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Paring: Yandere!Diavolo x Demon Princess!Reader Genre: Obsession Content Warning: Yandere, possessive, and obsessive behavior. Secret Love. Summary: Arrange marriage with Diavolo. Word Count: 2.5k A/N: Just had this as a random thought and ended up with 2k words.

As the daughter of the Demon King and Queen of Azurethra, (uh-zoo-RETH-ruh) you were raised in a world where power was paramount and alliances were forged with blood and fire. From a young age, you were taught that your purpose was to serve your kingdom, to strengthen its dominion over the realms of Hell. But nothing could have prepared you for the cruel fate that awaited you.

It was decreed by your parents, the King and Queen, that you would be wed to Diavolo, the Prince of the Devildom. The news struck you like a thunderbolt, filling you with dread and defiance. You knew of Diavolo's reputation as a charming and powerful ruler, but you also heard about the unsettling truth beneath his affable facade.

Nevertheless, you square your shoulders and prepare to meet your betrothed, determined to face your fate with the same steely resolve that had guided you through countless trials in the past. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

As you entered the opulent halls of Diavolo's castle, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and something darker, something primal and hungry.

You stand at the threshold of the grand hall, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs. Your parents' decision to arrange a marriage with Prince Diavolo, the ruler of the Devildom, has left you feeling trapped between duty and desire. As a princess of Azurethra, you have been raised to uphold tradition and honor your family's wishes. But the thought of marrying someone you barely know fills you with unease.

Steeling yourself, you enter the hall, your chin held high despite the tremble in your limbs. The sight that greets you is nothing short of breathtaking. Diavolo awaited you in the grand chamber, his smile as dazzling as it was deceptive.

Diavolo stands at the center of the room, his presence commanding attention from all who gaze upon him. His golden eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still.

"Welcome, Princess," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "I trust your journey was without incident?"

You step forward and curtsy, your movements graceful and deliberate, despite the turmoil raging within you. "Prince Diavolo, it's a pleasure to meet you." you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "My journey was uneventful, as expected."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the soft light of the chamber. "Excellent," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I hope you find the Devildom to your liking. I have taken the liberty of arranging accommodations for you within the palace."

You nod politely, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath Diavolo's charm. "I appreciate your hospitality, Your Highness," you say, careful to keep your tone respectful. "I look forward to exploring the Devildom and getting to know its inhabitants."

Diavolo's smile falters for a moment, his gaze flickering with something you can't quite identify. But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it's gone, replaced once more by the mask of congeniality he wears so well.

"Of course," he says, his voice smooth as silk once more. "I am at your disposal should you require anything. But for now, please allow Barbatos to show you to your chambers."

With a graceful gesture, Barbatos motions for you to follow him, and you fall into step behind him, your senses on high alert. As you walk through the halls of the palace, you can't help but notice the way the shadows seem to dance around you, whispering secrets too dark to comprehend.

Finally, you arrive at your chambers, and Barbatos holds the door open for you with a flourish. "I hope you find everything to your liking, Princess," he says, his neutral smile never faltering.

You step into the room, taking in the opulent furnishings and the soft glow of candlelight that bathes everything in a warm, golden hue. "It's beautiful," you murmur, though your words ring hollow even to your own ears.

Barbatos nods, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm glad you think so," he says, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you will be comfortable here."

With that, he bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone in the silence of your chambers. As the door closes behind him, you can't shake the feeling that you are being watched, that unseen eyes linger in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Alone in your chambers, you take a moment to compose yourself, drawing upon the same inner strength that had carried you through countless trials in the past. But even as you strive to maintain your composure, the weight of your impending marriage to Diavolo bears down on you like a leaden cloak.

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With a sigh, you cross the room and settle into a plush armchair, the soft velvet cushions offering little comfort against the storm raging within your heart. Outside, the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon, casting long shadows that stretch across the chamber like fingers reaching out to ensnare you.

Lost in thought, you barely notice the soft knock at the door, the sound so faint it's almost drowned out by the pounding of your own heartbeat. But then, before you can respond, the door swings open, and a figure steps into the room.

"Princess," a voice says, low and smooth like honey dripping from a blade. "May I come in?"

You look up to find Barbatos standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. For a moment, you hesitate, unsure whether to trust the demon who serves as Diavolo's left hand. But then, with a nod, you gesture for him to enter.

Barbatos crosses the room with a grace that borders on unearthly, his movements fluid and unhurried. He holds a sleek and luxurious garment featuring off-the-shoulder neckline, velvet fabric adorned with sequins, short sleeves, and a dramatic sweep train.

"I hope you're finding your accommodations to your liking, Princess," he says, his voice as smooth as silk. "I understand that this must be a difficult time for you."

You nod, unable to suppress the tremor in your voice. "It's... overwhelming," you admit, your words coming out in a whisper. "I never expected... any of this."

Barbatos inclines his head in understanding, his eyes alight with a spark of something you can't quite decipher. "I can only imagine," he says, his tone gentle. "But know that you are not alone. If there is anything you require, anything at all, do not hesitate to ask."

You offer him a weak smile, grateful for his offer of assistance, even as you wonder what ulterior motives may lie beneath his smooth exterior. "Thank you, Barbatos," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate your kindness."

He bows slightly and takes his leave, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and the weight of the dress in your hands. As the door closes behind him, you let out a long sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing ever so slightly.

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You set the dress aside and begin to prepare for the evening ahead. As you slip out of your traveling clothes and into the luxurious gown, you can't help but marvel at its craftsmanship and the way it clings to your curves like a second skin.

But even as you admire yourself in the mirror, you can't shake the feeling of foreboding that hangs over you like a dark cloud. The events of the day weigh heavily on your mind, filling you with a sense of dread that refuses to be ignored.

With a deep breath, you push aside your fears and resolve to face whatever may come with courage and determination. Straightening your shoulders, you cast one last glance at your reflection before making your way to the grand hall where Diavolo awaits.

As you enter the hall, you're met with a scene of opulence and extravagance unlike anything you've ever seen before. The room is bathed in soft candlelight, casting long shadows that dance across the black marble floors.

At the center of it all stands Diavolo, resplendent in his princely attire, his golden eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Despite your apprehension, you square your shoulders and approach him with all the grace and dignity befitting a princess of Azurethra.

"Princess," Diavolo says, his voice smooth as silk. "You look absolutely stunning."

You offer him a polite smile, though you can't shake the feeling that there's something more lurking beneath his charming facade. "Thank you, Your Highness," you reply, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart. "You're too kind."

