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mammonshuman92 · 3 years

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Mammon & GN!MC

** TW: Stalking, cussing, religion (ish? I guess?)

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It’s been nearly 6 months since you left the Devildom. You picked up where you had left off in the human world: college, work, home, repeat. Sure, you missed your family while you were away, but now your heart aches almost constantly for the new family you loved so much, that you had to leave behind. (Not that you really had a choice in the matter.)

As much as it hurt to leave the brothers, Diavolo was right. Establishing harmony and unity with the three realms won’t go over too well if one of the human representatives doesn’t go back to the human world, now will it? Still, it sucks. Life is so boring without all of them.

And quiet.

It’s not like you don’t talk though. Yeah, Diavolo has that rule in place where they have to take turns talking to you because “human’s lives are short” and they were “taking up too much of your time”, but that’s not really going to stop them, is it?

Well kinda, actually.

You can’t really argue with a direct order from the demon lord, after all.

Is it Asmo's day to call? You thought to yourself, trying to remember (not that you ever could) the schedule Lucifer came up with. Your own schedule was hard enough to remember.

You had been picking up extra shifts at work and staying late to study at school when you could. Finding any reason to stay busy or get out of the house. The deafening silence was too much to bear.

"I wonder when I can go visit? I should call Diavolo.." you said to yourself quietly.

You were walking home from your shift at the coffee shop near campus. The sun was just starting to set and the air was slightly crisp, causing you to pull your jacket a little tighter.

If it weren't for the brilliant pinks and warm oranges cast on the sky by the setting sun, it would've felt like a regular night in the Devildom. Memories of your last few days spent there came flooding back, bringing the sadness along with them.

In just one year, you had gotten so close to everyone, but you had gotten especially close to Mammon. He was responsible for you in the beginning of course, but the connection was undeniable (no matter how much he did deny it). He was a total simp for you, and you for him. It was rather cringey to everyone else. He could be a handful at times, but that tsundere really is a great boyfriend. Leaving him behind was... well, there's no words for it.

Rounding the corner, you could see your house perfectly. Now that the sun had gone down a bit more, it was getting darker and you were suddenly thankful that you remembered to turn on the porch light before you left.

You pulled your keys from your jacket pocket while climbing the few steps to your front door, and something caught your eye. Your stomach dropped.

Not again..

You plucked the folded piece of paper that was stuck in the screen door and quickly made your way inside, locking the door behind you.With a heavy sigh, you tossed your keys on the table by the door and dropped your bag on the floor beside you. You immediately went to shower and change not giving the paper a second thought.

Not everyone in the human world agreed with the Devildom exchange student program. After you and Solomon had arrived in the Devildom, there were numerous protests by a group much like the Westboro lunatics. They were without a doubt against the program and called for it’s immediate termination. Thankfully, their personal hatred was no match for the opportunity for the realms to find peace.

When you had returned, you noticed people whispering about you, calling you names and giving you dirty looks. You've even received quite a few pieces of hate mail. Granted, the people opposed to the program were very small in numbers, even if it didn’t seem that way. It didn't bother you though. Demons ended up being some of the most important people to you. Not to mention you were kinda in love with one of them. People could say what they wanted about the Devildom and about you, their words didn't bother you.

You were still towel drying your hair when your phone rang. Tossing the towel, you rushed to the living room to fish it out of your bag, Asmo's face popping up on the caller ID. You were right, it was Asmo’s night. You were secretly hoping it was a certain greedy demon’s turn to call (not that he doesn’t text you almost constantly.)

Asmo was the same as usual. Talking animatedly about this and that, gushing over new beauty products and outfits, filling you in on all the gossip you were missing. While he was rambling, your eyes fell onto the paper that was in your door. Might as well look at the newest piece of hate mail, right?

You began unfolding the paper, quickly giving Asmo an “omg!” about the gossip he was dishing (even though you hadn’t been paying attention.)

Upon seeing the contents, all the color drained from your face. You were sure your heart sank into your stomach, but you could hear the rapid beating in your ears. You suddenly felt hot, and the air around you seemed thick.

Then the adrenaline kicked in.

With shaky hands, you quickly checked the front door making sure it was locked, and headed to the back door to do the same. You rushed around checking the windows and pulling all the curtains closed. Everything seemed fine, nothing out of the ordinary. Still, that didn’t settle your nerves any.

“MC, dear? Did you hear me?” The sound of Asmo’s voice brought you out of your frantic state.

“Huh? S-sorry Asmo. I guess I s-spaced out.” You tried your best to keep your tone normal and steady your breathing, as to not alert him to anything. You really should give him more credit, though.

“MC? Is everything alright?” His tone was different, no longer playful and flirty. You could hear the concern.

Shit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. More hate mail is all. No biggie.” You lied. Maybe he would believe it..

There was a pause on his end, “You’re STILL getting it? Don’t they have anything better to do?” Good, he bought it. For now, anyway.

After about 10 more minutes Asmo said his goodbyes, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

This piece hate mail turned out to be something much worse than the run of the mill stuff you usually received. Inside there were pictures. Of you. At work, at school, the grocery store, ...outside your house. There was also a newspaper clipping that had a picture of you and your family, from when your parents first opened their bakery a few years back. There were red ‘Xs’ marked through everyone’s faces...

The only words scrawled inside read, “I’ve been watching you. You will pay for what you’ve done, whore. And don’t even think about telling your demon fuck buddies. I know everything about you and your family. It’d be a shame if anything happened to poor old Mom and Dad because their child is an unholy slut.”

You read it over and over, tears streaking your cheeks. Hate mail was nothing new, but now this? A stalker?

Maybe I’m just over thinking it. The other hate mail was spicy too. But these pictures... There is NO way I’m over thinking this..

“Regardless, I can’t tell the brothers.” You shuddered at what their reaction would be like. It would definitely make all of Diavolo’s hard work on the exchange program obsolete. It wouldn’t be good for any of the three realms. There was still a long way to go, but the program was a giant step in the right direction to obtaining peace and understanding. If dealing with some backlash and hate mail could help get closer to that goal, then for the sake of the greater could, you could handle it.

“For now, I will bear this burden myself.”

- {3 weeks later} -

“Are you okay?”

The simple question nearly made you squeak and nearly jump out of your skin. You turn and meet the worried gaze of your lab partner. You weren’t super close with her, so you knew your current state had to be bad if she was picking up on it.

God, do I really look that bad? You got a good look at yourself this morning, and yeah, you absolutely look that bad. But then again, you haven’t really slept in a few weeks. You had gigantic purple eye bags, your hair looked like a family of birds took up residence in it. Your skin was pale and lifeless, and you began skin picking at your nails due to the anxiety. You’d even lost about twenty pounds.

“Sorry, I guess I was spacing out.”

“It’s alright. It’s just- no offense, but you look awful. Have you been sleeping?” She asked, eyes scanning your face.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Promise.” You lied. She nodded and gave you a weak smile, dropping the subject for now.

You hadn’t really been paying attention to class today. Well, for the last several days, really. You’ve been putting in less effort for a lot of things lately. You’ve been slacking off bad at school and barely keeping up at work. Not to mention you never sleep anymore. How can you though?

