Reading You Based On Your Obey Me Kin

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words to use instead of

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Malik's death in Revelations was tragic and violent enough as it is, but if you take into account how Altaïr's relationship with Malik began, it feels very targeted on Abbas's end.

Think of how it began with Altaïr's worst mistakes, getting his younger brother killed and Malik's arm ripped off. I'm sure Abbas was there to see him nearly expelled from the brotherhood, I'm sure he heard the fate of the Al Sayf brothers. Only for Altaïr to take that horrible mistake and its consequences and become the best possible version of himself, from unable to handle any responsibility to becoming the youngest mentor the brotherhood ever had. Even his relationship with Malik would go from animosity to close and trusted friend. You could argue that Malik was his GREATEST friend, other than Maria and his own children. The kind of growth and maturity it would take from both of them to get to that point is frankly astounding and for all Ubisoft's faults I think AC1 and Revelations did their due diligence with that

And then Abbas took that all away from him and never let Altaïr move past those mistakes he worked so hard to correct. How do you think he felt, being sent the severed head of the man started his journey with by severing one of his limbs? The mistakes of his youth cost Malik his arm, and now they've cost him his life in such a way that defiled and violated his body even more horrifically, after Malik trusted and loved him like a brother.

I like to think that Malik died protecting Sef from wrongful execution and defending Altaïr's honour. That the man who faced some of the bloodiest consequences of his past mistakes kept his youngest son safe and his reputation intact at the end, even at the threat of death for himself.

Hell, I imagine Malik was a bit of an uncle figure for Darim and Sef growing up. Perhaps the very thing that got him executed in the end was trying to keep Abbas's blades away from Sef.

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Has Sephiroth ever tried catnip?

SOLDIER Vlogging Shenanigans pt. 34

[The video starts. It's Genesis, looking unkempt with wide, blood-shot eyes and messy hair. He's leaning over a kitchen countertop looking exhausted]

"I'm going to be arrested."

[There's a deep, verbalized meow in the background. Genesis briefly looks at something beyond the camera, then rubs his face]

"So...I thought it'd be funny to play into all the Sephiroth is a cat nonsense and—"

"Meow"

[Genesis stops again, looks long and hard at something behind the camera, then sighs a trembling breath. There's panic in his eyes]

"And I put catnip in Sephiroth's humidifier."

[Genesis pans the camera around slowly, the video filming all of Sephiroth's kitchen before finally landing on something on the floor]

"Oh goddess I'm going to JAIL."

[It's Sephiroth as high as a kite. He's sprawled out on the floor in a starfish position. There's a uncharacteristic, dopey grin on his face. He looks drugged out of his mind]

"Meow," he says in a deep voice.

"He's been like this for three hours now," Genesis says from behind the camera. "Do you all understand why I'm freaking out now? It's like a broke a government weapon—"

"Meow."

[Genesis turnes the camera back around, filming himself as he nervously runs a hand through his hair]

"I need to take him down to the infirmary—"

"Meow"

[Genesis looks stressed]

"I'd call Angeal but I don't want to be arrested and killed—"

"Meow."

[Genesis snaps his head up, frowning the incapacitated SOLDIER on the floor]

"Sephiroth, my friend, either stop interrupting me or pick something other than meow to say!"

[Sephiroth doesn't reply, and the following moments are silent. Genesis nods in approval, then redirects his attention back to the camera]

"Anyway, as I was saying—"

"Fuck you."

"WHAT THE F—"

[Genesis quickly ends the video]

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Bestie! Solomon back at it again

MC: *giggles*

Solomon: *laughs* This is gonna be awesome.

MC: Oh, yeah, definitely.

Lucifer: *happens to walk past* ?!

Solomon: Oh, hey, Lucifer.

MC: Hello.

Lucifer: *quickly confiscates the magic potion bottle from Solomon, knowing it's a concoction that can melt anything and anyone* What do you think you're doing with this?! This is an extremely dangerous potion!

Solomon: Yeah, I know.

