RoR Character Data🤲💖

What does the seven rulers of hell actually do?

...when they're not throwing another party or get trapped in a curse out of nowhere

Lucifer

He is mainly involved in politics. He processes lots of confidential documentation everyday. He also co-run an interrogation unit with Barbatos.

Mammon

He is out on the field to do the shadow/dirty work for Lucifer. He gets paid handsomely for it.

Leviathan

He is responsible for marine force management. He gets well paid by doing his job, although he's not interested at all. It supports his expensive hobby, so no complaints.

Satan

He reads manuscript and finds powerful magic artifacts which scattered in Devildom/other reamls. He talks to all kinds of specialists and solves mysteries. When Lucifer is not around to make important decisions, he sometimes fills in his position.

Asmodeus

He is responsible for public relations. He manages events, create and spread propaganda for Devildom. He also gets a lot of classified intelligence from people by charming them.

Beelzebub

He protects Lucifer. He also manages a small elite bodyguard team for him.

Belphegor

This bad bitch only does two things. Sleep or kill. He's very good at disguising. He can be the delivery guy. He can be the janitor. He can be the waiter. He eliminate his target effortlessly because he moves so quick and unnoticeable. He doesn't get a lot of jobs though, so he still sleeps most of the days.

Bonus: MC

They escort human souls to hell for punishment as their after school activity. After they graduated from RAD, they will be hunting lost souls on earth, and sort them into heaven or hell.

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What They Daydream About [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Note: No warnings, unless you're lactose intolerant because this is cheesy af.

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer

He had almost finished his paperwork when MC sat on his desk and watched him as he read through contracts and signed them. When a finished a page, MC placed their hand over his and took the pen. He opened his mouth to protest or discipline them, but they pressed a finger to his lips with a grin.

They shuffled off the desk and sat on his lap and murmured, “You need to take a break, darling.” Yes, he definitely needed a break. He wrapped his arms around them and buried his face in the crook of their neck, inhaling their scent.

He could almost feel their warmth, but blinked out of his daze, to where Leviathan was screaming into his hands. He sighed – typical.

Mammon

He had just won it big at the casinos and was taking MC out on the town. He had his arm wrapped around their shoulders, they leaned into him to stay warm. When they glanced at a store at some cool accessory, Mammon paused, telling him he’d be right back.

“Wait!” they stopped him and grabbed his arm. “I don’t want that!”

“What do ya mean you don’t want that? I saw ya lookin’ at it!”

“I was looking at your reflection!” they protested and gave him a soft smile. “All I want is you.”

Leviathan’s screams drowned out Mammon’s whines as he fought to hid his own flushing face.

Leviathan

MC screamed for help. Leviathan burst through the doors, holding the swords that defeats all evil…Maybe not all evil, like himself – but a lot of evil! He glared at the monster holding MC hostage before he charged and struck it down. He turned towards MC and took off the bindings.

MC flung their arms around his neck. “How could I ever thank you, my hero?”

“A hero doesn’t accept anything in return. That’s what being a hero is all about?” Leviathan replied sounding very cool.

MC pouted. “How about a kiss?” They leaned in closer to him, puckering their lips, getting ready to press their lips against his—

Leviathan screamed into his hands. His face burning at the imagery his mind created.

Satan

“You’re so smart, Satan!” MC praised him as they finished up the homework, he was helping them with. “Thank you so much!” They threw their arms around him and clung onto him. He chuckled and happily accepted their hug. They buried their face in his chest and sighed, “I always feel safe around you.”

Satan froze. He chuckled and pressed his lips to the top of their head. “I’ll always protect you, MC. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

MC laughed lightly. “I won’t. You’re so much better than Lucifer!”

The sound of his eldest brother snapping at Diavolo dragged him from his thoughts. He sighed and shook his head.

Asmodeus

“Oh Asmo! You’re just so gorgeous, I could cry!” MC gushed over him as he showed off the latest makeup he was wearing – the eyeliner and mascara accentuated the charming abilities his gaze had. Not that the gaze worked on MC. They loved him for him.

“Don’t cry, my love.” Asmo grasped MC’s hands and brought them up to his lips. He pressed soft kisses onto their fingers. “I know I’m beautiful, but just imagine how I feel when I gaze into your eyes. Your beauty is what’s breathtaking. I can’t believe it, but I love you more than myself.”

MC threw their arms around his neck. Crying words of love and praise. Their own lips pressed against his cheek and moved to his lips.

Asmo giggled to himself, completely ignoring Levi’s cries and Lucifer snapping at Diavolo.

Beelzebub

“Beel! I made you some treats, do you want to try some? I’ll feed you them myself!” MC held out a wide assortment of foods. Beel nodded and lowered his head to allow MC to place part of a burger up to his lips. He bit into it, careful to not bite their fingers.

“Ah, it tastes delicious, MC,” Beel hummed happily. “Better than any other burger I’ve had.”

MC laughed lightly. “Oh dear, it looks like you got some ketchup on your lips. Here.” MC pulled him closer to him and pressed their lips against his, licking away the ketchup.

His stomach growling startled him back to the present. He glanced over towards MC, secretly hoping that they’d have a burger on them…They didn’t.

Belphegor

He had opened his eyes to a fearful looking MC. They clutched tightly onto a blanket that was wrapped around their shoulders. Once their eyes met, MC spoke softly, “Belphie, I had a nightmare. Could I sleep with you tonight?”

Belphi grumbled and moved over, allowing MC to seek refuge in his bed. They nestled up to him and buried their face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around them protectively. He leaned down and buried his head to the top of their head, enjoying the scent of their shampoo.

“Thank you, Belphie. Sleeping next to you is always comforting,” they spoke and wrapped their arms around him.

Belphie startled at the sound of Beel’s stomach growling. He groaned and buried his burning face into his arms, hoping to resume the daydream before he got interrupted.

Diavolo

“Diavolo, we can’t! What about your status as prince? What would the nobles say about the prince of Devildom being with a human?” MC spoke tearfully. Their bottom lip trembled. Diavolo tilted their chin to have him look up at him. He offered them a kind smile.

“Don’t worry about what the others may think,” he spoke with such confidence that their bottom lip stopped trembling. “What matters is our love. We can show them that a human and a demon being together can be a wonderful, beautiful thing. Please, let us show them that there’s nothing more powerful than our love!”

“Oh Diavolo!” MC cried and pressed their lips against him. “Diavolo, I love you! Diavolo!”

“Diavolo!” The prince blinked as he realized it was not MC saying his name. He glanced over seeing an irked Lucifer. “Were you listening to anything I said?!”

Diavolo laughed nervously. “Could you repeat yourself?”

Barbatos

MC was humming in the kitchen as they helped him prepare the dessert for dinner that night. He smirked to himself as he walked up behind them. His arms wrapped around them as he placed his hands over their hands that was cutting through bits of fruit.

“Just like this, my little lamb,” he whispered into their ear. They stiffened against him and he could almost feel the heat radiating off their face. Despite how flustered they were, they leaned into him. Once the piece of fruit was finished, he removed his hands from theirs. “Very good.”

MC turned around and shyly gazed up at him. Barbatos smiled softly and caressed their cheek. Slowly, they leaned in to each other until their lips met.

“Could you repeat yourself?” Diavolo questioned. Barbatos snapped back to reality and watched as Lucifer started to lecture the prince. He sighed and glanced at MC; they were busy zoning out.

Simeon

“Would you still love me if I fell?” Simeon asked them. MC glanced up at them as they rested in his lap. They turned to face him and wrapped their arms around his neck. A kind smile graced their lips.

“I would,” they responded. “I would love you as an angel, as a demon, as a human, whatever you are, I would love you.” They pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before they rested their head against his shoulder. “You are perfect for being you, Simeon. Not for what you are.”

Simeon hummed and held onto them tightly. He closed his eyes, thanking them for their kind words.

“Simeon!” Luke snapped at the angel. “Pay attention!”

Solomon

“Your magic is just incredible, Solomon!” MC praised. Their arms were wrapped around his neck as they swayed around a room of stars he had conjured. A smile played on their lips at the wonderous site. Their eyes shimmered brightly. He almost couldn’t believe it, but they were even more gorgeous than usual.

“It’s not as incredible as you,” Solomon murmured to them and rested his forehead against their own. They laughed lightly at his words. The sound of their laughter was like the most beautiful music he had ever heard.

“I love you, Solomon,” they whispered once they had stopped their laughter. Perhaps those words were even more beautiful.

“Pay attention!” Luke’s voice interrupted his thoughts. He sighed and frowned once he was back in the present.

Bonus

“Why isn’t anyone paying attention in this meeting?” Luke asked and looked over at MC. Their eyes were glossed over as they wore a small smile on their lips. “Ah! Not you too, MC!”

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replaced mc au this human au that WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GET THE ANGEL AU BROTHERS WHO SUFFER LILITH’S FATE ?!

when lilith is still alive and they’re in the celestial realm and they’re the ones who fall for a human ?!

or god forbid, AFTER Lilith dies and they’re somehow still angels (Lucifer was too heartbroken and fearful to rebel anymore once Lilith dies; he cannot afford to lose another member of his found and chosen family. He surrenders and comes back on his knees, begging for his family to not be hurt.) and they realize that this was why Lilith chose to go against their father.

Lucifer who is so, so bitter against humanity but unable to blame them. Lucifer who knows you cannot blame the lambs for a Shepard led astray. Lucifer who’s broken and full of self hatred for what he’s done to his family by letting his sister go down to the human realm. Lucifer who would rather have been the villain to his brothers and beloved youngest sister than lost the little Angel who had worked her way into he and his brothers’ hearts. Lucifer who doesn’t let it show and carries on because he cannot afford to mess up (he would never forgive himself if he lost another). Lucifer who hardens up and bears his brothers’ hatred towards him for his apathy, because he would rather cry alone than let his brothers see him so broken. Lucifer who then meets you. Lucifer who can stop being infallible and relax for once in his life when in your company. Lucifer complaining about his duties for once in his life because with you, he is not a Seraph or oldest brother but a man, flawed and vulnerable, and he never knew how much he needed someone like you until you were already in his life. Lucifer meeting you and falling for you and fucking terrified, because he knows what is coming. Lucifer who knows that his brothers wouldn’t survive losing him, and who knows that the Celestial Realm in itself would fall into peril if he follows in his sister’s footsteps, and yet can’t help but fall into your embrace any time he has time to spare. Lucifer who knows that he might fall, but that it’s worth it if it’s for you.

Mammon, falling apart at the seams trying to keep his family sewn together. Mammon hurting and shouldering the hurt his brothers suffer from. Mammon who wonders if anything he might have done would have mattered in the end, or if it would be pointless anyways with how big of a fuck up he is. Mammon who cries at night because why would she do this? Why would she give everything up for a single mortal? Mammon who then he meets you and no longer wonders why Lilith did what she did, because he would die for you too. Mammon who knows that he has a safe place and that that safe place is you. Mammon who knows that he doesn’t have to be strong with you. Mammon who, with you, isn’t his brothers’ shoulder to cry on, or Lucifer’s only confidant. Mammon who, with you, is allowed to be hurting and weak. Allowed to express his grief. Mammon knowing that you are a place where he’s allowed to cry and scream and fall apart, because he knows you will take him into your arms and put him back together again. Mammon who wouldn’t know what to do if one day you weren’t okay. Mammon who knows Lucifer won’t survive him falling. Mammon who tries to keep you a secret but he’s never been good at keeping secrets from his older brother, especially not when Lucifer notices that Mammon can finally smile again.