Diavolo's smile widens, revealing a row of perfectly sharp white teeth that gleam in the candlelight. "Not at all, my dear," he says, his tone almost too pleasant to be sincere. "I speak only the truth."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his flattery, instead choosing to maintain a polite facade. "Shall we proceed with the festivities, Your Highness?" you ask, gesturing toward the banquet table laden with food and drink.

Diavolo nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he offers you his arm. "Of course, Princess," he says, his voice low and velvety. "Allow me to escort you."

With a deep breath, you place your hand in his and allow him to lead you to the table. As you take your seat beside him, you wonder what fate has in store for you now that you've been bound to the Prince of the Devildom.

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After Barbatos left your chambers, he made his way swiftly to where Diavolo awaited, his mind abuzz with thoughts of you. As he entered the room, he found Diavolo reclining on a velvet chaise lounge, his expression unreadable as he gazed into the flickering flames of the fireplace.

"Ah, Barbatos," Diavolo said, his voice smooth as silk. "What news do you bring?"

Barbatos approached, his steps measured and deliberate. "The princess has settled into her chambers, Your Highness," he replied, his tone neutral. "She seems... apprehensive, but resigned to her fate."

Diavolo's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Excellent," he purred, his golden eyes burning with a feverish intensity. "She is the one I've been searching for. The one who will finally complete me."

Barbatos felt a small surge of unease at Diavolo's words, though he knew better than to question his master's desires. "What do you intend to do, Your Highness?" he asked.

Diavolo's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he turned to fix Barbatos with a piercing gaze. "I intend to make her mine," he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "Body and soul. She will belong to me and me alone."

"And if she resists?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Diavolo's smile turned predatory, his golden eyes ablaze with a fierce hunger. "Then I will simply have to show her the error of her ways," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But rest assured, Barbatos. I will not rest until she is mine."

With that, Diavolo rose from his seat, his movements graceful and unhurried as he made his way to the door. Barbatos watched him go, his heart heavy with a sense of foreboding that refused to be ignored.

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Alone in the room, Barbatos couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing a dangerous game, one that could cost him everything he held dear. But as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, he knew that he had no choice but to follow Diavolo's lead, no matter the cost.

For in the end, there was only one thing that mattered: ensuring that you remained safe from harm and secretly his, even if it meant sacrificing everything he held dear in the process.

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"Princess," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I trust you're enjoying the festivities?"

You looked up at him, your gaze meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Yes, Your Highness," you replied, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "The banquet is truly splendid."

Diavolo smiled, though there was a hint of something predatory in his gaze. "I'm glad to hear it," he said. "But I must admit, it pales in comparison to the beauty of your presence."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at his words, though you fought to keep your composure. "You're too kind, Your Highness," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Diavolo reached out and took your hand in his, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. "Please," he said, his voice low and intimate. "Call me Diavolo."

You hesitated, unsure whether to comply with his request. But then, with a nod, you spoke his name, the word feeling strange and foreign on your tongue.

"Diavolo," you said, the sound of it sending a thrill down your spine.

Diavolo smiled, his golden eyes alight with a fierce hunger. "That's better," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Much better."

You stole glances at him from across the table, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind those golden eyes, what dark desires lurked within the depths of his hollow vessel.

Little did you know that your presence had flamed a fire within Diavolo—a fire that burned with a fierce intensity, consuming him with a passion he could barely contain. For in you, he saw not just a princess to be wed, but a soulmate, a kindred spirit, a love that transcended the bounds of time and space.

And as he gazed at you from across the table, he knew with a certainty that bordered on obsession that he would stop at nothing to make you his own, to claim you as his bride, his queen, his everything.

For you were not just a princess of Azurethra. You were his salvation, his redemption, his one true love. And he would do whatever it took to make you his, body and soul, now and for all eternity.

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Alone in your chambers later that night, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your insides like a ravenous beast. The events of the evening replayed in your mind like a haunting melody, each note tinged with uncertainty and fear.

As you stared out the window, the moon cast its silver light across the room, illuminating the shadows that danced along the walls like specters in the night.

You took a deep breath, getting up from the lounge chairs making your way to the opulent queen sized bedroom. You slide into the sheets, sinking into the comfortable bed.

You were determined to show Diavolo and the rest of the Devildom that you are not to be trifled with. You may be a princess, but you are also a warrior, and you will not go down without a fight.

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shallyouobeyme · 6 months

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Yandere!Solomon x Princess!reader/MC (GN) - Royal au

Summary: When you found out that your parents were planning to marry you off to some foreign noble your first reaction was to talk to your friend and families mage, Solomon, but maybe that wasn't the best choice...

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Arranged marriage, Lucifer Slander (I had to do it to em), drugging (kinda), talk about murder, imprisonment (also kinda), I do not condone this, this is all fantasy

Day 8 of my Yandere Writetober and I've stayed strong so far and written something every day, I hope I'll keep the energy. I could use some help for tomorrow with 'bounce' though, honestly, I have no idea what to write for that

Ever since you were a little child, your parents had instilled in you that eavesdropping was wrong and not very royal. It was one of the many things that were not appropriate for the children of the country's ruler. You've spent many nights listening to your tutors go on and on about etiquette and manners and behaviour, etc., etc., etc.

This was the reason that when you heard the sound of your parents talking coming through a slight opening of your father's study, your first instinct was to change directions and leave them to it. Then you heard your name. You were still a young adult- barely not a child anymore - so obviously your curiosity won over. Silently walking over to the wall near the door, you pressed your back against it and tried to tune into their conversation.

"Are you sure? Duke Lucifer isn't known to be very kind, it is said that he only wishes for an heir and nothing else. What about Prince Michael?"

"No, the celestial kingdom has no interest in an alliance whatsoever, they see themselves as mightier than anyone else."

"I assume that disqualifies Marquis Simeon as well," you heard your mother sigh - what were they talking about? Alliances? Heirs? The names of the foreign nobles were familiar to you, but that did not give you much context.

"Duke Lucifer - as cruel as he may be - is the highest ranking noble under King Diavolo, his kingdom is looking for alleys in their rivalry with Celestia. This is our chance to finally rise in the world," your father stated with this hunger for power in his voice that scared you whenever you heard it. "Think about it dear, Y/N isn't our firstborn, their older brother will take the throne, so marrying them off to Duke Lucifer and extending our reach in the world will help us more than having them here ever would."

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth in shock. This couldn't be real, couldn't be true- as a child, your parents had told you about how marrying each other for love was very important to them when they were your age, so you always assumed the same would be true for you. Surely your mother was opposed, right? no way she'd let you - her youngest child - get married off to some cruel Nobel that you had never even seen before and who was probably twice your age.