Lucifer: Of course, you know! MC doesn't-

MC: I know.

Lucifer: ...excuse me?

MC: I know.

Lucifer: Yes, I heard you! I just want to know why in the Devildom you're willing to use this potion knowing it could melt your skin in just a drop?!

MC: *shrugs*

Lucifer: You're- *frustrated sigh* unbelievable.

Solomon: Shh, shh, let them be. I'm here *smiles 'innocently'*

Lucifer: ...no. I'm taking this with me *walks away*

MC: *sad*

Solomon: Don't worry, MC *pulls out a small vial from his pocket with an evil smirk* I always have a backup plan after all.

MC: *evil smirk* This is why we're besties.

In the student council room...

Lucifer: *tired sigh* Can we pick another human?

Diavolo: Oh, but why? They're very entertaining so far. Don't you agree, Barbatos?

Barbatos: *smiles* Yes, Young Master.

Lucifer: You're only agreeing because you have to.

Somewhere outside: *terrified screams, glass smashing, sounds of fire crackling that causes the school's water sprinkler to activate and evil laughter*

The royals: ....

Diavolo: *laughs* It seems that I've brought the right human!

Lucifer: Diavolo!

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FINALLY

I GOT SOLOMON'S ANIMAL OUTFIT WHOO

And I'm ngl I'm digging Sol's outfit better than Barb's 👀 look I love Barb and all but Sol's outfit tho

Idk bout y'all but I love Sol's outfit a bit better than Barb's

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Finally... FINALLY

His card... IS FINALLY MINE

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WTF (Small... Crack)

GN! MC

*****

Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer and MC are in Diavolo's study room to play some card games. While they were playing, MC received a call. Upon picking it up...

MC: Yeah?

MC holds their D.D.D. between their head and shoulder, eyes not taking off from their hand to arrange the cards in strength.

Luke: MC, please help us...

MC: Hm? What happened?

Luke: Solomon... He, uh... He's in the kitchen. Half naked, covered in whatever sauce and is running around the burning stove yelling... Macarena?

Just as he said that, MC grabs their phone and stares at the screen, face unamused. Can they go one day without having to deal with Solomon's shit? Don't get them wrong. They love Solomon with all their heart but often times, they always clean up his mess. With a sigh, MC places their cards downwards and stands.

MC: I'll be there in five...

Luke: *sounds traumatized* Please hurry. Now's he's on the counter doing some-

Simeon: Simeon here. Get here as quick as you can. I've shielded Luke's eyes. He's on the counter... Twerking, as you people say

MC: *pinches the bridge of their nose* Oh, for the love of- I'll be there *hangs up*

Diavolo: What happened?

MC: I'll explain later. I need to save the kitchen for a bit

Barbatos: WHAT?! *gets up and grabs MC's arm before zooming out from the room*

Diavolo: ...

Lucifer: ...

Diavolo: So... Should we peek at their cards?

Lucifer: *sighs like the tired mom that he is*

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Mammon x Reader (Promise)

Warning: Angst, Hatred

Throwing his jacket in a random direction in his room, Mammon runs a hand through his hair before letting himself fall onto his bed. It's not the comfiest bed he's gotten, not that he often sleeps on it, but this time, it's as if the mattress is lulling him to sleep, the temptation to just close his eyes. But he doesn't. No, he can't.

Rolling onto his back, he puts his right arm in the air and looks at his hand, more specifically his pinky finger. The finger you placed your promise upon.

"I will never leave you, Mammon. I promise."

Those were your words and yet... Mammon lets out a sigh and puts down his arm, eyes staring at the empty ceiling. After you left, he was hurt. So, so hurt. His heart aches for you but he can never see you ever again. Tears well up in his eyes but he blinks them back, refusing to look weak even though there's no one else with him. He feels as if you'd judge him from afar.

The Great Mammon feeling hurt by a human. It's such a ridiculous thought to him and yet here he is, turning that statement into real life.

"You promise?" Mammon looks at the human, his human.