You left class early and although it was still early in the day, you decided to skip the rest of your lectures for the day. You’ve always been a fantastic student, so taking a day off wouldn’t really hurt anything. And seeing as today was Thursday, you didn’t even have work today. Same as every week.

Upon arriving home, you were relieved to see that there weren’t any notes left for you. Yet, anyway.

Ever since the first letter a few weeks ago, they’ve been showing up constantly. Only a few times the first week or so, but now you get at least one every single day. They’re also increasing in severity. The sender seems to be becoming more and more unhinged with every passing day.

“Dirty demon whore!!”

“You’re a HUMAN!! How dare you taint your body with demons!”

“I will cleanse you and make you pure again.”

There was so, so much more. All of it growing more and more explicit with each letter.

The whole thing was taking a huge tool on you, but what could you do? Your family’s safety was on the line. You so badly wanted to tell Mammon of even the cops, but you couldn’t live with yourself if anything bad were to happen. Whatever this psycho had planned, you would gladly put yourself in the line of fire to save those closest to you.

The whole situation has also affected your relationship with Mammon and the rest of the brothers as well. At first, you tried to hide what was happening, but they started getting suspicious and asking questions. Always wondering why you sounded so tired and why you kept cutting their phone calls super short. You always rejected their face time requests, knowing that your drastic change in appearance would be alarming and alert them that something was wrong. Lately, you’ve barely talked to any of them. Especially Mammon. He’d be the first to figure out something was wrong with you and come here ready to fight.

That honestly didn’t sound too bad. You wanted nothing more than for him to hold you while you ugly cried. Breathing in his scent while he rubbed soothing circles on your back.

Your heart started to ache.

When you got home you decided to take a nice, hot shower to hopefully help ease some of your tension and possibly begin to get a handle on your quickly deteriorating self care status.

Once you felt somewhat normal again, you put on your comfiest pj’s (which included one of Mammon’s shirts) and plopped yourself on your bed in the fetal position. It was the only thing that kinda helped ease a tiny bit of the feeling that everything was spiraling out of control. The warm scent of your most favorite demon helped calm you.

*bzzz* *bzzz* *bzzz*

Damn. I almost fell asleep..

You sat up, rubbing your eyes and reached for your D.D.D. on your nightstand. The called ID made your heart rate accelerate and your palms sweaty.

It’s him.

“Mammon..? I thought it was Beel’s turn to call?”

“I don’t care about Lucifer’s stupid schedule. I need to talk to ya.” His tone made him sound like he was on edge.

“Oh, ok. What’s up?”

He scoffed, “Really? You’ve barely messaged me back in three days. The last time I called, ya hung up after five minutes.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy.” Every lie helps break your heart just a little more.

“You’ve never been too busy before. Besides, shouldn’t ya be in a class right now or somethin’? It ain’t even noon.”

“I left class early and I’m skipping the rest of the day.” You explained.

“..Hmm.” He replied, you could detect suspicion in his response.

It was quiet on his end for a moment.

“MC?”

“Yeah?”

“..Do ya got another boyfriend? Cause The Great Mammon is definitely better! And-and, I’ll kick their ass!”

“What? Mammon, no. One boyfriend is almost more than I can handle.”

“Wha- hey!”

For the first time in who knows when, you actually giggled. It felt so good.

“So, you swear nothin’ is wrong? You’ve been actin’ so weird.” His voice was heavy with concern.

“Yeah, I swear.” Lie.

As good as it felt to talk to him, you needed to end the call before he ended up dragging the truth out of you. If any one could figure out what was wrong with you, it’d be him. The two of you had spent so much time together, that you can practically read each other like a book.

“I gotta go, ok? I have work later and I need to get ready.” Lie. But, you needed to get off the phone with him before he suspects anything.

“Yeah, sure.” He sounded so defeated. You could almost hear him pouting.

After a quicker goodbye than you usually have when getting off the phone with Mammon, you fell back onto your bed with a heavy sigh.

That was a little rough, but he seemed to believe it. I hope this will all be over soon.

With that, you quickly fell asleep, lulled by the memory of your demon’s voice. Although you wouldn’t sleep long, at least you got to fall asleep to the thought of him.

*bzzz* *bzzz* *bzzz*

Geez, are ya gonna answer or not? Ya always pick up on the second ring when I call ya.., Mammon thought.

Finally, on the sixth ring, “Mammon..? I thought it was Beel’s turn to call?”

Man, hearing your voice is like music.

“I don’t care about Lucifer’s stupid schedule. I need to talk to ya.” His tone made him sound a little rougher than intended, but it was all the same. He needed to hear you voice.

“Oh, ok. What’s up?”

He scoffed, “Really? You’ve barely messaged me back in three days. The last time I called, ya hung up after five minutes.”

I miss ya like crazy. Ya keep avoiding me..

“Oh. I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy.”

Huh? But, MC is always busy doing somethin’ and it never stopped em’ before..

He started getting an uneasy feeling deep in his stomach. He could tell something was off, but he just didn’t know what it was.

Is it ...someone else? Nah, MC wouldn’t do that. ...Right??

“You’ve never been too busy before. Besides, shouldn’t ya be in a class right now or somethin’? It ain’t even noon.” He didn’t try to hide the pout, that he knew you could hear, in his voice. His own thoughts were beginning to hurt his feelings.

“I left class early and I’m skipping the rest of the day.” MC explained.

“..Hmm.” He hummed. Thoughts started swirling around in his head.

MC never skips school, not even at RAD. Somethin’ is definitely going on. And what’s with the short answers? MC always talks like crazy. Maybe they’re mad at me?

It was quiet for a moment while he tried to sort through his thoughts.

“MC?” He asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“..D-do ya got another boyfriend? Cause The Great Mammon is definitely better! And-and, I’ll kick their ass!”

“What? Mammon, no. One boyfriend is almost more than I can handle.”

“Wha- hey!” You giggled at his response. It was small, but he heard it. It made his heart swim.

All joking aside, he did believe you. Something was definitely not right with you though.

“So, you swear nothin’ is wrong? You’ve been actin’ so weird.” His voice was heavy with concern.

“Yeah, I swear.” Those three words caused his heart to sink.

That was a lie.. MC only says ‘I swear’ while tryin’ to act like somethin’ ain’t wrong..

He pushed his thoughts aside for the time being and continued the conversation. It only lasted a few more minutes before you started saying your goodbyes. Again, cutting the call short.

“I gotta go, ok? I have work later and I need to get ready.”

Hmm. Why does that seem weird?

“Yeah, sure.” He sounded so defeated.

There was, without a doubt in his mind, something going on. Something that would make you lie to him..

One way or another, he was going to find out.

“Mammon? Are you alright?”

Mammon was sprawled out on the couch in the common room. After talking to you, he was lost in his thoughts and feeling rather down. Beel passed by the common room on his was back from the kitchen when he saw his older brother. Noticing that he looked sad, Beel went to investigate.

Mammon looked up to meet Bee’s concerned gaze and with a sigh, he sat up.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Mammon said, as he stood up to leave. Beel could tell he was obviously lying, but decided not to press the issue.

