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Time | Obey Me! part 2 of Broken Bonds

Fandom: Obey Me! Rating: General Word Count: 5.770 Genre: Hurt | Slice of Life | Angst | slight Comfort Summary: Thinking you had everything under control, it took only one visit to shatter that comfort you lived in. Notes: I-I honestly can’t say anything about this. I thought of writing fluff for part 2, but alas it didn’t happen. I do hope some of your questions will be answered. As it seems there’s most like going to be part 3 as well!

Those who haven’t read part 1, you can read it here.

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Lucifer shut his eyes as he leaned forward on the table. He let out a silent sigh, but was quick to look towards the door when he heard a knock.

“Come in,” he spoke quietly, but still loud enough.

The doors opened and for a moment he saw you walk inside. Your smile was present as you held a tray with coffee in one hand. His eyes widened and he was about to call for your name, but your silhouette disappeared, leaving a bitter emotion in its wake.

Instead, Simeon stood on the doorway, his gaze knowing and Lucifer couldn’t find it in himself to dismiss him before he could speak of his business. He sighed once again, but lowered his gaze back on papers, which oddly belonged to you. They were your graded papers of your stay in Devildom that professors gave to him to hand them to you. Lucifer couldn’t tell them you were gone.

“I brought some coffee with me.” Simeon spoke and walked inside, closing the door behind. His lips twitched into a smile at the reaction he received—disbelief, dislike.

“I have no need for it.” Lucifer replied. He didn’t argue when Simeon ignored and approached his desk, placing the tray down before he sat down.

“You still prefer it black, don’t you?”

“What’s your business here, Simeon?” Lucifer went straight to the point, making the angel chuckle. He narrowed his eyebrows, taking the cup he was given with gratitude nonetheless.

“How are your brothers?” the angel asked instead, still partly ignoring the first born. “I heard they … made quite a ruckus a couple of weeks ago.” He continued, taking a sip of the coffee. He hummed at the taste of it. His blue eyes pierced right through Lucifer’s. “It must hurt that a mere human was the one to break your pact just when you formed it, doesn’t it?”

The cup Lucifer was holding cracked into pieces, his demon form coming forth.

Simeon widened his eyes, yet didn’t feel intimidated by it in the least. “How odd…” he murmured. “You care about them now, but not when they were still here. Care to share?”

“I have no business with you, Simeon.” Lucifer gritted through his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. “State your reason or leave. As far as I know, the exchange program has been delayed until further notice.”

“I must correct you there.” Simeon placed the cup back on the tray, eyes staring right into his. “Lord Diavolo hasn’t told you of it yet, but [Name] won’t return.” Lucifer’s eyes widened. “When they broke your pact, it should’ve been clear enough.” He stood up, expression changing to sadness. “This time they’re gone for good.”

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Luke fidgeted on his feet while looking around. Holding a small bag in his hands, his eyes widened and almost yelped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and sighed from relief, recognizing Solomon. “You scared me.” He murmured with one hand over his chest.

“I apologize,” Solomon smiled. He eyed the bag, smiling. “Have you found them?”

Luke nodded. “They’re at-uh-at the cemetery…” he stammered and averted his gaze to the side. “I-I found them a couple of days ago.”

Solomon nodded in understanding. “Shall we meet them halfway?”

Luke blinked. He nodded a moment later. “But…” he stopped quickly after he began walking. Solomon raised an eyebrow in wonder. “What if they refuse to meet us?”

“They’re not like that,” The sorcerer answered. “They’re still going through a hard time, which is understandable, but I doubt they’d hate to see us. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Biting on his lower lip, Luke stared at the bag before he quietly nodded. Solomon smiled and just as they were about to continue, a quiet voice called from behind; “Solomon?” making them turn. Their eyes widened when they saw you standing there. You were holding a grocery bag, which meant you went to the store on the way. For a moment they both thought you were okay, but the moment they looked closer, they could see your hair was messier and dark circles beneath your dull eyes. Your face was paler and before anyone could say a word, Luke was already embracing you, his arms tight around your waist.

Your eyes were wide as you stared down at the young angel. A small smile spread across your lips quickly after and you patted his head. “It’s been long, Luke.” Your voice was soft and quiet, yet it didn’t have that happiness it always seemed to hold.

Solomon approached the two of you, a smile present. “It’s good to see you.”

Your gaze met his and you nodded, replying; “You as well.” Pulling Luke away, you caressed his cheek, frowning when you spotted tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” you asked, nibbling on your lip.

“How are you feeling?” Solomon asked instead.

You looked at him, frowning. “Alright,”

“I didn’t mean that.” he shook his head and you startled, realizing what he meant. “All seven pacts were broken at the same time. You should rest more.”