You nod, smiling.

"Lies." Mammon whispers, gritting his teeth.

"I promise."

"Lies!" He sits upwards and unconsciously turns into his demon form out of anger.

Realizing his own form and anger, he turns back to his normal self and hugs his knees. If he were to push away what little pride he has left, he'd pray to his own father and kill himself which would send him back to the Celestial Realm.

What did he do wrong? Where did it all began? How did he... Lose you? So many questions flood his mind, swirling around like a tornado but none can be answered other than you but you're gone. He could've ask you if given the chance but he refuses to and he regrets it bit by bit. Every. Single. Day.

"Damn it..." Mammon's voice crack, his shoulders slightly shaking. "Damn it! Fuck!"

He punches his pillow, the soft cushion harshly hitting the wall. "How fucking stupid..."

His heart aches so much. He wants to see you so much but he just can't. He refuses to.

Walking through the halls of RAD, Mammon hides a small gift box behind his back. He plans to surprise his human with an item he had bought with his own money that he worked on. He can't wait to see the happiness on your face. After all, he loves the bright smile on your face and every time you give him a smile, even if it's just a small one, he's just falling more and more for you. Truly, he is in love.

Just as he was about to enter your class, he hears your conversation.

"Yeah, Mammon's so annoying and so fucking stupid, I mean, did he really think that I actually like him? Bitch, please. He's just head over heels over me." Your laughter is heard.

Mammon takes a moment to process your words and when he finally does, overcome by wrath, he barges into your classroom. A look of shock and horror is displayed on your face but Mammon couldn't care less. He threw the gift at the floor near you and clenches his fists.

"If ya fucking hate me so much, then tell me straight to my face! Here I thought that yer' sincere and aren't like my brothers at all but I was so fucking wrong!"

"Mammon, I-"

"No, shut yer' fucking mouth, ya' lowly piece of shit! I don't want to see ya' anymore! If I see ya', don't think I'll beat the shit outta ya'!"

"Fine! Just get out of my sight, scumbag! Your brothers were right about you!"

From that moment on, he avoids the human. It hurts him. Even after betraying him like that, stomping onto his trust like that, degrading him like that, he still loves you but because of you, he can no longer trust another other than his own brothers, not again. He doesn't want to get hurt anymore but he just can't bring himself to hate you even after everything you've done.

Mammon sobs and lays down on his bed. He fights his tiredness as the night lasts for a couple more hours, gradually losing sleep. It's bizarre how love can be so simple and yet so painful if not reciprocated or worse, been told that you're not loved.

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Solomon x GN! MC

Warning! Death, angst

*****

Solomon, a powerful wizard, is your lover. How you manage to acquire his love and attention is beyond everyone else and even you sometimes, but you're glad that you're his and he's yours. Unfortunately, your medical background doesn't paint a pretty picture for you.

It's been at least three months since you and Solomon has been together, madly in love. How you wish that you didn't have to break news to him but you must since he will find out sooner or later. You have informed the seven avatars and angels that your condition is deteriorating with Lord Diavolo and Barbatos already knowing beforehand. As much as you wanted to live, knowing what happened to their sister, Lilith, you didn't want to cause more harm than you've already done.

"Hey, MC." Mammon starts up a conversation while you're watching both him and Leviathan play a game.

You hum in response. With much hesitation, the greedy demon asks, "When are ya' going to tell him?"

Silence. Leviathan elbows Mammon in the guts as you thought of a response, finally answering his question with, "Tomorrow. It'll be cruel if I continue this charade with him."

A dry laugh emits from your starting to pale lips. "I'm so cruel to him, aren't I? He deserves someone better, not someone who's dying so easily from a disease."

The moment the words rolled off your tongue, Mammon and Leviathan abandon their game, not caring that their characters are getting killed on screen. The secondborn grabs your shoulders and gently shakes you, saying, "Are ya' crazy? It's us and him that don't deserve ya'!"

"For once, Mammon's right. Don't ever say that again, MC!" The envious demon said in turn.