Leviathan blaming himself for being so useless all the time. Leviathan who knows that it’s his fault Lilith died. Leviathan should have seen the signs, should have talked to her, should of gotten up and done something good in his life for once. Leviathan who thinks he will never forgive himself, or ever stop hating himself. Leviathan who spends his days full of bitterness and hate towards himself. Leviathan who thinks maybe it would have been better if he had died instead. And then Leviathan who meets you. Leviathan who meets you and all of a sudden whatever he does is something to be worth celebrating. Leviathan who is always enough for you. Leviathan who is worthy and is loveable and thinks he can learn to love himself if it means seeing what you see in him. Leviathan who finds a new purpose in life which is to live and love, all for you. Leviathan whose brothers see him smiling for the first time in forever because he is no longer filled with the guilt of what he could have done. Leviathan who knows that no matter what he might have tried, he could have never have changed his sister’s mind, because he, too, would go against his father if it meant being loved like this for only a second longer.

Satan who is formed in battle and raised in bloodshed. Satan who is treated like a monster despite being just as much as an Angel as the rest of his brothers. Satan whose wrath is constantly boiling and writhing beneath his skin, ready to come out at a moment’s notice. Satan who only keeps his anger in check because his fear is greater than his wrath. Satan who knows that Michael is always watching, and that he is one passive aggressive comment away from another punishment. Satan who wakes up screaming from nightmares of a life he never lived. Satan who sees how other angels look at him, and sees his brothers try their best to love him but it’s so hard when you’re grieving to learn to love another. Satan who’s fucking miserable and wishes that the sister he knows almost nothing about had been stronger than her love for a human, because he can’t fucking stand it in this place. But then Satan meets you. And suddenly he is more than Wrath and he is worth loving. He is passionate and kind and his own fucking person. He is more than Lucifer’s ugliness. He is love and grief and anger and joy and all the little things that were never said but felt tenfold. Satan who has never met his sister but for once understands her, because he, too, would do anything for your love.

Asmodeus who doesn’t know who he is anymore. Asmodeus who was once the Jewel of the Heavens but now can see nothing but ugliness in his bloodstained hands. (Lilith’s blood and blame taints him; if only he had known, maybe he could have fixed this.) Asmodeus who sees his brothers struggling and runs away from it all because he doesn’t want this to be his new reality. The past is his only solace and he chooses to live in it rather than embrace the present. Asmodeus who has never felt so hideous and ugly as a person until now. Asmodeus who only learns to feel beautiful again once you come into the picture. Asmodeus, who, usually so meticulous about his appearance, (it’s the only thing he has control over nowadays. he is a wreck in the inside but refuses to let it show. his smile is perfect and his skin is soft, and he wishes he could heal his mind like he heals his once cracked nails.) lets your clumsy hands fix his hair into a messy and lopsided braid. Asmodeus who learns how it feels to be loved in every aspect, wholly and unconditionally, all because of you. Asmodeus who lets his real laugh out (ugly and loud) and feels mortified only for his worries to melt away when he sees your smile full of fondness and adoration directed at him once more. Asmodeus who sees why Lilith fell, and sees why her love for humanity mattered more than her life. Asmodeus who loves you more than he loves his white wings. Asmodeus who would fall if it meant getting to spend a night in your bed, doing nothing but holding each other in your arms and whispering secrets between smiles.

Beelzebub who is a failure. Beelzebub who knows he will never forgive himself. Beelzebub who finds himself screaming in his head more often than not these days, who finds that his sleep is often plagued with nightmares and he would rather stay awake until he cannot. Beelzebub whose bed feels empty with only Belphie in it. Beelzebub who misses Lilith with his heart and soul. Beelzebub who feels Belphie’s hatred growing by the day and is terrified because he doesn’t know what to do. Beelzebub who doesn’t know whether to tell Lucifer and risk harm coming to Belphie or let his brother suffer and suffocate in his hatred. Beel who was supposed to protect his family and failed so badly that they will never be the same because of it. Beelzebub who sees your soft smile and sobs because for once in his life he is the one being protected. Beelzebub who lets you wipe his ever-coming stream of tears away and wipe his face with a wet cloth. Beelzebub who melts into you when you hold him ever so gently. Beelzebub who feels so, so, small in your arms, and for once doesn’t mind. Beelzebub who doesn’t know how Belphegor would react if he found out about you but is willing to do whatever it takes to protect you. Beelzebub who is willing to follow Lilith’s footsteps if something ever happened to you, regardless of if he comes out of it alive or not.

Belphegor who is broken. Belphegor who is consumed by hatred for humanity for taking his sister away. Belphegor who doesn’t know why Beel chose him over Lilith. Belphegor who doesn’t know what to do anymore. Belphegor who finds he cannot sleep anymore because all that comes to his head is his sister’s last breaths. Belphegor who cannot forgive himself for being the reason for Lilith’s death. Belphegor who screams and sobs into his twin brother’s arms because it is so unfair that this had happened to their family of all people. Belphegor who dreams of blood filling his lungs instead of Lilith’s. Belphegor who wishes he had died instead. Belphegor who escaped to the human world to visit his and Lilith’s secret spot and finds you instead. Belphegor who is ready to kill but falls apart instead when you tell him that his eyes are full of grief. Belphegor who lets you take him in your arms and rock him to sleep. Belphegor who sleeps peacefully for the first time since Lilith’s death in your gentle arms. Belphegor who falls for your gentleness in the way you approach him and his grief and decides that you are too good and kind to kill. Belphegor who falls so hard that he is disgusted with himself for ever hating a species that is so wonderful that it created you. Belphegor who knows why Lilith died, now, because he thinks he would too, if it meant being with you. Belphegor who talks to Lilith in his dreams and tells her that she would be happy, knowing he had found someone as wonderful as yourself. Belphegor who learns to forgive, both humanity and himself.

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Warnings: Female reader, Mentions of blood, threats, fighting etc.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,054

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Qin Shi Huang

Attempts to trade himself to fight next instead. Brunhilde doesn't allow it. She believes in you as a warrior.

He's pissy at the fact you're fighting and could die in this fight as well. He definitely thinks this fight is one-sided. Qin is probably the most quiet in this round while watching you fight.

Part of him doesn't even want to watch you fight in case something happens. Though he knows he should just in case it's your last moments together.

Everyone is tense, it's not just Qin. Both you and the God are now wounded, and he wonders how Brunhilde could be so calm during all of this. He's experiencing so many emotions at once and none of them are good emotions either.

He wants you back by his side. Right now.

Qin get surprised when you use a move he hasn't seen you fight with yet and slay the god.

The arena was quiet, and you released your Völundr. Göll was happy her sister didn't die, and the rest of the humans where happy you won. It broke out in loud cheering as you limped your way back to Brunhilde and the others.

You where exhausted. Is this how it felt to fight a god?

"Hâo!" Your head lifted before you where casually just picked up by a happy Qin and carried the rest of the way to the infirmary. You laid your head down to rest. The blood loss made you a bit dizzy, after all.

"Hâo?"

"It means 'Good,' my Queen." He translated for you, peering down at you through the pretty blindfold he always wore to protect himself.

Lü Bu

He doesn't try to stop Brunhilde in throwing you out to fight a God. He's confident. You can do it.

You are wed to one of the strongest generals in all of history, after all.

Though deep down he does think the fight would be one sided. You are a women, and women shouldn't even fight to begin with in his perspective. Lü Bu watches the fight in silence.

It was so thick you could cut it with a knife. No one dared to disturb him while he was watching you. And all of them knew he would most likely go after Brunhilde, should you die.

Lü Bu is definitely the type to seek revenge should you fall in this battle. It's in his blood, after all. He's a warrior by blood, and you are just his wife.

The tension was thick, you where starting to stumble from blood loss in the arena. Sasaki murmured something under his breath, and after five more minutes you had stabbed the shit out of the God, slaying him.

Your Völundr partner ended up needing to carry you most of the way to the infirmary. You weren't in very good condition. Though everyone knew the doctors up here could easily take care of you.

Lü Bu was already in your room when you entered, watching silently as you got all patched up. It was silent for a little while, and all he really did was run his fingers through your hair, urging you to sleep for awhile.

He didn't loose you.

Poseidon

He immediately tries to skewer Zeus. There was no question about it. He moved so quickly most of the Gods couldn't keep up with him, and by the time he was calmed, Zeus was a bit bloody.

He's a dangerous man and you're messing with his wife. And that's not a good place to be lest you want to die.

Everyone was shaking up at his promise to slaughter Zeus should you fall in this battle. His aura was almost suffocating, and only let up when he was down the hall and around the corner.

Poseidon did not stay to watch you fight. He was not interested nor did he truly care. You where up against a mortal, after all. While he promised to take Zeus' life if you die, he almost positively knew you could take care of a mere mortal.

And that's exactly what you did. While you did get hurt, it wasn't enough where you couldn't walk yourself into your room to be taken care of, and Poseidon let you there a few minutes after the doctor's left.

"You didn't tell me about that move you used." He was blunt about it, though he was normally blunt about everything.

"I know," You said, "But this was the first time I ever had to use it." You're words surprised him, though he did not say much more than that.

Poseidon didn't stay here for long. That night you returned to your home in the seas, your husband at your side.

Hades

He couldn't say he was at all happy about Zeus putting you in the rings and your life in danger, though unlike his younger brother he did not chose violence against Zeus.

He simply stated how disappointed in his youngest brother he was, and then left to go and watch you fight.

Hades didn't know if the fight was fair or not. After all, humans are tricky creatures who have evaded his grasp of death more than once.

Though, he did stay and watch the whole fight. Should you die, he'd like to see your beautiful face one more time as you break away and crumble into shimmering pieces of green.

That never happened, though.

While he thought you where outmatched, you where a cunning and slippery individual, and while you did get wounded, so did your human opponent. And soon, your opponent was slain.

He was already meeting you as you entered the room exiting the arena. Hades did not let you use your feet for awhile after that as he personally carried you to the infirmary. He could feel your breath wisping against his neck as he carried you.

After you where patched up, he took you on a walk through the gardens. It wasn't often you both left Helheim for something, mine as well enjoy the sights.

"I thought I would have lost you, my dearest." He confessed, watching the breeze tussle your hair as you walked through the garden. You where ethereal compared to the garden around you.

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Praise Me?