Mammon stopped a few paces away from Beel, and turned back around to face him.

“Hey, Beel. Was MC actin’, I don’t know, “off”, the last time ya talked to em’?” He asked the sixth born, thinking maybe you had accidentally let something slip.

Beel’s face seemed to twist up a little bit, and he nodded.

“Yeah, kind of. MC used to sound excited when I called, but now they hardly talk at all. And they used to send me pictures of the food they were eating and new recipes, at least twice a day, but it’s been about two weeks since the last one they sent.” He explained, sadness in his voice. While in the Devildom, you were his favorite person to eat with.

Mammon nodded at his brother, getting lost in his thoughts again.

So, it’s not just me. MC is actin’ strange with Beel too..

Neither of them had paid been paying enough attention to see Asmo enter the room.

“Mammon, there you are. I’m going out, and I need my new bag from Majolish. The one I let you borrow. And i swear, if you sold it-” Asmo stopped mid sentence when he noticed the sad state two of his brothers.

“Is it about MC?” He asked, nonchalaunt.

Mammon’s head snapped toward his brother.

“What do you mean? Did they say somethin’ to ya?” Mammon asked quickly, taking a few steps closer to his brother.

MC and Asmo always gossip with each other, so maybe they’d tell him somethin’..

“Calm down. MC really hasn’t talked to me much in the last month. I’m so hurt! Who else am I going to talk beauty products with? Lucifer? Goodness, no.”

“Asmo!” Mammon said loudly, trying to get the fifth born back on track.

“Oh, right. Let’s see.” He put a finger to his chin and thought about it. “Hmm. The only thing I can think of was during the last normal conversation I had with them. They said something about receiving a piece of hate mail. They said it was no big deal, but I distinctly remember MC seemed flustered by it. Which I thought was weird, considering it’s definitely not the first one they’d received..” Asmo explained.

Hate mail? MC has only mentioned it to me a couple times. Do they really get it that often..?

“How long ago was that?” Mammon asked. He felt like he was on the brink of something. Just a few more puzzle pieces..

“Hmm, it was right before MC started acting distant toward me. So, about three or four weeks, maybe.” Asmo explained. That’s around the time you had started acting weird with Mammon too.

“So, maybe something happened to MC.” Beel suggested.

“No, MC would tell us. ..Right?” Asmo questioned.

Mammon was so confused.

What is goin’ on with you, MC?

After talking with his brothers, Mammon holed himself up in his room. He didn’t really want to be around anyone at the moment. His thoughts were driving him crazy and giving him a headache. What was he not seeing? What piece of the puzzle was he missing?

He started going over your last conversation again, for the millionth time, looking for any kind of clue. But, you seemed normal. Well, your new normal, anyway. Distant, short answers, not giving too much to the conversation. What were you hiding?

It was something about the end of your conversation, but what was it?

He remembered your small giggle. The memory caused a smile to break out across his face. It gave him a tiny bit of hope that you were still there. That you still loved him. That whatever was troubling you, wasn’t making you forget them completely.

It was after that though. You had said “I swear”, which was a red flag, considering you only say it when you’re trying to convince him you’re ok when you’re really not.

He sighed, and rolled over on his bed. He looked at the alarm clock on his night stand, numbers glowing an angry red.

MC is probably at work right now..

Something caught his eye.

Today is Thursday... MC never works on Thursday. I guess the schedule coulda changed. No, cause MC specifically requested to always have that day off for some reason. Delivery day at their family’s bakery, I think. ...MC lied, again..

Then it hit him.

The small little lies. Avoiding all of them, even him for weeks now. Barely talking when you do answer the phone. The way you always sounded so tired and out of it.

It had something to do with what Asmo said about the hate mail.

“Hmm. The only thing I can think of was during the last normal conversation I had with them. They said something about receiving a piece of hate mail. They said it was no big deal, but I distinctly remember MC seemed flustered by it. Which I thought was weird, considering it’s definitely not the first one they’d received..”

Mammon didn’t even know that you’d been receiving that much hate mail. Sure, you’d told him about it a couple times, but he didn’t think it was that bad. Maybe it was actually pretty serious. Is that why you’d been so distant.

Mammon got up from his bed, and began pacing around the room. He almost had it figured out, he could feel it.

Asmo said MC seemed flustered, so it had to have somethin’ to do with the hate mail they received that day, since after that is when MC started actin’ weird.What if it’s somethin’ bad. Like, bad bad.

He stopped pacing.

The thought of MC being in danger was...

Mammon grabbed his jacket, where it was thrown onto the pool table and left his room in a hurry. He was on his way to Lucifer’s study, mentally preparing himself on the way. He was sure he knew what his brother’s answer would be, but he wasn’t going to just sit here. He needed to know that you were, in fact alright, with his own eyes.

I’m going to the human world. Whether Lucifer allows it or not.

| part two | | part three |

#obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me #mammon x mc

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r0-boat · 3 years

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Unhinged Belphie hcs 🌻

Dead dove do not eat!!!

I'm not kidding!!

Minors & and Adults who are uncomfortable by the tags do not interact Please!!

Nsfw + Dark Belphie headcannon:

You cannot convince me otherwise that Belphie has something for Snuff. Deep down inside he knows he took a little bit of pleasure out of choking Mc to death.

Something about begging him to spare one pitiful mortal life satisfies something in him.

Don't worry he won't actually kill you ( he's already done that) he'll just remind you that he is very capable.

When people say Lucifer is the only one into Corruption. I roll my eyes because I really think Belphie wants to fuck you up.

This demon has dark thoughts about mc. He wants to dig his claws into your soft vulnerable throat while he pounds into you. Mark your delicate fragile skin with his claws and fangs.

Completely ruin your innocence and then degrade you for it.

And then worship your shaking weak body if you were good.

Belphegor still has a bias against humans just not Mc. He just likes them only. He doesn't give a fuck about their family, or their friends. If it was up to him, he would make sure MC wouldn't have a reason to go back to the human world.

Even if you go back to the human world you can't really escape him. Oh well, no biggie,

Belphie will just become your sleep paralysis demon.

Yes he can do this!

This is the headcanon hill I'm choosing to die on!

He can enter (or make you have) your sleep paralysis.

Anyone who disagrees we will fight to the death💕

He could always make you have nightmares(and he does) like a normal creature who God was like "Naw, get down there!"

But noooo if he is going to make you regret leaving him then he's going to do it right.

Lucifer raised him so well didn't he?

Just imagine going into sleep paralysis and seeing a crude shadow of demon form Belphie in your room. Unable to use your pact command on him because you cannot speak or maybe you won't even know it's him.

Oh! But don't you worry since it's his first time using this spell on you he'll be either pretty far from you and unable to move at first.

Every time you enter that state, he get closer to you and maybe able to fully move in his shadow form.

One night he'll probably start your hallway or the far corner of your room his glowing eyes watching you for a couple minutes, then end with him able to touch your face and feel your soft skin.

And you will feel every little thing he does to you.

I personally find it fucking stupid that Solmare added the fact that he's a cannon yandere and haven't done anything about it( not that I've seen anyway).

I want to see Unhinged Belphegor again.

