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tiyoin · 4 months

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what if alastor’s darling went to heaven 😧

cw: heavy manipulation, heavy gaslight, alastor being alastor (whom is a shit stirrer,) poor charlie is getting caught up in alastor's schemes again

he’s yandere (platonic or romantic, up to you idc, but I hc him as ace) ofc he’s gonna want you by his side for all of eternity!

maybe that’s why he wants to involve himself with the hotel. so he can get close enough to heaven, just so he can tear your wings off and drag you down to hell with him.

of course he tells charlie about you once she gets the go ahead for the meeting. he asks her to give you this letter if she has the chance.

vaggie strongly opposes this once she see’s husk’s reactions to the mentioning of you. husk, the brute stand-offish bar tender stilled. the bar counter he was busy wiping down left forgotten as his head snapped to alastor’s.

yet his eyes met vaggie’s

“don’t let her get that letter. don’t let alastor near her”

she got the message loud and clear.

about to take the letter from alastor, he flicked his fingers away as his head snapped to hers. her eyes widened.

charlie was too busy gushing about ‘alastor long lost ‘lover’’ that she didn’t notice the hotel’s atmosphere change. the sudden dip in temperature, and the distant sounds of horses.

his eyes stopped boring into hers and snapped to husk, who started cleaning with stupor.

“miss vaggie..” charlie had stopped her bit and joined back to the conversation. off handedly noting how cold it was as alastor handed her the letter.

“i do appreciate your eagerness” his eyes squinted “in delivering this letter, but charlie here” he pats charlie’s head “is the only one i trust to do the job.” he smirked. fully aware of the silent conversation the two employees had.

vaggie gulped, backing away with her hands in faux surrender as charlie once again told him that she wouldn’t let him down!

vaggie didn’t have a good feeling about this. you two were separated for a reason.

he was in hell for a reason

plus it was illegal for believers and sinners to have any kind of contact, as that would violate heaven..

vaggie knew she shouldn’t talk. let alone question alastor. but he was planning on committing a carinal sin.

clipping an angels wings and watching them fall was the worst sin of all.

vaggie couldn’t wrap her head around it. did he really love you? or was he bored and wanted to take being an ‘overlord’ to the next level. to do one thing a sinner, let alone a citizen of hell could ever do.

cause a fallen angel.

“shouldn’t you let her be? you could get her- us into serious trouble by giving her that letter. who knows what might happen. we could get punished and she could”

“fall?“ he finished for her, eyebrow quirked with that same cocky grin on his face.

“what better way to help our group of sinners than to have an angel to lead us to salvation!” his grin widened, yet she never once met his piercing eyes. he squeezed his fist to show emphasis; determination, if you would.

“my y/n is nothing but a saint who devoted themselves to helping people in their life. she was even kind to give dear ol’ me special attention-“

“gross” vaggie cut in, alastor eyes snapped to her for the briefest moment, his facade cracking the tiniest bit before he continued; “this establishment is certainly in need of their expertise if we want the hotel to successfully reform sinners!”

charlie’s smile faltered, “but… she’d be kicked out of heaven…”

forever

that word rang through everyone’s minds. like how lucifer gave the apple to eve, alastor snaked around charlie.

“it’s a necessary evil, is it not?” he questioned, one by one his claws fanned onto her shoulders, his head next to hers as he whispered: “think about all the people we could help, they could help. they should know better than anyone how people in heaven are, what they act like, how they get there-“ he leered at vaggie

“from their own personal experience of course! and it’s so cold and lonely at night without my precious” he sniffles, grabbing a handkerchief from one of sir penticols egg boi’s.

“but we want people to get into heaven… not kicked out” she trails off, suddenly thinking about her father.

alastor rubbed her shoulders before sighing. he detached himself from charlie as stopped in front of her, next to vaggie.

“very well then” he extends his hand mournfully to charlie, eyes locked into hers.

“then there’s no point in having you deliver my love letter anyway” charlie looks at his hand, then his face, before looking at the slightly crumpled letter.

“please, charlie, don’t make this harder for me” alastor continues, empathizing his hand.

charlie looks at vaggie, then to the letter, then to the door and finally at alastor.

“…i’ll think about it” she mutters quietly, tucking the letter into her jacket as alastor’s sad demeanor changes like a mask falling off.

“wonderful!” he grabs charlie and vaggie by the shoulders and starts hearding them towards the portal. yapping their ears off about how they’ll do amazing, and that heaven ‘won’t know what to do once they see you both.’

but vaggie continued to look back, husk’s slightly turned up face didn’t betray the emotion on it. one she never thought she’d see on him.

pity.

charlie left first, tugging vaggie in as she met alastor’s twinkling eyes, and shit eating grin as he waved.

alastor had won, and vaggie knows he’s going to get ready to celebrate his spoils.

i edited it and added some more… things 🤭

#tiyoin 🔎#I posted this on my other acc but I think im shadow banned on it el oh el #im so not normal about alastor #god I love him #going forward these are all ace! alastor #or platonic #I can't see this man in a romantic relationship that involves sex for some reason #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel spoilers #radio demon x reader #yandere alastor x reader

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motimatcha · 4 months

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“ morning and evening. ”

hazbin hotel Adam x fem!reader

headcanons about home routine with Adam.

You and Adam are late birds: you get up and go to bed quite late. Adam can’t sleep until he’s exhausted all his energy, which ends around three in the morning or until his eyes (and whole body) start to hurt from watching some cheap TV series (or porn). If you can't sleep, then Adam is ready to keep you company — this is one of those rare cases when you both enjoy silent time with each other.

Your relationship has a pre-bed self-care routine. Moreover, a joint routine. You can stand next to each other and brush your teeth, or one of you can take care of your hair/skin. I also think you two need a really big bathtub both as a room and as a soaking tub because of Adam's wings and his childish behavior.

Washing together includes two options:

1. Romance or even intimacy. The water is barely half full, barely above room temperature, and Adam’s hands slide over your body. His lips give your neck fleeting kisses and do not stay in one place for a long time, nor do they kiss the same place twice.

2. When he really wants to woo you. Adam carefully selects the shampoo for your hair so that “your hair should smell like roses and make everyone gasp and be envious.” Adam also lets you take care of his hair; do you want it to smell like vanilla? "Okay, this is not my style, but let's do it." What about the power of the forest? “Babe, where did you even get this shampoo??” Adam definitely prefers shampoo that smells like mint or "male power" because he's supposed to be the alpha male, the dominant one.

I think Adam sleeps in fabric pants (I don't remember the exact style name, but you can imagine those gray pants (if you know what I mean)). If you fall asleep with him wearing only a T-shirt over your naked body, then Adam will hardly be able to keep his hands to himself. I believe he has a whole ritual before he falls asleep that involves putting his hand under your T-shirt so that his thumb is dangerously close to your chest.

If we assume that angels can hide their wings (as demonstrated by Lucifer and Vaggie), then Adam sometimes hides his wings: when he sleeps, when he wants to lie on his back, when he has sex with you, and when he wants you to snuggle against his side, and your head rested on his chest on the side of his heart. Adam is a selfish bastard who doesn't care if his wings get in the way of anyone (he'll even laugh at you) because he already did more than enough when he pressed his wings to his body.

Lying on his side, he likes to press you to his body not only with his arms, but also with his wings. Adam is basically very clingy and if you don’t object, he is ready to fall on you with his whole body.

Adam is very lazy in the morning. He, like you, can get up closer to lunch, enjoying a late breakfast (at four o'clock in the evening, for example).

His favorite pastime is to watch you cook, clinging to your back and hugging your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder or the top of your head.

He also doesn't mind if you do the same while he makes you two coffee or breakfast.

Adam can't help but sit you down on the table and stand between your legs. The fingers of one of his hands rest on your thigh, the other hand holds a cup of sweet (definitely sweet) coffee while he carries on some casual conversation with you.

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#hazbin hotel #adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

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thedevilspearl · 1 year

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➛ what happens in the shower

a/n: so i really love the idea of using the scent of the person you love in order to feel close to them, like perfume or shampoo. so when mc and lucifer make the next move in their relationship, they’re both too embarrassed to admit what they have done in order to feel closer to one another.

tags: 2.2k words, lucifer x female reader, male and female masturbation, minors do not interact!

“so….you’re finally making the big move, huh?”

lucifer isn’t phased by his brother’s prying. in fact, he is more than used to them getting involved in his business, be it professional or personal.

you, however, are taken aback by mammon’s question and his nonchalant tone when he asks, as if he was expecting this all along. clearing your throat after choking on your orange juice, you glance towards the head of the table expecting lucifer to have your back and announce the news himself.

but his mind is occupied by something else, it seems, and you finally confirm the brothers’ suspicions.

“y–yeah,” you stutter. “i’m moving into lucifer’s room….officially.”

“took ya long enough,” mammon whines. “you guys aren’t as good at sneaking around as ya think! ya should’ve asked the great mammon for a lesson or two. i’m an expert in sneaking around.”

“that’s a lie,” asmo deadpans. “you’re the last person she should take lessons from when it comes to sneaking around. i, for one, know everything about secret love.”

“not that it was a secret, anyways,” satan chimes in. “everyone knew you two were together, arguably before you knew about it yourselves.”

the table erupts with snickers and you look to lucifer again for any form of comfort. breaking the news may have meant little to the brothers, but to you, it meant a lot to finally announce yourselves as a couple making the next move in your relationship.

but lucifer, again, is distracted by something else. he eyes his brothers one by one with narrow slits as he chews slowly on his breakfast. he’s speculating something….something you don’t want to concern yourself with as of now.

so you join in the casual conversation with the others whilst finishing your plate, leaving lucifer with his own thoughts.

the eldest, on the other hand, cannot rest his mind until he has found the culprit.

he smelt it as soon as he entered the dining room this morning. a familiar scent, manly and expensive. he can recognise his luxury shower gel anywhere. it wouldn’t be the first time his brothers borrowed his shower gel. but there was an unspoken rule, even with mammon, to always ask before using.

and as far as he knows, nobody in the last twenty–four hours so much as mentioned his shower gel. yet, it’s the only thing he can smell this morning.

he’s so lost in his thoughts, fantasizing about how he will make the culprit confess and what punishment he will thrust upon them, that he doesn’t realise when you and his brothers begin packing your bags and setting off for school.

he even misses the chance to walk you to school himself, the opportunity stolen by one of his brothers. a heavy sigh escapes him as he finally leaves the house of lamentation no wiser to who actually used his shower gel.

EARLIER THAT MORNING...

you moving into his bedroom has been on lucifer’s mind lately.

you’ve been sleeping there every single night, even if it took some sneaking around to get yourself into his warm, silk sheets. some nights, you’d be there before he retired from his study only to find you sound asleep on his side of the bed.

lucifer dislikes mess but whenever he sees your clothes strewn about his room and filling up his wardrobe in an uncoordinated manner, it fills his heart with comfort more than disdain.

and he would usually prefer his mornings and nights alone with his classical music winding him down, finding solace in his own company. but never once has he been irked by your presence during his alone time.

so, when lucifer wakes up this morning with you snuggled into his chest, his heart melts at the sight and more so at the realisation that you’re more or less living in his bedroom now.

having claimed it as your own in every way other than in writing, he wonders if it’s time to mention it and clear up any lingering misunderstanding about your….situation.

while his mind is whirring away trying to configure the right words to approach you about it, your sleepy frame shifts in his hold and your eyes flutter open. with a yawn, you rub the remnants of sleep from your eyes.