A/N: Be a writing blog, they said, it'll be fun, they said. Next thing you know I'm swamped with graduate school and 100 different OC's that my mind decided to make. Long story short, this took far too long and I'm ashamed. I wanna dedicate this to @warm-meelk letting me rant to them as I as running out of ideas q wq Uhm, I'll post a pin of what I write and not write since I guess I'm taking requests. Anyways, enjoy my self indulgent shit. Warnings: Descriptions of gore, Emotional manipulation, implied cannibalism and just general no good bad behavior from the boys.

Demon culture is hard to grasp.

It wasn’t like good ol’ regular human culture. Sure there were some differences here and there but with enough practice anyone could work around them and possibly thrive.

But Devildom culture was another beast entirely.

Among all the dances, all the flirting, the parties and the cute touching moments, these seven demons didn’t fail to remind you that you were now the human master to the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.

And as your demons they had their own set of rules to obey.

As did you.

You put your backpack down and squat in front of the school bench, coming face to face with Belphegor as the other continues to sleep despite your face being a mere inches away from his.

“Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up.”

A smile appears on his face as he barely opens his eyes to look at you, instead giggling as he pretends to sleep on while you poke his cheek.

“I’m serious. We are supposed to be going home!”

“Mmmm...I’m perfectly comfortable here, though.”

Always the sweet talker, Belphie takes your hand and brings it close to his chest trying to pull you in as you laugh and try to pull your hand back.

“Come on MC, let’s just stay a little longer. I just made the bench comfy.”

“And where am I going to sit?”

The demon hums before sitting up and pointing at the seat next to him with a trademark shit eating grin.

“Here. So I can lay my head on your lap.”

At this point you can’t help it. You and Belphegor may have had a rocky start but he had deemed himself worthy to trust. Honestly, you never thought about it too hard. It was just family business after all, you had just been caught in the crossfire.

Not really, your brain fills in the gaps, you’ve been manipulated into believing him and had been promptly betrayed once your purpose was over…

But he apologized, right?

An apology from a demon. It was a big step.

You take your place and smile as the Avatar of Sloth’s hair now covers your lap. Soft and lush, Belphegor yawns again and makes himself comfortable while you run your fingers through his hair while closing your eyes and feeling a soft, cold breeze.

This wasn’t so bad...

A rough hand shakes you awake, knocking you out of your dream.

“Wake the hell up, human!”

Startled, you hold onto Belphie’s shoulders and look up at an angry looking demon, fangs out and ready to use as they point a finger at the bench.

“We’re trying to clean the school grounds and you’ve been loitering for an hour. Get out already!”

Oh. Oh! An hour? You fell asleep on a school bench for an hour!? Belphie was starting to rub off on you, wasn’t he? Your hands gently shake your demon awake while you give the other demon the most apologetic look you could.

“Belphie. You need to wake up.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Belphie we need to go!”

“I don’t wanna--!”

The demon speaks up again, getting closer and kicking right under the bench where your backpack was as hard as he could.

“Wake the fuck up already! Go and play with your human pet somewhere else!”

Belphie sits up slowly as you stand up and grab your backpack, wincing when you open it up and see the mess of books, notebooks and pencils now either bent, cracked or straight up destroyed.

“Dammit.”

Oh well, easy fix. These notebooks were easily replaceable and pencils you could get anywhere, book like this on the other hand would be a bit--

“...Did they do that?”

You jump as you feel Belphegor looking over you, bringing your backpack close to you and hiding it from view. He frowns at your actions before tugging the backpack out of your grip and looking inside, face devoid of any emotion as his gaze goes from the item in his hand to the demon now glaring at you both.

“Belphie. Come on. They need to clean.”

He growls. “They ruined something of yours.”

“It doesn’t matter I can just replace it, let’s go--”

Your demon moves faster than your words, Belphegor’s snarl ringing loud in your ears despite how far he is away from you. The lesser demon barely has time to react as Belphegor grabs him by the back of the head in full demon form and yanks him back onto the bench, his bright blue nails now far larger than you’ve ever seen them before as they dig deep into the scalp of his victim.

Belphegor grabs your backpack and empties it out, your belongings clattering onto the floor as he tilts the demon’s head back with one hand while the other starts bunching up your backpack into a small ball of nothing but zippers and strings.

In your head you are already yelling at Belphegor to stop but your brain is screaming at you to run away as fast as you can while your legs don’t respond to any of the distress signals and remain locked in place, forcing you to watch as the demon scratches at Belphegor’s skin but fails to do any damage as the hand holding his head now moves to his mouth and forces it open with a sickening crack.

“AHHHH! AHHHHHH!”

“You were acting so high and mighty before.” Belphegor grins as he stuffs the bag into the demon’s mouth. “What’s wrong? Did you think I would let you walk away from ruining my master’s things?”

The demon scratches his throat when Belphegor pushes the bunched up ball deeper into their throat, a gasp escaping you as you see the outline of some of the zippers pressing right against the inside of their skin and threatening to pop out.

“Haha, I never knew scum could talk. Maybe if I shove this far enough down your throat and then pull it out, I’ll rip out your vocal cords as well. Then my master won’t have to hear your ugly voice--”

It’s pushing. Whatever is getting lodged in that demon’s throat is pushing to get out and you can almost see their nose bleeding from the pressure that is being created as their hands slowly stop moving and one of them falls limp--!

“BELPHIE STOP!”

The words die in your throat as Belphegor’s hand is wretched out of the demon’s mouth, the bag now lodged in their throat as their fingers twitch against the now half destroyed bench. The Avatar of Sloth looks down at the demon before looking back at you, shoving him down so that they hit the ground with another sickening crack.

He smiles as he stands in front of you, your eyes looking at anywhere but him as Belphie waits a couple more minutes before clearing his throat.

“MC.”

You can only make a noise, it’s almost like you are trying to hold back from swallowing your tongue. He calls your name again before letting out a quick ‘oh’ and smiling as he pats your head.

“That’s right. You have no idea how to be a master. Haha, I forgot.”

His smile is soft compared to angry trails of blood running down his arms.

“Here.”

It takes every single ounce of your self control to not slap him away when he grabs your hand, Belphie leaning down to press your palm on the top of his head just like you had been doing before.

“You need to praise me...or else I’ll feel neglected...”

He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“And do something much worse.”

Praise? He wanted praise? For almost killing--no--he had just killed another demon in front of you in cold blood for something as simple as some ruined books! Your eyes actively refuse to look at the corpse a couple of feet away from you as your hands continue to run through Belphie’s soft hair, the shock leaving you to mutter a few words that you thought would be enough to satiate your demon’s bloodlust and keep you safe.

“Good...Good job Belphie…Thank you.”

Your demon smiled, letting out a soft hum as you two walked hand in hand back to the House of Lamentation.

He had a nap to catch up to.

“You’ll like it.”

A bat’s eyes stares up at you as you do your best to not stare back.

“MC, just give it one bite.”

You give the sandwich in your hands a squeeze and see the eyeball pop out--

“Nope. Sorry Beel. That's just….this isn’t for me.”

Beel bumps you lightly as you both walk down the rather busy Devildom street, people walking around with several prime Devildom snacks as the food trucks behind you work overtime to try and feed all of the hungry demons that were patiently waiting their turn. It was rather sweet of your demon to invite you to one of his few lesser known hang out spots, one even his brothers didn’t know about, so they wouldn’t know about Beel eating half of these food trucks out of house and home.

Turning around, you look at the two food trucks that closed down already due to being labeled as Beel’s favourite.

Those poor souls, well at least they get their food’s worth in cash with how much Grim Beel was throwing at them to get the food out faster. The memory made you giggle as you hand the bat sandwich to Beel and look for something else to eat--

“Oh--”

A large hand tugs you back as a demon speeds past you with cash in hand, your back pressing against Beel's chest as he looks down at you in worry.

“Don’t stray too far away from me, MC. I don’t want to lose you.”

The little flip flop your heart makes feels light and fluffy, a smile creeping up on your face as you nod and hold out your hand for him to take, Beel smiling as you two walk down the busy street to make your way back home.

Until you sniffed the air.

Your eyes turn to the direction of the delicious smell, your stomach growling as you tug on Beel’s hand and point to the only thing that seemed edible for a human person.

A popcorn stand.

Purple eyes shine as Beel repays the favor and tugs you towards it, a Little D running the concession looking up at you two and grinning as he sees Beel.

“Finally! Been waiting for the star of this whole show to notice me!”

“Aren’t you popular~?”

Your hand pokes Beel’s side but the demon is already drooling at the mouth, holding up one finger as he looks down at the very simple menu.

“One gargantuan bucket of popcorn with Devilcheese topping and chupacabra butter drizzled on top--”

“Please.”

Beel nods, realizing he almost forgot his manners.

“Please.”

“Coming right up!”

The Little D takes out a rather big bucket and starts filling it out, Beel’s eyes not once straying from the deliciously warm, popped kernels entering the bucket as you take your time to look at the rest of the concession stand. As much as you would love to eat some of the popcorn with Beel, your hand was most likely at risk if it ever came near the vicinity of Beel and his food.

Besides, your demon would most likely finish that in 5 minutes flat.

So you scan the other items in front of you before shrugging and deciding on a small bag of pre-popped popcorn. This was more your speed anyway.

“Oh and can we also get--”

The bag gets snatched away from you quickly as another demon stands beside you, slamming down a couple of Grim on the counter as he makes quick work of the snack. You can’t help but stare as the demon grabs a handful and starts eating, his eyes meeting yours once he finally felt you staring.

“...did you want this, human?”

The question isn’t asked with any apology or remorse. It’s almost as if he is daring you to say something. Something inside you wants to call out to Beel to come help you deal with the less than savory Devildom interactions but you had 6 months left in this program...you needed to learn to stand up for yourself!

“No.”

And by standing for yourself you meant saving your own ass.

With a grin, the demon laughs and throws a piece of popcorn at you.

“Good answer. At least you’re a human who knows their place.”

The piece lands on your jacket, your eyes rolling as you wipe it off and turn back to look at Beel.

CRACK

Despite the sickening bone crushing sound as a spray of something flickered past your vision, nobody in the street seems to pay any attention to the now screaming demon behind you. You slowly turn around, looking down at the other demon now prostrated at your feet as the bag of popcorn was in Beel’s left hand--

And the demon’s arm was on his right.

“Order up--oh.”

The Little D blinks at the sight before frowning as he snaps his fingers at you, the demon’s screams now replaced with angry snarls and cries as Beel keeps holding him down onto the pavement. You put a hand over your mouth at the black blood now pooling under him and move away when the puddle starts growing outwards to you, your stomach churning and losing any sort of appetite you could have had at the sight.

“Hey human. I don’t care if one of your demons does this but mind taking it somewhere else? It’s going to wreck my shop.”

Wreck his--someone’s arm had just been ripped off!

Your eyes look to see if someone, anyone, was paying attention but the only thing you could seem to find were a couple of passing glances here and there as the rest of the Devildom went about its day despite the horrifying scene playing out next to them.

“Well?”

The Little D speaks up again.

“Aren’t you going to call him off?”

Beel’s usual friendly face is replaced with a calm anger as he stares down at the arm in front of him with a tentative look. He brings it close to his mouth, a similar string of saliva running down his lips as he opens his jaw---

“BEEL!”

