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rashomonss · 5 months

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your Learning to Adapt hc was amazing, i loved it sm!!!

that being said, i need a dateables ver., i crave the sweet succulent angst (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

a/n: ahh thank you! I’m so glad you and so many others liked it omg!! I got a bunch of comments and asks for a pt 2, so due to popular demand here is a dateables + luke version of learning to adapt! hope you enjoy!

warnings: there will be some small spoilers concerning seasons 3 and 4 of the og! obey me, it’s nothing major though

readjusting | learning to adapt pt 1.

it’s not the same without you

Diavolo is left with remnants of you all around him. All the belongings you left at the Demon Lord's castle remain in the same spots they were placed in by you. None of them are touched, he can’t bring himself to.

A part of him feels as if he failed you somehow, he's supposed to be the demon prince yet he couldn’t even protect the person he cherished the most.

Whenever he eats dinner it always happens to be a human world dish. One of your favorites, for some odd reason he hasn’t wanted much Devildom food since you’ve left.

Diavolo goes through many stages of grief during this time.

At first he drowns himself in his responsibilities, so much so Barbatos questions if he is receiving enough rest.

However once you get him into bed he can never seem to get out, instead he stares at the pillow case next to him and sighs. Only a few months ago you were laying there next to him smiling as you both talked late into the night about anything and everything.

He loved talking to you. If anything he misses your voice the most. That reassuring voice always seemed to brighten his day as well as others around him. That lovely voice that would put him to sleep at night when he claimed to have trouble sleeping.

If Diavolo was honest he’d give anything to hear you call his name once again.

Barbatos finds himself lonely for one of the first times in his existence.

More often than not he’s gotten used to you being alongside him as he cooks or cleans around the castle. With that in mind he’ll turn over his shoulder to ask you something but then realize you're not there. Often times when this happens he’ll make a face then silently continue cleaning.

The numerous little D’s around the castle tend to worry for him because he’s always on edge lately. Especially after a certain trip to the market he made alone.

It was a morning like any other and Barbatos set off for one of his favorite outdoor markets. Diavolo requested a human realm dish and this place was the perfect place for acquiring human realm food.

You often went with him, explaining your favorite foods and what not to him when you got the chance. He loved leaning more about you at any given chance, especially if you were alone with him.

As he stepped into the market and gathered a few goods here and there he began to pay the shop owner and then man made a remark of him missing his other half. Barbatos knew that he was referring to you and with that he payed the shop owner quickly and then left.

Ever since then he’s stopping visiting that stall.

If he’s being honest he’s not fond of making your favorite dishes for Diavolo while you’re not here. However he’ll never mention that to anyone.

Simeon wishes to be an angel again, this was the first and only time he wished that.

If he was then…maybe he could possibly aid with your safe return. That’s what he tells himself anyway. Simeon can’t help but blame himself for whatever reason for your disappearance.

While you're gone he takes this time to comfort Luke as well as the brothers. If he’s able to keep a level head then it should make others less anxious.

He also takes up cleaning most of Purgatory Hall as well as the House of Lamentation when the brothers lock themselves away for certain periods of time.

Simeon tries his hardest to remain calm and distract himself with other hobbies he likes; however each little thing he does reminds him of you.

When he picks up a pen he thinks of how you adored his work, praised it even, as you laid on his bed while he told you numerous different story plots and tales he had for upcoming chapters. When he passes a store and sees only his reflection a pang is felt in his chest. Just a few months ago both of you shared a smiling reflection in a store window as you walked hand in hand with him.

He doesn't know how much more of this he can take, but he’ll never let anyone know that.

Luke bakes himself into exhaustion. Oftentimes he bakes recipes the two of you would make when you spent the night at Purgatory Hall. Recently however, Simeon has had to stop him because the countertops are overflowing with sweets as Luke puts a new cake into the oven.

Luke likes to carry out activities you both would do together, such as watching the same shows you liked to watch with him, or visiting the same places you would take him too when you weren’t with the brothers.

Luke misses you so much but he knows you're okay, Simeon told him so. Still that doesn’t calm his emotions any less. Because of this Luke continues to pray for your safety and will bless your belongings.

This has caused some issues with the brothers because they become unable to touch that item for a while.

Just like the others he sometimes will visit your room and just sit silently in there wishing and praying for your safe return.

Bonus characters

Mephisto finds himself ignoring the desk you use while you spent time in the newspaper club room.

Sure all of your belongings are there and in the same place as well as all the pictures of the brothers and your other friends. Even him. But he doesn’t care.

It’s not as if he dusts off your desk at the end of every week and does weekly checks on your camera to make sure it’s up to date and still has all of the saved pictures you took.

It’s not as if he hasn’t downloaded a copy of the photos on your camera to is own personal laptop and scrolls through the ones you took of you and him when he feels lonely.

Of course he doesn’t miss the human who invaded his club room and made it lively like they do to every part of the school they reside in.

He doesn’t even realize that he gets the same drink every afternoon from the vending machine. It’s not as if you brought it to him every time you showed up. He just drinks it because it’s good.

And no he doesn’t glance at the door every hour or so hoping you’d barge in. Thats ludicrous. But currently its only a hope in his mind.

Thirteen sighs as she looks across the Devildom. Usually you both would be sharing this beautiful sight together, however she’s alone today. Like always.

She deems it fine. But maybe company would be nice, maybe. She’s grown found of your voice, your company, and even the atmosphere you bring to a conversation. She could sit and listen to you for hours.

She still wears the friendship bracelet you made her. It’s never been taken off once. And since she’s had a bit of spare time while you’ve been away she made you a few. Maybe some to even wear in your next life.

Since she can’t give it to you currently she put it around the base of your candle, that she watches daily; hourly even.

For her favorite human to disappear out of the blue like this made her very protective of your soul. At times she finds herself blabbing to your candle when she’s had an interesting day, or if she has a new trap idea.

To her it’s nice talking to the candle, but she really wishes to talk to the owner of it more.

At first Raphael didn’t feel completely lonely like the others. He had a decent relationship with you but it wasn’t nearly as close as Simeon’s or Luke’s for that matter.

However a part of him can’t help but try to comfort the beings around him during this time. He does truly care for the brothers so he does whatever he can to help them as well as Simeon.

At the end of the day he does find himself missing you. The conversations you would have with him were interesting and he loved the sparkle your eye would hold when he talked about his days in the celestial realm when the brothers were still angels.

He promised to take you to the celestial realm a while ago and show off in depth how beautiful it was. You smiled at his promise and he always remember that.

Sighing to himself, he currently wished to walk with you through a celestial realm garden to ease his mind.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer #obey me angst #omswd angst #obey me nightbringer angst #obey me dateables #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael

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bloomries · 10 months

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in another universe...

includes : the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor).

summary : what could have been, in a better universe.

warnings : gn! reader. angsty angst. magical memory loss (lucifer). intense arguing (satan). cheating (asmodeus). italics indicate the 'other universe.'

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── lucifer

...we didn't have to part.

You stare at the empty photo frames. It was like all existence of your time in the Devildom had disappeared, and you were left with an empty hole in your chest. Tears form, and you miss something you don't quite remember- something familiar yet distant. Memories tampered with, yet no proof, so you continue to stare at the sleek photo frame and wonder what used to take up its space.

Closing your eyes, you sigh and set it back down in the moving box. Who knows, perhaps it was a family picture or some pretty scenery. Picking up a black feather, you furrow your brows. Where did this come from?

Your heart aches as you hear a deep laugh, and you whip around in hopes to catch a smile that you know would knock the breath out of you- but you're met with the emptiness of your new apartment. Who's laugh was that? Who made you ache this way? Dark curls and a mischievous smile flash in your mind and your breath hitches. You choke back sobs, curling into yourself. Why can't you remember something so important? It's driving you mad!

Smiling brightly, you wrap your arms around Lucifer and giggle, burying your face into his neck and breathing in his comforting scent. "Forever and always, right?" You pull back, beaming up at him, and he chuckles, smiling down at you. It's not often one gets to witness such a breathtaking sight.

"Forever and always." He confirms, giving you a little squeeze. "I wouldn't allow anything to tear us apart." His voice is quiet, a promised whisper. "I'd fight for you in every universe." He tells you. But it's a lie. In this universe, you two part, and you no longer remember such happy memories.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── mammon

...i was your only.

Perhaps it was a mistake to assume because he was your first man, you'd be his only. He was certainly your only, though, that was certain by the stabbing pain coursing through you at the sight of him smiling so happily with someone else. Another ping signifies you that someone on Devilgram had posted- Mammon. Another photo with his new beloved treasure, someone who wasn't you.

Setting your phone on your bed, you stare up at the ceiling and feel an overwhelming drowning sensation settle into your bones, your chest, your heart. No tears fall, despite you wishing they would just to get over this feeling.

Closing your eyes, you let out a breathless, bitter chuckle. How foolish of you to assume you'd be his only, his forever.

"Whaaat? There's no way that'd happen!" Mammon scoffs as he rolls on to you, "How could I possibly leave the best thing to ever happen to me!?" He's whining, pouting, at the fact you could possibly think he'd ever leave you. He loved you too much!

"It was just a hypothetical!" You defend yourself, giggling as he buries his face into your stomach. You play with his messy curls, feeling content with his answer. Not that you were really putting too much thought into this question anyway- you knew Mammon would never leave you, and you him.

"Well, enough of these dumb questions, they're depressin' the hell outta me."

"Okay, okay." You coo, cupping his face and guiding him up to kiss you. "I'll be your only, and you'll be mine. Okay?"

"Okay."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── leviathan

...you said something.

Your body is rigid, and you're waiting for him. Each passing second is excruciating but you know if he just speaks, it'll be worth it. It'd be worth the pain of waiting for him, if only he'd just say something.

"Wait!" He cries out, and although he's anxiously twisting at the hem of his shirt, he's meeting your gaze with such earnest. "I have to tell you something?"

You're waiting. Why isn't he saying something? You take a step forward but he takes one back, looking away from you. You hesitate now, and realization slowly dawns on you. He was going to do what he always did, wasn't he? He truly wouldn't take a chance...

"I- I love you!" He yells, closing his eyes in terror of yoru disgusted face or yelling. But neither come, instead a warm embrace pulls him out of his horror and he looks at you with awe.

"I love you too, Levi!"

"Okay, I understand." Your eyes fall to the ground, your hand pinching you side. You wish this was just a nightmare, that you would wake up and see that Leviathan had gained enough courage to confess his feelings to you. But it's not a nightmare, it's real, and you're unable to look at him now.

He still doesn't speak as you walk away, only wallowing in his own self pity. If only he could be someone else, someone braver- you deserve someone who speaks up, not him. Ah, but if only it was him. A him who could try just a little bit harder.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── satan

...you didn't rip my heart out.

"I don't want to fight anymore," You've grown tired of fighting, you'd rather just sit in silence than this, but Satan doesn't care, he wants to keep fighting.

"Too bad," He grabs you by the arm, "You started this shit!" You open your mouth, only to shut it. It's not like you meant to start it, you were just worried about his tendency to neglect his own health, but he only saw it as nagging and got pissed.