“morning, luci.”

oh, how lucifer could drown in your sweet voice.

“good morning, my love. did you sleep well?”

“i always sleep well when i’m with you.” you hum with a smile and bury yourself further into his body.

“about that…” he knows it’s too soon in the day, let alone the morning, to bring up the topic but he knows if he doesn’t do it now, he’ll grow to anxious and avoid the conversation completely. “have you thought about moving here permanently?”

“hm? but i already live here…”

“i mean,” he inhales to stop his little chuckle at your sleepiness. “moving into my bedroom.”

“oh,” you take a moment to ponder. “well, that would be nice. i don’t want to overstep, of course. and only if you’re comfortable with it.”

“my love, if i was not comfortable, you would not have been sharing my bed with me for the last few months. besides, most of your things are in here so it would only make sense to move in here completely. that is….if you want to.”

“of course, i want to,” you lean up and place a kiss on his cheek. “thank you, luci.”

his heart thrums with excitement. “well, that’s settled. let me know if you need help moving your things over. but i doubt you’d need any since most of your things are already here.” a smug smile dresses his face.

no one could ever understand how much happiness he’s experiencing, not even you.

“does that mean i can use you shower, too? it’s so much nicer than mine.”

“of course, my love. what’s mine is yours now. forever.”

“oh, luci…”

“now, now. don’t get teary so early in the morning or we’ll be late for school. go take a shower and i’ll meet you downstairs for breakfast.”

he sends you on your way with one last kiss and you skip into the bathroom, spinning giddily and you switch on the water, letting it run before stripping your pyjamas. you step in when the water turns hot and melt under the warmth.

but you’re eager to see lucifer again, missing him even though he’s just downstairs making breakfast for everyone. if he were with you right now, so you could hold him and feel safe in his arms. simply being able to smell him would make you happy.

the thought alone has you grabbing lucifer’s shower gel. he will certainly be mad but you’re too far gone to care. if it makes you feel close to him, it’s worth it.

with your back against the tiled wall, you pour the gel over your body, giving your tits a squeeze as foam begins to form. lucifer’s rich scent covers your body and your skin tingles in response, as if the shower gel on your skin were his own hands tracing every inch of you.

your skin burns and it’s not from the water, but from the desire to have lucifer touch you and tease you, to claim your body as his and show you otherworldly pleasures.

but you and lucifer are at an odd place in your relationship. comfortable with sharing a bed every night but not quite ready to make the next move intimately. as much as you’d wish lucifer could make you feel good, you only have yourself to relieve your neediness this morning.

taking your lip between your teeth, you swallow a moan as you fondle your nipples, using your thumb and forefinger to tease and flick them. the wetness of the shower makes it easier to imagine lucifer’s hot tongue playing with them as he looks up at you with hooded eyes.

your hand reaches between your legs, spreading the foam to your pussy. you brush over yourself, back arching already with heightened sensitivity. your fingers slip between your fold and you rub in slow circles.

you’re no longer concerned with washing yourself in this shower, but to devoting your morning entirely to lucifer despite him not being there. you can think of only him as you become more desperate for release.

ensuring you give your breasts attention, you keep one hand on them, cupping and squeezing them while the other works between your spread legs, rubbing erratically on your sensitive clit.

“ah!” you gasp, feeling your orgasm approach you quickly. and you don’t relent as a wave of pleasure washes over you. your knees tremble, about to give way as you’re overcome with bliss.

it takes minutes to relax from the tension of your orgasm but when you can finally stand on stable legs, you wash away the shower gel with an embarrassed hope that lucifer won’t realise some of it is missing.

LATER THAT NIGHT...

an entire day goes by in an instant, filled with many activities. classes were normal, save for a little trouble from the brothers. but you were always there to help lucifer keep them in line.

water gushing against lucifer’s back elicites a deep groan from him. a hot shower is exactly what he needs right now.

with hands against the steamy tills, he holds his body up with aching muscles. another long and busy day had drained his energy and he craves your presence to ease his body and mind.

he’s about to reach for his bottle of gel before he pauses, eyes caught by a pop of colour. he picks up the bottle which was placed next to his and reads the label. some fancy, floral shower gel.

his heart warms and cheeks burn hotter than the water rushing over his body. you finally brought over your things to his room. you’ve officially moved in.

lucifer is overwrought with happiness that he pops open the bottle for a whiff of your scent, hoping it would make him feel close to you.

and it works, albeit, a little too much.

his body reacts in an instant, blood rushing to his cock and he should feel ashamed that an erection is his first instinct in response smelling you. but you smell so good and he can’t help himself.

nothing can stop him as he spills some into his palm, running it under the water before rubbing over his chest, allowing lather to form and your scent to fill the bathroom.

“fuck,” he pants and runs his hands down his torso over his defined abs, moving slowly to his cock. “what are you doing to me?”

he’s ashamed; no one has ever had this much control over him. even when he’s alone, he can hear your voice ordering him to stroke, using the lubrication of the foam to ease himself to a state of complete relaxation.

up and down, he jerks his cock slowly, allowing it to harden before he decides to grip himself tighter. his moans are strangled, unable to escape his throat as he tries to keep the noise to a minimum.

one hand is splayed on the wet tiles, bones and veins popping through his flexed muscle and skin as water drips from his body.

while his other hand pumps faster, harder; he can’t stop himself. he’s desperate for release, imagining you in the shower with him, on your knees stroking him and sucking him. oh, how he wishes his fantasy was reality.

he’s engulfed entirely in your scent and you are the only thing on his mind as thick ropes of cum spurt from his raging cock. thrusting his hips into his fist, he rides out his orgasm, letting himself release over and over again.

his raspy moans and gasps are drowned out by the sound of running water and he collapses against the wall, letting the last of the foam and cum wash away.

when lucifer finally plops down beside you in your now shared bed, you embrace him immediately. he doesn’t have a chance to shift into a comfortable position before you lay on top of him, limbs wrapped around him so tightly that he’d never escape.

not that he would try to escape; this is heaven to him.

he brushes your hair to the side as he asks you about your day, breathing into your neck to smell the smell he loves so much. only, the smell of his own shower gel fills his nose.

“hm,” his voice rumbles, fatigue evident. but there’s softness in his tone now he can finally relax with you. “you smell like…”

you stop him immediately, burying your head into his neck to hide your burning cheeks or else he’d figure out what you’d done in the shower this morning. but when your nose grazes against his skin, you’re met with a sweet and fresh scent, one that reminds you very much of the shower gel you placed in the bathroom hours ago.

did he….?

you can’t bear to look up, or to even speak. never had it occurred to you that lucifer would do the exact same thing. his body stiffens beneath you and he’s silent, knowing that you know his little secret, one that he just so happens to share with you.

your hearts thrum against each other’s chests, but neither of you say a word. and you prefer it that way because you are far too embarrassed to have this conversation. and lucifer feels the same, silently accepting the new unspoken rule between you.

what happens in the shower, stays in the shower.

#♡ pearl’s writing #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me x female reader #obey me lucifer smut #obey me smut #lucifer x reader

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helluvabun · 3 months

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Lucifer xreader?

authors note: Inspired by a comment :) um, learning I really like writing nothing burgers but I'm pretty happy with this one...

Lucifer and Alastor argue over you

TW: mentions of a sibling? idk if thats a trigger

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Alastor had really done it this time. You knew he wasn’t the most genuine of friends, aware he was just being nice for personal gain. But as time went on and you and he settled into the gentle routine of quiet afternoon teas listening to jazz in his half-open bedroom under the stars, you allowed yourself to believe maybe he enjoyed your companionship. Then you lay in bed, crying over finding out your sibling ended up in hell, and he had the audacity to offer you a deal. Not even a good deal: he’d get them to the hotel in exchange for your soul. You yelled at him angrily and stormed down to the bar, face still puffy from your sobs. You demanded the strongest thing on hand from Husk before burying your hands in your arms. He poured you a double shot with a small smile.

Lucifer entered the empty bar and walked over to you. He stood quietly, waiting for you to acknowledge his presence. Eventually, he spoke, his voice barely a murmur. "I heard what happened."

You hastily wiped your eyes, looking up at him with a nervous smile. "What? How?"

"Everyone heard what happened… you weren’t exactly quiet, kiddo," he sighed gently, taking a seat on the stool beside you. "I already sent Maggie to retrieve the new sinner, so don’t worry your head about that, okay?"

You nodded silently at the information, taking another sip from your glass. You didn't know what to do; you were still so angry, but you didn't want to yell at Lucifer too, even though you wanted to yell at everyone and anything that could hear. His presence somehow seemed more comforting than the empty stool that was next to you just a few seconds ago.

Lucifer stayed silent for a moment, thinking of what to say next. He cleared his throat slightly before speaking in a soft voice, "I'm sorry about what happened with Alastor. He was never the most trustworthy demon." He leaned back against the bar and sipped his drink. "But I promise you that I will do everything in my power to ensure that your sibling is well taken care of at the hotel. And don't worry, I won't ask you to give up your soul in exchange."

You smiled softly and turned to thank him, but as soon as you opened your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by the voice you least wanted to hear.

"I don't recall being untrustworthy." You almost jumped out of your skin. After all this time, you’re still not used to him appearing randomly behind you. "At the very least, I can be trusted to uphold my end of the bargain. No need to vilify me."

"Oh really? Because I seem to remember you agreeing to take this poor sinner’s soul in exchange for getting their sibling to the hotel! Isn’t that right, Alastor dear?" The devil spoke up, a playful yet firm edge to his voice, his expression remaining steady.

"I don’t remember this deal involving you," Alastor said pointedly, placing a hand possessively on your shoulder, ignoring your stiffening under his touch. "Can we discuss this matter upstairs, my dear? This really should stay a matter between two friends."

"We were having a conversation, and I think it’s rather clear she’d rather continue that than leave with you," Lucifer interjected.

Alastor, with a wide grin that can only be described as predatory in context, slowly slid his hand off you, a slight shiver running down your spine. Lucifer's eyes turned cold, and his smile disappeared, a chilling silence filling the air. Lucifer slowly stood from the stool and looked directly at Alastor with an angry expression. Alastor stared back with a calm and confident expression, not backing down from the argument.

"Come with me, my dear. This was just a misunderstanding we can get through."

"You think she would ever choose you over me?" The King laughed. "Even if she could forgive you for your actions, she'd rather be with someone whose heart isn't filled with hatred and fear. Someone who wouldn't use her for their own gain. Someone like me."