"You're right, if that's what's best for our family," your mother spoke, completely making you freeze. How was it the best for your family when it meant you'd get carted off to a foreign noble? Did you really mean that little to them?

You hadn't even noticed the salty streaks running down your cheeks, burning on your skin, nor did you notice your feet gaining a life of their own as you walked through the castle.

Only when you stood before the painting of your great-grandfather, which hid the secret entrance to one of the castle's towers did you realize where you were headed. Solomon's chambers.

Solomon had been the student of your family's mage up until the old man had taken his last breath and Solomon took over the position. Some thought him to be unqualified, after all, he was just a few years older than you, but you knew how powerful he was. You really thought that there was nothing he couldn't do. Ever since the two of you had met as children he'd shown you his magic, cheered you up whenever you were sad and helped you in every crisis - no matter how small.

When your pet had been attacked by a wild animal, he'd been the one to bring it back to life and heal its injuries, when a foreign spy had tried to take your life, he'd blown him off you in a magical explosion (not harming a single hair on your head) and turned him to dust in a single moment, even when you had realized that your dress was the wrong colour at an important banquet had he been the one to change it with a single swipe of his hand.

So it made sense that your subconscious mind immediately sent you to him when you realized your peril. After all, he'd promised you that he'd always find a solution, no matter what problem plagued you. Entering the secret passage, you quickly tried to wipe away your tears, not wanting to seem even weaker than you knew you would in just a few seconds, but it was hopeless. Solomon was always able to look right through you.

As you walked into the main room of his chambers, you felt a nice sort of comfort engulf you. The messy shelves and desks and even chairs which were filled with all sorts of magical gadgets and books and bottles of mysterious liquids were so familiar to you and yet they fascinated you anew every single time you visited. As if feeling your presence, Solomon came from out from one of the adjacent rooms the second you crossed the threshold.

"Your royal highness, it's a pleasure to have you as always," he smiled at you as he walked closer, his happy expression quickly turning into a frown once he noticed the redness of your cheeks - an unmistakable sign that you had cried.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he led you to a chair that was kept free of any junk just for the occasion of your visit. You fell into the seat and could almost feel your tears coming back.

"You know what, I'll go make you a tea with calming herbs, then you can tell me what troubles you," he said softly, waiting for a second as if hesitant to leave you alone, before leaving for only a minute before returning with a steaming mug that he put on a small table beside you.

"Now, tell me what happened MC." Usually, Solomon only called you by your official title, claiming that as your servant it was only appropriate, no matter how often you asked him to call you by your name like the friend he was. So, the fact that he called you MC, showed you that he was serious, that he was listening to you as your childhood friend Solomon and not as the court's mage.

"I-I overheard my parents, they- They are marrying me off. I don't know when or how, but... I'll get sent off to Devildom to be married to some Duke there. I'm just an end to a means for them..."

"What? No! They can't do that, that's not how- that's just not okay," Solomon exclaimed angrily, rage filling his eyes. He seemed even more enraged by it than you.

"It's horrible, but... I have no choice, do I? As a royal, I mean. I'm not the firstborn, I would have never become the next monarch anyways so maybe I was just idiotic to believe that I could live my life normally," you sighed, trying to stay calm, trying to be the bigger person as you were always taught.

"No! I can't them marry you off, I'm the one who-" Solomon raged on, running his hand through his hair as he stalked around the room, stopping himself in the middle of the sentence and before you could ask what he meant, he was kneeling on the floor before you, holding your hands. "What if there was a choice, what if I had a way out?"

Your eyes widened, but you trusted Solomon entirely, so you considered it honestly.

"I mean, if there is a way out, then yes. I want out. I don't want to be married off." You noded your head in excitement and Solomon sprang up again, telling you that he'd be back in a second and to wait for him.

You enjoyed the cup of tea he had prepared that was now a nice, drinkable temperature. Solomon always made the very best tea. Whenever you visited him and he prepared it for you, you felt so weightless, so free of worry, that you now tended to crave it whenever you were stressed or exhausted which also meant your visits to Solomon increased, not that either of you complained.

"Here it is, the way out," Solomon came back with a vile of turquoise liquid that he carefully held towards you. "Just a bit of this and this arranged marriage will never happen, in fact - this will allow you to marry for love."

"Really? That sounds amazing, almost too good to be true honestly," you let out a breathy laugh, for the first time ever feeling a little bit of doubt.

"Do you trust me?" Solomon asked you with his soft eyes and obviously, you did, so without thinking much, you took the vial, uncorked it and - after taking a deep breath to gather your nerves - took a swig of it. The liquid tasted a bit like what the local physician made you whenever you fell ill, the taste of strong herbs and flowers.

Just as the vial was emptied and you swallowed it all down, you suddenly felt a tingling throughout your entire body. And then you became really dizzy like the world around you was being shaken, but you were static.

"I-I don't feel very well, I think something is wrong," you managed to get out as the world around you seemed to be completely disconnected from you.

"Shhhh, it's okay, don't worry, I'm here. I'll take care of you now, my love," Solomon's whisper was the last thing you heard before you were engulfed by something unearthly...

Solomon walked into his bedroom, his one free hand swinging through the air as he conjured up something new to add to the interior. A box made of glass filled with moss and other plants was the perfect place for his beloved - at least until he had prepared everything. Until everything was perfect for the two of them to have their happily ever after together, no way in hell would he let some Devildom Noble take away his one true love, not over his dead body.

He walked towards the enclosure and lifted the lid, carefully setting down the toad he had held with the other. The toad seemed to look at him with those Y/E/C eyes that were more human than animal filled with contempt.

"I know my love, you don't understand it yet, but I promise you will soon, the two of us were meant for each other after all and as soon as I've taken care of that wannabe fiance of yours I'll show you just how much you mean to me, how much I'll soon mean to you," he closed the lid and watched as you hopped into an area of the enclosure that was filled with more plants to hide from him. "It's okay, I don't blame you. This is all your parent's fault, isn't it? Maybe once I've taken care of that damned duke, I should take care of them as well, after all your siblings might be more... open to my suggestions about your future, unlike that fool of a king."

Your croke of protest echoed through the room as Solomon made his way to leave to find out just who exactly he was planning to kill in the neighbouring kingdom.