The body of a poor soul who thought they had a chance with you on the ground 'The MooMoo Demon tm' with their blood all over their hands and face then, laughs like a psychopath before gently kissing your face.

Belphegor, behind that cute face and soft voice his a twisted demon. He is completely aware that his looks don't match what he's actually like. Hell! we literally saw him use that to his advantage.

But he is still the Avatar Sloth so he'll never really act on any of his dark thoughts and feelings, too lazy.

You'll never see Belphie that unhinged.

Unless something really drives him to that point, your safe.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't think about it constantly~

All his brothers have at least some dark thoughts about you.

They're only demon after all~

#dead dove do not eat #obey me #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #spicy content #spicy🔥🥵#not sfw #we got soft Lucifer and unhinged Belphegor #horror #tw.snuff #tw.somnophilia #tw.dubcon #tw.yandere

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aros001 · 3 years

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First time read through light novel vol. 8. Random thoughts.

...So...does anyone else feel a little uncomfortable with that cover image between Reinhard and Felt? I mean, I know he's not going to do anything sexual to her and she's not as young as I originally thought she was (I think vol. 1 said she was 15, while ever since the anime I thought she was like 10 or something), but she still is underage, being forced into wearing and doing something she doesn't want to by a grown man, and I think just the way he's got his hand holding her bare thigh makes it feel more sexual than it should be.

Also, is Wilhelm floating? The heck is he sitting on?

Subaru was afraid of death. Dying constantly trashed his life with an unbearable sense of fear and loss. He thought it was like that for everyone; he assumed that was how it had to be. Subaru, who had experienced death more than anyone via Return by Death, didn’t want anyone else to know what it was like.

I'm definitely seeing more similarities between Subaru and Ferris here than I did in the anime. I like how they both have a more unique perspective on life and death than most people would; Subaru from his Return By Death and Ferris from being such a powerful healer (to the point he can even regenerate himself from near death, I guess). Again, for a series where death can be undone so easily, it really knows how to use that premise to show just how weighty and serious death is. While the two will and do kill, it sits with them more than it does for others because they know just how awful death can be.

Something I've really enjoyed when reading through various LN series after watching the anime first is that I end up liking certain characters that I didn't in the anime. I didn't hate Ferris but the cutesy way he talked really bugged me and I didn't focus on him much. Here though I'm definitely getting a better feel for his character, especially with how much he values life, cursing at the suicidal witch cult members for tossing theirs away so easily. He and Subaru's back and forth makes the ending feel that much more heartbreaking when Ferris has to mercy kill the possessed Subaru.

Also, just to clear up any confusion I have, is Ferris in drag or does he identify as a woman? I don't have any problem referring to him from now on as a "she" (I never had that problem with Magne in My Hero Academia) but I'd prefer to get my facts straight. Ferris also makes a joke about Subaru swinging over to his side of the fence but I'm not sure if that means he's gay or not. It's a little hard to tell how far his affection for Crusch runs, for example.

Similarly, there's Julius, a character I never disliked in the anime, but I can definitely see more of a path to him and Subaru becoming friends here. It is funny that a comment from Ferris got me thinking how something to two have in common is how easy it is for them to get others to immediately dislike them just by talking. For Subaru it's because he too often talks without thinking, shoving his foot into his mouth, and for Julius it's how unintentionally snobbish and "better-than-you" he can sound. It's also nice that the story is getting Subaru to try and work through his issues, acknowledging that he's being unfair towards Julius, whom really has done nothing wrong aside from unintentionally pricking at Subaru's inferiority complex.

Like Subaru, I thought demon beasts and monsters were just so common in the world that a barrier around a lord's domain was a very common thing. But from how the other characters in-story are talking, it sounds like Roswaal deliberately put his domain and the village in the center of (or at least nearby) a demon beast habitat. Even in the anime I always believed he knew more than he let on but here he feels like a straight-up mastermind with everything he's been pulling behind the scenes and all the things he's done that, as of yet, have no explanation or reason behind them. Just what is he up to?

One thing I'll say about this series in comparison to some others I've seen/read; the dark magic here, like with the Witch of Envy, Return By Death, the White Whale, and the Unseen Hands, really feels like DARK magic. I've seen series that have their own version of dark magic that'll make bad things happen or summon demons or sacrifice people, but this? Everything to do with the witch feels creepy and unnatural, like it's not or should not be part of the world. With how much suffering it's caused, the mystery behind the gospel, just how unhinged Petelgeuse is and his body jumping, it all feels like stuff you should really not be messing with. Even at the end with Subaru running off and Julius finding him, getting no response at first from Subaru, feels like something out of a horror movie.

Subaru keeps getting asked if he's Pride, to which I'm assuming they mean if he's the one to become the Archbishop of Pride. Personally, my theory is that because of how much the witch seems to "favor" him, Subaru is Envy, like, well, the Witch of Envy and the only one of the seven sins they never mention to have an archbishop, given Satella destroyed the other witches. If that's the case, I can only imagine how much that's going to piss off all the other archbishops, that after all their shows of devotion some schmuck came to their world out of nowhere and became Satella's favorite.

“Lending one’s strength does not mean merely swinging one’s sword. It means challenging the same foes, worrying over the same obstacles, sharing the wounds and the weight of the burdens. This we can do. This is the lesson I learned in the past.”

Obviously this is meant primarily for Subaru but I can't help but think it can apply to Rem and Emilia as well. With the exception of Puck, Emilia tends to go out of her way to avoid involving others in her problems or having them feel they owe her anything when she helps with theirs. Rem dedicated a good chunk of her life to live as her sister's replacement after Ram lost her horn and tried to kill all the demon dogs on her own after Subaru was cursed saving her. They both seem determined to bear the weight of their burdens solely on their own, like they're the only ones who need to suffer. Subaru goes back and forth on how much he involves others in his problems, but while he's more than willing to help ease the burdens on others, his problem for the longest time was that he was so fixated on "swinging his sword", as he thought fighting and strength was the only way to help (probably because strength would honestly solve a decent chunk of his own problems).

“Two days ago, the forest around the mansion became unnaturally calm... to the point that even my eyes could catch nothing. Thereupon, an armed group appeared bearing the crest of the House of Karsten, which had declared war with the blank letter... Surely you cannot blame my little bird’s heart for being on the verge of breaking?”

Ram, I had no idea how much I missed you until you came back.

Namely, that someone out there had swapped his letter of goodwill, aiming to turn Emilia and Crusch against each other.

I don't think a line or speculation like this was in the anime, which it probably should have been. Without it, it just seems like Subaru's an idiot and made a stupid mistake, but now it seems like someone is directly manipulating events behind the scenes. Personally, I'd say my money's on Roswaal if I didn't have terrible luck when it comes to gambling.

“Silence! Cease your prattle! Give that book back, right—”

“Hey, don’t shout. If you get too angry, you know—your brain’ll shake.”

...

“G...gah...! How dare you, dare you, dare youuuu! My disciple of love!!”

“Don’t gimme that, you’re the one who mixed us up! Tunnel vision! What, are you lazy?!”

HA!