"Are you really going to side with him? You know as well as I that Lucifer is nothing more than a deceitful, tyrannical tyrant that cares nothing for the soul of a mere sinner. Now please take my hand and let's discuss this upstairs, shall we?" He didn’t give you a choice, grabbing your hand and pulling you gently. Lucifer grabbed your other hand to hold you in place. You were in a very awkward position now, caught between a rock and a hard place. Lucifer and Alastor continued to bicker. Their voices were becoming louder and louder with each passing moment. You wished they would just shut up and leave you alone for a few seconds.

Lucifer seemed to be the only one who wanted to do the right thing for you without expecting anything in return. And you know what? He's right. Alastor is untrustworthy, manipulative, and cruel. You're so glad he's on your side.

"Will you two just shut up!" you finally said loudly, causing both of them to stop mid-sentence. "You two can’t just argue over me like I’m the last piece of pizza. Alastor, I don’t want to go with you."

"Well, you heard the girl! She doesn’t want to go with me! And since she doesn’t value me as a friend, I’ll be on my way," Alastor said, his tone unreadable, smiling broadly at Lucifer before turning to leave.

Lucifer's grip on your hand tightened a bit as he watched Alastor walk out the door. He let out a long exhale and looked at you with a soft expression.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, his voice full of concern. You nodded silently, feeling relieved that the confrontation was over.

The Devil smiled warmly at you before releasing your hand. "Would you like to stay for another drink? On the house, of course."

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starrclown · 5 months

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Question: Why is Alastor a overlord?

(Triggerwarning: Talks of rape, murder, and cannibalism.)

This isn't exactly a issue with Hazbin Hotel, this is a genuine question. Why is Alastor a overlord? Here's the conversation from Hazbin that Vaggie and Angel had.

V:" The Radio Demon. One of the most powerful demons hell has ever seen?"

A: "Ehhh, not big on politics."

V: *Sigh*. "Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell. Seemingly overnight, he began to topple Overloards who had been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. He broadcasted his carriage all throughout Hell. Just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him, The Radio Demon. As lazy as that is. Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our worlds most ancient and destructive evils. But one things for sure, he's a unpredictable source of danger. A wicked spirt of mystery. And a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we can't risk getting involved with, unless we want to be erased!"

Which I'm sorry but, HE TOPPLED OVERLORDS THAT HAD BEEN THERE FOR CENTRIES?? HES ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL BEINGS IN HELL?? ANCIENT AND DESTRUCTIVE EVILS???

Okay 1. He's one of the most powerful beings in hell? Okay but the Goetias are above overlords. There are 72 Goetias in the Ars Goetia. There's the 7 deadly sins. There is Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie. That's 82 beings above Alastor. Sure, Alastor could be the most powerful overlord but all of Hell. Yeah I call bullshit. 2. HOW did he topple over all the ancient overlords??? THE MAN HAS TENTICALS FOR FUCKS SAKE!! I'm sorry but I just don't see it.

Now Hazbin hasn't come out yet, so they might explain how he got so powerful but I see it as 3 options. (I could be wrong.)

1. Alastor as a human made a deal with a powerful demon but then stabbed them in the back and stole their power.

2. This is why Alastor has voodoo. So he has a reason to be so powerful.

3. His crimes as a human were so despicable that he gained a mass amount of power. Maybe the more despicable your crimes are makes you stronger?

Now there is flaws in all of these.

1. Alastor could have made a deal with a demon but how would he betray them? I'm not saying it's not possible but I think this would need thought.

2. I hope this is not the reason. Please do research on Voodoo if you wish to have a character practice Voodoo.

3. This could make sense but it would completely unravel. It would make sense for certain characters, Valentino being a rapist would make sense since he's disgusting and he would have become a overlord for his crimes. But Alastor? He was a murder and may have been a cannible when he was alive. Look, murder and cannibalism are disgusting buy that's what makes him so powerful? If that's the logic wouldn't Angel be the overlord and not Alastor since Angel was litteraly in the MAFIA. Like a crime organism?

(Not gonna lie Angel as a Overlord is a very fun idea and I may use that. If you draw that you should tag me 😗🫶)

I really hope this gets addressed in the show so we KNOW why HIM out of all sinners have THIS MUCH power.

(I swear to god if he somehow is more powerful then LUCIFER, LILITH, OR CHARLIE I'm gonna blow a gasket.)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

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misc-obeyme · 9 months

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just a thought, but have you ever considered solomon and mc ACTUALLY getting married, or maybe getting engaged if we were to soften the blow a bit for the rest of the crew??? bc w everything going on in nightbringer, solomon and mc getting closer, “””jokes””” about them being a married couple, and solomon deadass admitting he prefers to keep things as it is now without the brothers getting in his way😭😭😭i wouldn’t be surprised if solomon actually got on his knee and popped a ring, he gotta keep his pookie close🤞

now if solomon and mc were to ever become actually exclusive (instead of an openness within their relationship, unlike how mc has practically kissed each and every brother without making any statement about being official) how do you think that would that go over with the past versions of the cast? heck, to bring up the severity of this, what if solomon and mc finally getting thrown back into the present/future and that’s when everyone finds out about the engagement??

id like to think, depending on which timeline we’re going with, there’d be varied reactions but somewhat the same. i think past versions of the brothers would react….severely, especially when only they’re getting accustomed to being a demon. i mean, in the recent chap 22 (spoilers) mammon is slowly but surely growing into being the avatar of greed that he reacted very harshly when levi saved mc from falling. that alone, triggered mammon to turn into his demon form and threatened to fight everyone who laid a hand on mc💀the brothers couldn’t even handle him at the time. now, i’m a firm believer that a sensitive time such as that would only ensue in some crazy drama😭 it could only culminate in chaos. maybe who knows, the solomon hate train would start a millenial earlier.

but if we were to go with future/present brothers, it wouldn’t be anything drastic, physically at least. bc at least the brothers have fully grown into being demons and can control themselves. but that wouldn’t stop the pettiness that would transpire. they still care about mc, and to see mc obviously care and have this fondness over solomon that they all crave for, they wouldn’t lay a hand on him for mc’s sake. at least you can sleep well with that thought❤️ still, the hate for solomon would skyrocket to the heavens. they go from being distrustful and wary of solomon’s intentions to actually straight up being solomon’s main haters.

hmm hmm…i dunno. this could result in many varying scenarios. and at a time where mc goes missing from the present timeline and the brothers are most likely losing their minds without mc, only for them to come back and deliver the worst news……….low blow, really. but yk what would be the lowest blow? if mc was the one who proposed to solomon instead. anyways, not to sidetrack, but i like to think present lucifer would be in heavy denial for some time LMFAO the first time he’d hear about mc and solomon, luci is probably the type to just completely disregard it and—not act—truly believe that it’s not real, which this perception borders irrationally. with levi and especially mammon, they’re practically two beat up puppies. while levi would sulk and let his misery fester in the close quarters of his room, mammon would not hesitate to make his feelings of betrayal known out loud. the rest of the brothers would act on the same spectrum, utter heartbreak. even beel would sit mc down at times and have long conversations with them about their decision to be seriously romantically involved with a man like solomon.

i think it’d be devastating. they should be happy, but dont forget that they’re the avatars of the seven original sins.

ps: sorry for the long ramble😭 i’ve been thinking about this since replaying some of the chapters of nightbringer…so my characterization of the brothers might be off. and idk much about the side characters. i just don’t want to think about what barbatos would do.

You're good, anon! I will always encourage rambling in my ask box! I love hearing all your thoughts!

So okay, I've thought about marriage with all the characters a little bit, but I don't think I've actually seriously considered what everybody's reactions would be!

I do think Solomon has gotten more possessive and jealous in Nightbringer, but I also think this could be because he's expressing himself a little more freely than he did before. In the OG, I always felt like he was holding himself back because he genuinely believed that MC would never choose him. In Nightbringer, though, I think he's either finding it harder to do that because he lives with them now or he just doesn't want to keep backing off when he clearly loves MC so much. I could definitely see him asking MC to marry him if he thought it was a good time.

I also think the reactions would vary depending on timeline, as you said. And I fully agree with you - if it happened while they were in the past, as things are right now, it'd be absolute chaos. I don't think Solomon is dumb enough to do something like that. He seems pretty determined to get himself and MC back to their own time. And even if he really wants to marry MC, I think he wouldn't propose while they were in the past for the very reasons you list. The demons are not stable and it just isn't worth the risk.

Now, in the present/future timeline, I think things would be far safer for him to actually propose. The demons are more stable, MC isn't really dealing with anything that could change the course of their lives, all that stuff.

If we consider how it would go before MC was unceremoniously chucked into the past, I think that would be the most stable and least dangerous scenario. MC has been living with the brothers for a while, they haven't been exclusive with anyone, and they haven't made any promises to anyone about being exclusive. It's a little weird if we think of it in terms of the generic OM MC because that MC has definitely been involved with everybody at some point. But this would differ depending on different people's versions of MC. But going with the general MC, yeah, I think most of the brothers would be upset about it.

Like if MC is gonna marry someone, it should at least be one of their brothers, right?! I think all the brothers would be okay with it if MC married Lucifer, for instance. They'd be like annoyed it wasn't them, but also just... they get it, you know?

But Solomon? No way. Lucifer himself would lose his mind. Luci's dislike of Solomon might make him try to talk MC out of it. If Solomon asked for Luci's permission, he'd only make it worse. 'Cause Lucifer'd be like no, get out. And I agree, I think he'd be in denial about MC wanting to marry Solomon. I agree with your assessment of Levi and Mammon's reactions, too.

I think they'd all take it pretty hard, but in the end, I also think they'd come around to MC's decision.

Now if MC came back from the past and was all oh yeah I'm engaged to Solomon? Yeah, no that reaction would be INTENSE. I think MC should probably wait a while before telling them that. Let them get over the fact that MC just disappeared on them first.

And honestly, I think if MC proposed to Solomon instead, everything might go a little bit better. Because if Solomon is the one proposing, the brothers will see that as this shady sorcerer stole away our human and that's unacceptable. We can maybe talk MC out of this! We can maybe influence this choice if we complain enough!

But if MC is the one proposing, then they know that it was always MC's choice. They would see it less as Solomon influencing MC and more like MC came to the decision on their own. Just because they love Solomon. And while I think that would be more devastating for them and likely result in a lot of heartbreak, I think they'd be less likely to fight MC on it. Because in the end, they do want MC to be happy.

OH MAN I think past!Barbatos would not be pleased about such an arrangement! He hates Sol's guts right now, so I can't imagine that going well. Future/present Barbatos on the other hand... I think we'd be dealing with another heartbreak situation. He was just beginning to develop feelings for MC. So I think he would be sad, but also happy for them. Because that version of Barbatos loves MC and he cares about Solomon, too. And I think he'd want them to be happy. And I kinda think that's how it would go for the rest of the side characters, too. Diavolo and Simeon both don't strike me as the types that would like try to talk them out of it or cause any anguish for them over it. I think they'd be sad to lose MC, but happy that their friends are in love, you know?

The brothers are just too attached to MC to really go that route without trying to talk them out of it. And also we know they really don't trust Solomon. Present/future Asmo might be the only one who sides with MC, though probably pretty reluctantly and that only because he actually likes Solomon in a way none of the other brothers do.