"Okay, I-... I'm sorry." You try to appease, but he just snarls.

He sees the fear in your eyes, and falters. Shit, he's gone too far, hasn't he? In his realization, he feels his heart clench tightly in his chest and he can't help but pull you into a warm hug. "I'm sorry, fuck, I- I didn't..." He curses himself some more, and you hesitantly wrap your arms around him.

"I'll get help," He mumbles, closing his eyes. He can't believe he nearly caught himself too late- he almost said things he regret, things he didn't mean, all in the sake of hurting you. He hates that he'd stoop so low, that he let his anger get the better of him like that. "I'm gonna find a way to fix this- this anger." He mumbles, "I'll do better, I promise, just don't leave me." And he means it, he'll do whatever he has to to help soothe all his fury.

You can't listen to him anymore, his words are tearing you to the core, he's ripping your heart out and shredding it into a million pieces right in front of your eyes and you won't stand by it anymore.

Tearing away from his grip, you say a final goodbye before leaving his room- his gaze- for the last time. You've let his hateful behavior carry on too long, and if he wasn't willing to fix it, you wouldn't stay.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── asmodeus

...i was worth it.

'Asmo just couldn't help himself,' at least that's what everyone is saying- as if it'd quell the anger in your heart. It wasn't though, it was only making you angrier. 'It's in his nature,' they argue, 'you should've known that before you started a relationship with him,' they pressed.

What they don't know is his sweet promises of you being enough for him, that he doesn't need anyone else if he has you, that you make him want to stop his nasty, awful habits. You trusted him, and it seems you're the fool to do so.

What you hate the most is that you still love him, sadly. It's hard not too, when you think about the possibilities, about what would have happened had he meant those loving words. Possibilities that are slowly breaking apart as reality crumbles in, left by messages of how you are no longer worth those promises from him.

"Ew," Asmo turns his nose up at the DM he just got. "Block." He hums, before moving on with his day. You furrow your brows, leaning in a little closer to him. What happened? You asked, and he sighs, shaking his head. "Somebody just tried hitting on me. Honestly, my bio says I'm taken." He leans his head on to your shoulder.

"And I post you almost every other day, do you think that's not enough? Should I post about you more often?" He whines, eyes closed as he feels himself relax around you. "And not to be rude, but these dummies truly could never compare to my precious darling~" He coos, giggling at the warmth that emits from your cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah," You mumble, "enough with the praise, hm?" Asmo can only smile as he looks at your flustered state. He truly can't see himself with anyone else, no one could ever make him feel as good as he does right now. Being with you, it's the best feeling in the world.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── beelzebub

...we're getting grocery's together.

You pretend to not notice him sneaking in tasty snacks as you look over the produce. Beelzebub was more than happy to attend the grocery store with you, and despite his occasional secret addition to the cart, he was happy helping you pick out what you two needed from the store.

Holding an orange in your hand, you furrow your brows. "Does this one look good-" You turn your head to look at Beelzebub, only to be met with the nearly empty shopping cart. "Oh... Right." You sigh, looking back down at the orange. It was probably good. You add it to the bag of other oranges before moving on.

Pushing the cart through the quiet grocery store, you try your best to ignore the florescent lights flickering above. Were they always so annoying? You had never noticed before.

Passing by the chip aisle, you can't help the way your gaze lingers on Beel's favorite. He claims he didn't care what kind you two got, but you knew it was his favorite, and always added it to the cart.

You pass by them and head towards the back. "Wait," You stifle a laugh as you pause your movements, turning to look at Beelzebub. "Can we get ice cream?" He asks, and you pretend to think before ultimately giving in. Besides, you wanted some ice cream too. He has an excited little smile as he finds yours and his favorite. Delicious.

You add the ice cream to the cart and stare at the sweat the drips down it. Stomach churning, you quickly put the ice cream back and take off towards check out. You didn't want to be here anymore. You regret taking Beel grocery shopping so often, all your favorite foods becoming rotten. You suppose you'll have to experiment with new brands and flavors.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── belphegor

...you turned around.

"I'm leaving." You say, tone sharp. "I mean it, Belphegor. I'll be leaving for good." He just continues to lay on his side, back facing you. You knew he was awake from the slight twitch of his shoulder. You frown.

Belphie sighs, staring at his hands, wondering what life would be like without you. He hates to think on it for too long, and turns around to look up at you lazily. "... Don't go." You eye him over before looking in the other direction, arms crossed over your chest.

"And why shouldn't I?"

"Because I want you to stay." He's growing bashful, sitting up and grabbing your wrist gently. "Please just stay. We... We can talk about this more later, for now..." He sighs, not used to apologizing. "I'm sorry for how I've been acting... I want to do better- I will do better... So, stay?"

And you can't resist, so you set your bag on the ground and climb back into the bed. "I'm holding you to your word."

"Good. I want you too. I really do want to do better."

You bite your tongue at the fact that he's still not facing you, and now he's even pretending to be asleep. Did the idea of you leaving really mean so little to him? With a broken heart, you open the door, lingering for a moment.

"I'm not coming back."

It's silent, except for the sound of fake snores.

"Bye, Belphie."

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

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lovries · 1 year

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hey! Hope im not late.

May I have Lucifer with "How long have you been cheating on me?" and "What can I do to make it up to you?" prompt? Like Lucifer cheats on Mc and they just, no screaming, no fighting, just a cold stare, a only question question and finally they just leave taking their son with them and the son maybe hitting his dad (Lucifer)? sorry if its to specific and Thank you! And it's okay if you don't do it :D

⌜ Lucifer ⌟

11. "How long have you been cheating on me?"

32. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

warnings: gn! reader, parent! au ([s/n] = son's name), cheating.

You had tried to just ignore the thoughts that crept into the back of your mind when Lucifer wouldn't return until the early hours, the gut-wrenching feeling you'd get when he told you an obvious lie, the heartbreak of knowing he wasn't thinking of you when he looked at you. You had cried plenty of tears, too many tears, and now all you could do is stare blankly at the wall, your only reprieve being your son.

But you couldn't do this anymore, you couldn't pretend to be happy, pretend to not know. Entering the familiar home office, you made sure to lay your son down before confronting Lucifer. He didn't look up from his paperwork as you cleared his throat, only a hum of acknowledgement that stung harder than a bee.

"How long have you been cheating on me?"

Your words finally caught his attention, and he whipped his head up. His eyes were wide, shock evident on his face. "Wh... What are you talking about?" But what scared Lucifer the most was the plain, cold stare you held. Emotionless, you were exhausted.

"You heard me. How long have you been cheating on me? Do you think I don't know?" Lucifer frantically puts down his pen and rushes to the other side of his desk.

"I- It's not like that, okay, I love you, you know that, right? Right-"

"How. Long." You strain your voice, not wanting to get into an argument— not sure if you'd be able to handle a voice-raising argument.

"..." Lucifer sighs, running a hand through his hair. "A few months..." He's quick to try and find your eyes, "I didn't mean for you to find out, listen, you'll always-" His words get cut off by the sobs of his and yours son, him rushing in and pounding his little fists against his father.

"Wha- Did you tell him?" Lucifer looks pained, not wanting his son to see him like this, but it was too late. Your son had seen you sneak away to cry too many times, had noticed the strange behavior of his father...

"No! They didn't say anything! You're the big meanie!" Your son cries, and your ears are ringing. You try to bring your son towards you, but he is relentless on ragging on Lucifer.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" Lucifer begs, and had you been looking, you'd see tears in his eyes. He gets on to his knees, pulling you towards him, trying desperately to get you to look at him. Your son scoffs and tries to push his father off of you.

"Nothing, Lucifer. There is nothing you can do." You whisper, your eyes falling on your son, who's crying for you. "Well, there is one thing..." You pick up your son, stepping away from Lucifer who debates on crawling towards you, begging for your forgiveness. He knows he doesn't deserve it, but he craves it nonetheless. He loves you, or he used to, and he can't bear the idea of you leaving him. He'll break up with them, they didn't mean anything, but nothing he promises seems to capture your full attention, seems to make you believe him.

"Sign the paperwork I send you." Is the last thing you say, "I'll be staying with some family, and I'll be taking [S/n] with me." At the thought of signing divorce paperwork, Lucifer begins to plead in an unsightly manner, fighting for your attention, or any remaining bit of your love. But you don't say another word, simply taking your son and leaving.

#obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #om x reader #om imagines #om headcanons #omswd x reader #omswd imagines #omswd headcanons #lucifer x reader #obey me angst #om angst #omswd angst #angst #x reader

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renomonarch5058 · 2 years

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Remember how I made that post about Mammon angst?

Well I thought of something else so prepare

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me angst #omswd angst #obey me shall we date angst #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me scenarios

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lovetei · 9 months

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AaAaaaHHHHHH I loved your “Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call” post lol :P

Could you plssssss do it w the side characters? Especially barbatos I love him. He’s my bbg lol

Sure, I'm actually just waiting for someone to request it :P

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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: Demon Brothers, Side Characters

Warnings: Slight yandere themes (Barbatos, Simeon)

Links: Masterlist

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DIAVOLO

He doesn't actually like going around

Sure, it's mentioned a lot of times that he want to visit this or that

But only if you or the others are willing to come with him

Otherwise it's as boring as doing paperworks

He won't even come out to meet important personalities

They need to come to the castle themselves because there's no damn way Diavolo will actually use effort to meet people he's actually not too close to.

But when it's you?

Damn, you better bet the moment you told him "Hey, Diavolo... I'm kind of stuck in the plaza and the brothers are surely too busy to pick me up so can you send me a driver..?"

How dare you ask for a driver?

When he's literally right there?

The moment the words "I'm kind of stuck in the plaza-" He's already in his most luxurious car starting it to get his future spouse

Hell, he'll even bought a flower before getting to you

And you two will make a scene

And you two will surely make it to the news tomorrow

He'll arrive to the place in something quite formal yet still casual

With a bouquet of flowers in his hands

Like the perfect future husband he is

And open the door for you to get in

And if you're asking why Barbados didn't do anything against him...

Well, he's got a few mouse friends there for help.

Anyways, enjoy the ride

And sign the marriage papers

Please

BARBATOS

His power holds such an important role for Diavolo

He's such a powerful "demon"

It would actually be quite nice if you were just a little more closer to him

But if you are...

He's willing to use this oh so important power for you like it's just a mere toy

You fell on the stairs and someone saw it? Reversed.

You failed a test? Reversed.

You made the wrong decision? Reversed.

If Diavolo actually saw how much he's rambling the time lines just for you he'll go insane.

Hell, he'll pass out when he knows that Barbatos is letting you use his power like he's some hourglass!

But Barbatos knows you

And he likes you

He knows that someone like you won't actually take advantage of his power like that

And would always choose to do things without it

He knows that he's your last resort

And he loves it

He loves that fact that you treasure his power so much

That you treasure him so much...