“I’m alright,” you repeated with a sigh. “I need to occupy myself.”

Solomon shook his head. “You’re as stubborn as you’ve always been.”

You chuckled at his words. “I was learning from the best.”

The sorcerer sighed, shaking his head once more. Luke meddled with the bag in his hands before handing it over to you. You blinked in confusion but took the bag.

“I-I made some cookies…” Luke stammered, looking all around than at you. The corners of your lips turned upwards in a small smile. “It-it’s the ones you like be-best…”

“Thank you,” You whispered. Putting it inside the grocery bag, you looked at both. “Would you like a cup of tea, coffee?”

“We don’t want to impose on you.” Solomon softly smiled.

“Nonsense,” you chuckled. “I like your company.” You blinked, eyes widening when you realized what you said. Cheeks heating up you cleared your throat.

“We’d love to!” Luke squeaked.

You blinked, but quickly nodded, expression softening. “Well then,” you murmured and continued your way.

Solomon and Luke were quick to join, each on your sides. While Solomon remained silent most of the time, Luke on the other hand was quite chatty. To say the least, you were quite glad to talk about something entirely different than one and the same thing; your family. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss Luke, Solomon and Simeon. You missed them a lot, but you couldn’t deny that you missed the brothers as well. With their help, you made sure to disappear from the place you once called home. As much as it hurt you, you knew that would be the first place the brothers would visit once they realized the pact, bond was broken.

Thankfully, Solomon didn’t question you about them. Luke didn’t mention anything related to Devildom and whenever Simeon visited you – which was rarely, much to your disappointment – he only sat there and listened to you as you talked or just both sat in complete silence, observing the nature around.

And just like that, time passed by without you realizing.

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Five years. It took five years for them to get a sign. Five years to catch a glimpse of you for just a mere second.

“Lucifer,” Barbatos spoke before Lucifer could leave.

“Yes?” Lucifer turned to look at him. He was impatient, Barbatos could see, because they both knew that lead he had could disappear any moment. He couldn’t waste time.

“Lord Diavolo is asking for you.”

Lucifer stilled. He missed the way Barbatos’ lips turned in an almost invisible smile as Lucifer thought through. Should he go to Lord Diavolo? Or should he apologize and go to his brothers and tell him what he found.

“Barbatos—” Lucifer began, but the said demon shook his head, saying; “It’s alright.”

The corners of Lucifer’s lips turned upwards as he lowered his head, turned around and disappeared down the hallway. Barbatos stood there for a moment until he heard footsteps approaching.

“It seems that little tip was successful.” Diavolo spoke, arms crossed over his chest.

“Are you certain it will help?” Barbatos turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised. “They’re still…quite emotional when it comes to them.”

Diavolo chuckled. “If there’s one place they’re most safe in, it’s in their own house. If memory isn’t betraying me, Solomon and Simeon themselves helped.”

“Ah,” Barbatos nodded, remembering as well, as he caressed his chin. “They’re hasty.” Diavolo hummed in agreement. Barbatos’ eyes sparkled with a vision, smile returning. “It was a shame [Name] refused to come back…” he murmured more to himself, but Diavolo’s laughter grew, which let Barbatos know he heard it.

“We can only wish for their safe reunion.”

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“What?!” Mammon exclaimed. He sprung on his feet, eyes wide as he stared at Lucifer. “Are ya sure? Really, really sure?”

“Of course I am.” Lucifer snapped rather harshly. “We must act quickly before it disappears.”

“Well, where are they?” Leviathan asked, his fingers meddling together.

“They moved to the countryside, which is why I couldn’t find them.” Lucifer explained. “That sorcerer must have helped them too.”

Asmodeus flinched at the side, frowning a moment later. “It can’t be…” he murmured, holding for his chin. “Whenever I asked if he saw them, he always said he hadn’t seen them since they left.”

“He’s a sorcerer,” Belphegor’s gaze hardened. “And he can order you around. What makes you think he wouldn’t lie either?”

Asmodeus pursued lips into a thin line when Satan spoke; “When we find them, how much should we tell?” looking directly at Lucifer.

The question made everyone quiet down. All looked at Lucifer, waiting for him.

The demon in question tapped his chin with arms crossed over his chest. “With the witch gone, I don’t think it would be a bad idea to tell the truth.” He spoke slowly, carefully. “Well, of course if they wish to see us.”

“Of course they woulda!” Mammon was quick to oppose. “I-I mean it’s them!”

“As much as I wish to agree with Mammon with that weak excuse, Lucifer is half right.” Satan sighed, shaking his head. “If they managed to hide from us for five years without leaving a trace in their wake, what makes us think they would want to see us.”