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aballadforbarbatos · 2 years

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i sent a whole Thing to my friends a month ago and thought it would be a good idea to post it here, so:

mc, the anti-monarchist

diavolo is pretty confident that you’ll say yes when he asks you out. he IS, like, the most powerful demon in the devildom

(technically there’s his dad too but he’s not around rn so he doesn’t count)

the brothers get to spend more time around you BUT you always spend so much time with him so you SHOULD say yes right?!

not even barbatos could predict your answer

you look him dead in the eye. and say. “sorry diavolo, but i’d rather die than date a royal”

you like him as a person sure, but it’s not like you on your own can’t topple a demon monarchy so the only thing you can really do is refrain from joining it

diavolo’s face DROPS. all that confidence from before? GONE. you are staring into the face of a heartbroken man

your heartstrings are tugged but there will be other men and your beliefs are stronger than a cute prince

“why???” perhaps if he finds out the reason he can change your mind!

“well the human monarchies are just. they are just so bad. you know the english colonised so many countries they have enough to a mini olympics? and all that gold and jewels… i struggle to believe you got ALL of that from devildom…”

doesn’t really know what the olympics are but it sure doesn’t sound great in the way you’re using it

belphie is ruthlessly clapping you on the back, one of the seven sins should be selfishness the way he’s acting

lucifer scolds belphie for his behaviour but the damage is done,

diavolo’s only answer is “oh… okay… so no monarch bf for you then…” and it looks like everything settles afterwards

barbatos feels terrible for the prince but at the same time perhaps the man will get some work done. PLEASE get some work done the country needs it-

he’s relieved for exactly one day before diavolo summons him in and goes “what if i give up my title yes or no”

sorry, what. you’ve come up with some stupid ideas before but this is ABSOLUTELY the worst

“i was doing some research and there was this harry guy who gave up his title for his lover! that could be me!” diavolo shows him an article and it takes barbatos exactly five seconds to come up with a rebuttal

“the harry man had an older brother.”

“oh yea i guess i should wake up dad so he can make another heir huh”

all this stress is going to kill him. this is EASILY the worst thing he’s ever experienced

“i could wait for him to wake up on his own but like, what if mc is DEAD by then?!?? what if one of the brothers has taken her?? idk if i wanna risk that…”

barbatos needs to shut this idea down RIGHT NOW

“my lord, what the fuck are you talking about.”

“it’s a good idea!!”

“NO IT IS NOT WHAT THE HELL HAS MC DONE TO YOU. YOU HAVE A RESPONSIBILITY TO THIS DEVILDOM.”

“not if i give up my title i don’t! :D”

barbatos has no choice. he is dragging both lucifer AND you to talk some sense into the guy. nothing he’s saying is working clearly, lucifer is horrified at the suggestion and you’re thinking of ways to secretly escape the room

“DIAVOLO THIS COUNTRY WILL FAIL IF YOU DO THAT.”

diavolo wrinkles up his nose and everyone is concerned he’s had one too many bottles of demonus because he leans in and whispers “but have you considered: i love mc”

the whisper is not very quiet, actually it’s more of a stage whisper and you’re kind of standing there awkwardly. like you expected him to love you but taking this stance is kind of deranged and not improving your view of royalty at all

now everyone is staring at you and expecting you to say something. you have no idea what to say that could possibly be different to what the other two have said??

“diavolo. man. what the fuck are you talking about. have you been overworked or something go get some rest,”

a very confident (who’s apparently in a silly goofy mood) demon prince answers with “i am deeply in love with you and am sad that you will not be mine, but as long as i am not a royal it’s not a problem right??”

you’re speechless. like what is there to say to that. perhaps some time with simeon (and a lot of sleep) would shake him out of this but none of your thoughts are really working right now,

“yeah sorry guys you’re on your own with this one”

barbatos has decided that crucification should not just be for blasphemers but for you too

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #anti monarchy #angst #i think?? my friends found this hilarious #obey me devildom #devildom #obey me diavolo #diavolo #barbatos #lucifer #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #stay strong mc you can do it #anti royalist #guess which political ideology i have LOL #confession

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wuzetianadmirer · 9 months

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Mc who grew up in a bad area with not much to go around

Mc who now has seven rich demon brothers, a demon prince and a butler, a sassy wine aunt, three angels, a sorceror and a reaper to spoil her

Mc who has a mini panic attack when they give her anything expensive

Mc who nearly faints when Mammon gets them new high-end stuff.

Mc who marvels at Levi's gaming consoles and rare merch

Mc who very reluctant to try on the branded clothes Asmo gets them

Mc who nearly cries when Beel cooks them food and makes sure they eat their fill

Mc who adores the new bed that Belphie got them, saying that the old one was too rigid and stiff

Mc who loves reading Satan's rare collection of books and chilling with his fluffy cats

Mc who feels nauseous even touching Lucifer's pens

Mc who gets suffocated with Lord Diavilo's constant flow of gifts

Mc who's showered with baked goods and treats from both Barbatos and Luke

Mc who gets the nicest little trinkets from Simeon from the Celestial Realm

Mc who goes down on the Demonus Mestopheles stocks up cause it tastes like caprisun

Mc which Thirteen treats like a fashionista

Mc who Solomon always tries to cook for them (please don't) but still appreciates it

Mc who cant let go of her new-found family

#obey me shall we date #obey me #mc prompts #devildom

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devilgram10 · 1 year

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Meanwhile, In the Devildom...#4

Luke, yelling: What are you, five?!

Solomon: Yeah, five heads taller than you.

Luke:...

Luke: *starts crying*

Solomon: It was a joke-

Simeon: I see you have chosen death.

#obeyme #obey me shall we date #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me incorrect quotes #devildom #obey me brothers #obey me purgatory hall #obey me shenanigans

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ikeromantic · 11 months

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A Devilish Proposal

This is a commission posted with the permission of the lovely requestor. Lucifer proposes to OC Jenn, with all the romance and mishaps of any undertaking in the Devildom. Approx. 5K words. Fluff and light spice! Follows previous story: A Particular Encounter

Lucifer fiddled nervously with the tiny, velvet jewelry box. For perhaps the hundredth time, he opened it to check the ring inside. As it had every other time, the shadow diamond within gleamed, the facets catching whatever light struck the surface and then reflecting it back with a fey radiance.

Within the stone, an inky darkness churned with unsettled shades, the hues changing and shifting so that the color of the jewel was never certain. The gray of stormy skies, the blue of the deep ocean, the layered amethyst tones of a sunset . . . it was the Eye of the Abyss, and there was no other gem quite like it.

Would Jenn like it, he wondered. It wasn’t anything like a human world diamond. So few things in the Devildom were a match to the mortal realm. But this place was his home and, he hoped, hers too, despite the differences. He wanted her to love this place as much as she loved home. The ring represented that melding of worlds. A Devildom relic used for a mortal custom.

She had to say yes. Any other answer left him . . . no, there was no other reply she could give.