He stops, eyes going back to stare at the way your legs were shaking and how much you were holding back from throwing up due to the smell of demon blood mixed with buttery popcorn.

“Scum like you aren’t worth eating.”

The Avatar of Gluttony drops the arm close to his victim, the demon quickly grabbing it and scampering off as you watch the droplets of black follow in his quick steps. You lean against the concession stand and put a hand over your heart as you try to calm yourself down and to get the bile in your throat to go back to where it belonged.

“MC.”

You jumped when you heard Beel calling out to you, your demon smiling as he took your hand and handed you the bag of popcorn you no longer wanted.

“This is the one you wanted, right?”

It was slimy. The popcorn inside was clearly not affected by the blood now sticking to the bag and your fingers.

“Beel...”

“Or did you want some of mine? If it’s with you I’ll always share.”

That wasn’t the issue! He had just ripped another demon’s arm off and he was going to eat it--!

Beel calls out your name once again, smiling as he gets closer and looks down at you expectantly. You both look at each other for a good three seconds, the longest three seconds of your life, before the demon picks you up so that your backside is perched on his arm. A part of you was still willing to complain and demand that he get you down but he takes one of your hands and puts it on his cheek, kissing your palm while his tongue licks up some of the blood that had dried between your fingers.

“Did I do good?”

You can’t answer, the only thing you can do is watch as he presses another kiss to your hand.

“I heard human masters praise their demons when they do good…”

He nibbles on your thumb.

“Aren’t you going to praise me, master?”

A tongue licks right under your fingernail, trying to get to every nook and cranny almost as if he was savoring you--

“Y--Yes!”

Beel’s face lights up as he looks at you, eyes softening and bringing back the Beel you knew as you rub your thumb lightly across his cheek and do your best to swallow back the bile threatening to gargle its way up your throat once more.

“Thank you Beel...thank you.”

The touch of a master felt so nice, Beel thought, that it almost made it worth not eating what he had craved for in such a long time. But he was satiated with just this--the demon’s blood on your fingers tasted better than any topping he could think of.

“MC~!”

You laugh as you feel Asmo wrap his arms around you and tug you close, the music thumping in your ears as Solomon chuckles at the image you two make. It had been a rough week for Asmo with the launch of his new perfume line, the plans he had for his pop up stores and then the collaboration he wanted to do with Majolish that was almost late in its release--but somehow it had all finished right on time in what had to be the longest five days in your life.

Being a celebrity in the human world was hard, you thought, but being a celebrity in the Devildom was much harder when you had to do most of the collaborations and testing of products yourself.

Maybe that is why Asmo brought you along, you guessed. In a way, you were providing him with emotional support and praising him every step of the way whenever he managed to get one thing done and immediately move to the other.

There were no breaks this whole week, either for you or for him, so coming to the Fall after the announcement of the collaboration with Majolish was like the cherry on top of a pretty piled up ice cream sundae.

Asmo lets out a happy hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a loud smooch as he settles into the backrest of the seat.

“Everything got done on time! I can’t believe those jerks at the perfume company thought to move up the launch to Monday when they knew that I would also be talking to the palette company the same day! I gave each and every one of those executives my calendar! It’s like they can’t even read…”

Solomon shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, looking out into the sea of bodies on the dance floor dancing along to the music.

“You are becoming increasingly popular lately, Asmo, maybe they just wanted to get the launch done soon so they could start another project with you.”

The Avatar of Lust sighs and leans against you, cuddling close as you run a hand through his hair instinctively.

You’ve been doing this two or three times for the past five days so it's almost become second nature.

“I understand that they do want to get me into as many ad campaigns as possible, but if that is cutting into the time I spend with MC then they can just wait.”

His eyes shine when he looks at you, your heart picking up in speed as he leans closer.

“Right, MC? You’re all mine tonight?”

You can’t help it, Asmo has been working hard and you knew he thrived off attention so you just answer without thinking.

“As long as you don’t tell the other’s about it...I’m all yours.”

Asmo’s squealing and his arms wrapping around you cover up the worried look Solomon sends your way--

Only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“Asmodeus?”

It’s hard not to stare at the pretty demon in front of you. She is wearing a beautiful dress that shows off every asset from her hips to her chest, making it hard to concentrate on just one thing as she sends Asmo a shy smile. Her wings twitch lightly, letting you see the way the inside skin of her bat-like wings caught the neon lights and made them shine even more.

You still hadn’t gotten used to seeing succubuses and it showed.

Your demon unwraps himself from you and sits up straight, the other sitting down beside him and subtly pulling him close to whisper something into his ear. He nods and lets her go, the demon waving at him and heading out to the dance floor as Asmo starts stepping out of the booth the three of you occupied.

You can't help but ask.

"What did she say?"

Asmo takes out a pocket mirror and fixes his hair.

“She wanted to dance. I think I saw her at the pop up store today so she’s most likely a fan.”

He snaps the mirror shut and sends a wink your way.

“I’ll see you two in a bit~! Don’t miss me too much, okay?”

Solomon waves goodbye as you watch Asmo get lost in the crowd, sighing as you let yourself relax.

“He certainly kept you busy.”

You chuckle and put your drink down, eyes staring at the demons losing themselves to the song.

“I didn’t mind...it was nice to see him work so hard on something he was passionate about. I never see him try this hard at RAD so I didn’t know he had such a work oriented attitude when it came to stuff like his product line. Especially when it comes to organizational skills.”

Solomon snorts.

“Did you see his face when one of the demons tried to stock the facial cream right next to the body wash in the store? I thought he was going to have a breakdown.”

Both of you laugh at the surreal memory as the music slows down to a smooth and intimate beat.

“MC.”

“Hm?”

Swirling his drink in the glass, Solomon's voice gets serious as he speaks up again. “How much praise have you been giving Asmo lately?”

What...kind of question was that? Did he mean how much you had been praising Asmo this week or as a whole?

“A regular amount?”

There was Monday when you praised him with dealing with such a short notice change to the plans, Tuesday when Lucifer caught him trying to sneak away from RAD in order to talk to some other company that wanted to work with him and he ended up coming back to RAD instead, Wednesday was a day full of praise because you got to see Asmo’s work ethic first hand with the pop up store as well as how nice he had been to his fans, Thursday and Friday sort of blended together---

“You may want to cut it back.”

The beat drops low as the music gets more intense, the bodies on the floor grinding against each other as Solomon puts his drink down and makes an effort to look you in the eyes.

“Asmo hasn’t had a master like you before. You tend to be free and open with your affection and to a demon that is--”

“Sol, I'm not their master. I'm their friend. ”

You didn't want to explain this to Solomon again. The title of master was so pretentious, just because you shared a pact with the seven Lords of Hell didn't mean you could boss them around! And you didn't want to order them around in the first place!

The brothers were your family, Asmo was your family and you'd be damned if anyone tried to put you in a level above them.

Surprise is the first reaction you see in his eyes before Solomon concedes and drinks the rest of his cocktail, gently placing the glass down and sending you an understanding smile.

"The brothers really got lucky when they got you, didn't they? A human who is kind even to a demon."

He taps the table with his hand and stands up, a hand going up to stop you when you copy his movements.

"I'm sure Asmo will want to keep you here for a bit more. I think I can make my way to Purgatory Hall by myself."

Well, now you feel bad.

Solomon knew more than you on the matter of demons and pacts but you knew how to handle the brothers now. You’ve been with them a full year, that’s enough to know a person’s inner workings. You could handle Lucifer at his crankiest, Mammon at his craziest and Satan at his angriest. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to know more about pacts, it’s just that what you had with the brothers, what you had with Asmo, went beyond that--

Your view of the club is cut off as you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.

"Guess who?"

Fight and flight instincts are subdued when you recognize the voice, your body relaxing and smiling as you touch the demon’s hand to pry it away--only to feel something warm and wet covering his skin.

"Asmo?"

"Ding! Ding!"

It's strange how quickly you’ve come to recognize the smell of demonic blood. The brothers had done their best to hide that side of the Devildom for you but you caught glimpses of the violence here and there. It was a demon’s nature, you supposed, but the strong odor always made your eyes tear up.

So having the smell so close to you now, it was making you dizzy and keeping you rooted to your spot.

"Oh? MC you are all tensed up--ah."

The tilt in his voice changes as Asmo pulls his hands away so you could blink away the spots dancing around your eyes.

"Do I smell bad, MC?"

You waste no time standing up, turning around and then walking behind the booth, pupils shrinking as you see the black liquid running from Asmo's arm all the way to the very tip of his fingers. Whatever isn't soaked up by Asmo's jacket drips onto the floor, each drop heavy and messy as they littered the flashing floor.

"I probably do to a human, huh? The feeling alone is disgusting--"

"Asmo what happened?!”

Why was he bleeding so much? There were no cuts in his jacket and he didn’t seem to be freaking out. Did something happen in the dancefloor, had someone tried to attack him--why wasn’t he more alarmed!? You stop investigating his arm when Asmo coos at you as he takes your hand and intertwines it with yours.

“Always so cute~ Are you worried for me, MC?”

“Yes?! Did you get into a fight--?”

“Shush shush.”

A blood stained finger taps your lips, Asmo letting out a sly grin as he leans close to whisper into your ear.

“It isn’t mine, darling, you don’t need to worry so much.”

Your hands try to tug away from his when he speaks but he keeps you close, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he forces your attention on his voice and his voice alone.

“The succubus I was dancing with? She was a bit...rude. I don’t know why she started making such accusatory comments about you keeping me all to yourself and not letting me pay attention to my fans, but she just let her mouth run anyway. She started saying such mean things about you, MC, I just couldn’t take it.”

He lets out a happy sigh, as if satisfied with the decision he had taken as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“So I just ripped one of her wings off to warn her. I didn’t think she’d spray this much out--ruined my entire outfit.”

Asmo presses a kiss to your neck as you try to pull away again but can only budge from his hold as he starts swaying you to the music.

“Asmo--”

“Hehe, I did a good thing, didn’t I? What is it Levi says? I protected your honor?”

His fingernails seem to almost dig into your back, your body now barely feeling like yours as you let Asmo move you side to side as the music switches to a love song from the human world.

“So shouldn’t I get some praise, master?”

You can’t breathe. It’s not just Asmo pulling you close as you feel yourself sag in his arms with how tightly he is holding you, you can’t breathe because of his confession and just how stupid you could be.

Solomon didn’t praise Asmo as much, in fact he was stricter with Asmo than the other demons you knew he had a pact with, and you had just blown off any sort of advice because you thought that you and the brothers were the same.

“Masteeeer~ Tell me something good...please~”

His words are no longer coherent but just mumbles as you feel him breathing you in as the music grows louder and louder and his grip grows tighter and tighter.

Asmo grins as he feels two hands embrace him, burying your face in his chest as you let him move you in whatever way he wants.

“...thank you...thank you for protecting me…”

He lets out a pleased sigh as he feels your arm rub his back up and down, his mouth opening up to lick and bite at the skin you were so carelessly letting him be so close but stopping himself. It wouldn’t make sense to worship his master with all this blood on one side of him. Words of praise were enough for now.