“We can explain the situation.” Leviathan bit on his lower lip, looking from one brother to another. “I-I mean, we-we owe them t-that much.”

Pain was visible on everyone’s faces, regret much obvious.

“What if they refuse to meet us before we even get to them?” Beelzebub spoke.

The silence that spread throughout the living room inside the House of Lamentation was deafening.

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Tending to a rose bush beside your small garden, you were humming to yourself. The sun shone, not a single cloud in vicinity.

“I wonder how tomatoes are growing…” you murmured and walked over to tomato plants, smiling softly when you saw the first fruit. Squatting down, you observed the fruit for a while before you straightened up and walked over to where you had more vegetables planted. “Just a bit more…” you hummed as you walked over to a fence. Leaving the garden, you closed the fence door and walked over to the house.

The house was built just outside the small town where you lived, surrounded by a forest and first neighbour more than hundred meters away. You liked this place more than you thought you would – a place where no one could find you; a place where you could make your own food, baked whatever you wanted to bake and how many times you wanted to—which reminded you …

Eyes wide, you rushed inside the house, hearing an alarm beeping constantly.

“Damn it!” you cursed as you quickly reached for the kitchen towel, opened the oven and sighed in relief, seeing the cookies weren’t burnt too much. Turning off the oven, you took out the baking tray and placed it on the counter. Smiling more to yourself, a sudden chill ran down your spine, making you shudder.

Suddenly a memory came to you; a memory of a certain demon that never left your side. Your eyes grew wide and you took a stumbling step back, supporting yourself on the counter. Your breath hitched and pain spread inside your chest with every breath you took. Shaking your head, another memory resurfaced, this time of another demon, who was eating a lot, but still never had enough. Your eyes welled up. You felt fingers closing around your throat and it took you a moment to realize you were scratching your neck, trying to get rid of the imprints he left behind.

“Get out…” You whispered, eyes shut.

Dark eyes, with a tint of red, stared down at you. You whimpered, trying to make yourself smaller, but the emptiness inside you made it impossible to forget them.

“Si-Simeon…” you whisper-called, looking around. “Simeon…” you called once more, calling the angel’s name like a mantra, a prayer, but no matter how much you tried to, he wasn’t there. Your heart ached, tears streaming down your cheeks as you continued to call for him, for Luke, for Solomon.

They didn’t come.

A knock on your door woke you from past memories. Turning your head towards the door, you frowned. Knowing if it were one of the angels or Solomon, they would apparite beside you like they did every time before. Which meant it must be either your relatives or one of the few neighbours paying you a visit.

Taking a couple of deep breaths, you quickly wiped away the tears before you walked on the hallway and opened the door with a smile on your lips.

As quickly as it came, it disappeared. You blinked with your eyes as they grew wider. You were slow to comprehend what was going on, but you knew those faces. You knew those two pairs of purple eyes and behind them the bright brown eyes that stared at you in relief. Yet the moment they saw you, relief morphed into worry and sadness and Beelzebub reached out his hand to you, to hold you only to feel a tingling sensation the moment his hand passed the doorway. He retracted his hand like he was burnt, gaze confused as he stared at it.

“How…how did y-you find me?” you stuttered with a weak voice.

“It doesn’t matter—” Asmodeus began, but you overtook him with a sharp, cold; “Leave.”

You wanted to close the door, but Belphegor stepped forward, his palm slamming on it only to hiss at the pain. Your eyes widened and before he could say anything, you stumbled backwards, falling on the floor. There was fear in your eyes; fear that all three brothers knew too well. They heard your breath hitch in your throat. Asmodeus took a step forward in worry, but stopped when Belphegor raised his hand.

“Something’s wrong.” He said, hissing when he finally pulled his hand back.

“Does it hurt?” Beelzebub reached for the younger’s hand.

Belphegor shook his head. “Just stings a bit.” He answered and turned back your way when a choking sound escaped you. His expression saddened, having a hunch what must have spooked you. “We should call for Simeon or Solomon.”

“Why?” Asmodeus narrowed his eyebrows.

Belphegor stared at the doorway, eyebrows narrowed. He didn’t want to admit it. It wasn’t in your nature.

Feeling another presence behind them and a desperate call of your name made Asmodeus and Beelzebub turn just in time they saw a mop of white hair pass them by.

Belphegor’s eyes widened as he was pushed to the side. “Mammon, wait!” he reached out, but Mammon already stepped through the doorway only to fall on his knees. “Mammon!” he called, Beelzebub moving to reach forward, but didn’t hold him in time.

Mammon was holding for his head, hunched over on the floor. You blinked with your eyes, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks as you watched Mammon writhing in pain. You covered your mouth as his fingers dug into his scalp. He was grunting with eyes shut, sweat forming on his forehead.