Overlord was the first light novel series I read (the only other LN I'd read before was Death Note: Another Note - The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases and that was years ago), so naturally it's the series I tend to make the most comparisons to for the other series I've been reading. In this case, something I really like about both Ainz and Subaru is that, despite how they're presented sometimes, neither is actually stupid (though they too often suck at reading the room). They're both just in situations way over their head and they have no frame of reference for how to deal with these fantasy world situations. Subaru, like with tricking Sloth into getting attacked by demon beast or figuring out what was up with the flowers, has plenty of times where he shows he can come up with decent plans or quick thinking that can pull off a win. His flaws are based more in his own immaturity and need to grow more as a person.

Honestly, Ainz and Subaru are fun to compare because, of the LN MCs I've read so far, they both seem to get every break the other doesn't. Ainz is obvious. He's got actual power, tons of resources, and numerous people whose faith in him is absolute, while Subaru has almost nothing save for the curse and the clothes on his back and has to continuously struggle to make any difference. On the other hand, Ainz has no one in his life he can relate to or be his real self around, making him feel incredibly empty and lonely, while Subaru has attracted a surprisingly wide web of people around him whom, despite some hiccups, do genuinely believe in the real him.

I am 90% certain Emilia and Puck fighting Sloth wasn't in the anime. Well, no wonder anime-only fans have trouble liking her when you cut out nearly all of the character's best sh*t! [Edit: I was wrong. Another post pointed out it was at the end of ep 23. Like I said, it's been a bit since I saw the anime and I remembered none of this fight. Though I still stand by that LN Emilia is better than anime Emilia] Like I've said before, it's not like anime Emilia could just be replaced with a sexy lamp and nothing would be different, but compared to the LN version she really didn't get a lot to do in the anime outside of the first arc. She wants to be queen and sometimes heals people. Otherwise she was mostly off-screen or serving as Subaru's object of affection (and sometimes obsession). Just being able to fight isn't everything but Emilia here certainly feels like she has a lot more fire to her personality and does more when she appears. She's not just a nice, pretty girl for the MC to fight for.

Somehow, he’d died again. He’d probably lost it all once more.

He surrendered everything to the abyss. This was the familiar embrace of failure after he pathetically lost his life.

Look back at the world.

Look back at your failures.

Don’t forget. Don’t forget. Do not forget.

Ferris’s tear-filled voice. Wilhelm’s lament, shaking with regrets. Julius’s resolve and remorse, so great he probably gnashes his teeth over it—Don’t forget, ever. No matter how low you are, don’t ever let go.

Is this Satella saying this to Subaru? I'd assume so since it ends with the "I love you" line Subaru's been getting before he RBDs. But if so, why is she saying this to him? One theory is that she has her own regrets from her life and is giving Subaru a chance not to have the same. That assumes she is a good person and that the stories around her are wrong. Another theory, given the Witch of Envy title, is that she's insisting Subaru never let go of what's his. It's his (and hers, since he is hers) and no one else can have it. I mean, that applies more to greed than envy, I suppose, but stretching a bit you could say she'd be jealous of a world moving on without her.

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/Re_Zero/comments/gwjfwy/novels_first_time_read_through_light_novel_vol_8/

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lilithsgayadoptednephew · 4 years

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Holy Hands

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

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Chapter 19

Everyone piled back into the van, taking the same seats they'd had the day before out of familiarity. There were some notable changes though.

Lucifer felt much better after his third day of solid sleep, so he happily took the role of driver. Satan didn't want to take Lucifer's seat next to Beel and Belphie in the far back. For reasons he made very clear.

"I don't want to have to sit in front of Mammon . He'll pickpocket me or something." He glared back at the offending brother.

"Well maybe if I didn't have to ride in the trunk we wouldn't be arguing!" He countered.

"Sorry, there's nine of us and only eight seats. Someone's gotta sit in the trunk." Beel shrugged.

"I'll do it!" Acacia volunteered enthusiastically.

"No hey hey NO! I sit in the trunk, alright? me." He punctuated his statement by taking a defensive stance.

"Well ok then weirdo." She crossed her arms.

"Hey what about me?" Satan spoke up. "I still don't want to sit in front of Mammon."

"Suffer." Lucifer hissed before he started the car, effectively ending the discussion.

They drove in silence once again, broken periodically by tomfoolery and shenanigans.

0Utter confusion lined the brothers faces as they stared at the small house.

"Where's the rest of it?" Mammon asked rudely, earning him a solid slap on the back of the head by Lucifer.

"This is your house..?" Satan eyed the humans suspiciously.

"Give me one good motive I could have to trick you." Was MC's cold response.

Satan shut up.

"Can't we...find somewhere else?" Levi asked cautiously.

"Nope, this is it." Acacia said, popping the 'P' in the word 'Nope'.

"This is the only piece of earth we own, it's here or outside again." MC shrugged.

The brothers looked at each other in silent agreement to never sleep outside again.

"Well it's only temporary." Lucifer reasoned. "And it's actually pretty cozy from what I've seen" he looked expectantly at MC.

"Hm" was their only response.

What was their problem?

"Well...I call the tub" Levi grumbled.

"Knock yourself out man." Acacia giggled making the nerd blush as they headed inside.

0Unsurprisingly, Beel ate them out of house and home in a matter of hours.

"Wow, it took you awhile to clean out the kitchen, usually you'd go through that in seconds." Belphie teased from the couch he'd claimed.

"Well humans..-burp- can't unhinge their jaws without it really hurting." He rubbed his cheek, probably speaking from experience. "Oh…" he groaned a little as he sat down with Belphie.

"Something wrong big guy?" Acacia called from her spot on her beanbag.

"I...hurt." he hunched over as he spoke, there was a loud gurgling noise.

"You're still hungry?" She asked wide-eyed.

"No…" Another gurgle.

That answer was even more concerning.

"Maybe you're sick?" Belphie suggested.

"Maybe…" he agreed.

"Or maybe you ate too much?" Acacia put a finger to her temple and eyed Beel mischievously.

"Don't be ridiculous, I've never even seen Beel truly full." Belphie rolled his eyes. Beel took a big breath. Acacia just got up from her bag and went to the other room. She returned a few minutes later with a small red bottle and a spoon. Carefully pouring the liquid from the bottle into the spoon she offered it to Beel.

"Try this." She smiled.

Beel shook his head.

"Come on, it'll make you feel better."

Beel eyed the spoon with the mystery-liquid for a second before deciding he could trust Acacia. Taking the spoon from her he downed the liquid in one gulp. It was disgusting and he almost regretted swallowing it until a few minutes passed. The nausea and pain ebbed and he felt himself relax.

"What was that?" He smiled brightly.

"It's dextrose for nausea relief, it helps with discomfort and sickness due to overeating." She said simply.

Beel sat for a while just thinking. He watched Acacia return to the bathroom to put the bottle away. He watched Levi immediately steal her bean bag and place at the PlayStation. He watched Belphie start to dose on his shoulder. As he watched he realized something.

He wasn't hungry.

Was this how normal people felt? All the time???