Once they get back to the House of Lamentation, he’ll ask for a different kind of reward~

Demons do not necessarily have to please their masters but the stronger the connection the stronger the need to make their devotion shown. It is important that the connection between a demon and their master stays one of giving and taking. If the balance is shifted, the human or the demon may lose control of the pact entirely, leaving the remaining party to act irrationally. Just remember:

Your master is temporary.

What exists between you and your master is temporary.

Humans stay with humans, demons stay with demons.

You read the passage a couple more times and then take a peek at the blonde in front of you, blinking when you see Satan meeting your eyes. Both of you look at each other before he breaks first, smiling as he puts his book down and speaks up.

“How are you holding up?”

Looking down at your notes, you blink at the lack of writing on the page. You two had been studying here for an hour for your Pactology exam but your eyes had just been stuck on that passage since you first opened the book. You weren’t going to be forward enough to say that Satan was in love with you but you could admit that the feelings between him and you had certainly grown.

“I’m good just...studying, you know?” In fact, it had been that way with all of the brothers.

You weren’t necessarily friends but also not necessarily lovers. All of it was just a convoluted mess that all of you preferred to not give a name because of just how complicated it was.

Yet Satan had always been a bit more straightforward with you.

The rather direct straight messages, the always polite yet flirty attitude, the secret glances he thought you wouldn’t notice that used to make you laugh but now they made you worry.

Were you being too lenient?

The book was set up as a case study so there were some pages filled with stories about demons who had done atrocious things in order to please their masters in the name of 'love'. Some demons had killed entire royalty lines while others had topped over governments and kingdoms. It wasn’t necessarily spoken as if it was a bad thing, what a demon did when they were in love, it was just spoken as a sort of ‘warning’ that most demons should be the level headed ones in the pact relationship.

Lest they wish to be subjugated to a unilateral pact rather than a bilateral one, all for 'love'.

But maybe you didn't need to worry about that? The stories they spoke of were of some sort of twisted devotion a demon could have for their master! The brothers weren’t devoted to you like that. Satan still teased you from time to time and he knew you were still working your way around having seven pacts. Why would he be devoted to a human like yourself? Why would any of them be devoted to you in such a way!

You close the book as your demon comes to sit down next to you, Satan putting an arm around your chair and sliding closer so he could look at your notes. He hums at the blank pages before smiling and opening the book back up, scanning the index for a moment before tapping one line and flipping to the correct page.

“The test is going to be handwritten so you have to make sure you can explain this case in detail--” He flips back a couple pages, not noticing you looking at him as he clicks his tongue when he finds it.

“And this one as well. If you know these two by the time the test rolls around you should be fine, these are the professors favourite cases so they are bound to be on there--"

“Satan, how do you feel about me?”

Surprised wouldn't begin to cover what he looks like. Satan pulls away slightly to get a better look at you and then smiles as he tucks a stray piece of hair over your ear.

"Why the sudden question?"

You can't help but blush, he always acted like this even in public. Were you enabling him, maybe, by letting him do this? But it felt so nice--

"Just...want to know, you know?

Satan nods before flipping a couple of pages on the book and stopping on the page you were reading. He takes a couple of seconds to scan the words.

"Humans stay with humans...demons stay with demons."

He blinks and looks at you, his eyes fixated on every involuntary twitch as the library gets even more quiet.

"Do you believe this, MC?"

You look at Satan and then back to the book.

"What do you mean?"

His expression softens as he clears his throat.

"Well some of these books were written a very long time ago and times change. Just like the Devildom changes. Look at us, we have a library now. One with computers and everything."

"And not one with typewriters?"

Both of you laugh, the mundanity of it all setting in as you feel yourself relax. It was the same back in the human world, afterall. Things changed, people changed, everything was in a constant state of change so why shouldn't the Devildom experience the same thing?

You weren't doing anything wrong.

"I'll find a newer version then--"

"No need. The notes I took should be enough. Besides--"

Satan scoots even closer and leans over the table to grab his notebook, smiling as his hand grabs your shoulder and brings you closer to him.

"We can just study like this. Since we are at the library we should be keeping quiet."

With renewed confidence, you smile and lean against his shoulder as the hand on the back of your chair pulls you in closer to press a kiss on your cheek. The next few minutes are spent doing nothing but whispering to each other about the exam and several other questions you might have had before Satan mentions something about grabbing a book he needs and how you just needed to sit tight.

Your eyes had to stop staring at so many pact symbols so the break was highly welcome.

Rubbing them with your hands, you miss the demon standing up and walking towards your table.

“...human.”

The tone is stern but surprisingly polite, making you pay attention quickly as you greet the demon with a slight head nod. They take a minute to look at you up and down before speaking again.

“Listen...I really don’t mean to sound rude but I really don’t think you should be doing this outside.”

You blink and look around you, trying to find the clear social violation you had crossed, which only made the demon roll their eyes and tap their finger on the table to bring back your attention.

“I meant the affection, human. I understand that Lord Satan is proud or whatever of having you as his master but that sort of praise should be kept private. If you want to subjugate your demon like that, please do so where none of us can see---”

The liquid that hits your face is warm, disgustingly warm, that you immediately put a hand over your eyes and hiss at the small stinging sensation it seems to be leaving behind. A scream, far too close to you, makes you jump from your seat as you rub at your eyes furiously with your sleeve in order to see what had happened...or what was possibly attacking you.

You don't waste a second, you immediately react with your first instinct.

"Satan!"

Your blood was pumping, your face was warm, every single hair on your body was standing on end as you finally rub and blink away the thing that was blinding you--

Only to be met with Satan's eyes shining as they look at you, a smile on his face while preening at the fact that you had called out his name, not once caring about the eyeball he was now holding in his hand and the demon kneeling in front of him gripping at the blood and skin that was now pooling and dripping down their face and to the floor while hazardously, screaming bloody murder.

“MC…”

Satan’s breathing is heavy as he throws the eye off to the side, smiling as he ignores the demon bleeding out on the floor in favor of taking care of you.

“What a shame, it got you all dirty.”

He takes a handkerchief from his pocket while his other hand went to delicately touch your chin--

Only to blink when you step away from him, his hand hanging in the air as he looks at you. You open your mouth to speak about what he had done, to give any sort of reprimand or punishment but the anger in your demon’s eyes as he smiled and tried to reach out for you again kept you from saying anything and only letting you close your mouth as his hand tilted your chin up.

“I was right. We should have just studied in my room. You shouldn’t have had to deal with someone like them.”

You can only stare at him in horror as he cleans away the blood slowly, licking his lips before leaning down to give your now clean cheek a brief peck.

“Aren’t you happy I was here to protect you, MC?”

Your eyes darted down to the demon on the floor, picking themselves up and running out of the library as everybody else continued working in silence, as if only a mild inconvenience had happened that had barely disrupted the atmosphere of the library.

“I did a good job, didn’t I? Getting them away from you..”

Why did no one help them? Why did no one stop it?

“You even called out to me.”

Your heart stops as your demon takes your hand and presses his lips to your knuckles.

“What sort of praise will you give me, master?”

Oh.

No one stopped him because that was your job.

The text flashes in your head, a note you had also forgotten to jot down. You do not need praise from your master.

Humans do not realize it but their praise, due to the pact's effects, gives a sense of calm that is not present in a demon’s nature and can keep a demon subjugated and even persuade them to make the pact permanent. A demon will find themselves seeking out that praise indefinitely, leading to irrational acts of violence that aren’t stated in the pact and an increase in a demon’s possessive nature towards their master if praise isn’t given often.

Keep a level head and remember, you work for you and not for them.

Satan smiles as he feels your fingers on his cheek, wiping the blood away slowly as you try to continue the action despite the small thrum of pain on your thumb as you touched the now drying black blood.

“You did good...thank you…thank you Satan.”

It’s like he can breathe again, your demon thinks, with the way you are touching his hair and looking up at him. You looked so helpless and how could he possibly ignore such a cute look? He takes your hand and helps you pick the stuff strewn across the table, tutting at the mess the bug dared to leave behind on the notebooks.

But it didn’t matter now, his room was a lot quieter and a better place to study anyway.

If he and his master ended up studying at all.

FALL INTO DESPAIR!

You sigh as your fingers move against the controllers, your character gliding on the screen as they did their signature move and jumped back onto the platform with great ease.

Good thing this was just the practice stage, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have made that smooth a-jump if you were playing against Levi.

Another sigh escapes you as you look at the door.

Where did Levi even go?

What was the point of playing a new game if he wasn't around to tell you every single detail about it? That was the first reason you had bought Demonic Gear anyway, to laugh as Levi complained or praised a certain feature in the game.

This game specifically had been one Levi was extremely hyped to buy, even inviting you to wait with him outside one of the few game stores the Devildom had opened for the release.

The experience itself was one you had to take part in, Levi insisted as he dragged you outside, one that would take a normie like you and turn them into a hardcore gamer.

Which you honestly couldn't care less about.

You just liked seeing him excited.

Was it silly to say that it also got you excited as well? Levi tended to share everything with you when it came to his interests that it made it hard not to get excited as well.

And with how often Levi tended to put himself down for having no friends, inviting you to something he enjoyed was probably the biggest test of friendship he could give you.

One, you would like to say, you barely passed.

You look at your fingers on the controller, frowning as you tap 'A' to restart the match.

Waiting in line with Levi had been a good experience like you thought, he had a backpack full of snacks and even warmers for your pockets so that your hands wouldn't get cold.

It was cute when you offered to hold hands inside your jacket pocket so that he also wouldn't feel cold, Levi nearly dropping a full chip bag in surprise as he sputtered about how he needed to keep himself bright and alert in case the doors opened early--!

Only to mutter in a low voice how he wouldn't mind doing it for a few minutes, just as long as you paid attention as well.

You smiled and let his hand intertwine with yours while huddled close, smiling whenever you felt him squeeze down just to prove that this was in fact real.

Maybe that had been your first mistake.

The doors had opened earlier than they had advertised, people immediately rushing in as the line moved fast and hazardously--

"Move over, human trash!"

It was fast, whatever the demon did to make you trip, but you barely could pull your hand away as you felt yourself about to fall--

"MC!"

Levi's hands were rough as he caught and pulled you away from the sea of people, hugging you tight to his chest as the demons in line quickly shuffled into the store and out with their copies in hand.

By the time you two were able to go in, there wasn't a single copy left.

The walk back home had been quiet, a look of guilt on your face as you tell him that the moment a new shipment came you would go back and buy it yourself--

But Levi just said it wasn't your fault and that he was just happy he got to hold your hand.

You insisted on going to his room and playing a different game but Levi asked you to just wait for him there, stating that there was something he needed to do before he could be worthy to stand by your side again.

That line alone made you worried. He only talked like this when he was really upset about something.

Without waiting one second, you run to his room and search up the game on the online store. Levi was planning to spend this amount anyway so it didn’t matter whether you purchased it online or as a physical copy, right!

Who were you kidding? It mattered to him...and so it mattered to you.