“M-Mammon …” You whisper-called, heart breaking at the sight of him being in pain. Your hands were shaking when you reached out slowly, afraid for any quick movements. He flinched under your touch and moved backwards, feeling like he was burnt. His eyes were wide as he stared at you. You retracted your hand to your chest, sadness overwhelming you. “L…eave…” you choked on your tears.

It took Mammon’s whole power to stumble out of your house. Beelzebub was quick to help him on his feet, Asmodeus checking for any bruise while Mammon and Belphegor never looked away from you. There wasn’t any sadness in Mammon’s eyes and neither was anger, for which you begged to be. You wanted him to be angry at you. No, in Mammon’s eyes was disappointment, his expression full of sorrow as realization seemed to dawn on him.

Belphegor’s gaze on the other hand was expressionless. But knowing him, even if for a short while, you could spot despair that only made you feel worse.

Shutting the door, you leaned a hand on it with eyes shut as you let the tears fall. You didn’t know how they found you, knowing both Solomon and Simeon made sure that every trace behind you disappeared. Then again, a part of you expected it; expected that sooner or later they’d be there.

“I’m so…sorry…” you whispered as you placed your other hand on your chest.

Pain intensified and it took you a moment to realize a pair of hands holding for your shoulders. Your sobs were undoubtedly heard outside where all seven brothers stood. Lucifer and Asmodeus were tending to Mammon while Satan and Belphegor talked. Beelzebub and Leviathan stood beside, glancing from one brother to another in worry while occasionally glancing at your door as well. This wasn’t how they wanted it to go. They didn’t want to see anyone in pain, especially you. And yet there they were, being the very cause once again.

What seemed like eternity was only ten minutes when the door opened, revealing Simeon. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were giving him away.

“How’s Mammon?” He was the first to break the silence.

“’m fine…” he groaned, trying to push Asmodeus’ hand from his arm, but unsuccessfully.

“He’s not as powerful as before.” Lucifer began slowly, eyes focused on the angel. “Simeon,” he called, eyebrows narrowed; “why is there a spell against demons?”

Leviathan’s and Asmodeus’ eyes widened while Belphegor and Satan stilled. All seven brothers were looking at Simeon, who averted his gaze back at the house.

“You shouldn’t have come.” Simeon said instead.

“Simeon.” Lucifer gritted through his teeth.

Simeon turned, his eyes meeting with Lucifer’s, both of their wings displaying as neither backed down. Leviathan took a step back as Mammon stumbled forward, Beelzebub and Asmodeus barely catching him before he could fall on the ground. Satan gritted his teeth while Belphegor remained passive, observing the situation.

“We have the right to know. They have the right to know why we’re here.”

“You should have told me beforehand.” Simeon didn’t back down, gaze turning into glare. “It took them two years to be where they are today. You have no right to come unannounced.”

Lucifer frowned. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “We came to apologize.”

“A little late, don’t you think?” the angel hissed.

“You’ve grown quite overprotective in these five years.” Lucifer snarled, their glares clashing.

“Can you please not fight in front of their house?” A new voice spoke, making all turn to the side.

Asmodeus’ eyes widened. “Solomon!” he called before spotting the other angel beside.

Solomon was shaking his head as Luke glanced from Simeon to Lucifer. “We came as soon as possible when you contacted Luke.” Solomon looked at Simeon, who lowered his head in thanks. “And for your information,” he looked at Lucifer; “that spell is for witches as well, not just demons.”

“You made it?” Lucifer asked.

“All three of us did.” Luke answered. “We couldn’t let them be an open target for any of you.” He huffed, his arms crossed over his chest. He yelped at the glare Lucifer sent him and how the tension only intensified.

“Why don’t you all calm down while I check on [Name] and see if they’re okay to meet with any of you?” Solomon was smiling, but his words were sharp. He exchanged glances with Simeon, who nodded once, before he and Luke disappeared inside the house. They found you sitting on the sofa, the smell of cinnamon reaching their noses and it made them smile. “I see you were baking…” Solomon broke the silence.

You raised your head and smiled softly. “I-I thought I b-burnt them…” you stuttered.

Solomon chuckled and knelt in front of you as Luke cupped your face, looking it over for a bruise or any kind of abuse. All they saw was tear-stained cheeks and red eyes.

“You don’t have to meet them anymore.” Solomon’s voice was quiet. He placed one hand on your knee, making you look at him. “Simeon and I can tell them to leave. We can make your trace disappear again. Just say the word and we’ll do it.”

“They’re strong…” you replied, expression turning sadder.