Wow I feel like there is just so much angst potential with this scenario! But I love the idea of MC marrying Solomon, even it makes things difficult for the brothers lol.

#obviously I'm biased #but I think Sol would be such a cute lil husband #while also being a total troublemaker #he'd make the whole situation worse #by being smug about it #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #anon asks #misc answers

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imagineanime2022 · 4 months

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A Capture Plan

Poly relationship between the brothers and reader implied.

Word Count: 1092

Requested: @kanjiharitama

Request: Oooh, I lovd the stories so far for the Black Butler/Obey Me crossover! Could we get a continuation of the last part of the story? (Where MC drags Sebastian & Ciel to Diavolo)

A/N: Not going to lie I did for get about this a little bit but here's the next part hopefully it won't take too long before the next part is out I have ideas for what's next.

Black Butler/Obey Me Crossover

“What did you just do?” Ciel asked as you shook out your hands as if trying to get feeling back in them. “They forget that I can actually do magic.” You answered as you clicked your back “my magic isn’t strong enough to get us in the castle but we’re close enough.” You pointed to the castle doors in front of you where Barbatos stood waiting. “Quickly (Y/N), if the brothers are to cause a scene today, I would prefer it were inside the castle walls away from prying eyes.” Barbatos said as he gestured to the open door. “You knew that we were coming?” You asked. “Solomon may have mentioned it, not that I needed him to.” Barbatos muttered the last part with a look of disdain on his face at the mention of the sorcerer. “Well then you know why we’re here then?” You asked, he just smiled as he led you into the throne room. “(Y/N)!” Diavolo cheered as he opened his arms standing from where he was sitting to meet you halfway “to what do I owe the pleasure?” “It’s come to our attention that there may be someone looking to start another celestial war.” You said. “That’s a big claim to come to me with.” His face took on a more serious expression, you’d seen it before but you never liked what followed. “I know but given everything that we’ve been told it’s worth looking into and there’s a way that we can figure this out without involving the celestial realm.” You explained. “I think that we should start from the beginning.” Barbatos suggested and so you did. “I can but you’ll have to keep Lucifer out, I’m sure he’s going to be here any minute.” You said. “Barbatos.” Diavolo ordered, the mentioned butler nodded before heading to the door and waiting “now continue.”

Lucifer should have known that this was going to happen, you had very little instinct for self preservation and really they should have had this conversation without you in the room. You had always been the instigator or integral part of these runaway schemes with his brothers. Why would now be any different? He walked into the castle, met by Barbatos who was smiling “Lucifer.” He threw out a casual greeting. “Where is she?” Lucifer asked. “Who are you referring to?” Barbatos asked. “I assume Lord Diavolo has agreed to her terms.” Lucifer said through gritted teeth as he looked at the closed doors behind Barbatos. “They are in the middle of a meeting, Lord Diavolo wanted me to ask that you do not disrupt it.” Barbatos answered. “No matter how I advise him that having you in the meeting would be far more beneficial.” “What is her proposal?” Barbatos asked. “She’s asking that I find the spider demon, she says that she trusts the crow to keep him in check.” Barbatos answered. “The crow?” Lucifer asked. “I think they're calling him Sebastian.” Barbatos said off handedly. “Oh.” Lucifer nodded, he had seen Barbtos being petty before but this seemed to take it to a new level, given his job as the young lord’s butler everyone knew that he still knew Sebastian’s name and yet he still acted as if he didn’t.

“So what you're asking is that we invite the enemy back to finish what he started?” Diavolo asked. “Look I know that it sounds crazy but he’s the only one that knows who gave him the job of killing Ciel.” You explained. “And with 3 very capable butlers, 7 higher demons and a demon prince I think we might have the upper hand here.” “And what does Lucifer say?” He asked. “If we listened to what Lucifer said, I’d be doing it on my own with 2 capable butlers, plus Mammon and Beel.” You answered. “Why those two?” Diavolo asked. “Seriously?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, Diavolo didn’t say anything but there was a clear smirk on his face as he leant against his fist. “So what you are saying is that you will be doing this with or without my help.” Diavolo answered. “I mean… Yeah.” You nodded, she could feel Sebastian looking at her and if she looked at him she’d see how impressed he was, you had the ruler of Devildom bending to you. “Fine we will need time for Barbatos to find him, I ask one thing.” Diavolo finally said. “Yeah?” You asked. “You allow us to apprehend him, here in the castle, we will contact you when we are happy with his bindings and your safety.” Diavolo suggested. “Agreed.” The doors opened behind you and Lucifer walked in, he didn’t say anything, just gave you a look that said you would talk later.

“So are you going to explain yourself?” Satan asked as you walked back into the house with Sebastian, Ciel, Agni and Soma. “Do you want me to?” You asked. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you too.” Satan answered, arms crossed over his chest, you looked at him and smiled. “Where are the others?” You asked. “Waiting in the living room.” He answered “Lucifer told them not to move in case you come back.” “Alright I’ll explain in there.” You said as you walked into the living room. “You're okay!” Mammon was the first to drag you into a hug but you were literally passed around the room as everyone made their own assessments of your health. “Alright it’s presentation time!” You yelled as you looked at them “so you all want to know what happened?” “That would be nice.” Asmo nodded. “Alright, I knew that no one was going to listen to me if I made the pitch here. Diavolo is actually the only person in this place that trusts my abilities enough to let a plan play out, probably a little too much though.” You shrugged. “So I went to Diavolo with a half baked plan to get Claude.” “You pitched it that way on purpose?” Ciel asked. “Mm, I knew that if I had half a plan and a determination to carry it out on my own, Diavolo would fill in the blanks like sorting the binding spells and capture himself, now all we need to do is figure out, how we’re going to get him to talk.” You explained. “Don’t worry he’ll talk all on his own.” Sebastian said. “Well then shall we show Angi and Soma around while we wait for them to catch him?” You asked. “Wow really!?” Soma asked. “Of course let’s go.” You nodded.

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pomie-fruitshake · 5 months

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When the flowers bloom - chapter 1: Tea Time!

So... I decided I wanted Barbatos angst, so that's what we got here! All feedback is appreciated!

This will be like 3 chapters? And there will be a chapter a week!

This chapter: 998 words

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Barbatos swallows back a cough as he greets MC. His usual smile is not even faltering, that sneaky butler.

"Welcome, MC. Lord Diavolo is waiting for you in the garden."

"Good afternoon, Barbatos!" They go quietly to where Diavolo is waiting for them. He's sitting at a nice tea table, with intricate spiral decorations but most importantly there were Barb's famous macarons on the table. And of course tea that is the most perfect combination to have with macarons. Diavolo has already drank some of his tea, but not eaten anything yet out of politeness.

Diavolo smiles brightly as he notices them approaching. "Barbatos! MC! I'm glad you could make it!" He gets up and spreads his arms. And MC happily hugs him.

Barbatos feels a pang in his heart, as he looks on by the side, watching them with a polite professional smile.

"I called you here to discuss how the exchange program is treating you." He smiles and sits back down, MC does the same. "After all.. already half has already passed ha ha ha!"

MC looks content as they, after some hesitation, do eat a macaron. Enjoying it and savouring it. "It's been good.. not what you'd expect from 'hell' but I like it here!" They chuckle.

The butler is standing by Diavolo's side, his expression not betraying his growing happiness. Seeing MC enjoy his sweets always makes his heart flutter just a bit more. He swallows down a cough and pours them more tea as their conversation continues. His Young Master nods in thanks and MC thanks him verbally as they continue telling Diavolo how they feel comfortable around the demon brothers now. MC even gives some pointers to Diavolo on what could be improved if next year another human exchange student comes. How cute, Barbatos thinks to himself before quickly surpressing the thought. He's a mere servant of Lord Diavolo, he should not covet what is not his.

Diavolo is very enthusiastic and keeps asking MC questions, curious about how a human experiences the Devildom. And what accommodations still need to be put in place. He laughs again. "Ha ha! To think the doors are too heavy for humans!"

"Yeah.." MC grumbles. "I couldn't get out of my room because the door is so damn heavy! I thought I was locked in or something-"

"But then an angry Lucifer opened it easily and lectured you for being late for breakfast?" Diavolo says, clearly amused.

"Yes! Wait how do you..-"

"Lucifer wrote about it in his report. Oh to see his face when he realised it was the door!" He laughs wholeheartedly.

And so the two continue chatting happily, Barbatos standing not too far from them. Refilling tea and smiling politely. Yes, this is his place, on the sidelines watching everyone. His heart does grow heavy with this thought, but he ignores it. He even rejects MC's attempts to include him in the conversation. MC.. this is enough… he is content with just watching.. He thinks to himself and smiles a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"That is quite alright MC, this is your conversation with Lord Diavolo. I am merely here to see to your and his needs." He answers MC and bows slightly, covering his mouth for a bit and then going back to his perfect butler stance.

MC sighs, feeling uncomfortable leaving the butler out.. but he is not easy to convince, especially when Diavolo is involved. MC doesn't want to press and so they continue talking to Diavolo. As he has a waterfall of questions anyway.

Evening comes and Barbatos whispers something into Diavolo's ear. "Yes.. that's right, Barbatos. We should let our guest go. Lucifer wouldn't be happy if you missed dinner with them, hm?" He grins imagining Lucifer's 'angy' face.

"Yeah probably haha" MC gets up, gathering their things.

"You could always stay here though~ you could stay the night too!" Diavolo looks at Barbatos. "Indeed, if you so wish I will make the necessary arrangements."

"Ah no, thank you! I should go home and not bother you more." Barbatos smiles bitterly for a split second. Of course they wouldn't stay.. this is not their home… The butler clears his throat quietly. Not even Diavolo notices.

"You're no bother at all, dear MC!" Diavolo smiles charmingly. "Still…" MC is hesitant, suddenly staying at the castle will definitely be met with lots of protest from the brothers. And they already had plans with Levi to game tonight too..

"Well, you're always welcome to come visit, MC!" The two demons escort them back to the palace doors. And Barbatos steps forward.

"I shall bring you back to the House of Lamentation." Barbatos bows and now they're walking back in silence again. MC cannot bear this, even though they've talked way too much with Diavolo. They barely got to talk to Barbatos!

"You know Barbatos? The tea and macarons were super delicious! You're truly the best cook in all three worlds!"

"You praise me too much, MC" He chuckles.. and is that a little blush on his cheeks?

"No! You're really THAT good!!" MC defends. "You should really teach me.. or at least try to- I want to bake with you!" They sound very determined. To spend time with Barbatos or to learn how to bake.. it is not clear to the butler.

He clears his throat, his hand covering his mouth for a bit. "I shall arrange for that, may I have your schedule?" He says politely smiling again, something to his smile feels distant though.

"Of course! Once I'm in my room I'll send it to you." MC says, just as they're about to arrive at the gates for the House of Lamentation.

"Have a pleasant evening, MC" Barbatos bows as MC is entering. And MC waves and shouts a "good evening to you too, Barbatos!" Then they're gone. Barbatos sighs, his chest tightening. "This isn't good.." He mumbles to himself and opens a portal back to Diavolo.