“Maybe I can reserve a copy now? Surely the shipment will arrive soon--”

“MC?” You jump up and put the remote down on his chair, smiling as you turn around to at least tell him about how you got him a consolation prize--!

Yet your gasp interrupts any sort of good news that you could give, almost tripping over yourself as you watch a small drop of blood drip off from Levi’s nails, the rest matted to the clothes of his demon form as he gave you a small smile.

“Levi!” All your thoughts are on immediately making sure he isn’t hurt, going to reach for his arm--but feeling your hand stopped by his as he immediately gets down on one knee.

“I took care of them, Master.”

“...what? Levi--”

“The rats that tried to hurt you.”

He looks up and you feel yourself back away, the hand grabbing yours tugging you back slightly as you look away from him. Levi had never looked so focused, his eyes never once breaking eye contact with yours as he switched from grabbing onto your hand to holding it with both of his hands.

“I saw their faces...the ones who did something so unforgivable. My instincts had told me to get rid of them right that instant but my Master needed my protection first.”

Levi presses your hand to his cheek and closes his eyes.

“But I followed their scent afterwards, the sick scent they had left behind on you when they got too close. They hadn’t even gone straight home to play the game they had stolen from us--they were just bragging...bragging about their foolish attempt to hurt you.”

He smiles as his hold gets tighter.

“But a fool always gets what a fool deserves.”

You remembered that line. The fourth book from the TSL series, the line the Lord of Shadows whispers to Henry before killing off one of the Lord of Fool’s messengers who had been sent to take Henry away. You remember Levi talking about how that book nearly had not been printed because of such a graphic detail on the description of the murder, revealing a side of the Lord of Shadows that fans may not have seen before…

The quiet and reclusive Lord, ripping the arm of the messenger clean off before proceeding to gouge out the inside of the stump with just his nails, the messenger only being able to scream in pain as the viscera gathered in a pool of meat and blood right next to his feet--!

Your hand twitches in realization as the blood burns your skin slightly, like when you put it far too close to the stove when it was clear that you needed to pull away.

“And better news yet, I reaped their spoils for you...for us…”

He shakily presses your hand on his head, his smile getting wobbly as a small trace of saliva slowly drips down the side of his lips.

“S--So please...praise me, my Master! Praise the good job your demon has done for you…! The Hero he has become for you!”

In your head, you remember the rest of that scene. The Lord of Shadows had turned to Henry with a nervous but victorious smile, claiming how he had saved his friend from being taken away from his side. Yet the book spoke about Henry's sudden and tiny fear of what the Lord of Shadows was capable of, his praise not born from gratitude but from fear of what would happen if he didn't give the once evil Lord what he wanted.

So you spoke your line perfectly and with what must have been the same fear that Henry felt as you gently ran your fingers through Levi's hair.

"My...my friend. My hero...thank you for keeping me safe...and keeping me close to you."

Levi feels his heart beat fast at your words, his breathing now ragged and heavy as he feels your words affect every single nerve in his body.

This...this was his first headpat! A headpat from his Master! Of all the items he could have possibly gotten from this quest--this was the rarest item of all! Even if he had to go and waste his time with some normie demons, it really had all been worth it! All for his master's praise!

Maybe if he begged enough...their Master would spend the night with him as well?

Your leg was bouncing more than you’d care to think about.

How did you even get into this mess? It wasn’t that you were unsupervised at any time during the day, Mammon was always the one insisting he walk you to and from classes the first few months of your pact with him so it was almost impossible to be alone..

But demon's were crafty and you had let your guard down while in RAD.

You look around and sigh, Mammon was really late.

It had been his idea to meet in this cafe, why was he the one late!? Your leg starts bouncing again as you look down at your phone and the rather glaring message that was from an unmarked number.

[You better not forget your promise, human, else we'll go after your scumbag protector!]

As much as you loved Mammon, it was getting harder to get him out of his debts nowadays. Not that you could possibly pay off any sort of debts that he had, you were sure some of them were in the millions, but this one had been different.

Some demons had managed to corner you outside of RAD, telling you that Mammon had given them a fake human artifact and how they wanted the 'real' thing.

You had made a face apparently because they told you it wasn't something that disgusting and that they weren't the kind of demons to 'mess around' with humans and how that was only for freaks.

They just wanted something of yours that they could sell.

Which, okay, you could do that.

"Mammon, where are you…"

They had agreed to meet you in an alley near the cafe you were currently at, one of the reasons you said yes to Mammon in the first place. You were just going to have coffee with him and then excuse yourself to give the demons what they wanted. It was going to be the quickest exchange of your life if only your demon would get here!

You grab your phone and shoot back a quick message, telling them to be patient and that you would be there in a few minutes.

The promise was getting harder to keep though.

With the ghost waiters staring at you and the other demons looking at you pitifully for sitting at a table all alone, you were starting to get more and more upset by the minute.

This was spoiling Mammon. Lucifer was right, you were actively spoiling Mammon at this point.

But how could you say no to him! Mammon may have his moments and, yes, he may have tried to sell something of yours but almost all of that cash that he seemed to get back went to get small presents for you and him! Your entire shelf back at the House of Lamentation was filled with little knick knacks he had bought you over the past few months and even the sight of them were enough to send your heart flying.

Any gift that Mammon gave you was stored and kept away at a very special place, both in your room and in your heart.

You weren’t shy about it either, any sort of jewelry he would buy would be worn by you the next day. It was met by annoyed comments and an occasional outburst as to why Mammon had such bad taste in jewelry but you knew that was the brother’s usual way of teasing you and him.

Your eyes go down to the bracelet you were wearing, smiling as you rub your thumb over the small golden links that kept it hanging around your wrist.

He had done so much for you, it was time you did this for him.

[Mammon! I need to go somewhere first! I’ll meet you at the cafe when I can, okay?]

Good thing you didn’t tell him you got here first and even better thing that you didn’t order anything. The chair scrapes against the cobblestone as you make your way out of the cafe, running down a somewhat familiar street as you try to find the correct alleyway.

“In front of The Fall and then take a left, in front of The Fall and take a left--”

You smile as the lights of The Fall greet you, illuminating the only alleyway that could possibly fit the description. Digging into your pockets, you pull out the artifact you were going to hand over and nod in determination.

“Hand it over and get out...nothing hard about that.”

Your hand goes over your heart as you try to calm it down while you turn and take the first few steps in--

“Mammon?”

The name escapes you before you can take in the image in front of you, a pair of blueish eyes staring at you Mammon’s leathery wings open up to hide the splatters of blood all over the concrete walls, but failing to hide the thing that he was holding in his hand.

A head. A head with a spine underneath that curved so perfectly, just like horns adorsninf the top.

The horns of a demon who looked so so similar to the one you had spoken to today--

“MC?”

His fingers immediately drop what he is holding on the poorly hidden pool of viscera strewn around him before retracting back to the fingers you were so used to seeing steal that it was so different to see them covered in blood.

"Why didn't you wait a the cafe…?"

And although you know it's him, you know that Mammon would never hurt you, your body takes a few steps back when he turns around to face you entirely.

Mammon in his demon form wasn’t anything new but your brain had equated it to match more serious events such as being in the Demon Lord’s castle or a dangerous situation. So seeing him in this form, with blood almost dripping off the leathery garments as he turns to look at you and calls out your name again in a worried but serious tone.

It was getting harder to fight your survival instincts.

He holds out his hand and you quickly recoil away, Mammon looking down and cursing when he sees it is caked with viscera and demon blood, the stench of it getting heavier the closer he gets to you. Quickly wiping it away, your demon wastes no time in meeting your steps as his hand goes to grab the back of your head and his arm wraps around your waist to pull you close to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were bothering you?”

Your eyes were stinging from the smell of death all around him, which you guessed was a good thing since you didn’t even know how to answer his question.

“When did they get to you...I was with you this entire week…”

It was like he wasn’t even directing these questions at you, just thinking out loud to himself as you feel his wings stretch out so that you wouldn’t be able to see the bloody mess on the cobblestone street--

A hand runs through your hair as Mammon hugs you tighter, your lips now pressed in a thin line as you hear vague whispers of what he should have done to them in the first place if they had dared to come and talk to you so openly.

“They shouldn’t have been around you, none of them have, nobody but me should be around you always…”

Your hand grips at his bicep as you feel his hold tighten.

“I had to protect my master...who else is going to protect you but me?”

He quickly pulls you away slightly and cups your face, your skin crawling when you feel the other hand he had fail to clean press against your cheek as he forced your eyes on him.

“You really should have told me something sooner...but I don’t mind forgiving my Master for something they couldn’t control.”

Mammon smiles and wraps his wings around you, so that nothing could possibly deter you from staring only at him.

“...I’m your protector, aren’t I?”

His hands fingernails lightly dig into your cheek as you jump when he speaks again.

“Say I’m your protector...please Master…”

It was fight of flight for you and the only way you could defend yourself was to soothe the beast in front of you with the words he wanted to hear.

“You’re...you’re my protector...Mammon...you always protect me…”

Your eyes never tear away from him as you copy his movements, cupping his cheeks and doing your best to hold back tears as the worry inside of you morphs into an awful dreadful feeling.

“Say it again.”

“You’re my protector…”

“Again.”

“Thank you for protecting me…”

“Again.”

“Mammon please…”

Your demon lets go of your cheeks as you start to cry, smiling when he feels just how shaken you were by the whole situation. It must have been scary to be bullied by those scumbags, wasn’t it? But you didn’t have to cry anymore, your Mammon was here to protect you from everything that wished to take you away from him. He presses his lips to the corners of your eyes before hugging you close, reminding himself that from now on he would never dare to leave you alone.

His master deserved his protection, even if they didn’t know they needed it.

“Nice to meet you!”

You try to hold your smile just as you are holding out your hand, looking at one of the many Dukes of Hell that Diavolo was introducing you to during one of his many birthday parties.

Only for them to once again ignore you, smiling at Lucifer as they shake his hand and go back to enjoying the party.

“...well so much for that.”

You sigh and let your hand flop to your side as Lucifer stares at the guest walk away before turning back to you and offering you a sympathetic smile. As much as you wish you could return it, it was annoying to think that Diavolo had once again invited you to one of his many parties and decided to ignore the very clear fact that you were still a human.

And that most demons, especially demon royalty, tended to hate your guts.

No matter what you could possibly represent, you were still one of the races that they believed themselves to be superior to and no amount of smiling and hand shaking could fix that.

So it was annoying that Diavolo still thought that he could put you in those situations and pretend like there was nothing wrong.

“Did you see how she looked at me?”

“They were most likely impressed by your outfit, they had the decency to look at you at least.”

“They stared into my eyes for one second before ignoring me and being all smiley with you.”

You make a face as you turn towards Lucifer and give him your best aristocratic ‘I’m so much better than you’ gesture.

“Why Lucifer, you look just as radiant as the day we met! Would you save a dance for me later on tonight?”

Lucifer chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the stairs of the great palace.