“You’re forgetting I have pacts with seventy-two demons.” He bopped your nose and you chuckled. “And Simeon is an angel. I believe we can give them a hard time while Luke helps you hide.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes. Leaning forward, you let out a shaky breath. “I’m tired of hiding; tired of always looking behind and being scared of my own shadow. I want to end this once and for all.” You hoped you were ready.

Solomon looked at Luke, whose lips were pursued into a thin line. A silent conversation was exchanged between before Solomon sighed. “Alright…” he murmured and stood up. “Then perhaps this spell could be broken until then, no?” he looked at you.

“I… Yes…” you answered with a small nod and stood from the sofa. “Will you be here?”

“If you wish.”

“Please…”

“Alright,” Solomon nodded. He reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze. A small smile spread across your lips. Releasing your hand, he turned to Luke, adding; “I’ll leave and talk with Simeon.” before he disappeared from the house.

You remained in the living room with Luke staring at the door. Both of you could hear voices either interrupting or growing louder. Luke unconsciously held your hand and you gripped it a bit tighter, feeling your own heart wanting to break through. It wasn’t long until voices quieted down that your nervousness grew.

And then you felt it. Felt how the spell disappeared around, leaving you bare of any protection. Luke squeezed your hand tighter and you took in a shaky breath before the doors opened. Solomon walked inside, his eyes immediately finding yours. A silent question was exchanged, if you were alright, and you found yourself nodding your head.

Turning back outside, Solomon opened the doors wider. The first one you spotted was Simeon, who was closely observing the brothers and it made you feel slightly better. Having not only Simeon on your side to protect you, but also Luke and Solomon made you feel calmer. You knew the brothers wouldn’t dare to hurt you without a reason, but there was still that what if that lingered in the back of your mind.

Your gaze fell on Mammon second seeing him being supported by Beelzebub and Asmodeus. Eyes welling, you forced yourself to look away from his blue eyes that felt like boring through your soul. Freeing your hand from Luke’s hold, you wrapped arms around yourself, wanting to distance yourself from everyone.

Sensing your discomfort, Luke was quick to reach for your hand once again, this time refusing to let it go. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was staring at the brothers, his eyes focused on their every move. He gripped your hand tighter, a silent; “I’m here,” spoken within the action.

“Let’s…let’s go to the living room…” You were the first to break the silence, tension slightly rising. Without another look or word, you disappeared into the kitchen with Luke beside. Letting out a shaky breath, your knees gave out the moment you leaned on the counter.

Luke’s eyes widened and he was quick to be beside, his gaze filled with worry.

“I-I’m okay…” you whispered with a stutter, but Luke didn’t believe you. “I’m o-okay, just-just overwhelmed…” you forced a smile. You continued before he had time to open his mouth; “Want to help me with drinks?”

“I don’t think they want to drink.” Luke’s gaze hardened, turning into a glare.

With a chuckle, you straightened on your feet and messed his hair. “It’s a courtesy to offer tea or coffee to the guests.” You explained as you reached for a cabinet above where tea and coffee cups were inside.

“But they came unannounced. You only just baked these cookies!” he opposed, pout on his lips.

This time you freely laughed as you put the kettle on the stove. “Thank you for worrying about me, but I have you, Simeon and Solomon beside. I’m not afraid.”

Narrowing his eyebrows, Luke stared at you before he sighed and shook with his head. His pout only grew, yet he helped you nonetheless.

You didn't realize until you put cups in front of each demon that you prepared the beverages they drank whenever you prepared them in Devildom. You felt their eyes focused on you as your hands began to shake, eyes slowly welling up. How could you prepare their favourite beverages after all this time?

Luckily no one spoke of it. Instead, each brother thanked you quietly except for Lucifer, who quietly nodded. You could feel his gaze on your back as you turned before you sat beside Simeon. Simeon smiled at you, his hand reaching for yours and gently squeezed it. The corners of your lips turned up, feeling confident. Facing the brothers, your smile lingered, but slowly disappeared. It was unusual for them to remain quiet, especially Mammon, who was always a bundle of joy that always made you laugh. This time, Mammon blankly stared at the cup, unmoving. Leviathan was meddling with his fingers, while Satan, just like Mammon, stared at the cup in his hands. Asmodeus was pouting, looking defeated and you wondered why. Beelzebub was focusing on Belphegor’s hand instead, examining it while Lucifer stared between you and Simeon.

Sensing the tension, it was Solomon, who first broke the silence; “So how's the exchange program going? It’s been five years since we left.”

“It’s going well.” Lucifer answered, his focus on the sorcerer. “We have more and more exchanges of angels and humans.” He paused, then— “Although I cannot say there are less fights and arguments.” He spared a glance towards Mammon, who flinched and you couldn’t hide the smile that crept on your lips.

He’s still the same. You thought to yourself before you reached for your cup and took a sip of the tea.