He snapped the lid shut and tucked the box into his pocket. Such worries were not for him. The Avatar of Pride could not be insecure, or so he told himself as he left the safety of his rooms in the House of Lamentation.

Jenn was not in her room when he went to check. Her bed was a tangled mess of pillows and blankets. A stack of books lay next to it on the floor, a mix of novels from Satan’s collection, a handful of Levi’s manga, and yesterday’s homework. Lucifer hoped she hadn’t stayed up too late reading. His eyes landed on the photographs wedged into the frame of her vanity mirror. Her human brothers. The photo paper was worn from being handled, the edges gone a little round.

Lucifer felt a smile at the corners of his lips, remembering Jenn’s stories about them. He studied their expressions in the pictures. There was something in those two mortal faces that reminded him of his own mischievous brothers. A hint of envy, a bit of greed, a touch of gluttony. Nothing he couldn’t handle, of course.

He left her room and headed for the dining room next, where nearly everyone was gathered for breakfast. Jenn wasn’t there either, and more strangely, Beel was missing too. Beel never missed meal time.

“I made waffles with poisonberry jam,” Asmo sang out as Lucifer walked in.

“They’re mostly gone,” Belphie added, speaking around a forkful of said waffle.

Lucifer wasn’t there for waffles. “Have you seen Jenn?” He scanned the table. “And where is Beel?”

“He hasn’t done anything.” Belphegor immediately jumped to his twin’s defense.

“I didn’t say he had. I asked where he was.” Lucifer fixed his gaze on Belphie, knowing it would take only a moment or two for the Avatar of Sloth to give in.

Mammon snickered, clearly relieved not to be in trouble this morning.

“He and Jenn ate early and left already. I think they said they were going to spar.” It was Asmodeus that answered while Belphie just stared at his plate.

“Excellent.” Lucifer turned to leave.

“Why are you looking for Jenn,” Satan interrupted his exit with a question. He shot Lucifer a knowing grin.

“That is none of your concern.” The Avatar of Pride paused. “Why?”

“No reason.” Satan shrugged. “Just call me curious.”

He gave his brothers a warning look before he left. Whatever they weren’t telling him would come clear, one way or another. It was always something. He supposed that was the cost of being the eldest.

Lucifer stopped to listen as he got close to the RAD sparring room. He could hear laughter and the sounds of impact - thuds and grunts and the snap of skin to skin contact. There were no other voices, which did not come as a surprise. Few demons voluntarily came to RAD early.

From the doorway he could see Beel. His brother was grinning widely, hands held up in front of him, feet in a wide stance. Jenn flashed into view, her body spinning and moving in a graceful flow. She shifted from moving on her feet to her hands, her legs a blur as she lashed out at Beel in a feint.

Beel caught her foot and tried to lift her, but she used the momentum to keep moving past him. Her leg hooked around his neck, pulling him backward. Had Beel not been a demon - and more specifically, the very fit Avatar of Gluttony- he would have fallen. As it was, he just laughed and held on to her.

Lucifer was quiet as he watched them. Jenn was so beautiful, even now. Her skin glistened with a sheen of well-earned sweat. The messy bun of hair atop her head hung askew, strands escaping. With her arms bare, he could see a hint of the scar at her shoulder, and the edge of Mammon’s pact mark as well.

Jenn noticed him before he announced his presence. Her eyes went wide and a faint blush touched her cheeks as if he’d caught her out in some embarrassing situation. “Luci! Good morning!”

Beel grinned. “Good morning!” He loosed his hold on Jenn and helped her to the floor. “Did you come to work out with us?”

“No.” Lucifer wanted to speak with Jenn alone, but she looked like she was having such a good time. His eyes met Jenn’s across the room. He didn’t need to say anything.

She patted Beel’s arm. “I’ll be right back.”

“That’s fine. I wanted to do some push-ups anyway.” Beelzebub dropped down and began counting them out with masochistic glee.

Jenn sauntered over and picked up a towel from the nearby rack. “What’s up?”

Lucifer studied her expression. Insouciance, a hint of challenge, a quiet joy that he’d come all the way over here to look for her. Adorable. He led her out to the hall and closed the door behind them.

RAD was still empty, with another two hours to the first bell. The halls were dim and every sound echoed. Aside from Beel, there was no one else around. No one to hear them if he -

“You’re looking at me the way Beel looks at a cheeseburger.”

Lucifer arched an eyebrow. “You’d be opposed to me eating you?”

“Not literally, I hope!” She laughed.

He felt a swell of pride that he’d brought that expression to her face. Lucifer grinned. “Well, not all of you. Not all at once.” A slight flush in her cheeks told him he’d scored a small victory in this verbal competition.

Jenn tucked her hair back, pretending she wasn’t affected. “I assume you don’t plan on eating me at all right here and now. So . . . why were you looking for me?” A sudden worry drew her brows together. “Did something happen?”

“Nothing like that.” He touched her cheek, letting his fingers rest there lightly. “I am taking you out this afternoon. Be ready by four.”

“I don’t know. I promised Mammon I would help him study and Levi wants me to play some new game with him. He needs the co-op achievement. And I was supposed to get help from Satan on my curses class-”

Lucifer leaned closer, stopping her words with a possessive kiss. He pulled her tight against him, feeling the sweat slick of her skin against his clothes. It took a considerable amount of will to break the kiss a few moments later. “Four. I’ll see you then.”

He let go of her and hurried down the hall, hoping to hide how little control he had around her. She was intoxicating. Every touch only made him want more. His hand touched the slight bulge in his pocket where the ring box lay. Soon, he thought.

The day passed in a blur of paperwork as he reviewed records, updated files, and all of the other minutiae that kept RAD running. His mind wasn’t on it no matter how hard he tried to keep focus.

Barbatos noticed, of course, and kept looking at him with a small secretive smile.

Diavolo knew something was going on, but if he knew what, he didn’t say. And he was always smiling so who could tell?

When three rolled around, Lucifer slowly closed the file he was working on and tucked it away. He placed his pens in their holder and locked his desk drawer.

“Packing up already?” Barbatos raised an eyebrow. “How unusual.”

“I told him he could take the afternoon off.” Diavolo didn’t look up from the papers he was reviewing.

“It must be a very special occasion for you to take an afternoon off. I’m curious. It’s not a holiday or a birthday . . . hm.” Barb tapped his lips with a gloved fingertip.

Diavolo finally glanced up. “That’s right! It’s not.” He sounded surprised, as if he’d just realized it.

Lucifer often felt these lapses were a mask. Diavolo perceived far more than he seemed to, and planned well enough that events often appeared to fall together just the way he intended even as he claimed ignorance. “Correct.” He picked up his jacket. “I will see you both tomorrow.”