#obey me barbatos #obey me angst #obey me diavolo

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aromantic-misguide-to-romance · 1 year

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It's been on my mind for years but there is something really interesting about how Diavolo both can tell people are lying to him and pretending that he didn't know that Lucifer lied about Belphies whereabouts in S1.

And it always reminded me of that one conversation in "Effi Briest". This novel is about something completely different but in chapter 27 Effi's husband Instetten points out to his friend that he had a choice what to do about the revelation of his wife's affair. He had this choice until he opened his mouth. But when someone already knows it - he's bound by the societal rules of how to handle it - the worst possible way for everyone, causing death and despair, destroying lives as the aftermath. In the end, Instetten killed a man and ruined four people's lives - including his own. Instetten doesn't challenge the society, he's bound by his position and status, and, like most people, just follows the norms, even if he doesn't want to - because when even one person knows, the control over his life is out of his hands. He might have talked to a trusted friend, but it's still true - and the friend admits it. The affair has tragic consequences - but not because of emotions running high (the whole novel - about an affair - is emotionally lukewarm, strikingly so), but because of the dry societal norms forcing certain behaviours.

This scene comes to me whenever I think about Belphie's rebellion and Diavolo's reaction.

As the future king, Diavolo would be bound to subject Lucifer, Belphegor and all brothers to consequences of the revolt, even if he didn't want to. He would have to destroy their lives and irreversibly ruin his own happiness with his own hands - to maintain his status and avoid a butterfly effect of his "weakness" in the future.

Lucifer and the six gremlins were the reason why he even started enjoying his life - that's when he started to collect photos, according to a Devilgram, to be able to always recollect those happy or fun moments even after centuries. Before they arrived, each century was the same for him. It would be a huge personal loss for him, not to mention all the political implications if the news got out. His status required him to act accordingly - and that would have tragic consequences for everyone involved.

He couldn't allow his closest friends know. And he couldn't place Lucifer in the same situation by letting him know that he knows - it'd push Lucifer to handle it the proper - but horrible - way. And Lucifer was already very bad at handling it in any way.

So Diavolo kept waiting for the situation to resolve (and well, it didn't exactly go very well, so he had to step in at a less than optimal moment) because when he detected Lucifer's lie, he immediately understood this was something he should never ever speak up about - to anyone, including those who were the closest to him.

If only MC and the brothers would be able to calm down the situation and smuggle Belphie to become a real exchange student in the human world! Well, it didn't happen and Diavolo tried to somehow patch it up and - by extension - caused a disaster that required merging two timelines.

I'm wondering though if Lucifer did the basic math of putting it together at his first lie or was he too dense.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me diavolo #obey me analysis

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An Interpretation of Confidentiality

I’ve been doing a rewatch of Lucifer, and I forgot how much I hated the season 6 episode “Save the Devil, Save the World.” There are so many things that piss me the hell off about this episode, and I find myself disliking most of the people in it for various reasons.

I mean, first there’s Linda, and I cannot express enough how much I dislike her in this episode. For all she spoke about Doctor-Devil confidentiality across the seasons, she started a very, very long book based on what should have been confidential therapy — and not just therapy with Lucifer, either, since it featured components of everyone’s conversations with her — and intended it to be mass-published eventually. When Lucifer found out, he had every right to be pissed (and, frankly, I was hoping he would be)... and yet he sees the best in the gesture and is legitimately enthusiastic about it… and then, later, she turns the entire situation into being about herself. It’s selfish and unethical.

Then, there’s the collective response to reading the book. Everyone jumps on Lucifer for how he portrayed them in the story, but the fact is that it’s not just his account that’s been put into the book?? It’s really unfair for him to get all the blame when the fact is that Linda knew everybody involved, that she’d had counselling sessions with all of them, and that the book contained things that Lucifer literally couldn’t have told her. I mean, the snippet about Maze and Dan feeding Chloe’s father’s killer to the Russians wasn’t something Lucifer knew about, or, at least, certainly not in as much detail as was contained in the narrative: not the exact wording, for example, of what they’d said. Linda quite clearly took information from everybody in the celestial inner circle — quite possibly including Ella — for her book, so blaming Lucifer for how everyone is represented is idiotic at best and purposefully unfair at worst.

And then there’s Chloe and her damn, “What if you think I’m smart and… and beautiful and ‘perfect’ because you’ve never stuck around long enough to see me at my worst?” I mean, on the one hand, I guess that I kinda get where she’s coming from, but also… She broke into his penthouse, trashed the place, stole his stuff, and tried breaking into his safe in a fit of pique because he and Ella had to go deal with a case on her birthday. She tried to poison him and send him back to Hell. She got addicted to super strength from Amenadiel’s necklace and tried to kill him permanently with Azrael’s blade to keep it. He’s very clearly seen her at her worst and consistently stuck around anyway, so acting as though she’s been a picnic the entire time is ridiculously naive and kinda insulting to him.

All of this is made so much worse by the fact that Lucifer legitimately doesn’t seem to recognize there being a problem. He takes the book-writing as a good gesture and makes the best of it; he does the same with Chloe’s decision to renege on their plan to go with him to Heaven without any notice. I’ve talked about the way he seems to view his own rights as not especially important in the post Needing the Eggs, but this entire episode showcases it. I really wish that someone alive had pointed out to Ella that three other humans had found out about Lucifer’s devil nature, and that it had prompted one of them to have a slight breakdown and two of them to try to kill him; Lucifer certainly wasn’t going to point that out and, while Dan kinda tried to do so, he had to do it through Linda’s book, which meant that it was contained in a single line that Ella didn’t even seem to register.

Honestly, the only two characters in the episode for whom I truly, completely felt bad were Ella and Lucifer.

I feel for Ella, I really do… I fully understand why she feels hurt. (I would say that I’m not sure that Lucifer actually knew that she lost her faith in the aftermath of Charlotte Richards; I don’t remember precisely what was going on, but I recall him being absent/extremely preoccupied at the time. I think that it might have been when he was worried about salvaging his relationship with Chloe post Devil-face-reveal/when she was trying to kill him, but I very well could be wrong. Either way, I’m not sure he was that aware that she lost her faith such that it’s fair to say that he just stood by watching without helping.)

And then Lucifer… I mean, Rory’s appearance was already a pretty vicious cut to any progress he’d made towards not hating himself (telling him that he’s no better than the father he hated, saying she hated him, trying to kill him, etc), but this episode… Slowly but surely, the entire cast of characters — including Ella, if I’m being honest, though, again, she’s the only one at all justified in it — spend their time jumping on Lucifer, slowly but surely eating away at that same progress. By the time the episode ends, he’s internalized everything into “You think I’ll fail, don’t you? My own therapist doesn’t actually believe that I’ll become God.” and “I’m not capable of real change.” (Oh, and then Chloe acts all surprised by that statement, trying to excuse her earlier accusations with “What I said back there… I was scared” as though that fixes anything, but not intending to hurt someone does not erase the hurt, especially since she’s supposed to be the one person who supports him, who has faith in him, etc.) All in all, this episode was the very last thing he needed.

I’m not sure that’s everything I dislike about the episode — it’s probably not — but I felt the need to express at least some of how I felt… Honestly, it might be one of my least favorite episodes of that season.

#lucifer #lucifer tv #lucifer morningstar #ella lopez #season 6 #6x8 #save the devil save the world #anti chloe decker #anti chloe #anti linda martin #anti linda #anti rory morningstar #a little #i love ella #i love lucifer #tbh i like most of them #just not all the time

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I have to ask how you came up on the idea to write ABM? I just wanna know your thought process because I'm wildly intrigued. I'd love to know how you'd feel about a lesbian story between Lilith (Adam's first wife) and Eve which is what my story is about.

Hello! So usually I'm pretty secretive about all the stuff behind Angels Before Man and why it's like That, but I recently saw a tweet that wrongly assumed the motivations behind the book, and it upset me a bit, so I should probably finally go into detail about ABM's deal. Sorry if this answer is way too long.

1. Personal reasons: in 2016, I came out to my parents during a very rough period for my mental illness. It went very bad, and I ended up going to a therapist for a few month for, well, conversion therapy. This involved using a lot of Christian manipulation tactics ("God would not make you this way") and EMDR techniques that have done quite a bit of psychological damage to me. In 2021, while working with a new therapist, I had a "died and met God" nightmare, then developed an unhealthy obsession with the Bible as I processed what happened during conversion therapy. Another thing I need to mention is that my family are immigrants from an epicenter of the Mexican drug war, which exposed me to a lot of violence very young, and traumatized me in its own right; how I think about the violence we perpetuate on the people we love is something I just really wanted to write about, also. All this to say that ABM is just a convoluted allegory for trauma.

2. Theological reasons: during my obsession, I read the Bible in its entirety a couple times, and I developed a lot of questions about it, especially regarding angels and this Lucifer guy:

Why did Lucifer/Satan become evil? Ezekiel 28 is usually the passage people refer to that explains it (others argue this section isn't about Lucifer/Satan but let's assume for the sake of argument that it is). What's interesting about this section is the emphasis on the cherub's "blamelessness" (innocence! Lucifer's young innocence isn't talked about enough!!) and his beauty. I'm fact, his corruption is entirely linked to his beauty.

But what does beauty mean? To God? What is beauty before humanity? What is the purpose of it? How can you become corrupted by beauty? (For this, I looked at Ezekiel 16, where Jerusalem is corrupted by her beauty; this inspired quite a bit of the story of ABM as a whole, particularly regarding God's wrath)

What are angels for? What do they do? I asked a couple friends this and usually they answered that it was fighting demons and protecting humans, but there was a time before demons and before humans. (There was an "angels before man" if you will haha). This seemed to stump everyone I asked. Did they just worship? All the time???

Why does the Bible compare angels' submission to God to a wife's submission to her husband? (Well, that's a least an interpretation of 1 Corinthians 11:10). This is related to Jesus explicitly stating later that angels can't marry. Why not? It's especially weird, at this point, given the matrimonial relationship between Jesus and the Church, and God's own somewhat matrimonial relationship with Mary. So everyone can have a romantic/sexual/spousal union except the angels? Why can't angels love?

This isn't a question but it really strikes me that Michael's only line of dialogue in the entire Bible is in the book of Jude and just as a reference to a time when he allegedly argued with Satan and said "Lord rebuke you." Ah. Michael. That brings me to the last major question I'll mention.

What was Michael and Lucifer's relationship? Something really cute is that everyone I harassed with my questions seemed to have this idea that they were best friends, that they really loved each other once. There's no scriptural evidence for it, and we only ever see them fighting, but it just seems like it makes sense, doesn't it? Strong, golden-hearted Michael and the beautiful, doomed Lucifer...

And of course the duality of God as both jealous and loving fascinates me. Even more so I'm fascinated by the concept of a lonely God. Jealousy, to me, only makes sense when you're insecure about love. How could an all-knowing God be insecure about love then? Maybe because he loves different than you, and he'll never have anyone who can love him the way he understands love (no matter how much he wishes, because he's a lone god)

Somehow all these questions came together and formed a story while I was outlining.