There was grumbling, your gaze falling on Beelzebub, whose cheeks turned red in embarrassment as the cup was placed against lips. Half of his face was hidden, but it made your eyes wide when you remembered. Jumping on your feet, you rushed back into the kitchen. Simeon called after you and you heard someone moving, but before Solomon and Mammon, who unconsciously stood up, followed you, you were back. You panted as you placed a bowl of baked cookies on the tea table, eyes meeting with Beelzebub’s wide ones.

“I just baked them.” You stammered out, not looking away.

He was hesitating. He glanced at Belphegor, who was staring at you, and then at Lucifer, who was frowning. Looking back at the bowl, he gulped and reached forward. You unconsciously smiled, assuring him it was alright. With more confidence, he took one and then another. Your smile widened. Next was Asmodeus, who reached forward and took one cookie, followed by Leviathan. Satan shook with his head, but a small smile was present on his lips.

“Why did you break our pact?”

You stilled completely, eyes wide. You gulped and looked at Mammon, who was staring at you with hurt evident in his eyes.

“Mammon!” Lucifer and Leviathan hissed. Satan closed his eyes with a sigh. Beelzebub slowed down his eating, Asmodeus moving in his seat while Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows.

“I just wanna know!” Mammon defended himself, moving further from Leviathan, who was moving his hands.

You spoke before you could stop yourself; “I thought you didn’t want to have a pact anymore.” That brought another wave of silence, all eyes focusing on you. You meddled with the cup in your hand, feeling Simeon’s hand on your back in a gentle caress. It’s okay. Simeon’s here. So are Solomon and Luke. They’ll protect me. “I-I mean, I-I didn’t even k-know I’ll be coming b-back. I waited for y-your messages and-and calls, but nothing … came.” Your eyes and nose burned, itched. “A-and then when I-I got back you all acted so…so distant like I-I’m some lowlife and it hurt.” You choked on the last word.

Beelzebub crumbled the cookie he was holding, gaze hard as he stared at the crumbs on the floor.

“I-I didn’t even k-know what’s w-wrong…” you hiccupped and wiped away the tear that managed to stream down your cheek.

“I’m sorry …” spoke Lucifer. His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, and it made you look his way. “I …” he hesitated, glancing at Satan, who was nibbling on his lower lip, remaining quiet. He could see how tense everyone was and not just his brothers, but also the angels and Solomon. Their focus was on them, watching every move without any expression to show how they felt. But Lucifer didn’t have to see to know. He could feel the killing intent from Luke with Simeon and Solomon remaining passive.

“We didn’t know what else to do.” He admitted.

You looked confused.

“When you left,” Lucifer continued after taking a sip. You didn’t miss the way Satan’s head snapped his way; “a witch came and threatened us.”

“W-what?” you stuttered, confusion growing. “What does a-a witch ha-have to do with m-me?”

Simeon moved his hand and held yours. You held his back.

Lucifer hesitated, averting his gaze to the side. “She was a descendant of a witch that once hunted Lilith when she was reincarnated as human.”

You flinched at the name of your ancestor when a memory of a police officer telling you of the accident came forth; saying how odd it was for it to lose control. “T-that accident…” you unconsciously gripped Simeon’s hand while with the other the cup you still held. You didn’t mind the heat it emitted. “Officer told me the driver suddenly lost control of the truck…” Mammon and Leviathan froze as Asmodeus glanced at Lucifer in worry. “Did you …” you looked straight at Lucifer.

One look and everything shattered. The cup you were holding was in pieces, tea spilling from your hands onto the floor.

“Leave.”

“[Name]—”

“Leave!” You raised your voice, unable to hide the sadness and anguish you felt. You covered your face, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. You could hear them move, footsteps echoing.

“Mammon!”

You tensed when you felt a pair of arms wrapped around you. Your eyes widened, unable to focus on anything except Mammon’s shaking body and weak, choking voice as he spoke;

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t-didn’t know. No-none of us did. Not un-til you left, di-disappeared.” He hiccupped and tightened his embrace, almost crushing you, but still not enough to hurt you directly.

Being ripped from his embrace, you stared at the white haired demon, whose tears were streaming down his cheeks. Asmodeus and Satan were holding him, regret visible in their eyes.

“Why…why didn’t y-you tell me?” you stuttered, voice weak. “I-I thought you t-trusted me…”

“We do,” Leviathan knelt in front of you. He tried to caress your cheek, but pulled away, when he saw Simeon’s gaze turn into a glare. “We trust you, we were just…scared.” He lowered his head ashamed. “We didn’t want to hurt you, which we did by how we acted. We tried to come up with something, anything to protect you, but we were empty handed.”