“You can take tomorrow off too, if you want.” Diavolo grinned.

“Young Master, we may not want to offer him another day without reviewing our deadlines?” Barbatos gestured to the pile of disciplinary notices and administrative changes waiting for their action.

Diavolo sighed. “I guess there’s no rest for the wicked.”

“Nor the weary,” Lucifer agreed with a tight smile. “So . . . I will see you both tomorrow.” He left, keeping his speed and posture in careful check. He wanted to race home. This unseemly eagerness sped his pulse and left a yearning in his low belly that was difficult to ignore. But ignore it he did. He was the Avatar of Pride and he ran for no one.

He might have walked a little faster than normal.

The House of Lamentation loomed above the other houses and shops that shared the street. Light from its windows spilled into the gloom of the Devildom. It looked brighter, more alive, than it had for millenia. All because of one new resident. Lucifer could not help the smile that crept onto his face as he thought of Jenn. He patted his pocket, feeling the little velvet box there. Soon, she would be a part of the Devildom forever.

As the front door swung open, he heard an ear-splitting shriek. A half second later, Levi bolted across the front entrance, a half-stitched swath of fabric fluttering in the air behind him. Asmodeus was close on his tail.

“That was my new shirt!” Asmo’s shriek resolved into words as he burst into the hall. He didn’t see Lucifer at the entrance, and slammed into him. His arm caught Lucifer’s coat and jostled them both around. “Sorry,” Asmo yelped, and pelted after his brother as soon as he was untangled.

Home, thought Lucifer. The sounds of their scuffle echoed through the house and something crashed against a wall. He’d punish them both later. A few hours hung upside down would do them both good.

His room was as quiet as a grave when he shut the door behind him. Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief. He shrugged out of his coat and put the rest of his clothes in the laundry. He stepped into the shower, allowing himself a moment of relaxation under the hot water. Tonight would go perfectly. He had no reason to expect less.

Over the sound of the water against the tile, he heard his door open. Lucifer didn’t even think about his transformation. One moment, he looked more or less human. The next, horns grew from his head and his wings sprouted from his back, making the shower suddenly too small for him. The hot water steamed from his skin and pearled from the tips of his feathers. A dangerous energy flowed from him, an aura imperceptible excepting the heavy sense of doom surrounding that filled the room.

He opened the shower door and stepped out just as Jenn came into view. Her appraising gaze slid up his soap-slick body with slow appreciation. “Sorry,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “I thought I’d come down a little early.”

Lucifer gave her an admonishing look, despite a flush of pleasure at her expression. “You should knock first.”

“And give you time to put on a towel?” She laughed and took a step closer.

“Are you planning to scrub my back?” He raised an eyebrow. Jenn was already fully dressed for their date, her long hair pulled back in a complex five-strand braid, subtle make-up on her face.

She grinned. “I could! I wasn’t thinking so much about your back though. Which . . . is it alright? Your back?”

Lucifer gave her a knowing look. “I heal quickly.” He gestured toward his room. “Go and wait for me.”

Jenn didn’t obey, of course. Not so easily. She stepped closer instead. Close enough that the fabric of her night-blue dress nearly touched his wet skin. He could feel the whisper of it, as she leaned in to draw her finger across his collarbone. “Are you sure?”

For a heartbeat, he imagined pushing her back against the tiled shower wall, shoving the dress up past her hips and taking her. Driving deep while she clung to him, those sharp little nails furrowing his skin. He could almost feel her gasp against his mouth, the sounds of her pleasure muffled by his lips and questing tongue.

She laughed softly as she saw the impact she had on him. Her fingers drew down his chest and over his abdomen.

He stopped her before she went lower still. “Out.”

Jenn pouted. It made him want to kiss her more. “Fine. Spoilsport.”

Lucifer grabbed her hand before she could part, and lifted to his lips. He nipped the ends of her fingers and watched the way a shiver of pleasure ran through her at each sharp little bite. “Do not think you have escaped my attentions, Jenn. I will make you pay for this teasing. Later. At a time I choose.” The words had that heavy, charged feeling of magic, like a blessing or a curse.

She blushed, her body language clearly conflicted. What she wanted now versus the tension and pay off of waiting . . . this too was part of the game they played with each other. Drawing out the desire until they were filled with nothing but. “Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she said finally, her voice breathy.

Lucifer watched her saunter away and had serious second thoughts on his decision. But changing his mind would give her the victory. Instead he hurried - not that he would admit as much - to finish his shower and dress.

When he entered his room, she was perched atop his black satin sheets, her skirt ruched up around her thighs. It was very tempting just then to call the date off completely. They could make love, and he would propose to her in the midst of their mutual devastation . . . romantic? Perhaps. Or not. Certainly not the date he planned, with a table reserved at Ristorante Six.

“Let’s go.” He picked up his coat and pulled it on, his hands immediately going to check his pocket. The familiar shape of the small velvet box was not there. He quickly patted the other pockets but it wasn’t in any of them. Lucifer knelt to see if the box had fallen out, perhaps rolled under the bed.

Jenn gaze him a quizzical look. “Did you drop something?”

“No.” There was nothing on the floor near his jacket, nor under the bed, or anywhere that he could see.

“Umm. Ok. So why are you on the floor?”

Lucifer knew he had the ring when he returned from RAD. It was there just before he came in and - “Asmo!”

“You’re on the floor because of Asmo?”

Lucifer stood and held out his hand. “Come. I need to look at the entry hall.”

“Oh! Is this about Levi stealing Asmo’s new shirt?” She hopped off the bed and took his hand.

“Is that what happened?”

Jenn nodded. “Sort of. Levi assumed the Akuzon delivery was his, and I guess the shirt fabric is the same pattern as Ruri Chan’s dress in episode 237? Anyway, he decided to make a dress for his plushie Ruri Chan, only Asmo caught him halfway into the project.”

Lucifer sighed. “I should have guessed it was something like that. But no. I - dropped something in the entry when Asmodeus bumped into me. We will get it, and then we can go.”

“Alright.” Jenn smiled up at him. “So what are we looking for?”

“Hm.” Lucifer made a noncommittal sound. Describing the ring box would ruin the surprise. “You need not concern yourself. I will find it.”

He scoured the entry hall and the front step, but to no avail. A pit opened in his chest, a dark despair he had not felt in millenia. Had he lost it? The stone was irreplaceable. There were other shadow gems, to be sure, but none quite like this one. None that held the night sky in their depths, the abyss of stars that reminded him so of his beloved mortal. It was one of a kind. And it was gone.