His power might seem to be the most important tool for you among the other abilities the brothers and the others gave you

And so that basically puts him above the food chain

And he'll stay there

He'll make sure you will view him as important as right now

For all internity

SIMEON

He treasures himself and the people around him so much

But mostly himself

Because that's what father told them to do

He treat his body like the temple of god

He'll walk around the Devildom with pride in himself

Not too much but not too less

He knows his worth

So when he met you

Such a wonderful human

He will also teach you how to put pride in yourself

And always be proud on what you're doing

And then he'll start to get drawn to you

The body he oh so treasured now treated like a toy for you

He once valued naturality but maybe using this makeup you love so much will make him appear more attractive?

"Oh, Simeon? Did you use some foundation and mascara?! That looks so good on you!"

Yes, MC.

Just look at him

It all started with dressing up more for you

Then it escalated

The body he once didn't let anyone touch is now open for you

Just for you

Hold his hand

Grab his waist

And use his shoulders

Ha...

God won't punish him for a little touch now would he..?

SOLOMON

He's shady and he knows it

It's been so long and he's been around may too many people

He doesn't know who to trust anymore

And who to be honest with

He always have to keep himself alarmed and ready

Because that's what the past taught him to do

And that's what the present is telling him to do

Oh, another human?

How nice...

He just hope you don't end up like him

Overly conscious

You know what... He'll help you

He doesn't want a human to fall to the same hole he is right now

He thought that he'll be the one to guide you

He didn't know that you'll guide him...

And now he's willing to do anything for you

He's willing to follow you anywhere

He's willing to give you anything

He's willing to be your loyal servant

Just like Barbatos, he's willing to use everything he have just keep you by his side

Whether it be human, demon, angel connections, money or power

It can be anything and he'll give it you

To the human who showed him the light once again.

MEPHISTOPHELES

He's a private person

That's why he has a whole ass room reserved just for him in the academy

It can't help but have his blood boiling whenever one of the brothers barging into his room unannounced

The sense of nervousness won't leave him whenever Diavolo came to visit him

And the mixed feelings when the other exchange students decided to drop by

But when you enter his room

The light started to get a little darker

And the atmosphere turned into something heavier yet more comforting feeling

Have you drank anything you're not supposed to drink human?

What's this atmosphere around you human?

Did you... Cast a spell on him human?

To be honest

It'll be better for him to know that you cast a love spell on him

Than for him to consciously know that he's falling for you

Falling for the human others already love

But he can't help but say "Why don't you stay a little longer, MC?" Whenever you drop by.

"You can stay and do your assignments or whatever here. I have a vast collection of books you might need."

It might be selfish but why don't you stay a little longer?

Stay inside this private room with him

And only him.

RAPHAEL

He's known as a hitman

And his job down here is to probably spy on Simeon or Lucifer

But this weird human caught his eyes...

Maybe he should spy on you too?

Hmm... Why are you so different?

Are you the premium version of human?

But either way...

He saw how tired you were after each day ends

It looks like this place have sucked any living hope and energy out of you

So he took this as a problem and decided to come up with a solution

He decided to help you run around errands and even take some of your work loads

Gosh... You're so busy

So tiring

Sometimes you two will just find yourself in the dark and unused alley of the school

Sitting on the floor with each others head on your shoulder

You'd mutter "So tired..." And he will pat your head to help you at least have a few minutes of nap between work.

And before he knows it

It became a habit for the two of you

Instead of going to the dark alley you decided to take some nap in the cafeteria and even on empty classrooms

The Brothers will not found you two scattered all over the academy sleeping on each other

And before he even noticed

Whenever the slightest danger occurs he's already jumping in front of you and pushing you back as he shield your fragile body

THIRTEEN

She's such a trouble maker

And you're an expert in keeping trouble makers in line

And Thirteen will make sure she don't follow that line!

She keeps on pulling pranks

Traps here

Traps there

Gosh will she ever stop

Then one day you got so busy that your usual scolding for her didn't happened

Not even once

She felt empty without your nagging voice I guess?

But that doesn't matter!

At least, now, no one will stop her from doing what she loves!

No one...

Will stop her?

But who will scold her when she's about to do an extremely dangerous prank where she might get hurt?

Who will treat her wounds when she accidentally scratched her with one of her schemes?

It's been just a few days without your nagging voice and she's already at your doorstep in the middle of a night on a weekend asking

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Why aren't you talking to me anymore?"

"Are you tired of me now..?"

It feels like she'll start crying if she says anything more so you just denied everything and said that your schedule have been fully packed

Even saying that you're a new member of the council so you became more busy

She felt so embarrassed after that

But she started to treasure your relationship more

And maybe...

Waiting in the line is not that big of a deal if it's for you...

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misc-obeyme · 5 months

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Barbatos holds the multitudes of space and time within him, but it isn't too often that he is able to bring himself fully into the present moment. The burden of heavy secrets constantly threatens to pull his mind into the past or the future. He has learned how to exist simultaneously within them, to move through them all continuously. He has learned to adapt.

So he is stunned to find how frequently you pull him crashing into the now. All it takes is a single smile, his name on your lips, the sound of your voice from another room, waking from a dream of you, or the feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips.

Barbatos notices the ability you seem to possess to arrest his attention so fully that his mind moves out of the rest of time entirely. He can feel it increase every time he's with you. It becomes easier and easier for him to exist only now in a way he never truly has before.

And yet nothing could have prepared him for the moment he sees tears in your eyes. How everything slows down, time seems to crawl by, completely out of his control, as you blink and the droplets fall like tiny crystals down your face.

The sight stops time for him just as it stops the beating of his heart.

The world resumes as soon as you're in his arms, pressed close to him so he can feel your chest heave as you cry into his shoulder.

It doesn't matter what caused this. It doesn't matter why you're hurting, only that you are. He finds he can't hold himself in various points of time while you're suffering in this one. The sound of your anguish unravels him, pulls him apart, unwinds every second of every timeline he has ever known.

Barbatos has to fight himself more than he ever has before. He knows that altering the timelines is something he can't do. Still the desire to manipulate them for you is overwhelming. To erase this experience forever from your life.

And then you settle in his arms. Your tears slow and finally stop. Your arms tighten around him and you whisper to him about how much you love him, how much he means to you, how grateful you are to have him to hold you in these moments.

Time begins again. Barbatos finds himself looking only at you, where his present is encompassed entirely in your eyes. You become his refuge when the push and pull of time is too much, when he aches to feel himself only in the now.

Barbatos will continue on into an inscrutable future just as he has traversed through a muddied past to reach this moment. And though you will have only been a single bright spot in that endless existence, he will always have the touchstone of your memory to call him back to his present self in any timeline.

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jayden-writes · 4 months

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fragile

pairing: Lucifer x gn!Reader

wordcount: ~1.5k

genre: hurt/comfort, angst

cw: descriptions of an injury (sprained ankle)

summary: When you sprain your ankle, Lucifer doesn't appreciate your attempt at hiding it.

other notes: no name, Y/N or MC used // based on this drawing by @sbmlamb // AO3 // thanks again to @gravedwe11er for helping me so much with this fic!

There was no doubt in your mind that you must have been the clumsiest being in all three realms. Twisting your ankle because you simply tried to keep up with the long strides of a demon? How utterly embarrassing.

Gritting your teeth, you kept following the brother that was escorting you back to the House of Lamentation today - Satan. It seemed as though he hadn't noticed the way you were falling behind or your minor accident at all, being too engrossed in his rant about something Lucifer had done.

Despite the mixture of pain and numbness radiating up your lower leg, you managed to catch up with him, maintaining a mostly normal expression and a steady gait. Turning his head towards you, the anger drained from his features as he observed you. He took in your carefully masked suffering and how your shoulders were heaving with the effort it had required to get back to him.

“I'm sorry,” he said, slowing his pace and giving you a worried glance, “I hadn’t realized that I was too fast for you. Are you alright? It looks like you’re in pain.”

Cursing yourself internally, you racked your brain for a believable excuse.

“I… uhm… I just have a stitch in my side. No big deal,” you explained, shooting him a reassuring smile.

Satan nodded and visibly relaxed at your words, returning his attention to the path. From that point on, the walk back was spent in comfortable stillness with him occasionally glancing at you. When you reached the mansion and entered, you exhaled a quiet sigh of relief and waved goodbye, heading straight for your room as quickly as you could without putting too much weight on your foot while still walking normally. Finally inside your own space, you hobbled towards your bed, sitting down to take off your shoe and sock, which jostled your ankle, and caused you to hiss in agony. Once it was bare, your eyes widened at the sight of it swollen and bruised.

“Fuck…” you muttered and attempted to move it, which only made the pain worse.

Suddenly, there were knocks on your door, startling you.

“Oi! It’s your turn to make dinner!” called Mammon’s voice out from the other side. Right. Of course. You had completely forgotten about that.

“Give me a moment!” you yelled back and you heard him disappear again.

Sighing, you removed the second shoe too, and slipped into a pair that had a looser fit to reduce the pressure on your foot. Then you limped towards the doorway, biting your tongue to stifle the pained whimpers threatening to escape you, and opened it. Peering outside, you looked to your left and right, checking whether someone was around. Satisfied at not seeing anybody, you stepped out and silently shut the door behind you. Making your way to the kitchen, you put as little strain as possible on the ankle.

Aside from being embarrassed about your clumsiness, you also didn’t want them to worry about you or for them to start treating you as if you were a fragile thing. You weren’t. You really weren’t. You were a human and they were demons. Surely, you would be able to handle this just fine on your own, and wouldn't have to rely on one of the brothers.

It took you almost twice as long as usual to get to the kitchen, but once you did, you immediately started gathering all of the supplies you needed to prepare the meal. Still, you stayed vigilant, closely listening for any noises so you’d know when to stop limping.

What you hadn’t accounted for, however, was the practiced silence of Lucifer’s steps. You didn’t hear him arrive, rather, you felt his presence, the way his crimson gaze burned into your back. It made the hairs on your neck stand up and you whipped around to see him leaning against the doorframe, his eyes narrowed and fixed on you.

“And what exactly,” he drawled, pushing himself off the frame to saunter towards you, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Cooking dinner…?” you replied hesitantly, although it sounded more like a question than an answer. His tall figure loomed over you, and you tried your best to maintain a casual position that kept your weight off your foot.

“Is that so?” he hummed thoughtfully, scrutinizing you. “What made you think that this was a good idea in your current state?”

“Huh? Come again?”

“You are hurt, are you not?” Lucifer’s voice was calm and collected, in contrast to the displeasure evident on his face.

“I’m not, I’m totally fi-” you began, only to be cut off by him saying your name sharply.

“Do not take me for a fool. Answer me. What made you think walking around with an injury was a good idea?”

“It’s my turn to cook dinner…” was your meek reply, and he simply sighed deeply.

“Seriously. You are incorrigible. I can’t believe you sometimes. Sit down. Now.”

Reluctantly, you obeyed him. He kneeled in front of you, reaching for your ankle, and pulled the shoe off with careful motions that betrayed the ire he was exuding.

