, and grace to thy neck."

True wisdom belongs to God. God will give us wisdom if we seek it prayerfully. The grace that Jesus has provided for us has to be held in high esteem, even to the saving of our soul. We must remain in that wisdom.

Proverbs 3:23 "Then shalt thou walk in thy way safely, and thy foot shall not stumble."

Proverbs 3:24 "When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid: yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet."

Proverbs 3:25-26 "Be not afraid of sudden fear, neither of the desolation of the wicked, when it cometh." "For the LORD shall be thy confidence, and shall keep thy foot from being taken."

We see many instances in the New Testament when the demon spirits are afraid of Jesus, because they know that He is the Judge of the world and that they have a terrible fate awaiting them.

In Matthew 8:29, "And, behold, they cried out, saying, What have we to do with thee, Jesus, thou Son of God? art thou come hither to torment us before the time?"

You see, sudden fear gripped them, because of the terrible fate they know they have awaiting them. If you know that you are saved and safe with the Lord, you have no sudden fear. The only fear permitted to those who trust in the Lord is Godly fear. You see, trust in the Lord brings confidence, a knowing that all is well.

Proverbs 3:27 "Withhold not good from them to whom it is due, when it is in the power of thine hand to do [it]."

As opportunity arises, we must help anyone and everyone that is within our power to help. It seems those full of wisdom seem to be better off financially.

Proverbs 3:28 "Say not unto thy neighbor, Go, and come again, and tomorrow I will give; when thou hast it by thee."

This is saying, do not put your neighbor off until to-morrow if you have the ability to help them today. Their need is now. We should be eager to help those less fortunate. Only God has seen fit for us to be the better off.

Proverbs 3:29 "Devise not evil against thy neighbor, seeing he dwelleth securely by thee."

One of the two most important things God wants us to do is love thy neighbor as thyself. We would not figure up evil against ourselves, so we must not against the neighbor, either.

Proverbs 3:30 "Strive not with a man without cause, if he have done thee no harm."

We should not live in strife and fussing, but should learn to live peaceably with all men. If we live for the Lord, we are promised that even our enemies will be at peace with us. This does not say that there is never a time for strife. If your enemy attacks you, you may defend yourself; but you must not start strife nor keep it going.

Proverbs 3:31 "Envy thou not the oppressor, and choose none of his ways."

We must never choose the way of the oppressor. Bullies as children are not to be looked up to.

We must not even fellowship with those who choose to oppress others. The worldly wealth that some acquire with their oppression of others should never be envied or desired. Evil and good are like oil and water. They cannot mix.

Proverbs 3:32 "For the froward [is] abomination to the LORD: but his secret [is] with the righteous."

"Froward" means perverted or wicked. The wicked will not know the secret, because they will not see; and hearing, they will not hear. They (the wicked), will not understand the things of God. The secret that the righteous know is that Jesus Christ is their Savior. God reveals Himself to those who love Him.

Proverbs 3:33 "The curse of the LORD [is] in the house of the wicked: but he blesseth the habitation of the just."

From Genesis throughout the Bible, God promises blessings to those who follow in God's commandments and curses to those who do not follow in the ways of God.

Proverbs 3:34 "Surely he scorneth the scorners: but he giveth grace unto the lowly."

Those who reject the teachings of the Lord are rejected themselves by Him.

The scribes and Pharisees are a typical example of this. They thought too highly of themselves and turned the Lord of glory down. The lowly of the world were willing to receive and were granted grace of the Lord.

Psalms 138:6, "Though the LORD be high, yet hath he respect unto the lowly: but the proud he knoweth afar off."

Proverbs 3:35 The wise shall inherit glory: but shame shall be the promotion of fools."

The wise seek God. Those who seek God inherit glory. The glory of the only begotten Son is shared with those who live for God. This is a shared inheritance.

Fools, on the other hand live worldly lives for the here and now. Worldly, selfish, and shamefully.

Israel Institute of Biblical Studies

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