There was no gnawing in his gut, he wasn't constantly sniffing the air to see if anyone was cooking, he was just content and happy. He was in the smallest house he'd ever lived in, and he was disgraced and left to hide like a fugitive. But he was indoors for the first time in days, and he was warm and comfortable and everyone he loved was there with him.

"What are you high?" MCs voice caught his attention. They'd come down from their room while he was stuck in thought.

"What?"

"You're grinning like a doofus." They clarified. "Seriously how does your face not hurt?" Levi and Belphie looked at Beel.

"Yeah...you are really smiley." Levi narrowed his eyes.

"I'm just thinking about how lucky I am." Beel said brightly, a large grin still spread across his cheeks.

"Ok weirdo."

0Belphie couldn't sleep.

He'd taken the floor out of courtesy since he could fall asleep practically anywhere, but he sorely regretted the decision now as he tossed and turned.

Was lying down always this horizontal?

The ground had absolutely no forgiveness for his pressure points, and the pillow he had wasn't nearly elevated enough. He rolled one more time onto his back, but his foot continued to fall asleep no matter what he did. If only he could follow it. Finally he resigned himself to doing the one thing he never thought he'd do in the middle of perfectly good sleep-time.

He got up.

Tiptoeing through the living room he was careful to step over Asmo sleeping fitfully on the beanbag. He thought about using the bathroom but decided to hold it when he remembered Levi's choice of bed. Maybe he should just piss outside like an animal, it would be fitting for a life on earth.

Earth, how could a place he once loved so much feel like such a prison to him now? And he knew all too well what it was to be a prisoner. Had he ever really left the attic? It was all a bit of a blur, he knew it was around the time where the two timelines had merged leaving him with two separate memories of the event. One of him escaping and... taking out his frustration on MC. The other of him still being a prisoner under Diavolo. That must have been what the other Belphegor had gone through, but it blended together as if both memories were his own.

He shook his head as he stared at the sky through the screen door in the kitchen, he must have wandered here while he was thinking. Interesting...Lilith always loved to look at Earth's sky. Something about seeing their heavenly home from below was so fascinating to her. Now the dark clouds looked angry and foreboding. Still fitting, Belphie thought bitterly to himself.

Something pushed against his legs almost giving him a heart attack, but when he looked down he was met with Chester lazily trying to get outside through the door. Belphie let the dog out before turning to go back to his floor.

"Belphie?" The call was quiet and very familiar.

"Beel...what are you doing up?" He greeted the tall silhouette.

"It's normal for me to be up in the middle of the night, why are you up?" Beel countered.

"Floors not comfortable" Belphie shrugged.

They stood for a moment, both twins being as close as they were were thinking about the same thing.

"This is really weird" Beel finally said.

"Yeah… none of us are acting right."

"Think it's cause we're human? That I can't eat and you can't sleep?"

"Gotta be, what else would it be?"

"You think maybe it's a good thing?" Beel had stepped very close to Belphie now, almost pressed against him.

"I think good or not...we're both having trouble with it." Belphie answered carefully.

"Well…" Beel thought for a moment. "I'll help you out if you want, I'm used to not being able to sleep."

"Yeah...and I'm used to losing my appetite." Belphie laughed. "Maybe together we can help each other through this."

"Sounds like a plan" Beel smiled, and Belphie didn't feel so trapped.

#obey me!#obey me fanfic #Holy Hands

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dontenchantme · 4 years

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forbidden fruit

Rated T, Satan x MC.

he was born out of the wrath of a morning star. all he knew was rage; all he existed for was hatred.

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He had been this way since the very beginning.

One day he realised he could open his eyes. He had arms and legs; he could move. He drew in a deep breath and smelled something he couldn’t quite identify – rust, a voice in his mind supplied. The stench of it made his lip curl.

There was a strange feeling in his stomach, a vicious heat that radiated up through his chest, something that was both foreign and yet terribly familiar – he had felt it within him for the longest time, an emotion that almost hurt in its intensity.

He noticed a presence behind him, whipping around with a low growl ready in his throat as the person approached. He saw a tall man with black hair, twisted horns and black wings that reminded him of an angel’s – Lucifer, the same voice in his head answered, and he instinctively recoiled at the sound of the name.

The emotion that wracked his body seemed to twist, morphing into something he couldn’t quite name, but it made him grit his teeth and he wanted to just pounce on this man, plunge his hands into his chest and rip out his heart. He wanted to see the pain and fear on his face, this man who watched him with arrogance in his red eyes – if he could he’d make him weep, and his fingers twitched, his breath catching.

What was he? Who was he? He didn’t remember. Was he even a person?

“…Satan.” The man, Lucifer, said a name in a voice that rang with quiet power. He flinched back, but something within him reached towards the name, grasping for it with searching fingers – Satan. And that was when he realised that the man had named him. He was Satan, the personification of rage, the adversary of God.

He was wrath. The muscles in his body tensed and he coiled, hissing at Lucifer as he approached – the man ignored his hostility and came closer, one hand reaching for him. Instinctively he growled, lunging for the man’s throat, but then he felt a hand close around his neck and he choked, kicking and struggling as the man held him up, his face impassive. “You were born from my rage, and you will listen to me.”

No. Everything in his body screamed at him not to listen. He had been discarded by Lucifer, thrown out of him as though he was nothing but trash. He refused to listen to someone who didn’t want him. “Fuck you,” he managed to choke out, his fingers scrabbling at Lucifer’s hand – the other man stared at him, taking in the sight of him flailing and wheezing, and suddenly he let go and Satan dropped to the ground, his lungs expanding as he drew in greedy gulps of air. He could feel his neck aching.

It was the first time he ever spoke. Before that, he didn’t even know he had a voice. “You’re dangerous. Unhinged.” Lucifer’s words were soft. “I can’t allow you to exist.”

He exhaled, eyes narrowing. “You brought me into this world, and now you want to kill me?” His voice was raspy. Lucifer hesitated – it seemed like he was searching for the words to respond, but he didn’t intend to wait for his answer.

He lunged for Lucifer again, but this time the other man didn’t react – he had almost reached Lucifer when he felt a strong hand grab him and pull him back, the newcomer barely reacting as he hissed and spat.

“Knock it off.” He whipped around and saw another man, this time with tan skin and white hair. Like Lucifer, he had wings and horns, though his wings were more bat-like than feathery. “You tryin’ to get yourself killed?”

He scowled. This man was vaguely familiar, though the name didn’t come to mind immediately. “Don’t touch me,” he snapped, but the man was stronger than him and he didn’t let go even when Satan bared his teeth, trying to shake his hand off him.

“Lucifer, who the fuck is this?” The man looked at Lucifer, who just sighed, shaking his head. The first man’s name suddenly popped into his mind – Mammon.

“Satan. It’s a long story.” Lucifer’s gaze lingered on him, and Satan lurched towards him again, snarling. Mammon held him back with little issue, though the white-haired man grimaced when Satan turned around and tried to sock him in the face.

“Like dealin’ with an angry cat, this one,” Mammon grumbled, and Satan faltered for a moment – he wasn’t sure what a cat was, but it didn’t sound very strong. Did Mammon think he was weak? Incensed, he turned his rage away from Lucifer, and Mammon yelped as Satan attempted to wrap his hands around his neck.