“As much as I enjoyed the joke, I will have to let you go. One of the Duchesses of the Seventh Layer of the Devidom has asked for a dance and Diavolo fears she might throw an earth shattering tantrum if she does not get her wish.”

Your eyes look out towards the crowd as you spot the duchess in question, her eyes not once staring at you but almost drilling holes into Lucifer’s back as she tapped her fingers against her arm in anger at the mere thought of being kept waiting.

“Oh her? I like the hairpin she has on.”

Letting go of Lucifer’s hand, you go up the first few steps as Lucifer’s eyes remain fixed on your form.

“Her hairpin?”

“Yeah. I think it was a ghost lily? Either way, it was beautiful. It looked like it could go well with either long or short hair, those kinds of hairpins are hard to come by.”

You grin and turn to look at Lucifer.

“You think it’d look good on me?”

He doesn’t get to answer the question as you feel a rumble underneath your feet, both of you turning to stare at the fuming woman making her way towards you.

“That’s my cue. Good luck!”

Lucifer calls out to you but you are already halfway up the stairs, giggling to yourself as you realize just what your poor demon had to go through by being Diavolo’s second right hand man. That Duchess looked far too angry to be a regular demon, if you had stayed any longer she would have probably killed you right where you stood!

Well, not like Lucifer would let that happen.

Despite already being far away from the crowd, your smile stays on your face as you make your way towards one of the many balconies around the castle. The air is fresh and cool on your face as you lean against the dark marble to take in the view of the Devildom from Diavolo’s castle.

Whatever this had been, whether a cultural exchange program or some form of divine punishment, it was becoming easier to manage.

In fact, it had become a lot easier to manage once you had Lucifer’s pact mark imprinted on your left eye, officially making it the most prominent pact mark on your body. As much as you wished to believe that you had accustomed yourself to regular ol' Devildom life, Lucifer's pact mark had done most of the heavy lifting.

And that alone was enough to make you feel guilty.

The point of this entire 'exchange' was to lessen the strain of many years of conflict between the three realms and while Simeon and Solomon were pulling their weight, with Luke following behind rather dutifully, you had still struggled with basic demon interactions.

Until you got Lucifer's mark.

It didn't necessarily get better, but you were snarled at less by those who didn't want you there and that was enough to count it as a positive.

You press your hands against the marble of the balcony and let out another sigh. Didn't this just prove you were also putting pressure on Lucifer? Ontop of what he already had?

No. You weren't about to be a dead weight to your demon.

With how often Lucifer took care of you? And how much he said he treasured you? No! You refused to be a burden to him!

Shaking off the sadness you take in two deep breaths before humming and thinking of a way to possibly repay it back to him. You two dancing at Diavolo's party would be a bit too much for guests--so maybe you could dance here?

Yes. Yes!

You grin and put your hands up as if you were with a partner, doing your best in imitating the basic waltz steps that Lucifer had taught you. Surprising him by offering to dance outside, with the moon shining down on you two as you thanked him for all he had done!

Best idea you've had this whole cultural exchange, really.

You laugh and spin around but a barrier stops you from making a full spin, hands grabbing your shoulders and keeping you in place.

"Are you enjoying the party, Master?"

Perfect! He had finished!

"Lucifer! I had an idea! How about we--"

The hairpin catches your attention first, the ornament being just as beautiful as close as it was at a distance yet speckled with something red against its shiny gold leaves as Lucifer held it up to you--

"Lucifer!"

You push the hairpin away from your face as Lucifer smiles and leans into your touch, your left hand cupping the side of his face that had been sprinkled with the most blood. Your eyes go down to his collar and gasp when you see angry, red lines running from under his chin all the way to his collarbone, making his black shirt look even darker with the blood it was now absorbing.

And yet he didn't seem panicked, just smiling calmly as he holds your hand and presses it against the harsh wounds.

"MC."

"Lucifer, we need to get you some help! We--We need to get Barbatos or Diavolo! Oh my stars you're bleeding so much--!'

"MC."

"What happened! Is anybody else hurt? Why didn't you call for me--!"

You yelp when you feel Lucifer pressing your hands against the wound, the blood feeling wrong against your hand and skin but it does help from feeling the angry ridges from where the skin had been ripped.

"Do I look in pain?"

No. And that's what worried you the most.

"You...you don't but--"

"Believe me, these wounds are more than welcomed. Especially when they are a sign of how I protected you."

He keeps your hand pressed against his wound, pressing it closer and closer until you were sure that the tingling sensation in your hand was the feeling of it lightly burning your skin.

"The Duchess was just a pest as I thought but one good thing came from her corpse. I figured if a demoness that could run her tongue for so long didn't need her head to begin with."

The words don't hit you until you feel the hairpin pressed against your hair, feeling it clip into place as Lucifer adjusted it just a bit.

"No matter if short or long...I think this hairpin suits you best."

Lucifer smiles as he wraps one arm around your waist, keeping your hand trapped against his wound while he pressed a kiss to the tears now forming around the corner of your eyes.

"Lucifer…"

"It's alright, Master, no need to thank me with your words. This should have been expected of me in the beginning..."

He smiles as he takes your other hand and places it on his shoulder, gently guiding you through the steps you had danced by yourself as his lips move from your eyes to your own trembling ones.

"Although it would be a shame if I had to go after another duke or duchess all to seek out my master's praise...it would be a hassle for Barbatos to clean up…"

Lucifer smiles as your lips quickly press against his, your entire body trembling against him as he continues to guide you through your little dance. How awful, you were probably cold from standing outside so long…

He'd be a waste of a demon if he didn't warm his master up, but he guessed that it would be appropriate to look for a private room first.

No need to let the pests see how cutely his Master cried for him.

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Gossip, nuts and a very jealous Loki XD

From reading Gospel of Loki, I got two things:

Joanne Harris did not read the Eddas and has internalized misogyny is blinding her mad.

She thought that portraying Sigyn as loving gossip and baking pies would maker her look ridiculous and explain WHY Loki hates her... Except that it only shows how little she knows the characters she's writing and made 0 research, as Norse!Loki is quite the foodie and LOVES gossip.

She also made Loki HATE Sigyn for being friends with forest animals... when we know he has animal kids and turns himself into animals XD

The only reason he could dislike her friends would be... well, because he thinks she spends too much time with them XD

Since Sigyn loves gossip, YOU KNOW SHE WOULD BE FRIENDS WITH RATATOSKR :3

Gossiping and eating nuts in the forest all day long, while Loki just wishes he could have Sigyn only for himself XD

Ratatoskr: Not my fault if I'm cuter than you!

Loki: Well you'll sure make a CUTE SCARF, you fluffy bastard!

I commissionned the amazing @pip0h for this art!

Thanks again!!! <3

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❖ Golden Hour ❖

He, the damned that blessed by the Heaven. She, the blessing that loved by the fallen, the light that once beaming his soul.

Art by @Mygeshabeen

Animation ©Rikkimori

Song "Golden Hour" JVKE

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Loving MC from afar

Ok so this is the first fic I've written in a long while and it's about a mobile otome game. I blame @demonfamilytherapist

Set (loosely) in between S1 and S2, after MC has returned to the human world. They might be separated from the brothers, but that does not stop the brothers from loving them from afar. A little look into how the brothers can subtly (and not so subtly) influence the world and MC themself in order to stay connected. (gn) MC-centric! This does cover all the brothers, though Lucifer/Pride is last for chronology reasons...

cw: Brief blood mention in Satan’s section. There are references to being lethargic and uninterested in life/hobbies that could very easily be read as depression in Belphie’s section. Definitely elements of manipulation and dubious morality throughout too.

Mammon (Greed - to collect and covet material objects and goods)

There’s a knock on your window just after you wake up. It’s been happening for a few days now, but you never catch who’s doing it. The window itself is quite high up, and if it’s someone throwing rocks on a regular basis, well, they’ve got very good aim.

On a whim, you leave a camera rolling overnight. The following morning, you hear the knock again, and this time, you’re ready. The batteries are almost dead but thankfully the camera managed to catch the last few moments before winking off. Plugging it into your laptop, you scrub through the entire night so you can catch the early morning. And - well. It’s not what you were expecting.

In the hour just before you go to sleep, you notice a crow land in the branches across from the window, its eyes glinting gold through the lens of the camera. It doesn’t move all night. It doesn’t even sleep. In the morning, about the time you guess you woke, it flies up to the window, pecking the glass once with its beak, and then it flaps away into the brisk air.

You set the camera up the following evening, just to check if it was a fluke. Yet again, the crow lands, watching over you as you sleep before flying off in the morning after you wake.

Odd, but honestly not the weirdest thing you’ve experienced by far.

The next evening you leave your window open. There’s no knock in the morning, and for a brief moment you feel sad. Did you scare away your new friend? But - a glint catches your eye - sitting on the windowsill is a shard of broken glass - a light amber color, likely from a broken bottle.

It becomes a habit. Each evening, the crow perches on the branch outside, and the following morning, it leaves a small trinket on your windowsill. You’ve now collected a few bottle caps, some coins (though, oddly, in different currencies), glass of varying colours, and even a random key. The quality of the items the crow brings seems to increase every visit. You start leaving out pieces of fruit and occasionally strips of meat, which are always taken at some point during the night. It’s all fun and games - until it starts bringing you valuables.

Emeralds, sapphires, golden rings, diamonds; you start a collection that would make Tiffany’s seem like a children’s costume jewelry store. You know some of it definitely belongs to real people, because the news is reporting a ‘string of high-profile thefts’ across the entire fucking world.

You entertain the idea of reporting the valuables as stolen and have a minor breakdown about how to explain ‘it wasn’t me - it was this crow!’

You never bring yourself to do it, though. Finders, keepers, and all that.

There’s something comforting about this crow’s presence. The golden glint in its eyes shines impossibly as you go to sleep, and in that moment you feel treasured.

Leviathan (Envy - an insatiable desire for the unattainable, that which does not belong to you)

When you first return to the human world (after your very much warranted ‘mourning’ period, of course) you decide to go and visit one of your favourite places from your childhood - a beach that’s little more than a cove a few minutes walk from your home. Upon arriving, however, you notice the place is packed, and there’s a pang in your chest when you realize that this isn’t just your place anymore. You snap a picture regardless, and send it to one of the group chats on your DDD.

You continue to return though, hoping to catch a time when the beach is quieter. You have more luck in the mornings than the evenings, and slowly you force yourself to wake earlier and earlier just to catch a moment of peace.

At some point, you mention heading down to the beach to one of your friends. Their face sours, and for a moment you think you said something wrong. Perhaps it was the mention of the early start?

Over the coming weeks and months the beach becomes quieter and quieter; the early risers, joggers, and dog walkers slowly petering off until you’re the sole visitor down by the shore. Sometimes you think you see a glint of bright scales out in the ocean, though it’s far bigger than any fish you know to inhabit the nearby waters.

You continue to bring up the beach to your friends, excited about the return to your quiet, safe solitude. Every time you do so, they close off and regard you coldly.

There’s new owners, they say, no one is allowed down at the cove. They kick out anyone not on the approved list.