“It’s just a bit twisted. I’m sure it’ll be fine by tomorrow, there’s no need to make a big deal out of this,” you mumbled, grimacing as you watched your swollen and bruised foot become visible again.

“Twisted, you say?” Lucifer echoed, his gloved fingers delicately grasping your injured body part as he examined it. At first, it was painful, but soon a soft glow emanated from his hands, providing a cooling sensation that dulled the ache. “It is not twisted. You sprained it, if not worse.”

“Oh…” you responded quietly. “Well, that’s not good, I guess?”

“Not good…” he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. “That certainly is one way to say it. Especially considering that you have foolishly decided to keep straining it.”

Standing back up, he hooked one arm underneath your knees, wrapping the other around your back to lift you up. Your brain short-circuited for a moment as you were held against Lucifer’s chest. He was already halfway to your room when you managed to recover yourself and glanced up at his face to study his stern expression. Red eyes darted down to meet yours, and you flinched internally at the combination of anger and disappointment swirling in them, swiftly averting your gaze. Once he had entered, he placed you on the bed and made sure to elevate your ankle, then he turned to leave.

“Stay here and do not move. I will return soon,” he said gruffly, and with that, he was gone, leaving you alone. Defeated, you let your head sink into the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Eventually, the door handle was being pushed downwards, and heels clicked across the floor as Lucifer approached you, pulling up a chair to sit on.

“I will perform a quick diagnostic spell. It may cause an odd feeling, just bear with it for a minute,” he informed you matter-of-factly, and you gave an affirming hum, only briefly glancing at him to catch a glimpse of first-aid materials before looking away again. Mumbling some words under his breath, he grazed his fingertips over the swollen flesh, the leather of his gloves barely touching your skin. It was silent for a while and your foot prickled until he withdrew his touch.

“You are lucky. Nothing is broken, however, one of the ligaments is partially torn,” Lucifer explained plainly. “You will have to stay in bed and rest for at least a week.”

“A week?!” you exclaimed indignantly, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “You can’t be serious! What about RAD? I have a presentation in two days!”

He huffed in annoyance and shot you a glare, taking out bandages.

“You have two options: either you will stay in bed voluntarily or I will have you tied to it. So, what shall it be, hm?”

Without offering a response, you sank back into the bed.

“Good. I’m glad you’re finally being reasonable,” he grumbled and started wrapping your ankle up carefully.

Turning your head away from him, you clenched your jaw tightly when the pain that he had dulled earlier with whatever spell he had used resurfaced temporarily. Lucifer heaved a faint sigh as he took note of your stubborn stillness and your tense posture. As soon as he was done, he put a cold compress on your ankle and sat on the bed next to you, the mattress sinking under his weight. He spoke your name; you didn’t respond.

“Come on now,” he whispered, his voice much gentler now, and he stroked a hand over your hair, “I am simply looking out for you, you know that, right? You are far too reckless with your health.”

“You’re one to talk,” you retorted, and pouted, but you turned your gaze back towards him, observing his softened expression as he hovered over you.

“Don’t deflect,” he chuckled, and cupped your cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I will make up for it, alright? I am going to keep you company. Does that sound agreeable to you?”

“Fine…” you breathed.

“That’s my good human,” Lucifer cooed, tilting your face up to brush his lips against yours. “Now, rest.”

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strawberrycartt · 11 months

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It's giving lesson 16 all over again

#in the mood for angst atm #obey me #obey me fanart #omswd #obey me mammon #mammon #om! tangled au #fanart #my art

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hopeluna · 2 months

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✘︙Asmodeus !

♡! hope's notes: yes this is a repost from the old blog, hush

CW: body insecurities

"If i'm more pretty, do you think they'll like me?"

The silence that followed gets broken by Asmo's laugh. He mutters a small "idiot", shaking his head, chuckling at the mirror in front of him. Well, the half broken mirror. Most of the broken shards and pieces were on the floor anyway, few embedded on his knuckles.

Looking around the room, Asmo sighed tiredly. Pillows strewn around on the floor, torn pillows ; his pristine silk bedsheets all crumpled up on the floor too. His beauty and skin care products were more or less useless now, most of them had their products dumped in the sink, some in the trash.

He supposed, in a ironic way, it was a beautiful mess.

Lucifer was definitely not going to be pleased and so, albeit reluctantly, Asmo got up to first clean his hands. A little magic would cover and heal it up.

This was the fourth-no fifth "breakdown" he has had in a week. Not his proudest moment. Its all your fault really, or at least that's what he tries to tell himself.

Asmo knew he was pretty. He is pretty. Its a fact. But then again, beauty is subjective, isn't it?

So, maybe he wasn't pretty to you. He has tried to change to your preferences though. He's wore perfumes you'd like, clothes that you find attractive, colours that you love. He doesn't understand why it's not working, he's tried everything.

Asmo knows this is pathetic but what can he do? His looks, as he's been told, are all he's got. So if you don't like his looks, you're never gonna want to speak to a ugly Asmo!

The next morning comes and he's there for breakfast as usual, joking and talking with his brothers as if he did not want to peel his skin off last night.

"You know- I have to say, I think blue looks really attractive on some people!-" his ears perk up as he glances at your direction as you talk animatedly with a hardly-listening Beel munching on his and your food.

I could use some blue in my wardrobe. Asmo continues eating as he makes a mental note to go shopping later.

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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When MC Dies and is Reborn in the Celestial Realm Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS 1.6k words | SFW | gn!Reader | Angst with a Happy Ending Content warnings: Implied Lucifer x Reader. Michael-centric POV. Mentions of (temporary) character death and grieving/mourning. A/N: This is an old piece that's been sitting in my Google docs for months. Without going into spoilers, playing Nightbringer last night reminded me of this.

DEATH

The demon brothers are in the RAD student council chambers when they sense something is wrong.

They visibly flinch and some of them gasp as a sudden emptiness washes over them.

Asmo is the first to notice that your pact mark on the inside of his wrist starts to fade.

The other brothers are frantic and start to palm over their clothes where your pact marks with them should be, realizing theirs are disappearing too.

Lucifer’s eyes go wide with realization at the same moment his D.D.D. starts ringing with an incoming call from Solomon.

Barbatos senses the seriousness of the situation and is already conjuring a portal to Solomon’s location.

Lucifer is the first one to step through, with his brothers stumbling behind him.

They arrive in the human world and see Solomon leaning forward in a chair in a bright, sterile hallway, his head down and hair falling over his eyes. His D.D.D. is still clenched in his hands.

Solomon looks up with tears in his eyes and he whispers in a strangled voice, “I’m so sorry.”

Diavolo and Barbatos have to intervene before the power caused by the brothers’ overwhelming grief threatens to rip the human hospital apart.

The demon brothers don’t attend your funeral, but those responsible for carrying out your final wishes are surprised that all the expenses have been anonymously paid for.

Solomon and the Angels watch nearby as your human friends and family circle your grave and pay their respects.

Simeon tried to prevent Luke from going with him, but he was forced to bring him after Luke begged Michael personally to let him say goodbye.

Simeon has to carry a sobbing Luke away when it’s time for them to leave, but Solomon stands by your graveside as the sun sets.

After night falls, the demon brothers materialize behind him and he teleports away so they can have privacy.

The demon brothers stand like fractured shadows around your final resting place, frozen and eerily silent, and they slowly return to the Devildom one by one. Lucifer is the last to leave, just before dawn.

REBIRTH

Michael recognizes your soul the moment you’re reborn in the Celestial Realm as an angel nearly 10 years later.

You’re not an angel youngling like Luke; your body is eerily similar to your human form without the demon pact marks or the Sorcerer’s Society sigils etched into your skin.

He is alone with you and you look at him with uncertainty - you should be an empty shell, reborn with no memory or purpose except the Celestial Realm’s calling.

Curiosity prompts him to ask you your name, and you respond with the human name from your former life.

He realizes anything you do as an angel from this point forward will be tainted by the remnants of your former existence.

Michael takes a lot of risks as he bends and twists the limits of his power to allow you certain freedoms while he deliberates the best course of action.

You ask him oddly specific questions about the human world and the Devildom that a newborn angel shouldn’t be asking; you haven’t regained your entire memory, but he suspects it’s only a matter of time.

He promises himself that he will not lie to you even when you start asking more difficult questions, but he expects that will be easier said than done.

Your knowledge is lacking when it comes to the inner working and responsibilities of the Celestial Realm and he decides to tutor you personally.

He also makes a point to keep you separate from the other angels as much as possible, especially your former exchange student companions.

Simeon starts to suspect Michael is hiding something but he can’t figure out what.

Michael knows his threats don’t scare Simeon the way they do the other angels; he begs Simeon for his patience instead, which startles Simeon into reluctant agreement not to pry further into Michael’s noticeably withdrawn behaviour.

Michael finds you one night when you are thrashing in your sleep, and when he nudges your shoulder to wake you, you cling to him as you wail at the memory of your death.

After that night, the floodgates seem to burst and your other memories quickly return.

You pester Michael with endless questions about all the friends you left behind, specifically Lucifer and the other brothers.

Michael relents when you plead with him to tell you, even though he knows that it’s going to hurt you to learn the truth:

Your death triggered a lot of uncertainty and turmoil within the Devildom. Lucifer and his brothers became the worst versions of themselves as they struggled with their grief. Diavolo had to intervene with a firm hand to prevent them from completely undoing all the progress he made in uniting the three realms while you were alive.

Relations between the Devildom and the other realms became strained and uncertain.

Michael tells you that the exchange program had been suspended until recently, but the successful conclusion indicated that the Devildom had regained focus on continued peace and camaraderie with the Celestial Realm and human world.

You beg Michael to let you return to the Devildom, and he refuses.

You threaten to fall willingly if that’s what it takes, but he warns you that your circumstances are too volatile - he can’t predict what would happen to the ongoing stability of the three worlds if you should drift off this current path.

Despite his refusal to allow you to visit the Devildom, he sees how lost and broken you are.

He promises to come up with a way for you to eventually meet the demon brothers again.

You ask Michael if he thinks they still remember you, and he grudgingly admits that he thinks that they probably do.

RETURN

In an unlikely request, Diavolo receives a proposal from Michael that would allow a Celestial Realm representative to live in the Devildom on a long-term basis.

Diavolo tentatively agrees, seeing the olive branch for what it is and knowing Michael wouldn’t make that offer lightly.

The demon brothers (except for Lucifer) want to protest on principle, assuming the worst about Michael and they don’t hide their suspicions from Diavolo or their eldest brother.

Lucifer makes it his responsibility to bring his brothers in line so that Diavolo’s goals can be achieved, even though he is just as bothered by the idea as his brothers are.

Solomon is summoned to the Devildom, a rare occurrence these days. He agrees to Diavolo and Michael’s request to host their negotiations in the human world as a neutral party.

Diavolo insists the demon brothers attend as a sign of unity and good faith; they want to refuse, having avoided returning to the human world as much as possible since your passing, but finally concede after threats of punishment from Lucifer.

Michael feels overwhelming pity for his brothers when he sees them. He can see through their masks of indifference that your absence has haunted them, although he is surprised they truly cared about you that much.