3. Technical reasons: I've been wanting to write a full novel that didn't follow the 5-act structure for a while. I wanted to write a novel that had no source of tension for a majority of the narrative (the source of tension early in ABM is just from the reader; you know what's gonna happen, but the book doesn't allude to it until about Chapter 11, and even then it's vague). I wanted to write a book that's radically differently paced in the second half. And I wanted to be a bit experimental stylistically (inspired by the Latin American Boom authors). Angels Before Man gave me all the opportunities to do this, I'm afraid.

Ultimately, Angels Before Man is really weird!! I'm both very happy and very shocked that people have enjoyed and understood it. I'm incredibly grateful when someone lets me know that my little self-published gay Satan book has been healing or cathartic to them. That's all I can really ask for tbh! Again, sorry for such a long answer, but I'm riled up about my intentions being misrepresented.

And finally, Lilith x Eve sounds really interesting!!! I have a lot of thoughts on the double creation of the sexes in Genesis (so, so, so many). I'd be ecstatic to see your take on it <3333 :)

#again im sorry this is SO LONG ASHDKNDD #yall dont want to know what that tweet said about me #lord #anyway #thank you so much for the ask!! i really appreciate it #angels before man #forgot to mention the lines in Paradise Lost where John Milton says angels love to have gay sex #the queer aspect to angel/demon media is another rabbit hole that Morgan Dante left a fantastic anaylsis about on the ABM goodreads page #check that out for sure #on the trauma thing: sometimes i get some pretty rude comments on how people dont like the direction the book went #its very okay not to like my book but please dont be rude to me fr #ask!#mine #realizing now that i forgot to mention the story of Sodom as well #ill save that for another post skkskaks

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Hazbin hotel fanfic au idea I had long time ago

so i don’t really care for hazbin or helluva boss anymore but I did this have this idea once like

hell is fake like a fake hell make by Lucifer for Charlie well Charlie is still the anti-Christ but she wasn’t first this is like the tenth attempt but slight problem Lucifer grew to love her and to him “too sweet for her own good” so he make this fake hell for and make a connection, so some sinners would end up there

he also make copy of his fallen and etc but that changed and etc he even make Lilith a copy because he never got over her and the exterminators thing is actually demons he make to. Do the whole extermination because overpopulation and real hell is infinite because well hell

etc and yeah he spend more time here because he really love and happy for charlie happy to see her grew and make a gf vaggie and etc and then boom the hotel where sinner can go to heaven and etc at first he amused “too sweet for her own good” but overtime more people come to the hotel and more people in the pride ring start to complain and join up with her well he gets paranoid they turning her against him and why are those to complain they in red LA not hell (also real is just hellish like floor are flayed skin and shit a real scared straight think people would use)

so basically, it would blow up at a even or something where she ask him and everyone of her friends join in and like I’m not gonna get involved I am Lucifer Prince of darkness but then Lilith and Stolas and etc join in he gets annoyed it’s like we’re not having this conversation

until charlie start a speech or something how he being unfair and he explodes everyone that they should be happy and if they want change i well give hell and he rambles his form change into a more trueism one like black goat all the white gone and goes real biblical that it’s time for tough love and summon real demons real hellhounds like silent hill and faith like demons and order them to go house to house and kill and tortured give them true hell

Also or something he grab an choke Alastor that he not special he’s not important it’s just some other murderer sinner

now it up to Charlie and friends to stop this and stuff

#hazbin hotel #hell is hell #Fanfic idea #yeah this is cringe #But Lucifer isn’t in the right #Yeah cringe

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supernatural s12e5 the one you've been waiting for (w. meredith glynn)

thule society nazis in the recap, oh boy. my fave. remember nothing of this episode (8x13 apparently). though i do remember neck stabbing a nazi to non je ne regrette rien (but i think that was a different nazi stabbing episode??? 11x14). ps totally thought rien was laugh because ríen in spanish is "they laugh". sometimes similar words between french and spanish are the same! sometimes not :P i don't regret anything not quite the vibe of i don't regret laughing lol

DEAN I'm gonna stop you right there, okay? Look, Mom needed her space, and I told you I'm cool with it. SAM But are you really?

so here for sam continuing to poke dean about this. dean should retaliate by making sam deal with something

SAM Uh, rich people like antiquing. I don't know. DEAN I say we check it out. SAM Uh… (Sighs) All right. In the meantime, you sure you don't wanna talk about – DEAN No. SAM Dean, it's called sublimation. DEAN Yeah. Yeah, it's kinda my thing.

i had to look it up because i was thinking of the science thing but psychologytoday.com says:

Why is sublimation a mature defense? Sublimation is considered a successful defense mechanism because it often leads to positive outcomes—and outcomes that are often better than the alternative. For example, let’s say a man going through a divorce emotes by destroying his ex-wife’s property or lashing out at his son. In the case of sublimation, on the other hand, the man may channel his energy into an important project at work. Even though sublimation is a more productive defense than others, it’s still healthy to fully confront and process the underlying emotions involved.

look at that, it's a mature defense mechanism! something something processing emotions too. details details

miracles of miracles they turned on the lights instead of continuing to poke around in the dark with flashlights (xfiles was very silly about that too, kind of a trope of the genre i suppose. drama!)

hi localhost loopback webmail. that is a very nice little fake email screen though. and peekaboo sam in the mirror

finally someone reacting appropriately to overhearing one of their conversations 😂

keep trying to figure out if nazi boy here just has a bad cut/style/color or it's a wig. this is why i don't remember these episodes. could not care less

send in sam to talk to the girl, they can bond over being vessels for pure evil! lol she called bullshit on sam's lucifer vessel story, very reasonable

neverending fight scene.

ok same kid and now it looks like it is his hair. maybe that was a reshoot or something?

i guess british mol villains not enough cartoon evil, bring in nazi thule whatever douchebag his dad is

haha WAIT! i know this diner LOL. i used it for my archivist painting! and in the process of doing that i was checking the outside views too. i think this is the same clip in fact, just darkened to look like night. did they forget to get an exterior shot of something? now i wonder how often they do this. only reason i recognized it was because i'd spent hours staring at pictures for that painting

s1e20 dead man's blood

s1e20 / s12e5

that is so funny. looks like they took out the searchlight from the car too. babies

sam's reaction to nazi defector boy sliding in is cracking me up. kid's hair back to looking strange. maybe it's the color? it just doesn't look right on his head

mentioning again how great his hair is looking this season! what a turnaround. clearly should tag for me rambling about his hair, like the sideburns. looking at the search for hair on my posts, i talk about everyone's hair. a lot lol (best hair, claire by a mile. ugh. so gorgeous). sigh, back to nazis

i had some weird light golden brown hair for a minute when i was using an old box of dye and i was sick of fighting the white hair. kind of looks like that. also, what were they eating? chocolate pie? cheesecake? cake? stallllling

EXCUSE ME WHAT. wheezing

the matrix (1999) / the magicians s1e4 the world within the walls

reminds me of a cross between the matrix bug and the little gold scorpion thingamajig in the magicians. but way goofier

oki doke

kinda feels like this whole episode was an excuse to get sam to say this. and for the mood pick-me-up of getting to kill hitler for dean

DEAN You know, I was thinkin'… we passed a bakery on the way into town. Sign said, “Best pie for a thousand miles”. SAM So now you want pie? DEAN I killed Hitler. I think I deserve some pie. Did I mention I killed Hitler? SAM I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I? DEAN Probably not.

very cute

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 12x05 #spn 1x20 #meredith glynn #sam's hair

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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5 Sides of Human

{Part Nine}

Genre: Mixed

Character profiles for the Mc’s featured in this series

WC: ~5k

CW: time skipping from main plot (I’m not doing certain parts of the canon story and/or are doing them out of order because I didn’t like them the way they were and it’s my story so there lol), anxiety, depictions of anger and verbal aggression, sarcasm, hurt, implications of past abuse, suggestive, gossiping, love triangle, Storm has a stutter but I am not depicting it with written word consistently, pining, spoilers for season 1&2!

Part eight <<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>> Part ten

“Hmmm...A play you say?” Diavolo rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Storm both nodded, awaiting the prince’s thoughts on the idea for the festival. Storm had spent the whole week gathering ideas, most of them not very good. The brothers either gave ideas that only fed into their own needs, or we’re way too complex to complete in merely two weeks. Storm fidgeted in her seat, stealing a nervous glance toward Beelzebub, who gave her a reassuring thumbs up.

“I think it’s a splendid idea!” Diavolo’s voice boomed through the Chambers, followed by a hearty laugh. “I do think fitting the theme of the play after the Princess Diavolo and Sir Lucifer stickers is also a clever idea! And Simeon had already agreed to be involved, and Levi was so generous in offering to make the costumes!”

“I thought I made it clear that those stickers were to be banned from-”

“Oh, come on now, Lucifer.” Diavolo punched the first born in the arm rather hard. “Have a little fun for once!”

Storm chewed her lip nervously as Lucifer scowled, rubbing the spot on his arm where Diavolo had hit him. He vehemently opposed the idea when it was brought up by Simeon during lunch the day prior, but the more she thought about it and talked it over with everyone, the more it seemed to plan out perfectly in her head. Having 15 days to come up with an entire play was difficult, but not impossible with the help of the brothers. Simeon had even offered to script the entire thing, having the first act done within the evening.

“It’s settled!” Diavolo grinned. “I knew you wouldn’t disappointment me, Storm. Though, may I make one request in regards to it?”

“What’s that?” She tilted her head curiously.

“If I act as the lead, I would like you to be by my side in that as my supporting actress.” His smile spread to his eyes as he watched her blink in surprise.

“Oh...I mean, I’m not much of an actor...” Storm rubbed the back of her neck as a blush spread to her face, “...o-or singer for that matter.”

Diavolo chuckled. “Well, the love interest would sing in a duet and would be acting along side me- so there’s no fear of being alone on stage, is there, now?”

Storm folded her arms over her chest, avoiding Diavolo’s prying eyes. “Well...I suppose-”

“Wait a minute!” Mammon jumped up from his seat, anger and jealousy radiating from his body. “T-that ain’t fair! We didn’t agree to that ‘n...’n our thoughts should be taken into account too!”

The brothers began to murmur their oppositions to a play where Storm plays the primary love interest, causing the room to erupt into side conversations about who the lead of the play should be instead. Storm hugged herself, embarrassment building in her chest as the brothers argued over her.

“Shut it! All of you!” Lucifer roared, face red with anger. “If this is the conditions set by Diavolo and Storm saw no other appropriate alternative to bring before the council-” Lucifer glanced at her, the frown on his face telling her that he too loathed the idea, “-then we are doing it with the conditions set by Diavolo. Is that clear?”

The brothers groaned in reluctant agreeance. Mammon folded his arms and slumped in his seat, murmuring about how Diavolo was just taking advantage of an opportunity to kiss Storm without consequence. The rest of the meeting went by with little interruption as the logistics were discussed. The meeting was dismissed early after Diavolo received a call from Solomon, requesting his presence to discuss something urgent.

“Storm, I trust that you have all that you need to make this play successful then?” Diavolo quickly sorted his paperwork, ignoring Lucifer’s question as to what he was rushing off to.