Even as he fought to maim Mammon or Lucifer – it didn’t matter which one, as long as it was one of them – in the distance he could hear other voices, drawing closer and closer, a cacophony of sounds that were familiar and yet not. He shut his eyes and tried to drown them out. His name was Satan. That was the only thing he knew.

He was so tired. Everything was vague, and he knew nothing. But at the same time, the rage simmered within him and he had never felt more alive.

Decades turned into centuries turned into millennia. Sometimes, Satan felt like he truly was the odd one out, the only one among them who had never been an angel.

He was born from Lucifer’s rage and all he knew from the beginning of his existence was the presence of hatred and fury. Violence seeped into his bones, and when he dreamed, he thought of misery and bloodshed, the anger of betrayal, the guilt of the aftermath. It was a beautiful, lovely thing. His thoughts were the colour of rust and darkness, hidden behind a placid smile. It was easier to do things when people didn’t realise how angry he was all the time. When he smiled, people trusted him.

Maybe it was because he wasn’t an angel that he didn’t feel as reluctant to find and tempt sinners. His brothers performed their duties as the demon princes of Hell, but they didn’t actively seek out humans the way he did. They didn’t whisper dark secrets and hidden promises into the ears of mortals – they stayed where they fell, ruling over the other demons, ruling over their sins. Satan wasn’t like that.

His brothers shared an unbreakable bond, the kind forged through conflict and war. He was a bystander to their common experiences. He knew what happened – he had been present in a way, a part of Lucifer's shadow. But it wasn’t the same, and it never would be. His brothers didn’t treat him any different than they did each other, but they didn’t have to. Their differences constantly lingered in the back of his mind.

It was difficult to trust people when they smiled. He was so used to pretending. All the smiles he plastered on his face were masks to hide the fury that bubbled away within him, threatening to spill over at the slightest impetus. Sometimes he craved the release of his anger – that was when he felt truest to himself, but when he was angry, he destroyed and hurt and that was a consequence he’d rather go without.

He threw himself into hobbies, into passions of a different sort. His brothers encouraged him, Lucifer most of all – Satan couldn’t help but feel that the eldest among them was relieved to see that he was no longer channelling his rage into destroying his bedroom walls. Lucifer was the one who taught him the most.

Satan hated it because the more time he spent with Lucifer, the less he felt like himself, and while he knew it was good to work on his temper, at the same time he didn’t want to become a carbon copy of the man who created him.

Without Lucifer, he was nothing. This was something he had an acute awareness of, and he despised that reality, despised the bud of fear that bloomed in his heart when he thought about how he had been so close to being nothing. If Lucifer had not raged against his father, if Lucifer had not incited the Celestial War that caused the six of them to fall from the heavens, he wouldn’t be here.

He would still be a part of the first-born, unknowing and unaware. And he thought that if once upon a time he was a part of Lucifer, then it was always possible for him to take Satan back, and he dreaded the idea of losing his new-found sentience.

Satan raged at Lucifer the same way he raged against himself. He found ways to resist the older demon’s influence, always passing himself off as polite when in truth he’d like nothing more than to goad him into really losing his temper because it showed that even Lucifer, the most composed of them all, could get angry.

And if Lucifer was angry, there was no need for him to take Satan back. He could live with the knowledge that for another day, he remained free from captivity.

This human was different. Her anger was nothing like his. She was softer. And she only got upset when one of his brothers did something stupid or reckless – she was angry not because of their idiocy, but because she was afraid that they’d hurt themselves.

What an altruistic reason to get angry. But he didn’t believe there was anyone in the world who could be so selfless, so he continued to watch and observe her with that empty smile on his face – she never showed any sign of real rage, not the kind he was used to seeing from foolish mortals who blamed everyone but themselves for their troubles. Knowing that frustrated him. What was she?

He hated selfless people. He didn’t know how to respond to them. He didn’t even think such people could actually exist, but here she was, a completely clueless idiot who seemed oblivious to how much danger she was constantly in, housed in a nest full of vipers. She pranced around the House of Lamentation like a fool, poking her nose in their business and, for some reason, always trying to reach out to him.

She was just a human. What right did she think she had, attempting to get into the good graces of the Avatar of Wrath? Maybe idiots like Mammon would fall for her pretty façade, but not him. He was the most experienced with putting up a front for others, and he didn’t think for even a second that she was genuine.

But he was curious to see exactly how long she could keep things up, so he began to reciprocate her advances, inviting her to go on walks with him or to visit cafes and bookstores – he liked these places because he could just immerse himself in what they had to offer and, for a moment, he could forget who he really was.

She never turned him down, and when she was with him, she always seemed to be ridiculously happy. He didn’t understand why, but it was almost enviable that she was so cheerful and upbeat all the time. How was she just not…angry? He tried to sense if she was simply good at hiding her emotions like he was – as the Avatar of Wrath he was capable of detecting even the faintest hint of another’s rage, but there was never anything for him to uncover. Her mind was clear and unclouded.

It was as fascinating as it was frustrating. He wanted to despise her but it was hard to when she looked at him with that careless smile on her face, trying to engage him in conversations that he admittedly found interesting – she appeared to share the same love for books and animals that he had, and she indulged him whenever he started on a new mystery drama and had to tell someone how he felt about the arcs and the characterisations and everything else his brothers couldn’t be bothered with.

It got worse after they made the pact, maybe because now they were bound by an invisible thread that allowed her to summon him whenever she wished. Not that she ever abused that power, because he would hate to be torn away from whatever he was doing just to listen to a mortal’s ridiculous whims and fancies. But somehow, being connected to her in that manner felt strangely…intimate.

He’d never made a pact with anyone else before her, so he didn’t know if this was normal and he wasn’t prepared to ask any of his brothers either – for all his hatred of Lucifer he couldn’t deny that some of the eldest’s arrogance had rubbed off on him. But sometimes when he looked at her from across the room, he could hear the rhythm of her heart and his heartbeat would try to sync with hers, making his chest ache.

She liked him. It didn’t take long for him to figure that out, and once he did, he had to sit on his bed and exhale, wondering why she was such an idiot. Wondering at what point he had started to care about a mere mortal’s feelings for him. Numerous women had fallen for Satan, with his golden hair and green eyes and the pretty smile he always wore on his face. She was no different from them, just one of the admirers who had fallen for the lie he so carefully crafted.

Except that she was. She was different because she bothered to read the books he read and watch the shows he watched. She was someone who was always there for him, even if he texted her at the strangest of hours, even if he made the stupidest requests. She, who never once brushed off his interests in favour of her pursuits. And he knew that he had feelings too, feelings that were strange and foreign to him, and he didn’t quite know what to do with them.

He was too used to experiencing only the most basic of emotions. Rage and hatred were a significant part of who he was. Other emotions made him feel like he was broken, as though some part of him wasn’t functioning the way it should. He was Satan the fourth-born, the personification of one of the most primal instincts in the world. He didn’t and shouldn’t have the capacity for feeling anything else, yet here he was.

There was only so much reading and culture could do to change a person. He was a prison made of glass, housing his true feelings in a brittle cage that could shatter at the slightest touch, and he was…afraid. He knew that if he could snap at her once then he could snap at her again, and the next time might not end as well as the first.