“You’re the strongest demons!” you couldn’t help but exclaim. “How could a simple witch make you do this? Just for a mere human?” You shook your head. “I-I don’t understand this…”

Beelzebub was the next to kneel in front of you, eyes staring directly at you. Your shoulders relaxed and you wanted to reach out and hug him, but managed to hold back. No matter how crestfallen he looked, you couldn’t give in into those sad, teary eyes.

“We wanted to protect you.” He began slowly, speaking clearly. “You’re someone very precious to us and we wanted to solve this without involving you more than you already were. We were too blinded by the anger and of being unable to be there for you to realize how much you were hurting.” Tears were streaming down your cheeks. “Not once did we ever think of breaking our pact with you.”

Turning your head away, you looked at Solomon, who took the cue. “I think it’s best for you to leave.” he stepped forward between you and the demons, quietly adding; “For today.”

Leviathan bit on his lower lip and nudged Beelzebub before they stood on their feet. Neither of them said a word, but Lucifer lingered behind, gaze soft as he spoke; “Contact us;” when you’re ready. The last sentence was left unspoken, but was loud and clear.

You closed your eyes, feeling Luke’s arms around you while both Simeon and Solomon left the house.

“It’s okay…” Luke whispered.

Finally, being alone, you burst into tears, arms unknowingly wrapped around the angel. You were scared; scared for a reason you didn’t want to admit. It wasn’t because they knew where you lived, but because you didn’t want them to leave. You didn’t want to be left alone. Not when they appeared in your life like those five years didn’t pass. Not when it took you so long to move on, only for everything to shatter with one visit.

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12/10/2019 DAB Transcript

Amos 1:1-3:15, Revelation 2:1-17, Psalms 129:1-8, Proverbs 29:19-20

Today is the 10th day of the December. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian. It's great to be here with you today. As odd as it is, three weeks from today is the end of the year. So, well done! You’ve made it this far. We can do this. We will finish strong together. We have been moving quickly through a lot of territory and talking about the different…the different books and letters that we’re reading and today is no different. In the Old Testament, we will begin the book of Amos, which is another of the minor prophets but…but thankfully we’ll camp out in Amos for a few days. And we’re in the book of Revelation in the New Testament. So, that will carry us all the way until the end of the year. So, let's talk about Amos.

Introduction to the book of Amos:

Amos, this book is likely the earliest collection of…of prophetic utterances that were written down, that are found in the Bible. Amos prophesied in the mid eighth century BC at a time when the northern and the southern kingdoms were actually experiencing peace and prosperity. The thing about Amos was he wasn't trained. Like he wasn't a trained priest, or he hadn’t been raised up for religious work. He…he seems to have been an ordinary person living, basically, the ordinary life of a shepherd and farmer. And we don't know whether he was like just a common laborer who worked on someone's farm or was a shepherd for someone or whether he owned flocks and groves, but he was certainly educated, and he was certainly aware of what was going on around him. He lived in the city of Toccoa, which was about 10 miles south of Jerusalem. So, that means he lived in the southern kingdom of Judah, but his mission was to prophesy in the northern kingdom of Israel and he probably did that just by crossing the border over into Bethel. And we’ll have to go back to the books of Samuel and Kings to remember the northern and the southern kingdoms split. So, the northern kingdom of Israel, its northernmost city would've been Dan and its southernmost city would've been Bethel. So, Amos would've crossed over the border into the northern kingdom and probably given his prophecies in Bethel because this was a major trade city and hub for idol worship in the northern kingdom. But like we just said, the northern and the southern kingdoms were experiencing peace and prosperity that they hadn't seen really since the reign of King Solomon. So, it could seem weird that God would send an ordinary person from the southern kingdom to deliver a severe message of judgment in the northern kingdom. And no doubt for Amos this would’ve been a tough mission to…to get involved in but this is what Amos was told to do. The peace and the prosperity that the kingdoms were experiencing had opened the doors for corruption, which had begun to run rampant in the society. The poor were being oppressed while greed to continue to rule the hearts of those in leadership and Amos forcefully denounces the praying upon the less fortunate, which makes social justice a major theme in the book of Amos. Amos is thousands of years old. So, it would seem like after thousands of years we would see the cycle but we’re still grappling with the same kinds of issues today and the message that we’ll find in Amos is that we are nowhere near as powerful as we think we are and God is much more powerful than we can possibly even comprehend. In fact, what Amos is making clear is that the world is God's, right? The world belongs to God. He made it. It's his not ours and He is absolutely sovereign over all people and all things. So, as we spend a few days here reading from Amos, let's consider our own path and…and wisely choose, as the apostle Peter told us, to humble ourselves under the mighty hand of God. And, so, we’re reading from the Common English Bible this week. Amos, chapters 1 through 2.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word and as we move into the book of Amos, we ask that You speak to us and as we continue this first part of Revelation here You, Jesus, are speaking to the churches may we as was spoken in Revelation have eyes to see and ears to hear. Come Holy Spirit we pray in the mighty name of our Savior, Jesus. Amen.