As the meeting continues, Lucifer becomes increasingly annoyed by the sympathetic looks Michael gives him and his brothers from across the table.

When discussions are starting to wind down, Michael comments that you would be proud of the work the Devildom has achieved in your absence.

The unexpected mention of your name is like a trigger: Mammon pushes away from the table and paces behind his chair; Levi hugs his knees to his chest and buries his head; Asmo covers his mouth as he lets out a sob, eyes watering. Satan tries to rise from his seat with a growl, but Beel pushes him back down; and Belphie shoots him a murderous look.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow and he grits out that they wouldn’t dream of tarnishing your memory by failing to accomplish what you helped them work for.

Michael explains that he’s surprised an ordinary human could affect him this much.

Diavolo and Barbatos share a nervous look at the growing tension, and Solomon interrupts, proposing that they end the meeting for now.

Lucifer tells Michael to stop talking about things that he couldn’t possibly understand. He pulls out his D.D.D. and tells Diavolo that he and his brothers will be leaving if they’re no longer needed.

Michael asks him about the lizard charm swinging from his D.D.D., the plastic faded and worn down by time; he nods to himself when Lucifer’s only response is icy silence, like he expected nothing else.

Michael suggests that they take a moment to meet the proposed diplomat he’d like to assign to the Devildom, the sooner the better - he insists they’re very eager to begin their assignment.

Diavolo placates everyone by stating he trusts Michael’s judgement and meeting them now isn’t necessary.

Michael’s eyes twinkle with a strange mischief that Lucifer can’t explain.

After a moment, Lucifer hears the soft swish of feathers as someone materializes in an open doorway nearby.

He recognizes the familiar pair of eyes first, and they’re staring back at him with such so much longing and hope he can barely breathe .

Time seems to stand still for a moment as everyone in the room freezes with shared looks of disbelief, doubt, and shock.

When the spell is broken, it is with a flurry of activity: Lucifer moves first, launching himself across the room and pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest, your white feathers brushing against his black ones.

The other brothers quickly surround you, and you end up in a pile on the floor as the demons you missed so much whisper your name and touch your face as if they can't believe you've come back to them.

Barbatos and Solomon both watch in stunned silence, eager to know how these events unfolded but smart enough to know that those questions can wait for now.

Diavolo wipes a tear from his eye, chuckling happily as he and Michael stand and shake hands.

Michael watches with a mixture of envy and satisfaction when you return home with his fallen brothers.

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rashomonss · 11 months

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Happy Birthday

a/n: just a little something special for Lucifer’s birthday before the day is over, enjoy ♡

happy birthday my love

Lucifer was never one to make a huge fuss over his birthday. Of course while he enjoyed celebrating it with his brothers and his two friends, that was always it, nothing more happened during this time.

Sure he would receive birthday wishes and presents as well, but he could never find himself really caring about any of it.

While it did boost his ego a bit to have so many people care for him, he realized he could always have that on a normal day, so he didn’t pay much attention to his birthday. And honestly when you’ve lived as long as he has you tend to forget how old you even are. So thus his birthdays reduced to a nice celebration that he never really put much thought into.

That was until you came around.

The first year you celebrated his birthday with him turned into one he could never bring himself to forget.

He had been working late in his office that night paying no mind to what was going on around him as he finished up paperwork for Diavolo. The faint sound of his newly purchased cursed record played through the office, and a nice breeze was let in through a cracked window. Lucifer was tired, yes, but he was comfortable.

Once he finished up the last paper of the stack he was working on he set it to the side and groaned as he glanced at the other stacks.

Reality hit him and caused him to realize he needed a pick me up before he was going to get back to work so he headed towards the kitchen with the intent of making some coffee, instead however he was met with the sight of you in an apron holding a mixing bowl.

Lucifer stood in the doorframe and admired you for a minute as you hummed to yourself while you mixed the cake batter. Unbeknownst to him you had spent months taking baking classes with Barbatos in order to make him a perfect birthday cake.

As you happily mixed the cake batter you imagined what Lucifer’s face would look like when he was presented with the cake, and you couldn’t help but feel your chest swell with pride.

Once you finished you poured the cake batter into the pans then turned around to open the oven, that’s when you saw Lucifer.

Your face turned pale and you almost dropped the cake pan, to which the first born let out a chuckle.

Surprised and honestly freaked out, you commanded him to go to his office so he wouldn’t ruin the surprise you planned.

Lucifer claimed that he just wanted coffee and that his intention was never to ruin your surprise but you still told him to leave anyway. Sighing, he turned around and made his way back to his office. On the way there however he was greeted with numerous decorations all over the house.

“Had you done these yourself?” He wondered.

His brothers possibly couldn’t have done this because he checked on all of them awhile ago and each was passed out.

Did you really take time out of your day to make all of these yourself? Lucifer was honestly impressed to say the least; he couldn’t remember the last time someone put this much effort into his birthday. If he told his brothers something like that they would definitely get offended he thought and laughed at the idea.

He took his time walking back to his office since he was admiring the entire house and the beautiful work you set up.

After a few minutes you rushed into his office with some coffee and a few slices of his favorite princess poison apple. As you sat in his office and talked with him for a bit he couldn’t help but feel truly happy for once.

So he couldn’t help his curiosity when you hadn’t come back after a while. So again he made his way into the kitchen and was met with the sight of you smiling at a cake.

He then laughed and you just screamed in the process, which made him laugh even more.

“Go away! You’re not supposed to see this!” You screamed as he walked towards the cake.

“Lucifer!”

He ignored you and instead admired the cake you just finished. It was a beautiful light blue circle cake that was decorated with ruffles and pearl sprinkles. And on the top in beautiful cursive was ‘happy birthday lucifer’ in white icing.

You waited anxiously as he looked over the cake. Your nerves were all over the place since he hadn’t said anything and it had been awhile.

“So…what do you...think?” You asked after a minute.

“It’s beautiful…you did a wonderful job MC” he smiled.

“Can I try it?” Lucifer then asked, looking over at you.

“Well it’s supposed to be for tomorrow but-“ you started, but just as you spoke the clock struck midnight.

“Well technically it is your birthday now, so go ahead” you laughed.

Lucifer nodded and grabbed a fork nearby; then he took a small piece of the side of the cake.

“It’s very good,” he said after a minute. “Very sweet too.”

“Is it too sweet?” You asked nervously.

“No no, not at all, in fact it’s the perfect amount of sweet. Just like you.” He smiled as he leaned down to kiss you.

You laughed then spoke looking up at him. “Well if you like it I can make it again for you next year”

“I’d like that.”

“Then it’s settled,” you said.

You then went to kiss him again, but after you pulled away you grabbed him and pulled him into an embrace.

“Happy Birthday Lucifer, I love you”

“Thank you MC. And I love you too.”

___

His second birthday with you was spent in the human realm when they all came to visit.

It was honestly a very exhilarating birthday because who knew the human realm possessed so many interesting things to do on one's birthday.

After the whole celebration was over however you and him relaxed in his room cuddling as you recalled the events of the whole day.

But just as you both got comfortable you sprung out the bed and rushed out the door claiming you’ll be back in a second, and you were.

You walked into his room with the same cake you made him last year, with a single candle lit and all. As you made your way through the door you softly sang him happy birthday then placed the cake down on the table as you waited for him to sit down next to you.

Once he sat down you smiled at him then spoke.

“Happy Birthday Lucifer”

“I’m glad I was able to spend another birthday with you, I hoped you enjoyed it”

Lucifer’s eyes softened and he smiled at you. “MC I’m going to enjoy any birthday I spend with you. But thank you.”

“Make a wish!” You then said pushing the cake towards him.

“If you insist.” Lucifer laughed.

He took a moment and looked at the cake as if he was thinking of what to wish for, and after a minute he finally blew out the candle and looked up smiling back at you.

“Ooh, try the cake! How is it?” You then said grabbing a fork.

Lucifer opened his mouth as you fed him the cake then looked around for a few moments.

“It tastes sweet, and again it’s very good thank you MC”

“I’m glad you like it.” You smiled, then pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you Lucifer.”

“I love you too MC.” He smiled back.

“But this isn’t going to be the only sweet thing I’m tasting tonight is it?” Lucifer joked as he leaned towards you.

“What do you mean?” You replied playing dumb, but in actuality you knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know what I mean” Lucifer said as he walked towards you and lifted you over his shoulder.

A loud plop sound was made as you collided with his bed, and no later than a second he was on top of you.

This was going to be a long night…

___

His third birthday with you was spent again in the Devildom, this time however you came to visit.

A grand party was held in the Demon Lord’s castle courtesy of Diavolo and everyone had dressed up for the occasion.

Lucifer wore a stunning navy blue suit gifted to him by Diavolo, and you wore the other matching outfit. Due to this he found it hard to keep his hands off you that whole night, and honestly he didn’t care if others were watching him, it was his birthday so he was determined to be spoiled by you.

When it came time for the cake Barbatos had brought out a large one for everyone and placed it on the center of the table. Next he brought out a small cake with a single candle and placed it in front of Lucifer.

The first born looked at you and smiled as you saw the cake.

“I hope you like it.” You said placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I always do, and thank you MC”

Everyone then sang happy birthday to him as he prepared to blow out the candle.

“In hopes for another happy year with you.” Lucifer said softly, squeezing your hand. You squeezed his back and placed another kiss on his cheek then whispered quietly into his ear.

“Happy Birthday my love”

“Promise to spend my next birthday with me?” Lucifer whispered.

“Of course I promise, I’d never miss your birthday” you smiled.

Lucifer was going to hold you to that promise.

___

This was his fourth birthday with you.

As he opened his eyes he looked up at his ceiling and just sighed. He wasn’t in any hurry to get dressed or even to see anyone, after all it’s his birthday, shouldn’t he take his time?

When he opened the door and stepped out of his room he saw all your birthday decorations across the walls and doors. Each decoration was a mixture of his favorite colors and had an elegant finish, like always. And as he walked into the foyer the large banner that read ‘happy birthday lucifer’ in cursive was hung up like always.

His brothers had made him a buffet of all his favorite breakfast and brunch foods to celebrate, and they even wished him a happy birthday enthusiastically.

As they each ate he couldn’t help but be surprised all his brothers were actually out of their rooms. Nowadays most of them hole themselves in there and don’t come out, if they do it’s because he pulls them out, but nonetheless he’s happy they’re eating.

“Oh yeah Lucifer, Barbatos made a cake for ya, he said to check if you like it, if not he can make you another one” Mammon said as they all finished cleaning up.

Lucifer nodded and made his way towards the kitchen, wondering what Barbatos had made this time. As he walked to the cake display he looked down and felt his breath get caught in his throat.

The cake resting on the glass display resembled the exact one you had made for him for the past three years. The decorations, placing, frosting colors and all. It shook him to his core to see that cake, so much so he wanted to throw up.

He was trying his hardest to pretend that everything was okay and claim he could make it through today without you, but seeing that cake just about pushed him over the edge.