“Uh, yeah. I think we can figure it all out within a couple days.” Storm nervously rubbed her forearm, unsure of how it would work out given the usual chaos the brother’s would bring into the mix. “I’ll do my best to make sure it all comes together.”

“I have the utmost faith in you.” Diavolo smiled, squeezing her shoulder as he walked past her. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. “I look forward to getting to spend more time with you the most.”

Storm blinked, snapping her attention up to the devious smirk on Diavolo’s face. He winked at her, causing a her to swallow nervously.

“Aye, watch how close you’re gettin’ to her!” Mammon grumbled, nearly tripping over a chair as he rushed to Storm’s side. Diavolo laughed, offering a quick goodbye as he exited the chambers. Mammon strolled up to her, stopping at her side with his arm around her shoulder. He began leading her out of the chambers, discussing the gal Diavolo had in suggesting such a role for her to play.

“What did Diavolo say to you?”

Storm instinctively jumped, the sudden voice without warning causing her startle response to heighten drastically. Lucifer unexpectedly appearing behind her nearly made her collapse on the ground in fear, if not for Mammon holding her steady at his side.

Mammon rubbed Storm’s back as she tried to regain her breath. “Jeez, Lucifer. Ya tryin’ta kill her? Ya know better than to sneak up behind her like that!”

Lucifer swallowed the shame he felt in scaring the poor human unintentionally. He didn’t mean to scare her, but he did know better- like Mammon said. He was just so eager to hear what Diavolo had said, or if he gave any insight into what called him away, and why he refused to tell one of his most trusted advisers about it. “My apologies, Storm. I suppose I just wasn’t thinking.”

“I-its fine.” she breathed, giving him a forced smile. “What did you say?”

Lucifer paused, internally debating if he should ask again given the stress he had just caused her. “Nevermind, it’s not so imperative that you should stress out over it.”

She nodded as he breezed by her, leading the pack back home. Curiosity filled her mind at what could have possibly got him so nervous.

“No, no, no! It’s all wrong.” Simeon snapped, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation. “Let’s try this scene again.”

Beelzebub drooped his head in shame, feeling discouraged for not being able to meet Simeon’s expectations. Sarah and Fern both let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly annoyed by how many times they had to run the scene back.

“Once more, Beel. Let’s hear the line again from the beginning.” Simeon flipped the script back a few pages, the others following suit.

“But...I’m so hungry...” Beel whined, glancing between Fern and Storm for support. Before either could reply, Simeon approached Beel, shoving the script in his face.

“I don’t believe that line is from the script, now is it? Do it right, or you won’t be having anything to eat, is that clear?” Beel whined once more as Simeon turned his attention to Asmodeus. “Asmo! Watch where you’re standing! You’re completely blocking Sarah and Fern from view.”

“Hey, Simeon...” Asmo frowned. “What do you say we take a bit of a break, huh? We’ve been rehearsing nonstop for hours...”

“I’ll consider break requests from actors that can actually memorize the lines from at least the first act.” Simeon whipped around, snapping his fingers. “We’re starting again, from Beel’s line.”

“What has gotten into Simeon?!” Luke whispered loudly to Storm and Diavolo, who were sitting in the back awaiting their turn to practice. “He’s acting so tense and irritable...It’s so unlike him.”

Storm shrugged, reading along as Sarah began her lines. “I guess he’s a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his own writing.”

“I find it a bit refreshing.” Diavolo chuckled, relaxing back in his chair.

“Hey...isn’t this stuff completely different from the first version of the story that Satan and Storm were talkin’ about?” Mammon asked, flipping through the script frantically. “I have to learn so many new lines after practicing so hard for the last 5 days?! What gives!”

“Oh, that.” Luke sighed. “Simeon was awake for days with writers block...and then he just up and decided to scrap a ton of pages and re-write them.”

“It’s hardly anything like what we had initially planned.” Satan crossed his arms, annoyed that the embarrassing lines that were given to Lucifer were no longer included in the story.

“Will you all be quiet?” Lucifer hissed back at them. “Otherwise I’ll-”

“Pipe down back there!” Simeon shouted, turning and giving Lucifer a fierce glare. “Mammon and Lucifer, you better pray that you were paying attention because you’re on next.”

Mammon groaned and Lucifer dropped his head back to his script, gritting his teeth. The play was proving to be more work than initially anticipated, and Simeon was getting on all of their nerves, especially Vivi. She had even strong-armed Diavolo into letting her drop out of the play and work on the music portion with the school orchestra instead due to how much she hated Simeon’s way of directing, which was worsened by the fact that she already had a strong distaste for him. Storm sighed, stepping out of the room for a moment to get some air away from the tense atmosphere created by Simeon’s harsh directing.

“Oh! Storm!” Levi nearly collided with her as she rounded the corner, unable to see over the piles of fabric in his arms. “Perfect, you’re just who I was hoping to see.”

“Whatcha got there?” Storm pointed to the variety of different colors and materials bundled in Levi’s arms, along with a few measuring tapes, white marking pencils, boxes of pins, and a scissors.

“This is for costume fittings. I read Simeon’s new script so I’m completely rethinking the costume for a few of the scenes! Isn’t Christopher Peugeot a genius!?” Levi dropped the materials to the floor, immediately snatching up a teal line of fabric and hurriedly wrapping it around her body. “I need to do new fittings to see some ideas for silhouettes- so hold still!”

“Hey, wait a min- AH!” Levi sinched the fabric under her breast, immediately marking the fabric. Storm squirmed as he moved around her body, invasively marking the fabric for the dress she would be wearing in the play. “Levi, would you quit calling him Christopher? You know that’s just a pen name. He’s still just Simeon.”

Levi gasped. “Just Simeon?! Storm, he is a literary artist! He should be held to the highest accolade a writer of his caliber should have, and that would be referring to him by the very pen name that signed the work he is most famous for!”

Storm rolled her eyes as Levi continued making his marks for later, and taking a second measure of her figure just to be sure his design would fit her perfectly. What was supposed to be a quick walk around the corridor turned into a 30-minute lecture about Simeon’s work on TSL, followed by pokes and prods from the pins as he set the fabric in place. Finally, he took the fabric off and folded it neatly atop to chaotic pile of fabric, scurrying to follow her back into the council chambers.

“Storm!” Simeon shouted, stomping over to her the moment she re-entered the room.

She gulped. “y-yeah?”

“Where were you?! We need to rehearse the kiss scene with you and Diavolo!” He crossed his arms, tapping his food impatiently. “Are you trying to make me look like a fool?”

“What??” Storm shook her head, feeling panicked. “No- I- Levi, he-”

Simeon scoffed and grabbed her wrist, pulling her roughly to the front of the room. She hissed at the tension felt by his grip on her, feeling scared of the calloused way Simeon had suddenly begun to operate under.

“Now, both of you. From the top- Say your lines.”

Storm took a deep breath as she bent at the knee, taking Diavolo’s hand in hers and acting up the moment in the most dramatic way possible. Storm tried to give a performance that matched her character, but felt awkward in having to swoon for the demon prince when she had no real feelings for him. She also couldn’t get over the fact that Diavolo was clearly using the play as a blatant opportunity to flirt, the knowledge of which very obviously getting under the brothers’ skin- with the exception of Lucifer, from what she could tell- which ultimately felt disappointing.

Just as their mouths neared to kiss, the council doors burst open and Solomon jogged in, shouting for a pause in the performance.

“Solomon, this better be good.” Simeon snapped as he reached the front of the room. “We are trying to rehearse here!”

“I need to discuss something with Diavolo.” Solomon gasped for air as he tried to regain his breath. “It’s urgent.”

Diavolo immediately straightened his posture and nodded, abandoning Storm at the front of the room. Before Simeon could protest, Diavolo gave him an apologetic glance. “I apologize for the inconvenience, but Storm and I know our lines rather well by this point- we are hardly worthy of your concern. Besides, the kiss would be better off authentic on the night of the play, don’t you agree?”

Simeon sighed. “Very well, but I expect your performance to be immaculate during our crunch-time rehearsals.”

The two hurried out of the room under the watchful eye of Lucifer, who was growing more and more suspicious of the closeness of the two of them every day. His mind raced at what they could possibly be hiding, figuring that Diavolo had planned on revealing it all to him at some point this evening when they investigated the Casino at the traveling carnival later this evening.

Mammon sighed, throwing his arms into the air in exasperation as Sarah and Asmo disappeared around the corner. “I can’t believe those little shits left us.”

Storm shook her head, pausing to catch her breath, giving up on chasing Beel down the street as she lost sight of him. Mammon approached from behind, leaning down to see if she was okay as she hugged her stomach and gasped for air. “M-me...N-neither.”

“Even Levi took off lookin’ for somethin’. The fuckin’ nerve!”

Storm nodded. “I-I thought this w-was important to h-him.”

“Apparently not as much as his anime girlfriend.” Mammon rolled his eyes, offering Storm his arm to take as they mindlessly wandered through the street, “’n Levi had the list, so we’re straight screwed.”

The trip to the market square with Levi, Beel, Sarah, and Asmodeus to get more supplies for costumes and props started out fine, but soon enough each of them caught sight of something that interested them, they all left in their own directions. Storm and Mammon were left to themselves, trying to pick things off the list from memory and text the group when they were gotten. So far, the only thing Storm and Mammon were able to find was black and beige rolls of lace, fabric paint, felt, and rhinestones.

“Gahh this is stupid!” Mammon grumbled, coming to a stop at the market square lookout point. “five of us came out here to buy stuff for the play, ‘n now all that’s left is you ‘n me. It’s bullshit, I tell ya!”

Storm shrugged, as she sat down on a bench timidly. She felt saddened by Mammon’s reaction to spending time with her being seemingly negative. “I mean, yeah...but you don’t have to act like it’s a punishment.”

Mammon’s face flushed. “Wha- no! I don’t think it’s a bad thing...jeez...I mean, it’s nice we get some alone time, ya know?”

Storm let out a small laugh. “Yeah, it’s just how you were wording it I guess.”

Mammon shook his head, plopping down next to her. “I feel like we haven’t had a chance to hang out much since ya’ve been back.”

Storm nodded, staring off into the brightly lit homes and shops that surrounding the castle.

Mammon chewed his lip for a moment, trying to think of something to say. Then, in a stroke of genius, it hit him. “Oi, whaddaya say we forget the rest of this shoppin’ business and go have some fun. jus’ you ‘n me!”

Storm glanced up at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Oh yeah? What do you suppose we go do instead?”

Mammon stood up, gesturing out into the city. “Whaddaya mean ‘what do we do’? The whole city is ours for the taking, baby!”

Storm doubled over laughing as Mammon spun around, shooting finger guns at her. He sauntered toward her, trying to act as suavely as possible. He took her by the hand and pulling her to her feet while she giggled, amused by Mammon’s change in attitude.