But they only receive yet another short and dry laugh. "I only have one month left to live. No one can help me now nor will I ever live as long as Solomon hoped. I... I'm such a terrible partner and friend."

This time, it's the thirdborn who shakes you by the shoulders. "No, you're not! You're the one who managed to keep up together! Without you, who knows what would've happened to us! To Belphegor even!"

A sad, small smile manage to make its way to your lips. "I don't know what have I done to deserve you guys but I'm glad to have met you."

*****

The next day arrived quicker than you've had anticipated. Handkerchief in hand, you cover your mouth with the small cloth as you cough into it while mentally hoping that blood doesn’t stain your handkerchief. Lucifer and Satan, who are by your side, only looks at you with concerned looks, feeling useless and helpless since they can't do anything to help except be there for you.

"MC!" A familiar cheery voice is heard from behind. Oh, how have the Fates become to cruel.

You quickly hide the cloth in your pocket and turn to Solomon with the same lovely smile you always give him. "Yo', Solomon!"

Taking their cue to leave, Lucifer and Satan leaves you with your lover. Once you two stand face-to-face with each other, your lovely smile is slowly replaced with a sorrowful look on your face. The wizard quickly took note of this and questions about your sudden change in expression.

You tightly grab his hand as if your life depended on it, staring into his eyes. A barely audibly whisper 'follow me' left your lips as you drag him to somewhere private. After checking that nobody will eavesdrop on your conversation, you let our a sigh and your heartbeat begins to pick up its pace.

Your silence only makes Solomon worry more and a million negative thoughts occupy his mind. Do you want to break up with him? Did you not love him anymore? Did something bad happened? Unfortunately, what you said only made him stare at you with both shock and horror.

"Solomon, I have to tell you about my... My health. It's getting worse the last few months and both Lucifer and Lord Diavolo tried their best to find the best doctors from each realm to try and help me but... There's no cure. There's... Not much time left for me."

Solomon refuses to believe those words. He takes a step back and shakes his head. "Th-This is n-not funny, M-MC. P-Please t-tell me it's a joke."

But you shake your head. "I wish it was but it's not a joke. I'm dying, Solomon. I only have one month left to live."

"N-No. No, no, no. M-Maybe I can learn a-a healing spell o-or whip up a-"

You shut him up by grabbing his hands and placing your head against his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat. "Please, Solomon. If Lord Diavolo or Simeon can't do it, what can you do? We're only humans, Solomon. We're the weakest of the three realms. What makes you think you can find a spell, much less a cure for me? My time is almost up, Solomon. At least let me spend my last moments with the people I love."

Still, he refuses to believe you but... "Fine. Fine. I-I'll respect that."

You feel wet droplets soaking your scalp but you couldn't care less. The both of you stayed like that until the bell rung. Unfortunately, your classes with Solomon are very little and limited so when you exit the room, he hugs you tightly before sadly parting from you.

Ever since that day, Solomon tries to spend as much time with you and even sleeps with you with Lucifer's permission. When your condition worsened however, Lord Diavolo has declared that you no longer have to attend school and is issued to be moved to his castle so that Barbatos can take care of you.

The week of the retreat that is held at Lord Diavolo's castle has came around. How unfortunate can you be? It's also your last week here. Upon finally meeting you, Solomon is quick to engulf you in a tight, warm hug.

Your last week is spent with everyone you loved, like what you've requested to the wizard but time doesn't wait for no one. Your body is extremely weak to the point where you sometimes would fall and pass out. Your coughing fits have become a frequent and daily thing, much to everyone's dismay. Your energy is slow to replenish, your health deteriorating quickly, your face looks like you haven't slept in days and your life force quickly fading away.

Today is the last day of retreat and also your last day on Earth. You wish you hadn't been chosen for this exchange program as you knew that you've hurt everyone but at the same time, you're glad as well or else you would never meet such amazing people, especially Solomon.