It made no sense to return her feelings or to even let her know that he knew, so he just kept his mouth shut and continued looking for her even as she blushed around him and glanced in his direction with the shimmer of hope in her eyes. He found it difficult to ignore something that was so blatantly obvious but whenever he felt himself faltering, he’d weigh the pros and the cons and decide that it wasn’t worth it to say anything because nothing good would ever come out of a relationship between a human and a demon. Wasn't a relationship of a similar nature the very cause of the Celestial War?

And when did he even begin thinking about questions like this, anyway? Not that long ago he was still convinced that she was nothing but a good actress, a liar who managed to fool all his brothers into believing she was harmless and pure. He would still think that way if he wasn’t aware of how she bared her heart to him during every conversation they shared, and never once did he sense within her any hint of frustration.

Even if she was upset or annoyed it was never at him, it was usually directed at one of his brothers, and that was understandable. He was easily irritated by their antics as well, ridiculous as they often were. The two of them had too much in common, despite being entirely different races with entirely different backgrounds. It was disturbing.

When Satan felt uneasy, he did what he always did – retreat behind the wall he built, hiding behind a mask that allowed him to control the way the world perceived him. He did the same here, determined not to let his knowledge affect the way he interacted with her. He refused to be the person who made mistakes that could have been so easily avoided as long as he didn’t act on his feelings.

She continued to smile at him, and he continued to smile back, though with every passing day he felt his heart sink a little lower in his chest. He thought about how much easier things were when he was simply hatred and there were none of these other complicated emotions. When his main purpose was to annoy Lucifer and carve out an identity that was completely separate from that of his creator.

People usually didn’t think about the fact that knowledge always came with a price. Perhaps this was the price he paid for questioning too much. Sometimes he wished he could just kill her and get this over and done with, but he couldn’t act – not just because Lucifer would murder him, but also because he didn’t want to hurt her.

Satan, the Avatar of Wrath, not wanting to hurt a human. It was unheard of. If only she knew the kind of effect that she had on him – but she wouldn’t know, because he’d never let her find out. He had far too much pride to admit something so vulnerable, even to her. And saying it out loud would give it the kind of gravitas he was trying to avoid. He didn’t want to believe that anything had changed.

Once in a while, he wondered if all this was nothing but a dream; he wondered if he would wake up to find himself back in the void, unable to move, unable to scream. He wondered if that would be preferable to dealing with emotions he could not understand, and he found that he was unable to answer his question.

#satan obey me #satan x mc #obey me #obey me shall we date

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michiigii-writes-mysme · 7 years

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Ummmmm Rfa's reactions when mc has near-death experiences while on a relationship w/ them?? Idk hi!

Mostly the weeping and gnashing of teeth… =\Assuming we’re post-game/after the After Endings, so spoiler alert!

I’m writing along the lines of MC getting into an accident and being badly hurt. Not just a “wow, that bullet grazed me!” situation, but a “we’re surprised MC survived that” kind of deal.

Zen:

Please see “Five Steps.”

His heart would clench upon getting the news that something bad happened to his girl.

He would want to be MC’s side the whole time that she takes to recover.

Zen is a man of action, and being unable to actively DO anything while MC was recovering would frustrate him to no end.

“How did this happen?!”

He sees himself as MC’s protector, and a near-death experience would feel like failure, to him.

Zen would be broken-hearted. The only thing that would help him would be if MC makes a full recovery.

Yoosung:

Instant healer mode.

Anything that MC needs to get better, he will provide.

Need a helping hand? He’s there.

Need to improve her diet? He’ll cook.

Need a temporary caregiver? He’s yours.

Will keep track of every appointment that MC needs. Will make sure she takes her meds on time.

He’ll cry on his own time; maybe after MC is better. Right now, she needs someone, and he is IT.

Jaehee:

Another faithful servant.

Would kick into work mode before having an emotional reaction.

It wouldn’t be until after she had planned out everything that needs to be done for MC, that she realize that her best friend almost died.

She writes down the last appointment in her day planner and suddenly realizes that she’s crying.

She can’t imagine her life without MC, and it was THIS close to becoming a reality.

Jumin:

“WHOSE FAULT WAS THIS?”

Cold rage.

First, he would arrange MC’s health care. Only the best doctors and nurses for his wife. Anybody who shows the smallest sign of incompetence or indifference is fired immediately.

If there is the slightest chance that someone else was at fault (eg, car accident, faulty machinery, unsafe environment in a building that is not up to code, etc), his lawyers would be sent in to deal his retribution.

Hyper-compensation of his inability to help his wife. There’s only so much to do while a loved one is healing. Jumin would fill in his time waiting for MC to recover by becoming even more doting to Elizabeth the 3rd.

If they have kids, at this point, those kids are going to get their protection dialled up tenfold until MC gets better.

He would also believe that MC coming close to death is his fault. Traditionally, the husband cares for the wife. And he failed.

Saeyoung:

Nausea.

Visceral reaction.

Severe depressive episode.

Withdraws from society to tend to MC.

MC brought him out of the dark. Coming close to losing her would almost break him.

He would find the best hospital and make sure she got to them.

Would sell his cars, if that’s what it took to get the funding for MC’s care.

Severe manic episode as MC gets better. Suddenly, it’s like he’s 707 again. Too many jokes, too many pranks. It’s his way of coping with almost losing the love of his life.

Bonus:

Vanderwood:

Outwardly, they seem almost unfazed.

Vanderwood is a secret agent, and can seem almost cold, considering how objective they can be about things. Death has always been a possibility in Vanderwood’s life. They already know how cruel life can be.

One has to look closely to see how tenderly Vanderwood cares for MC. How patient they are with MC despite their prickly attitude towards her caregivers. How soft their voice gets when they are alone with MC.

Death has always been a possibility in Vanderwood’s life. But somewhere along the line, they forgot that it was part of MC’s life, too.

Horrified, when he gets the news.

Has the luxury of being able to stay by MC’s side the whole time that she recovers.

Uses his connections to make sure that MC has first-class rehabilitation.

Exceedingly patient and gentle with MC while helping her recover.

He’s naturally inclined towards serving others, and putting their needs above his own, and I think V would actually go so far as to neglect himself while taking care of MC.

He knows he’s found something precious and good in MC, and he refuses to lose it. She is going to get better, even if it kills him.

Saeran:

Mind snap.

Hopefully an only temporary return of his Unknown self. He is unhinged and no longer completely lucid; suddenly anything and everything is allowable if it will help MC get better.

Paranoid of the doctors and nurses. Constantly hovering and double-checking their treatments with personal research.

His only tether to reality is the possibly that MC will get better.

Unlike Jumin, he has very little ethical restraint when it comes to revenge on whoever might have caused the harm on MC. Would only hold back if he believed MC would want him to.

If she doesn’t get better, he is lost.

The longer MC takes to recover, the more white hairs he gets.

The RFA and hospital staff are intimidated by this unstable man. But they do not send him away.

They see the clarity that returns to his eyes as he watches MC rest.

The clarity…and the grief of seeing her suffer.

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