“Just think- The Great Mammon and his stunnin’ human accomplice tearing up the town! We can do anything!” Mammon spun Storm around, dancing giddily with her in the moonlight. “ We could go to the fall...or maybe head to a show, go play some laser tag...We-”

As Mammon lead Storm into a dip, he paused. Their noses were close to touching and he felt feeling his face heat up as his nerves of asking Storm on what could be considered a date caught up to him. He cleared his throat as his cheeks burned red, trying to muster up the courage to say something. “Uh- we could even head back to my room...and-”

“PAPA MAMMON!!!”

Mammon stopped, turning around and trying to figure out where the almost scream-like voice was coming from, and why it was referring to him as ‘papa.’

Storm blinked at him in confusion, stuck in the dipped pose. “What the hell?”

Just as the words left her lips, a tiny demon rushed forward from the darkness and pounced onto Mammon’s back. Mammon shrieked, dropping Storm onto the ground in a panic, trying desperately to get what had just caught him off guard off of his back.

“Ooh papa! I missed you so much!” The tiny demon squealed, holding on for dear life as Mammon bucked him around like a mechanical bull. “How could you wonder off and get yourself lost like that!”

“WHAT?!” Mammon yelled as he finally got a grip on the scruff of the demon’s neck and yanked them off angrily staring at them as they purred in delight.

“You’re supposed to be an adult, and yet I’m the one worried about you!” The demon squeaked, clasping their hands together and fanning their eyelashes at him. “I can’t leave your side for one second, can I?”

“What the hell are you talkin’ about, ya menace!” Mammon growled, causing the tiny demon to erupt in a fit of giggles.

“Uh...’papa’...?” Storm raised her eyebrows, looking between Mammon and the tiny yellow-eyed demon.

“Hey, whoa hold on now!” Mammon dropped the demon to the ground and turned toward where Storm lay on the ground, rubbing her back. He waved his hands in front of him in denial. “It’s not like that, okay! Don’t go believin’ that thing. I ain’t got no kids or anythin’, so don’t ya go gettin’ the wrong idea.”

“Of course you don’t, ‘cuz you’re a virgin, HAHA.” The demon’s voice changed to a less forced cackle as he mocked the second eldest.

Mammon’s face burned deep red. “Oi! I ain’t-”

“Oohoho, who do we have heree?” The tiny demon approached Storm, taking her by the hand and kissing her knuckles before taking a long lick of her exposed arm. “She ain’t bad lookin’. Maybe you’re not as hopeless in the bedroom as I thought.”

Storm ripped her hand away as the demon cackled again, her face draining in color. “E-excuse me?!”

“Oi, now that does it!” Mammon picked the demon back up by the scruff, holding it over the edge of the look out. “I won’t hesitate to drop ya, now apologize to the lady for insultin’ her like that!”

“For...saying she’s in your league?” The demon stifled another laugh as Mammon scowled, loosening his grip on the back of the demons neck. “Anyways, I’m just yanking your chain. You’re Storm, aren’t you?”

Storm nodded warily, finally standing up and approaching behind Mammon.

“Ahah! I thought so. Long time no see, babe!” The demon yanked itself free, tumbling onto the ground and striking what was an attempt at a sexy pose. “It’s me, remember? No. 2!”

Storm groaned, remembering a small demon that she had caught trying to spy on her during her first stay in the castle. “Ah, how could I forget.”

“What are ya doin’ wanderin’ around here? Barb will have yer head if he finds out ya left yer duties, runt.” Mammon growled Stepping between No. 2 and Storm, unconsciously swinging out a protective arm to shield her.

“Oh I’m so glad you asked!” No. 2 shifted themself, sitting with one leg propped over the other. “You see, I was doing my duties until Mr. Lucifer and Lord Diavolo left the castle on an investigation and giving some stupid excuse about the play to Master Barbatos. So I followed them to see what sneaky sneaky business they’ve gotten up to-”

“Glad to know you don’t get off just creeping on humans...” Storm muttered under her breath, crossing her arms over her chest.

“-but then we got separated and now I can’t find them! I can’t call for help since Master Barbatos doesn’t know I’m here, and Mr. Lucifer would kill me if he found out I followed them! So you gotta help me find them and just say I wandered out and got lost so they’re bring me right back home, got it?!”

“Sounds like that’s not our problem, bub.” Mammon growled, turning and taking Storm by the hand. “C’mon Stormy. Let’s go home.”

“B-but...please!” No. 2 got on their knees, scooting forward to tug on the tail ends of their pants. They altered their voice to make it more high pitched, almost like that of a child. “Mammon...Storm...please help me find them! I’d be so grateful...”

Before Mammon could offer protest Storm interjected. “Fine.”

“What!” Mammon shouted, dropping Storm’s hand. “You’re really gonna help this thing?!”

Storm looked at the ground, shrugging. “I mean, what if something bad happened to them?”

“And!? It ain’t our problem!” Mammon sighed in frustration, folding his arms and kicking a rock over the edge of the lookout. “Ya just can’t bring yourself to say no when someone needs help, can ya Storm? And you wonder why we haven’t gotten to hang out yet...”

Storm was taken aback by the comment, but was interrupted by No. 2, who was smirking mischievously.

“Aww, whatsamatter? Trouble in paradise..?”

“Listen pipsqueak.” Mammon snarled, yanking up No. 2 by the scruff. “We’ll help ya find Lucifer and Diavolo, but if ya don’t shut yer cake hole in the next 5 seconds I’m gonna smack that stupid smirk right off yer face!”

“Alright alright!” No. 2 flailed, almost as if they were an unruly cat being held by it’s owner. “Deal!”

Mammon dropped them again. “So ya said they’re off investigatin’ somethin’...well, where’re they headed?”

“So you’re saying you’re not jealous?” Sarah smirked as she finished applying the dye to Fern’s hair.

“No! I’m not,” Fern scowled, “I’m just saying that it just seems like the prince is a bit too ballsy in pulling some flirtatious stunt like that. Like, really. Putting Storm in the supporting role just so he can kiss her? Can you be more obvious?”

“I agree- it feels like a snake-in-the-grass move, especially considering how Lucifer feels about her.” Heart added, checking his own hair in the reflection of the window to see if the purple dye had been applied evenly.

The other two humans paused, turning to look at Heart in confusion. After a moment of silence, Heart caught the reflection of their curious eyes, realizing they had no idea what was occurring between the first born and Storm.

“Oh come on, really? You’re telling me you guys haven’t noticed?”

“No...But I do need this tea.” Sarah waved the applicator brush in Heart’s direction. “What haven’t we noticed?”

“Yeah I’m especially curious because if Grandpa-Buzz-Kill is tryn’ to get with my girl I gotta put a stop to that ASAP.” Fern added, clearly displaying disinterest in anything related to a relationship between Lucifer and Storm.

“Well...” Heart started, swiveling his seat around to fully face the other two, “have you seen the way he watches Storm do quite literally anything? It’s like he’s in this weird trance. And the way he’s especially lenient with her...I think each of us had been in trouble with him at least 6 times our first two days, and I don’t think I’ve ever even seen her get punished since she’s been here-”

“Part of that reason is because Storm is a goody-two-shoes.” Vivi commented as she entered the music room. “Also, why are you guys talkin’ shit about her?”

Sarah grinned. “Oh, why, Vivi? Are you saying you’re friends with her or something?”

Vivi blushed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “N-no. I’m just saying that it’s better to tell someone shit directly to their face- not this passive aggressive fake nice bullshit that you do.”

“Heheh. Suuree.” Sarah winked. “I believe that just as much as I believe Fern isn’t jealous that Storm gets to kiss Diavolo in the play.”

“Doesn’t Fern have a thing for that lazy hot-topic employee?” Vivi raised an eyebrow, not being able to comprehend Fern’s type at all.

“Oh yeah, they do!” Sarah giggled. “They wanna bone both of them!”

“Shut up!” Fern snapped, flailing their arms at her. “You just think everyone is horny for everybody. You can’t tell me you’re not jealous too!”

“Oh of course I am.” Sarah replied immediately. “But not of Storm, I’m jealous of everyone else. She certainly is a snack, that’s for sure.”

“Gross.” Vivi murmured, trying to ignore the way Sarah was wiggling her eyebrows at Fern, making them laugh. “Anyways, do you have to have your gossip session here? I want to play my bass.”

“Yes, because this is the only place the brothers wont bother us.” Sarah noted. “And it’s human time! Come join us, pleeeasseee!”

Vivi groaned, but obliged, plopping down on the piano bench a bit further away from the group.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Heart continued, “He also spends an unusual amount of time with her in his study. I walked in to ask him something the other day and she was practically sleeping in his lap. And Storm’s no better, really. She’s always staring at him too, and I’ve heard from Asmo that they’ve even kissed- and maybe have done more than that.”

“Ooooooh saucy!” Sarah squealed in delight. “I can’t believe it! Storm and Lucifer... such an odd couple, but honestly they would be pretty cute together.”

“How does Asmo know they’ve done...stuff?” Vivi asked, clearly uncomfortable by the assumption being made. “I doubt Storm would tell him about this stuff. He clearly cant keep his mouth shut, like Sarah.”

Sarah winked and stuck out her tongue and Vivi rolled her eyes.

“Apparently he can feel it in their pact mark. Like, it has to do something with the sin I guess, so I’d assume it happens with the other brothers too.”

“Huh. Interesting.” Vivi noted, pondering how Satan would react to her anger if they had formed a pact.

“Well, I guess Storm is spending a lot of time with him...” Fern groaned, dragging their face down with their fingers. “What am I gonna do?! I can’t have that shit happening in my house.”

“It’s not like they’re dating.” Heart remarked, wiping off the lingering streaks of dye on their ears. “I don’t really know who would make the first move. They both seem to be in denial, or scared, or something.”

“Well, It’s pretty obvious Mammon likes her too, right?” Sarah noted, shrugging her shoulders. “They would honestly be cute together too. Why not try to set them up?”

“SARAH YOU’RE A GENIUS.” Fern shouted, squeezing her into a tight hug. Sarah whined as green dye smeared all over her face and hair in the process. “Setting those two up would be perfect. Plus, if it makes Lucifer jealous or something, maybe he’d be more distracted so we can get away with more shit!”

“Oh, that is a good point.” Vivi nodded as she thought aloud. “I’ll get Satan involved. He knows how to do romantic shit, I’m sure he’d have some good tips on how to make that all workout. Plus, he loves pissing Lucifer off so he’d probably do it for nothing.”

“Oooh this is so dirty- I love it. We’re like a group of spies.” Sarah giggled.

“Well, count me out.” Heart shook their head. “I don’t think it’s right to pry into someone’s love life like that.”

“You’re such a party pooper for someone who’s head over heels for the Avatar of Lust.” Sarah pouted, poking heart in the arm aggressively.

“W-what!” Heart’s face grew pale. “How did you know that!?”

Sarah grinned widely, booping Heart on the nose. “Asmo tells me everything, darling. And he’s got quite the crush on you too.”

The room grew silent for a moment, interrupted by loud yelling could be heard from downstairs about Mammon being on a date with Storm. Vivi groaned, and Sarah’s eyes grew wide with excitement.

“Well, better rinse your heads, guys.” Sarah stood, wiping her face with a towel. “Looks like we got our opportunity to play cupid right in front of us.”

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