Jenn watched him search, a concerned look on her face. She didn’t know why he was unhappy, but she could sense it even through his carefully relaxed expression.

“I need to talk to Asmodeus. I’ll be right back.” Lucifer turned to head up the steps.

“Do I need to smack some sense into him for you?” Her ferocity was adorable, he thought. She knew as well as he how to handle his brothers, though her methods differed. The product of having her own rambunctious mortal family.

Lucifer shook his head. “Not this time.” She followed him upstairs, a bundle of curiosity and concern.

Asmodeus was right where Lucifer expected him. Sulking at his vanity, an array of lotions, oils, and cosmetics in front of him.

“You ran into me.” Lucifer didn’t need to say much to get his brother’s attention. They knew him well enough that the threat was implicit. He was elder brother and father figure, and they loved and resented him accordingly.

Asmo turned, his eyes wide and sad. “You can’t blame me for that! It was Levi’s fault. Look what he did to my new shirt!” He fished a jumble of cloth from the floor beside him. It might have been a shirt once. There was at least a bit of sleeve. The rest had been cut apart and stitched back together into a tiny sundress.

“I’m not here about that.” Lucifer took a step closer. “When you hit me, did you notice anything?”

His brother looked confused. “Anything?”

“An object falling out of my pocket? Maybe you grabbed it before it fell.” He didn’t need to tell Asmodeus exactly what was lost.

“An object?” Asmo wrinkled his nose.

“Yes,” Jenn replied before Lucifer could. “Something small enough to fit in his pocket and important enough to be mysterious. May or may not be magical. You remember anything like that?”

Asmo preened under Jenn’s gaze. “Well . . . no. I mean, I was really just angry with Levi. I didn’t notice much when I was chasing him. But maybe if you sat with me, it would help me think back through it.” He patted the spot next to him.

“Unnecessary.” Lucifer frowned at his brother.

“Pffft. There you go again. Always hogging Jenn to yourself. You know, just because you’re the oldest, you don’t get dibs or something.” Asmo crossed his arms, lips pursed in a determined pout.

Jenn patted his shoulder. “We’ll do facials together tomorrow. Or if you like, we can do mani-pedis! Your toes are looking a little bland.”

“Bland?” Asmo squealed and lifted his foot. “This is not bland! This is Inferno! It’s the hottest shade this season.”

“Hmm. Well it just looks red to me. Pretty, but you know, the same color everyone else has right now . . .” Jenn shrugged.

Lucifer took her arm. “Let’s go. There are a few other places I can check on the way to my room. It must be here somewhere.”

“Wait! Jenn! What about my toes? Are they really . . . boring?” Asmo was almost panicked now.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” she teased.

Lucifer led her out and shut the door on his brother’s flailing. “At least he isn’t still complaining about the shirt.”

“Exactly.” Jenn grinned.

“That was your objective?”

She shrugged. “He needed a distraction. Now he’ll be focused on hunting down exciting new nail colors and not obsessing about revenge or whinging about our date.”

“Nicely done.” Lucifer kissed her temple.

Jenn nearly purred under his approval, so rarely spoken.

The two of them walked slowly from the entrance hall toward Lucifer’s room. He kept his eye on the floor, checking for any glimpse of the tiny box. Lucifer was so focused on the task that he nearly ran into Belphegor. It was only Jenn tugging his arm that stopped him.

Belphie and Satan stood together just a little ways down the hall from Lucifer’s room, whispering together. Likely planning a curse or ridiculous prank. Lucifer gave them a baleful glare.

Satan returned it with interest. “Aren’t you supposed to be out already? Or are you taking Jenn on a date inside the House of Lamentation?” His arched brow spoke volumes on what he thought of that.

Belphegor nodded. “Yeah. Thought you already left.”

“I would be, but it seems I’ve . . . misplaced something.” Lucifer hated admitting it. Especially to these two, who constantly challenged his authority.

Jenn leaned forward, grinning widely. “We are going on a fancy date. After we find the mysterious missing object.”

Satan raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Lucifer grimaced. “I planned to be out by now. But I cannot leave until I find the . . . item.”

Belphegor sighed tiredly. “I didn’t see anything. But . . .”

“But?” The Avatar of Pride suppressed his desire to pick Belphie up and shake the rest out of him.

“Come on Belphie.” Jenn nudged him.

“I don’t know. It’s probably not important.” Belphegor shrugged.

Satan frowned. “We don’t even know what you’re looking for. How are we supposed to know if we saw it or not?”

“You’d know if you did.” Lucifer’s gaze was fixed on the Avatar of Sloth. “Now. Tell me what you know and I’ll forget that you skipped RAD for three days in a row to nap.”

“Busted,” Jenn whispered.

“How did you-” Belphie caught himself. Another tired sigh and then he mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?”

Belphegor gave him a look of pure malice. “I said. I saw Mammon smiling about something. He ran into his room and slammed the door. So maybe he found whatever you lost. I mean . . . what else does he have to look so happy about?”

Lucifer didn’t wait for Belphie to finish. He grabbed Jenn’s hand and made for Mammon’s room.

At his brother’s door, he paused. The last thing he wanted was to reveal the ring. Proposing in the midst of Mammon’s trash would not be . . . ideal. “Wait here.”

Jenn gave him a confused look. “Why?”

“Because I asked you to.”

“Well. Technically you told me to. But fine.”

He gave her a quick kiss and then ducked into Mammon’s room. The door shut behind him.

“Lucifer!” Mammon jumped as he spun around to face his elder brother. “Hey! What - what are you doing in my room?” His hands were tucked behind his back.

He took a step forward. “I misplaced something precious to me. I was wondering if you might have seen it.”

His brother paled. “Uh. No. I didn’t see any ring.”

Lucifer smiled thinly. “I didn’t say it was a ring.”

Mammon winced. “Ah, are you sure? I think you did.”

“I did not.” Lucifer took another step closer.

“Oh.” Mammon took a step back.

“If I find the ring in my hand by the time I count to three, I will forget that you took something that wasn’t yours to sell.” He held out his hand.

“How do I even know it was yours, huh? I mean, I just found a box on the floor! It didn’t have your name on it. Finders keepers!” Mammon’s eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape.

“One.”

A shudder ran through Mammon’s body. “I wasn’t gonna sell it! When I saw it . . . I wanted to give it to - to somebody.”

“Two.”

“Come on! It was just laying there. Can’t you just get another one? I mean, what are you even gonna do with it?”

“That is none of your concern. Three.” Lucifer reached for his brother, but Mammon was fast. He ducked out of the way and ran for the door.

“Haha! Yeah! You might be older but that just makes you slower!” He threw open the door but Jenn was waiting out there.