He couldn’t stand seeing the decorations you made for him be put up without you here. He couldn’t stand seeing that damn banner from last year hanging up. He told Mammon not to put it up mainly because he knew he couldn’t face the fact that you still weren’t here to celebrate with him like you promised.

Besides they all saw how Asmo had a full on mental breakdown when he saw the birthday banner you made for him last year hanging up, he didn’t want to go through the same thing.

But this cake.

This damn cake had broken whatever composure he was still holding onto. Sure he knew Barbatos meant well, but he should’ve just made something else because this was too much for him to register at the moment.

As he continued looking at the cake he couldn’t help but feel sick and upset, so in a fit of anger he pushed it off the counter and watched the glass cake stand and the cake fall to the floor and shatter into pieces.

Mammon rushed in at the sound of something breaking, and was then scared at the sight of his older brother looming over the cake Barbatos had made. Lucifer’s face showed many emotions, too many for him to register a specific one he was feeling, he hadn’t ever seen so many emotions on his older brother.

“Lucifer…are you okay?” Mammon then asked as he skeptically looked at his older brother.

“Clean this up.” Lucifer then said before leaving the room. Mammon looked at him surprised, and then rushed over to try and question him again but he had already disappeared down the hall.

As Lucifer made his way to your room he tore down every decoration on the way. A part of him did feel bad for destroying the decorations you put so much effort into, but he simply couldn’t stand seeing them up.

When Lucifer finally reached your room he opened the door then slammed it shut after he entered. He didn’t want to be around Diavolo or Barbatos or even his brothers today; he needed you.

But you were no longer here.

Solomon promised to bring you back but there’s been no progress on that since he left, and Lucifer still can’t help but worry with each passing day.

But he was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you’d return for his birthday to spoil and pamper him like always.

You promised him…remember?

It was a silly wish he knows but it’s all he can do with you being away.

As Lucifer sat on your bed he heard his D.D.D ding and reluctantly picked it up to see who it was. The message was from Solomon, much to his surprise.

He opened his D.D.D to check the whole message and it read…

Solomon: Happy Birthday Lucifer!

Solomon: I love you ♡

Solomon: -MC

A single tear rolled down his face as he looked at his D.D.D.

Soon the single tear became many and Lucifer cried as he reread your message over and over again.

He didn’t care about anything anymore; he just wished you were here with him.

___

Solomon looked at the messages that showed ‘read’ and sighed putting his D.D.D back in his pocket.

He never told you he was still able to contact everyone from the present, but he figured he would at least do something nice for Lucifer since it was his birthday after all. So he sent those messages in hopes of cheering the oldest up.

Solomon then sighed again and looked over to see you smiling and laughing with this Lucifer as you served him a familiar looking blue cake.

At least one version of him was lucky enough to spend a birthday with you.

a little headcanon of mine is the reason the og obey game doesn’t do birthday events anymore is because you’re not there to celebrate with them, so they can’t bear celebrating their birthday without, therefore they don’t hold anymore events at all.

this is totally a headcanon and not me trying to gaslight myself into not facing the fact that the og game is actually dead ( ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me luficer #omswd lucifer #obey me nightbringer angst #obey me angst #omswd angst

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Hello, I'm looking for some angst.

I would like to order an extra harsh reality of

"The brothers will pick their sister over Mc if given a chance"

And some side dish of "The undertables having to fight for Mc"

Thanksiiee!!

hi!! Sorry I took so long to get to this but I was so looking forward to writing this when I got it! slight mentions at nsfw but nothing is described or really directly talked about. also spoilers for lesson 16 and also also long!! much longer than I anticipated

everything I write turns into Satan pieces somehow lol

Took inspo from Harry Potter, specifically Tom Riddle’s diary in the Chamber of Secrets (don't @ me used to be a huge hp fan)

update: part two is out and can be found here :)

the dance of the haunted (part one)

It all started with a simple trip to the second hand bookstore. Satan always invited Mc, so they were together. He needed a hand carrying back his purchases sometimes and they always went someone to eat afterwards, Satan’s treat as he could never imagine asking Mc to pay.

They bookstore they visited today was a usual for them. It was close enough to walk, but far enough to avoid running into his brothers. Satan knew Mc really enjoyed old cookbooks and worn fantasy books. They also often searched for children’s books to read to local demon children as part of a school club. While he was initially concerned with them coming into contact with a cursed book, he grew more comfortable after seeing their magical ability and that they always carried an enchanted talisman that Solomon gifted them for that purpose.

Mc was over in the nature section, flipping through a book about creatures in the 3rd ring of hell. Satan found himself in the tomes section again. He, as usual, found himself rooting through the very back trying to uncover hidden gems. He was about to pick up a book he thought Mc might like to flip through it, when he froze. Just a sliver of this book was in his vision, but he already felt the magic oozing from it. It's a wonder he didn't sense it sooner. He put the other book in a hurry and pulled out the book from the back.

It was unlabeled, with a faded green cover and a golden ribbon attached to the spine. It marked a page close to the beginning. The magic radiating from it didn't seem bad in any way. It actually seemed quite positive. He was able to place it quickly after he felt the ribbon sticking out the bottom of the book.

This was most certainly a book infused with an angelic blessing at the very least, but how in the world had this ended up in a second hand book store in the Devildom, of all places. He flipped it over, looking for anything to go off of, but found nothing but a cursive golden letter L etched on the bottom right corner. He was a little afraid to open it, giving that it was in the hands of an angel at some point. After thinking it over, if anything happened to him, Mc would help him as soon as they noticed something amiss. Thanks to the pact, it would be almost instantly.

With the thought of Mc, he slowly opened the book. On the first page and on the inside of the front cover was handwriting that seemed oddly familiar. He struggled to read the words on the page at first due to the sense of familiarity. He suddenly got deja vu, as if he had held this book before. He closed his eyes for a moment to stop the world from spinning. When he reopened them, he felt like crying, and yet, he still wasn't sure why. Once he finally read what was written, he understood why.

On the inside cover, it read "Property of Lilith Morningstar" and near the bottom in large writing was a messy scrawl he recognized as Mammon's handwriting. It said "mammon waz here" with a little drawing of himself sticking his tongue out. A heart in a different color of ink enclosed the message and drawing. On the first page was a note seemingly from Lucifer. Satan would recognize his handwriting anywhere. It was a heartfelt message from Lucifer to Lilith, saying that he hoped the gift reached her well, and that he missed and loved her.

He closed the book for a second and suddenly felt faint. He sat on the floor, holding his head in his hands. He thought about what he had just read for a moment. The book that he had somehow found, maybe by chance or fate, belonged to his brother's late sister. It was a gift from Lucifer to Lilith while he was away. He realized that's probably why he felt his emotions raging. The Lucifer in him recognized the book, since he had seemingly picked it out himself to give to his sister. How had this ended up in a second hand bookstore? He theorized maybe it had been made in the Devildom and Lucifer had purchased it during one of his trips. But, angel Lucifer would have never done that. He was disgusted by the mere thought of even having to go down at the time, so the thought of him browsing shops was out of the question. Deciding to come back to that thought later, he decided to quickly flip through it, just to see what it was.

As he reopened the book, new waves of magic hit him. He didn't recognize them, but they felt as familiar as his brothers. He guessed their magic was also somehow within this book. But since it was all angelic magic, everything having to do with this book happened before the fall, before he even existed. Much to his dismay, everything beyond the first page was blank. He closed and opened it a few times, but nothing happened. He guessed it might be locked by magic in some way. The thought of trying to magically pry it open scared him again. He was a demon through and through, and since this was blessed by angels, he had no clue what might happen to him if he tried. He was certain whoever blessed this book did not accommodate for whatever he was, but he thought it to be unwise to test the limits.

"Satan. What are you doing on the floor?" Mc walked up to him, holding a few books in their arms.

"Oh, just looking at book on the bottom shelf. I got tired of crouching." He quickly placed the green book down on top of a stack of his other books.

"I get that. Just wanted to let you know I'm ready to be done when you are. Don't rush for me." They turned to walk away, but Satan stopped them.

"I'm done too. I was finishing up." He moved to get up. Mc turned back around to look at him.

"I made great timing then! Here, I'll carry some of these for you." They grabbed the first few books off his stack. He felt his stomach lurch when they touched the green book. He couldn't help but feel nervous with them handling the book, although he wasn't sure why. He didn't want to say anything about it to them, and again, he didn't know why. For now, maybe it was best he kept this to himself anyways. Mc’s expression didn't change and they continued to pile on the books until the green one was in the middle. There was nothing special about that book to them.

"Thank you." Satan made himself say. He picked up the remaining books and they proceeded to the check out together. Today, an older demon worked the register. She was familiar with the pair and had a soft spot for Mc.

"Is that everything for today?" She asked them as she counted the books. Between the two of them, they had thirteen books. Satan handed the demon the needed amount of grim, and waved them on their way. Satan insisted on carrying the bag of books home, since this time there wasn’t too many.

"Let's stop at a café on our way home. I'm dying for something warm to drink right now." Mc grabbed Satan's hand and pulled him in the direction they wanted to go in. He smiled and allowed himself to be dragged off. While they were enjoying coffee together, he was able to temporally forget about the book he had discovered. All of his thoughts were about Mc for the time being.

When they arrived home together, Mc loudly announced that they were there. Mammon came running to greet them. "Mc! I got somethin' for ya! Ya gotta come with me right now!" He grabbed both of the hands and began to pull them away.

"Thank you for the coffee and books, Satan. Tell me about what you bought at dinner tonight." They looked back at him before looking at Mammon again.

"I will. I'll drop off your books in your room. I had a great time." He lifted a hand at them, as a goodbye.

"Mc!" Mammon began to whine.

"Yes, yes. Let's go now." Mammon took off with Mc in tow, leaving Satan stewing in his thoughts again. He went back to his room with all of the books. The other books he had picked out were no longer interesting compared to the Lilith book. However, he didn't want to mess with it while his brothers were awake. The last thing he wanted was them finding out. While he felt bad keeping it from them, something in him was telling him not to show it to them yet. He had promised Mc he would tell them about the books he picked out. The only one he wanted to read was the one about cats. He could easily talk about it to Mc anyways, without having to worry about the Lilith book crossing his mind.

He read until it was time for dinner. Today, it was Asmo’s turn to cook. He was actually a pretty good cook, probably the best in the house. It always turned out well and was plated gorgeous on top of that. He came to the dinner table with the book he hand been reading, still reading. He took his seat across from Mc, not looking up just yet.

“Hey, is that one of the new books?” Satan looked over his book and saw Mc peering at him.

“Yes, actually. It’s a cat book! Cats are the best.” He happily pointed to the picture of a cat on the front. As they ate, the conversation began to drift away from books, and onto something that Satan thought was irrelevant. He tried to go back to reading, but found himself reading the same lines over and over again. His thoughts had reverted to the little green book sitting in a pile of books on his bed. He has buried it, just in case someone happened to walk in.