Announcements:

dailyaudiobible.com is home base, it is…it is the website, and that's where you find out what’s going on around here. And it's all things Christmas. It’s like the world itself has awakened to the fact that a Savior was born. And we should pay attention to that. I've been watching some of the, you know, like the programs, the Christmas sort of variety programs that come on. And I don't know…I noticed this in the past but maybe never more than this year. Like, wow, I’m watching network television. I’m watching people worship God openly and broadcast it through the networks and it's just a beautiful thing to see. So, it's Christmas time around here and it's Christmas time here at the Daily Audio Bible in the community here.

So, a couple of things about that. One, I talked about this yesterday. Every year we have a Christmas party around the Global Campfire because we’re virtual and we can't all get together in the same place at the same time we just roll with it. We’re a virtual community so we celebrate virtually. And, so, all during this week the lines are open for you to call in your Christmas wishes and Christmas prayers, things that you would say to the community that you've traveled with this year as we approach the holidays. And we compile all of that and then Jill and I, we share for a while and then we just kind of sit back and hear each other. It is…well...I am not a big weeping crying kind of person normally, I think I cry a lot more by myself than maybe publicly, but these Christmas parties, I…I just never get to the end of them without finding myself just in tears of gratitude. And, so, it's just a wonderful time. So, we’re taking those calls this week. The way that you do it is the same way and the same method that you would call in a prayer request like we do every day, same method. So, if you have the Daily Audio Bible app and you use that little Hotline button up the top, that's fantastic. That’s a great way to the call in a Christmas greeting or any of the phone numbers you can use as well. The only rule, because it's the prayer line, the only rule is don’t call in a holiday greeting and a prayer request combined into the same calling. This is the one time you can break that rule. And if you have something going on and need prayer for, call that in and share it, but if you also want to participate in and call in a holiday greeting, do that separately. And we’ll filter it all and figure it all out and make our Christmas party like we do every year. So, we’re doing that all this week, which means we’re doing that today.

And I’ll also remind you we have the Daily Audio Bible Christmas Box, Daily Audio Bible family Christmas for 2019 and it is full of resources that we think will be incredibly helpful, things to keep, things to give away, this is your choice. So, this new book, the God of Your Story, which is kind of the Daily Audio Bible commentary in written form in a 365-day devotional format. We have assigned hardback edition in the Christmas Box this year. Daily Audio Bible Journal 2.0, the Global Campfire candle, your choice of our DAB blend fresh roasted coffee or the boutique tea, the Daily Audio Bible Christmas ornament with our word for the year, “Maintain”, that is only available in the…the Christmas Box is in the Christmas box, a pack of 20 Christmas cards for 2019, Global Campfire pop socket, Global Campfire stickers, Global Campfire postcards. Like, it's full of resources that are just fun to unpack and choose who you’re gonna give them to or where you’re gonna put them or how you can use them. So, check that out while supplies last.

And also reminding you, the God of Your Story is…is actually honestly a good Christmas gift because it's offering the journey the path that we…that we voyage through toward transformation in our lives each year as we go through the Bible. So, it's a wonderful, wonderful way to invite those that you love into that rhythm of life. So, you know, you can get the God of Your Story separate from the Christmas Box for sure. And when you get the God of Sour Story you also have the opportunity get Sneezing Jesus or Reframe, two of my previous books. Those are five dollars ach, I mean you can buy as many of them as you want for five dollars. We’ve…we did that when we released the God of Your story but it's still going on as long as we…as long as we have supplies. And, so, as many as you want. That's…that's our cost. So, these aren’t marked up. That's what it costs. So, I mean even if they were marked up, all of these resources, these are sewn into the architecture and platform that exists to bring God's spoken word to us each and every day. So, but anyway, Sneezing Jesus and Reframe are available as well.

If you want to partner with the Daily Audio Bible as we approach the end of this year then I thank you, I thank you. I mean, I’ve said so many times that I don't know what words to use. The words gratitude, the word humility, these are all real, but they’re just smaller than I feel it's…it brings awe to me that we can do this. And, so, I thank you. And I'm in awe of this community that we’re still here and I thank you for your partnership. So, there's a link on the homepage at dailyaudiobible.com. If you’re using the app, you can press the Give button in the upper right-hand corner or the mailing address, if that's your preference, is PO Box 1996 Spring Hill Tennessee 37174.

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And that is it for today. I'm Brian I love you and I'll be waiting for you here tomorrow.

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