She had no idea why Mammon was running, but she wasn’t going to let him pass. Jenn swept his legs out from under him and gave him a light push. She was kinder about the landing though, catching his arm on the way down to soften the impact. “So what did he do this time, hm?”

“Nothing! I didn’t do anything at all! Lucifer just came in and started yelling at me!” Mammon tried to sit up, but Jenn was having none of it.

“You know, my brothers used to say the same thing when I caught them trying to sneak out after bedtime.” Jenn grinned at him.

Lucifer crouched down and held his hand out again.

Mammon sighed, his shoulders falling in surrender. “Fine. Here ya go.” He dropped the box into his brother’s hand. “Can I get up now?”

Luci gave Jenn a nod and she let go of Mammon. She wasn’t doing much to hold him now anyway. Her eyes were on the box. Lucifer knew she wasn’t stupid. It was obviously a jewelry box, too small to be a necklace or a bracelet. Still, he tucked it away without saying anything about it. “Let’s go.”

She gave him a quizzical smile. “Curiouser and curiouser.” Jenn followed him out.

They walked in silence, leaving the House of Lamentation behind. Lucifer realized it was too late to make their reservations. It figured that his brothers would find a way to ruin the night. But he wasn’t going to lose. He was too proud to give up, especially now that he had Jenn all to himself. “Are you alright going to Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Yeah. That actually sounds great. I know Ristorante has better food, but sometimes you just want a Hellfire Curry, you know?” She snaked her arm through his and leaned against him.

Lucifer luxuriated in the feel of her for a moment, just enjoying the closeness and the quiet. “Mmm. Yes, that does sound good.”

She bumped against his hip lightly. “So . . . is tonight a special occasion? It’s not an anniversary. Or my birthday.”

“It isn’t. But it is a very special night.”

“Why is that, hm?”

“Patience.” He smiled down at her.

She pretended a pout, but the glimmer in her eyes told him she was enjoying the mystery.

The restaurant wasn’t very busy and they were able to get a good table with a view of the city street. Lucifer listened to Jenn recount her day, the frustration with curses and her improvements in alchemy. He loved listening to her. It wasn’t just her voice either. It was the excitement in her, the joy with which she approached everything. As if the day to day life in the Devildom were a grand adventure.

“Do you ever miss home? The mortal realm,” Lucifer asked when she fell silent.

Jenn’s smile faded a little. “I do. I miss my brothers. My friends. But -” she took a breath, “I know I can always go back if I want to. And I really love being here. I love living in the House of Lamentation and going to RAD. I love you.”

A warmth lit Lucifer’s heart. It was so different from the raw lust he felt for her, the possessiveness, the pride of having her choose him. It was more gentle, harkening to a time before but still very much a part of the demon he was now. As if those two opposite pieces of his life melded at her touch. “I know you do. But I want to make sure you continue to be happy here.”

“Well. I am.” She smiled brightly again.

They finished dinner and Lucifer ordered a slice of Hell cheesecake to share. He lifted the first forkful and held it up for her to take a bite.

“You’ve got to be joking. I can feed myself.”

“Of course you can. But this is a date. Or are you saying you won’t let me do this? After everything you have let me do?” The depths of his eyes sparkled with mischief.

Jenn giggled. “Oh fine. As long as no one is looking.”

“If anyone does, I’ll destroy them.”

“You know, I’m never sure if you’re joking when you say that.” She opened her mouth to let him feed her.

“Neither am I,” he admitted, leaning forward and sliding the fork between her lips. He watched the sensual way she closed her mouth around it, the pure pleasure of something sweet on her tongue. She was so beautiful when she was enjoying herself.

She took the fork from his hand. “Your turn.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“It’s only fair. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“I can deny you nothing.” He parted his lips with an expectant look.

Jenn blushed as she gently pushed a bit of cheesecake into his mouth. “Wow. I didn’t think you really would.”

“If you ask it of me and it is in my power, I will give it.” He took her hand and kissed it.

“I’ll have to think of something really good then.” She laughed, though her gaze was serious. “You know I would do the same for you.”

“You already told me you love me,” Lucifer smiled back at her.

They left the restaurant, and he took her the long way home. The path that led up the hill where the park sat in eternal twilight. Night-roses and fire blossoms spread their petals under the twinkling stars. A blood-red crescent moon peeked over the distant horizon. Delicate skeletal moths flitted through the air beneath the gaze of more dangerous things that hunted in the Devildom skies.

“It’s a really nice night.” Jenn squeezed his hand.

Lucifer nodded but his gaze wasn’t on the park or the night sky. He was watching the most lovely bloom of all. For a moment, he felt as if all the air was knocked out of him. His chest constricted, tight and unyielding, as he sank down onto one knee.

Jenn’s eyes went wide, her lips parted with a surprised breath.

“I want you by my side. You will marry me.” He slipped the tiny velvet box from his pocket and opened the lid. The Eye of the Abyss glowed with its own soft light, the stars inside moving in an arcane dance as old as time itself.

“I . . . are you . . .” She seemed at a loss for words.

“Yes. That is the only response I will accept.” The words were bold but his heart clenched and thudded against his ribcage.

“Yes. Oh. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! YES. I - I never imagined you - I mean marriage? To me?” Her hand shook as she reached tentatively for the ring.

Lucifer slipped it onto her finger. It fit perfectly, as he’d known it would. “When we made our pact, I never intended to let you go. And now I never will.” He pulled her into his arms, hungry for her touch.

The kiss began gently, almost nervous as if it were their first. But passion took over and Lucifer could not help but dominate her. His lips claimed her, his tongue tasted her, reveling in the possession of her mouth. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress, stroking her calves, her thighs.

She was no less eager, popping the buttons of his shirt in her greed to feel his skin.

Lucifer wanted to tear her panties from her and let his tongue delve those depths as well, but it was pride that stopped him. Here, in the park, he could not do all of the things he wanted to her. It would be a quick love-making. A sensual snack to taunt his desire, but not nearly enough to sate him.

He picked Jenn up. “We are going home.”

Her laugh surprised him. “You’re gonna make me wait, after that kiss?”

“Yes.” He grinned. “I am going to tease you the whole way back. Patience, remember?” He slid his finger across the silk between her legs, feeling the warmth beneath.

Jenn shivered, her breath a little unsteady. “Oh. Oh that’s cruel.”

“And you love it.” He gave her another hungry kiss.

“I do,” she admitted when he drew back.

“Good. Because it’s too late for you to escape now.” Lucifer carried her back, and true to his promise, he made every step of the trip home a pleasurable torment for them both.

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