As Mc mediated yet another argument between Levi and Mammon, he couldn’t find it in himself to silently seethe and glare at his brothers as he usually did. He blankly stared at his book, picking at his food. He was stuck wondering why the book didn’t say anything. He planned what he would do once he got back to his room. He knew he had a book of protective spells somewhere in the house that he might use to protect himself before attempting to interact with the book more.

“Satan. Is everything alright?” Lucifer placed a hand on his shoulder, catching him off guard. The table was basically empty now, much to his surprise. It was only Beel, Belphie and himself still seated. Beel was still eating and Belphie was passed out next to him.

“Nothing is wrong.” Satan snapped back after a moment.

“Alright. Please don’t forget do the dishes.” Lucifer retraced his hand, and with one final, unreadable look at Satan, left the room. He was unsure about how to feel about Lucifer noticing something was amiss. He snapped his book shut. He wasn’t really reading it in the first place. He put the book down on the kitchen counter and began absentmindedly doing the dishes. He was lost in though about the book currently buried underneath about twenty other books on his bed.

He finished in record time. He grabbed his cat book, figuring Beel could wash his own dish once he was done. He retreated to his room. He was released to find everything just as he left it. He dug up the green book from his pile, placing all the other books on the floor for the time being. He sat at his desk, running his hands over the cover. Under his little desk lamp, it seemed to sparkle in a way that he hasn’t previously noticed. Once he opened it, he was greeted with what he has seen earlier that day. But, to his surprise, there was more beyond that.

Most of the pages in the front of the book curled from usage. At the top of each page, was a note of the date. Below this, was a diary entry of sorts. Sometimes, it was just a to-do list, or a recipe. Others, he found Lilith’s accounts of her day to day life. He decided to start at the beginning, reading the first ever entry. He hoped to gain a little context of what exactly this journal was and how it worked.

Lilith had written on the first page after the note from Lucifer about how he has sent her this journal while on a trip to the Devildom, stating it was made by a human according to the tag on the outside of the journal. He enchanted it himself to only allow her to see the contents of this journal.

Satan paused his reading for a moment. If it has been enchanted to only allow Lilith to read the journal, how was he able to read it just now? He wasn’t close to her. They never knew each other. As he flipped to the next page to hopefully skim it for context of any kind, the words in front of him began to fade. The ink retracted into the page, from the last letter she had written, to the first. He wasn’t sure what he could do to prevent this, so he just quickly read what he could. The next page was something about how Belphie had wanted to take a look at it and something about Beel. Once he got there, the words has begun to erase themselves. He watched helplessly as everything disappeared. Soon, he was just stuck with the plain book he had discovered that afternoon, and the cover no longer shimmered.

He sighed, flipping through it again. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. He was about to check out the back cover again when he heard his door being pushed open.

“Satan! Thought I would find you here.” Mc greeted him.

“It’s my room. What did you expect?” He shut the book in a hurry.

“Well, I can just as often find you in the library.” They approached him, touching his face. They outlined his jaw and smoothed his cheeks with their thumbs. He reached for their wrists, touching them with an imploring look.

“What’s the matter?” He petted their hair. They sat down in his lap and placed their head on his shoulder. He couldn’t help but worry that the journal was right in their view now, but he hugged them close nonetheless.

“I just feel lonely.” They sighed and buried their face in his neck.

“Really? After all that time you spent with Mammon?” He laughed a little at their predicament.

“Don’t laugh! It’s not the same as when I’m with you.” They pouted and puffed their cheeks out. He chuckled a little more at the cute face they made at him.

“Alright, alright. I’ll stop. What can I do for you, my beloved?” He could get lost in their eyes.

“Give me affection! Just kisses will do.” They pointed to their forehead. Satan smiled at them, amused.

“As you wish.” He began to pepper their face in kisses. As Mc grew more needy, the more he satisfied them. One thing led to another, as they ended up in Satan’s bed. They stayed together for the rest of the night, the journal long forgotten.

Early the next morning, after their night of passion, Satan awoke abruptly. He looked around. He was in his own room, but his clothes were scattered around the room. A shirt was hanging by a thread off a tall pile of books. Mc was asleep next to him, their arms wrapped around him. His lamp light was still on. He reached over as far as he could to reach the off switch. Before he could hit it, he saw the journal. He glanced back at Mc. He didn’t want to wake them, but he felt the urge to open it. He reached out to touch it, and as soon as he did, he noticed it began to shimmer like it had before. He was amazed. He quickly flipped as best as he could to a random page with one hand. He could see lots of writing. He shut it again, taking his hands off of it. It remained shimmery.

He decided not to flip through it now, since he wasn’t exactly in the best frame of mind to at the moment. Instead, he noted the time; 4:03 am. Once he woke up, he would check it again to get a rough idea of how long it would stay open for since earlier, he wasn’t sure how long it had been open for. He finally shut the lamp off and let the book flutter closed. He took his mind off the book, and laid back down. He tucked an arm around Mc as best he could without waking them, and drifted back to sleep.

He awoke for the second time that day. Everything was essentially the same as it was earlier except for the time and the noise outside his door. Mc was still asleep next to him, griping him tightly. It was 8:24 am now, and he could hear Lucifer pacing around past his door in the hall. He didn't make any noise. The last thing he wanted was to see his ugly mug first thing in the morning. Because of this, he decided not to leave him room just yet, but he also didn't want to open the journal either. He would, however, check if it was still "open" or readable. He flickered on his little desk lamp again, and was greeted with the shimmery cover. He didn't want to touch it, because he was almost certain he was able to set it off that morning. Once he was able to think clearer, he would revisit that.

Instead, he grabbed the first book he could get his hands on and began to read. He wasn't sure how long he was there, just reading, but eventually he felt Mc begin to stir. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” Satan greeted the bleary eyed person snuggled into his side.

“Good morning love. How long was I asleep?” They yawned, making no move to sit up. Neither of them were dressed at the moment anyways.

“A decent amount. Longer than I did anyways.” He shrugged, placing the book facedown on his desk, over the journal.

“Thanks for not waking me. You wouldn’t guess how many times Mammon or Asmo have woken me up way too early. Granted, it’s usually on accident. Asmo with his skincare and Mammon with… I don’t actually know.” Mc rolled on to their side to look at Satan better, throwing one of their arms over his torso. He felt himself growing shy under their sleepy gaze. He knew he wasn't the only one graced with that privilege, but the way they looked at him made him feel so special. He would give them every star in the sky if they asked.

“That makes me all the more grateful that they don’t dare enter my room. Makes it quite the sanctuary, don’t you think?” Satan chuckled.

“Mmm, yes.” They yawned again.

“What do you want to eat for breakfast, sweetheart? Or is it too soon to think about that?” He asked.

“Give me a few more minutes and then I’ll find an answer for you.” Mc closed their eyes again, potentially going back to sleep. He used that time to reflect. His thoughts grew a little grim as he let them wander. That journal kept finding it's way into his mind. How had he been able to find that? What were the chances of that happening? Maybe it would have made a little more sense if one of his brothers had found the book instead, since part of them seemed to linger between the lines. He was a different story, though. The magic within must had been much more powerful than he anticipated.

Even as he turned his head to the side to look at the book again, he saw the pages glimmer in the light that didn't exist. Something seemed... wrong. He hadn't noticed it before, maybe due to the excitement of simply finding it. The circumstances of which he found it in too was bizarre. As a powerful demon, he should have noticed the angelic energy as soon as he entered the book store. He dwelled on this idea. Perhaps last night's activities had had an affect on it. He coughed a little, covering up his embarrassment from the invisible audience. As he thought more, it really made no sense that he just happened to find it. Had it been planted there for him specifically, or was it the journal itself? Just what did this book know? He did consider himself exceptional, but not nearly as much as his brothers. Their story was far more interesting than his own. He was just the consequence of their actions. Whatever the case with this book, he felt the urge to get to the bottom of it, despite the creeping dread in his gut.

He spent the next few days of his reading time picking though every page of the journal. He was able to learn so much about his brothers' days in the Celestial Realm, far more than they had ever bothered to tell him. Perhaps they thought speaking about it might bother him. Whatever the case, he found it strange to refer to them as angels. Lilith wrote lots about the twins and Asmo. She wrote less about the older brothers but it was clear they were just as important to her. He had know Asmo was the Jewel of the Heavens, but the way Lilith described him made him sound like the most amazing thing the world had ever seen. The more and more he read, the more he saw the similarities between himself and her. He too considered Asmo a trusted confidant, and a close friend of his. He too found himself sneaking off with Belphie for mischievous reasons, or spending time with Beel for his quiet, comforting presence. He began to realize how difficult losing her might have been for them. In the past, he knew it was a sore subject, especially among the youngest, but now he could really feel their pain as Lilith wrote about their daily misadventures. What they missed. Would they exchange him for her if given the chance? He shook this thought off, not liking the implications it might have.

Her innocence was painted clearly for him on each page, yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He checked the book again and again for traces of demonic magic but found nothing. The strangest part was that he couldn't even find his own. There was traces of various angels, most of which he didn't recognize, likely from the far gone past. The journal continued to puzzle him.

As time passed, the entries grew more and more chaotic. From her new lover, to the growing tensions between Lucifer and their father. They grew shorter and less carefree. Even her handwriting differed. She seemed to understand the gravity of what she had done. He knew this is when the Celestial War was about to begin. Her last entry was about her lover, again about how enchanting she found them, and how one day she hoped to spend the rest of her life with him, no matter what. He paused for a moment, realizing this entry was written likely days, or even hours before he was born. After that entry, the pages were blank. There were some pages with stray pen marks, but that's all he was able to uncover. He knew the ending to this story. The silence told it all. He sat for a while, reflecting again about everything he had seen. As he was thinking, words began to appear on the page in front of him, in the same handwriting and ink color as he had seen in the entire journal. It was Lilith's. Satan paused. He could tell the journal held magical properties, but this was not something he expected to happen.

"Hello? Anyone there?" The words appeared suddenly. He continued staring at the page until more words appeared. "You can say something you know. Ink will do." Satan began to look around for a writing utensil at these words. Once he found one, he began to pen a response.

"Hello. Are you Lilith?" He wrote down underneath the previous words. He got his own response quickly.

"Yes, I am! How'd you know that?" Satan paused again, about to write more, but was cut off as Lilith began to write more. "Haha! Just kidding. This is my journal. My name is in it. It would be weird if this wasn't me. Who are you, by the way? I don't think I've ever had a visitor." Right away, Satan thought Lilith reminded him of Asmo. He was probably like this when he was an angel.

He stopped before bringing his pen down to the page again. He was unsure on how to introduce himself. During his visit to the past, he went by Sully, which was the stupidest name in his opinion. But, he also didn't want to lie to her. Would it be wrong to tell her his story, and what happened after the war? "My name is Satan. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too! That's a pretty cool name. Interesting for sure." She wrote.

"I don't want to scare you away, but I want to make this clear as to not deceive you." He wanted to tell her the truth. He felt like she deserved to know. After all, he had always felt like she was supposed to be in his place. She even wrote in green.