In your temporary room, Asmodeus does your makeup to make you seem more lively than ever before for everyone. Your tired eyes only stare out of the window, the dark sky decorated by sprinkles of lights and a crescent moon. Breathing has also becoming an exercise for you, only receiving oxygen through your mouth. As Asmodeus works on your blush, you suddenly have a coughing fit.

The fourthborn quickly grabs your handkerchief and hands it to you to which you quickly snatch it from his hand and cover your mouth with. After a few moments, you wipe your mouth and look at the pool of scarlet that the cloth had manage to absorb. Asmodeus only sighs at the sight, quickly applying the blush for you before you could have another fit.

"There we go." He stands up and smiles at you as if you were a piece of priceless artwork. "You look stunning."

"Thanks, Asmo." You stand up and approach the mirror provided in the room. In the mirror, you do appear to have more life.

"Let's go." The demon opens the door for you and helps you walk towards the ballroom.

When you arrive to your desired area, the wizard is quick to greet you which prompts Asmodeus to leave the both of you. "You look amazing as always, MC. I wish the makeup is real..."

You only offer him a small smile, your croaky voice uttering out, "I'll be fine. Let's enjoy this final night."

Solomon's eyes are filled with sadness and despair but for you, he's willing to be happy for you. Music fills the room and your lover extends a hand for you to grab and you did. His other hand gently wraps around your torso as you hold onto his shoulder, the both of you start to dance despite your weak body but he did slow down his movements so that you could keep up with him. Unlike last time around, only the demons, angels and humans alike are present in the room, the other two species watching as the both of you sway with the melody. In that very moment, so many thoughts had pop up in his head.

How he wished that he was more powerful. How he wished that there was a cure for your illness. How he wished that Simeon had the power to help you. How he wished that you can remain in his arms forever. How he wished that this moment will last forever.

How he also wished that he had never met you.

Yet here he is, dancing with his partner, desperately trying not to tear up for their sake. When the music stopped and the way you fall into his arms, he knew that you only had moments left to live so he hugs you once again, placing his lips on your forehead. His soft lips linger on your skin for a few moments before looking at you. "What else do you want to do?"

"Play... Play something on- on the harp for me, S-Solomon." You requested, your exhausted eyes starting to droop.

He nods his head. "Whatever you want, my love."

The wizard slowly guides you towards the instruments provided in the room, taking a seat on the small bench with you sitting beside him. Everyone else only watches both of your movements, not making a ruckus like how they'd usually do.

"Solomon..." You breathe out, placing your head on his shoulder as you make yourself comfortable next to him. "Play... Play that song."

Your voice becomes quieter the more you speak. Solomon closes his eyes and takes a breather. He wanted to cry, he wanted to hug you, he wanted to see your face one last time before you permanently close your eyes but he holds himself back. His shaky hands make their way towards the strings and his fingers start plucking the strings, a beautiful melody you had always loved plays.

Though, not even a minute through, you started coughing which made your lover stop and check up on you. Luckily, it wasn’t as severe so you said, "Continue no matter what. I want to hear you play one last time."

His lips quiver but he fulfills your request nonetheless. His fingers never stop plucking the strings even if you had to cough. Midway through, you close your eyes, your breathing starting to become slower. Everyone else in the room senses that your life force is fading rather quickly but doesn't utter a word about it.

Solomon notices the sudden weight on his shoulder but doesn't stop. Though, this time, he doesn't deny his tears and lets them flow down his face. When he finally finishes playing your favourite melody, he immediately wraps his arms around your limp body. He places his head on your shoulder and his tears soak your clothes.

Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Luke are also crying, knowing that you're now gone. Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer, Satan, Belphegor and Simeon only watches from afar, everyone's hearts crushed when you're finally out from your misery but hurts further when they hear the loud, sad and ugly cries from Solomon as he grips onto your body tighter, desperately trying to get you to wake up when you won't.

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I hope you enjoyed this small story. My favourite headcannon of Solomon is that he plays the harp and I had to include that here. Anyway, here’s the song he played.

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