"Oh, tell away then. I'm all ears. I won't judge, unless you're about to confess some sort of sin to me!" She wrote, most likely jokingly. That made him a little nervous at first, but he continued with the original plan anyways. Maybe this was his way of healing, somehow. He felt better after getting everything out. He told her almost everything. He omitted the part where Belphie murdered Mc. He didn't want to be the one to tell her, anyways. It felt wrong to tell her that her death had driven him to such an extreme. She stayed mostly silent, chiming in with a few questions and stray blots of ink on the pages near his writing, as if she was resting her pen on the page.

"I hope that wasn't too much to take in at once. Much has happened." Satan was still a nervous. He really hoped she wouldn't hate him. He was just the messenger. After all, without her, he wouldn't even exist.

"I won't lie, it was overwhelming at first. But, I'm happy to hear my brothers are doing well without me. It's comforting to know that they have you and Mc now." Lilith drew a little heart next to her message.

"Glad to hear. Sorry to leave so abruptly, but I agreed to meet Mc for an outing shortly, so I will see myself out." He wasn't lying. He had agreed to meet Mc, but it wasn't for another two hour.

"Alright. Have fun! Talk to you later." With that, everything she had said sunk into the page and left no trace behind.

"Goodbye." His words also disappeared. Just like that, their entire conversation was gone. He shut the book. He was glad she didn't object. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to leave early. He felt a little bad leaving her to stew in the information dump, if she actually existed beyond the book being open. Everything about the book confused him. Looking back at it, maybe he made a rash decision. Maybe he shouldn't have info dumped to her like that.

He decided to forget that for now to enjoy his time with Mc. They had an event to attend, and he had to get ready anyways. Later that night, he came back to the journal in order to study it. He opted not to talk to Lilith just yet. The sick feeling in his stomach had returned. Something was wrong with this journal, very wrong. It made no sense, even after chatting to her. She seemed sweet enough, but that wasn't enough to dispel that gross, nauseating feeling. He just couldn't place his finger on what. He felt as if he was losing his mind checking over and over again, for something, anything. But, he found absolutely nothing.

Eventually he got to the point where he was determining if he should burn it or not. He regretted even talking to her in the first place. He wasn't sure why, but he grew uneasy even having Mc in the same house as the journal. Somehow, it felt as if he was talking to someone else, as in not the Lilith who made the original entries. He placed the journal back on his desk, underneath his latest book finds, leaving to find Mc. He eventually found them by the door, putting their shoes on.

"Hey Satan. Good to see you!" They looked up at him.

"Hi, Mc. Where are you going?" He was relieved they were leaving the house.

"Purgatory Hall. I was invited over to play some games. Sol's idea." They began searching for their jacket. Satan noticed it hidden behind Lucifer's big overcoat. He grabbed it, and helped them put it on, thinking hard. "Aww thank you. You didn't have to do that." They beamed at him.

"I wanted to, it's no trouble." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Hey, do you think it's possible that I could come with you. I don't even have to play these games if that's an issue, I just want to be with you." He would feel even better if he was able to be with them, and get away from that journal for a while.

"Oh, of course! I'm sure they would love to have you. Besides, I've basically always got one of you brothers attached to me, they might find it weird if I showed up without one." Mc laughed. "I thought you were planning to read tonight, since I've been taking up almost all of your nights for the past week. Did something happen?" They seemed concerned, looking into his eyes.

"Thank you. Really, I can put off reading again. All time spent with you is precious. It's hard to be away from you, you should know. You're simply enchanting." He took their hand and spun them into his arms.

"Alright, if you say so! We should get going if we want to be on time. I can let them know if you need a little time to get ready?" Mc giggled, buying his excuse. They might have seen though him, but was glad they chose not to say anything.

"I just need my shoes and coat as well. I wouldn't want to hold you up, anyways." He only let Mc go in favor of getting ready. "You know, I'm honestly surprised you aren't already bringing Mammon or Asmo." He told them.

"Me too, actually. Asmo was busy, and Mammon was too distracted with his car repairs to pay attention to what I was saying earlier. I was almost held back by Belphie too. But, I'm here now and I get to spend this time with you." They stood beside him as he tied his shoes and shrugged on his jacket. As the two of them made their way to Purgatory Hall, Mc held his hand so tightly and gazed at him so tenderly, he was almost convinced they were the only thing in the world.

When they arrived, they had plenty of fun. Solomon had arranged a collection of games to play as a group that were randomly decided by drawing slips of paper. To nobody's surprise, Solomon and Mc ended up winning most of them because they were human games. Satan forgot all about the journal. That is, until, he received a phone call in the middle of one of their games. Mc was draped over him with their arms around his neck, also curious about who might be calling them at a time like this. It was Lucifer.

"I told them we were heading out. What could he need?" Mc reached for the phone but Satan stopped them.

"If the call is for me, it's probably to yell at me or something. I don't want you to be on the receiving end of that." Satan rolled his eyes, and brought the phone to his ear, planning to brush off anything he said. He was really only answering because Simeon was in the room, who would answer it for him.

"Come home. Now. You have explaining to do." Lucifer growled through the phone. At first, Satan wasn't worried. He got ominous calls from his older brother like this all the time.

"What is it?" He sighed. Mc laughed a little, causing him to smile. The others began to chat among themselves while he was on the phone. This was normal.

"You know exactly what this is about. On your desk in your room. Underneath three books. Your keys on the left. The pen you used on the right." Satan froze. The smile left his face. Lucifer always sounded serious, but this was one of the few times he sounded like he was about to rip his throat out. He had found the journal. Mc didn't hear what he said, somehow, but noticed his change in demeanor.

"What's the matter, 'Tan?" Mc brushed some hair off his forehead.

"Nothing, my love. Don't worry about it. It's the usual nonsense." He moved the phone away from his ear for the moment, and then back once he was done speaking.

"Let me speak to Mc. I want them home too. Now." The tone Lucifer used to dangerous. Satan knew that was unwise. He didn't know what his plan was, but he didn't trust him at all.

"No. I will come home, but I'm not bringing Mc. I will not needlessly involve them. This will stay between us." Satan began to grow angry. He couldn't help it. Typical Lucifer, complicating matters.

"If you don't come right now, I'll drag you both back personally." Satan knew he wasn't kidding. None of his threats were empty.

"Fine. Have it your way. We'll be home shortly." Satan hung up before Lucifer could respond. By now, the entire room was staring at him. He looked totally different than he had before. He was tense, his rage obvious.

"Are we leaving? What's the matter? Did something happen?" Mc looked at him, concerned.

"I'm heading home to take care of something, but you're staying here. I promise it's nothing serious." He lied through his teeth. He didn't know why Lucifer wanted Mc there, but he knew it couldn't be good. The journal was bad news, and they were involved in no way.

"Are you sure? Lucifer said he wanted me there, right? You know how good I am at sorting out issues in your family. I really don't mind, if that's the issues." They squeezed him a little. They were so caring. Too caring.

"I'm sure. I won't act out or anything. He's probably mad about chores or something. I wonder if Mammon sold his underwear while it was my turn to do laundry again." Satan smiled. They cracked a small smile back.

"Alright. Keep me updated. I'll be waiting for you." Mc pressed a kiss to his forehead before climbing off of him.

"Simeon, before I go, can I have a quick word?" Simeon, who was comforting Luke, turned at the sound of his name.

"Of course." Simeon stood up, gesturing for Mc to take his seat next to Solomon. Luke was seated on the floor between them. Mc looked worried, but moved regardless. Solomon looked around the room, studying everyone's expressions. Simeon walked with Satan to the entry way. "What's the matter?" He asked, holding out Satan's coat for him.

"I want you to place a blessing on this building. Do not let any demon in under any circumstance. Including me. I don't care what they say. I don't have time to explain, but something is very wrong at the House of Lamentation and I don't want a single one of my brothers near Mc." He shoved his shoes on as he spoke. He hastily put on his jacket and turned to look at Simeon one last time.

"I don't know what could be wrong, but I trust you. Mc is safe in mine and Solomon's hands." Simeon let his hands fall to his sides, opening the door for Satan. He watched as he took off running in the opposite direction of the House of Lamentation. He could only stare and wait for him to be a good distance away, before shutting the door. He went back to the living room to find Mc hugging Luke, Solomon with a hand on Luke's shoulder.

"Solomon." Simeon said the sorcerer's name. He stood up and walked over to him. "Satan didn't tell me what the matter was, but I need you to do a quick check of the house to make sure nobody but us is in here. Satan requested I bless the house to keep his brothers out." The expression on both of their faces was grim.

"Of course." Solomon shut his eyes and waved his hand. Once he reopened them, Simeon knew he had completed the check. "Nobody but the four of us are here."

"Thank you. Normally I would ask Luke to help me perform the blessing, but I would prefer to leave him alone for now. Will you accompany me?" Solomon nodded. Simeon led him away, leaving the room together, leaving Mc and Luke along together on the sofa in the once full room.

"What's wrong, Mc?" Luke asked them. For once, they had no clue how to respond to the boy.

"I'm not sure. Simeon might know more, but for now, we just have to wait. In the meantime, do you wanna play some more of the games?" Mc hoped to take his mind of the ordeal.

"I don't really feel like it, sorry." He sighed, worried. He had always had concerns about Mc living with demons and them seemed to be coming to fruition.

"That's alright. Do you want to watching something maybe? Simeon made cookies that are cooling in the kitchen, right? We can get those." Mc tried again to get him in better spirits.

"Let's wait for Simeon and Solomon to get back. They might be worried if they return and we're gone." Luke admitted.

"Good point. I'll turn on a movie for now. What do you want to watch?" Mc got up, leaving Luke in their spot.

"Anything." He usually had more to say. Mc could tell Luke was very worried.

"Alright." Mc went through the various dvds Solomon had stored away near the tv. After finding one they liked, they put it on. The two of them watched this movie together since there was nothing better to do. Eventually, Simeon and Solomon returned with said cookies. Rather than sit on the free couch, they all sat together. They could all tell Luke was worried. The desserts remained untouched.

"I have a surprise that I think you'll like, Luke." Solomon spoke up. Luke picked up his head. "I was told that Mc could stay the night, so we can have a big sleepover together. Does that sound good?" Luke perked up.

"Oh, good. That sounds great! I don't want to send Mc back to those icky demons. Where are we sleeping?" Luke sounded excited, making the rest of the room smile.

“We can stay in my room.” Solomon watched as the little angel jumped out of the cuddle pile and ran to gather pillows and blankets.

“It’s nice to see him happy again. I honestly think he might be more concerned than me.” Mc sighed, reaching for a cookie.

“If we knew what was wrong, we would tell you. I just know Satan asked me to place a blessing on the house.” Simeon explains.

"I figured. It's fine. We just need to hope for the best..." Mc stares at the cookie, thinking about Satan and what he might be doing right now. They just hoped he was safe.

ty for putting up with me and not putting out anything for so long... and sorry for the cliffhanger lol. really wanted this out but a. not sure how much longer it will take and b. not sure what I want the ending to be yet! lol

part two soon hopefully sorry to anon for taking so long!!!!

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