Well. That’s bizarre. You haven’t encountered any resistance during your many visits, you tell them. Of course you don’t is the response, and you think you’re maybe imagining the bitterness in their voice.

It’s a pattern you begin to notice - exclusive venues in which you’re always on the invite-list. Priority and pre-sale tickets to the hottest events arriving in your inbox. Every time, garnering the bitter eyes of your relatives and acquaintances. It’s exciting, special, to be the one experiencing all this. Made even more so, knowing that so many desire what you have.

You realize that beach was just the start, though it's definitely your favourite of the lot. It’s become a place just for you. You snap a picture of the sun rising over the waves. This one, you post to your instagram, with a single orange heart.

(You also notice that your luck in the gashapons at the arcade has become insanely good. It could be a coincidence, but…)

Satan (Wrath - to seek vengeance; impatience and revenge)

To be fair, you don’t make it a habit of confronting every person who slights you. You’ve had enough drama in the last year to last you a lifetime, and the last thing you want is to go and create more. You’re typically more of a let bygones be bygones type anyway. (Forgive and forget).

It’s not like your life in the human world has a surplus of people trying to wrong you. Occasionally you’ll be cut off while driving and it annoys you, but you continue on with your day. Sometimes your packages will be delivered to your neighbour, and it takes them a few days to let you know, letting you stew in your anxiety about their apparent arrival in the interim. (Forgive and forget).

Over the next few weeks you start to notice more and more coincidences pop up around the more annoying and troublesome people you interact with. A follower who commented something uncomplimentary in response to one of your posts has their account banned and deleted. The annoying neighbor who often parks in your space has their car totaled the day after you try to ask them again to move their damn vehicle. The professor who uncharitably graded your assignment a low pass because he didn’t like your attitude is now under review and has lost his tenure. (Forgive and ████).

It all comes to a head when you’re passing by one of your neighbours as they move their stuff out of the apartment. There’s an eviction notice pinned to their door. It’s not much of a loss - after all, they were the ones who’d keep your mail long past the point of helpfulness. They snark at you as you pass, making a comment about your somewhat smug air, warning you’ll be next.

You don’t even get the chance to respond before there’s a yell from above, and something is falling and - wow. Who knew a falling flower pot could draw so much blood. That’s definitely going to be a pain to get out of your light shirt. It’s with this annoyance that you ring the emergency services to come and save your unconscious (ex)neighbour from bleeding out. (████ ██ ████)

From that moment on, you’re definitely more aware of the karmic coincidences, for lack of a better term. While you avoid provoking people outright, there is a small part of you that revels in satisfaction when those that inconvenience you are inconvenienced themselves. The severity of these coincidences seems to scale to the impact the other person’s actions have on you. If you take advantage of this sometimes, well. Who could prove any of it?

(Retaliate. Remember.)

Asmodeus (Lust - an intense longing; unbridled sexual or amorous desire)

Sure, you have social media. You’re no luddite, and it was your one tether to the human world while you were stuck in Devildom. You quickly learnt that human memes and demon memes were very much not the same (except for a few bizarre crossovers. Both seem to be obsessed with Orbs).

You never really had a huge following though. You had maybe a couple hundred followers across twitter and instagram, averaging maybe 20 likes and similar interactions per post. That is, until recently.

Seemingly overnight, your follower account on all platforms (including your anonymous tumblr account) has skyrocketed. There’s even a notification in your emails from twitter about verification. Just…. What?

You open your accounts to see if maybe it was a specific mention or throwaway meme that somehow caught the attention of the internet at large. Your latest post was a cute pic taken by Asmo during your final week in Devildom. It’s you from behind, gazing out at the twinkling lake by Dia’s castle. It was posted a few days ago, though - and yet the like counter just keeps ticking up and up. The comments on instagram are nonsensical - lots of hearts and starry eyes and a few more suggestive strings of emoji. Your phone continuously buzzes with notifications, and it’s starting to get overwhelming - so you turn on do-not-disturb.

As a bit of an experiment, you decide to post a quick snap of your bewildered face, captioned “so… did y’all mean to follow me or is this some kind of prank?” - no tags, no emoji.

The effect is pretty much instantaneous. Immediately the notification counters tick up and up and up. There’s a few flattering comments (and a few not-so-flattering ones), and just as many hearts as your previous post. One comment, from an account you don’t know, stands out to you: “Imagine being *this* attractive but also so humble it hurts. Your fave could never.”

Over the next few weeks you continue to post - from selfies to scenic shots to random shower ideas to your thoughts about Succession and why you think cousin Greg is endgame. No matter what you post, it always seems to be a hit. Even that incomprehensible keysmash you accidentally posted to twitter as you fell asleep. There’s even Buzzfeed listicles (“27 times MC stole our hearts with a smile”). Asking your followers doesn’t help either - it seems like overnight you have lodged yourself in the public consciousness as a desirable figure. They all clamor to get your acknowledgement, and you quickly find even the simple act of liking someone else’s post can be cause enough for others to become jealous.

It’s flattering. Really. It's doing wonders for your self-image, getting all these compliments on your photos and selfies. You definitely find yourself starting a few trends here and there, and hey, you're just doing your job to make the world that much more aesthetically desirable.

(Out of your thousands of followers, only one stands out to you. The first to like every post, to comment “YESSSSSS MY LOVE!!”: Asm♥deus.)

Beelzebub (Gluttony - to overindulge and over-consume to the point of wastefulness)

You were pleasantly surprised to find your pantry fully stocked upon your return to the human world. You were expecting to have to clean out the stuff that had inevitably staled in your year away, and restock from scratch. Except, no, you don’t have to because absolutely everything you could ever want is currently filling your kitchen to the point of overflowing. Everything from fine, artisanal products to cheap junk food. It keeps you fed for so long that you find yourself having to chuck out a few fruits, vegetables, and breads that have gone off because you didn’t eat them in time.

You keep expecting to have to go out and replenish the supplies for yourself, but no, the pantry is ever-full. Fresh produce seems to appear out of nowhere, and you never find yourself short of an ingredient when it comes time to start cooking. There’s always just slightly too much - your garbage is often full with uneaten food-waste.

This inexplicable phenomenon continues, and impossibly escalates. There’s random food deliveries during the week on the nights you’re too tired to cook for yourself. Your cravings are instantly satisfied by the appearance of precisely what you were longing for. You think maybe it’s some kind of magic - it’s not out of the question, especially with your powerful friends and lovers. You try not to think about the cost - monetary, or otherwise…

As you’re walking past your favorite bakery, you hear a woman complain that they never seem to have their famous macarons anymore. You overhear the server apologize, and try to explain that the lot are often bought right out of the oven. With a jolt, you realize that those very same macarons are the ones that are stacked up beside your fridge, way more than you could possibly want or eat.

With a guilty jolt, you realize that it hasn’t occurred to you until this point that you could just give away some of the food. There’s no reason for it to sit in your kitchen until it goes off - there’s plenty of people who could appreciate it, after all. And yet…

You don’t approach the woman, or offer any of the macarons. You continue to hoard your food until it goes off. You appreciate the rich, tasty ingredients, and especially enjoy doing things like chucking A-grade marbled steaks haphazardly into the pan for a quick sear, none of the careful preparation it would normally merit.

This is your food. And no one can tell you how to manage it. Nor should they

Belphegor (Sloth - the forgoing of responsibility, to be disinclined towards effort or exertion)

A soft, warm hand cups your face, while another plays with the ends of your hair. Breath, not your own, fans over your lips as he leans in close. “Stay with me, my human.” You crack open your eyes, and for a brief moment, you get a glimpse of a soft, sleepy smile before you feel yourself falling through nothing and you - wake up.

Though you’re not the type to really remember your dreams, you know that they’ve been especially sweet since returning. The fragments that you do remember feel warmer, safer, and more loving than anything you’ve felt while in the human world.

You were already a bit of a homebody before your trip, leaving social engagements early to go home and rest, but now you don’t even bother going out. Not while sleep is calling to you so sweetly.

You find yourself sleeping through your alarms more and more often. Not even the brightest, sunniest day - the type you missed while down in Devildom - could stir within you the interest or energy to be active, to enjoy the fresh air.

None of this matters. In your dreams, you’re with them, with him. The longer you sleep, the more you remember.

Your breath is slow and deep, and you nestle your head into the warm, living pillow. His hands ghost over your sides and you hear him hum in contentment. You try to lean into his touch, to feel him. “Lucifer told me that I need to stop doing this,” he says, and you shudder. That’s not right - you don’t want him to stop. You don’t want to lose him. You feel his smile against your forehead. “He says you need more than just sleep. That you’re wasting away.” You try to tell him that Lucifer is wrong, you’re fine, you just need more sleep. But even now, in this place of dreams, the energy doesn’t come to you. All you’re able to do is sink into him even more. “That wouldn’t be so bad, though. You’ll become mine forever. No one could make you leave.”

You wake after that dream feeling like you haven’t slept at all. There’s a tiredness in your very being, and all you want to do is roll over on your pillow and return to him. What job, what, school, what hobbies? Nothing interests you anymore. You miss him, you miss them so damn much.

Nonetheless, through some strength that you’re not even sure is your own, you pull yourself out of bed and into the shower.The hot water and the softly scented soaps that remind you of Asmo rejuvenate you and you begin your day with a breakfast that would make even Beel feel full.

The next night, you go to sleep, and you do not dream. Nor the next.

It’s months before you close your eyes and you feel his touch. In that time you’ve been beset by kleptomaniac crows, have become somewhat of an internet personality, and have chucked out more stale loaves of bread than you could ever know what to do with.

“You need some time off. Both of us do. Come on, we can sleep like this, together…”

Lucifer (Pride - to put yourself before and above others)

It takes you longer than you’d ever be willing to admit that the reason why all these strange occurrences are happening is because either consciously or subconsciously, there are seven extremely powerful entities who are missing you.

You try to distract yourself from that thought by focusing more intently on your studies. A passage is circled in one of the textbooks you pick up from the library, unwilling to pay full price for an elective subject’s resource. Religious Studies, because if nothing else it’ll be a bit of a laugh. “From pride, all other sins flourish. It is the father of all sins.”

It hits you all at once.

The hoarding of gems and wealth and your reluctance to part with it. The coveting of your favourite place, and the desire to keep it all to yourself. The satisfaction of your enemies those that annoy you facing retribution. Reveling in the admiration of strangers. The inclination to over-indulge and the refusal to share. The assumption that outside of yourself, nothing else matters, not a single one of your responsibilities. These all are in response to the world bending to the whims of your loves, but your own feelings, your attitude stems from your Pride. After all, who else can claim they hold the loyalty of angels, demons, and immortals? Who else bears the love and affection of all the Avatars of Sin?

(How very prideful of you to assume that you could live unchanged after that year, to return to a life that doesn’t really feel like yours to begin with)

The best thing, the worst thing is that you’re so comfortable with this type of thinking. Even now you realize that hey, this is probably Lucifer talking, you wouldn’t give any of it up. It’s comforting. It reminds you of them. It makes you feel loved.

(When you return to Devildom, you never quite work up the courage to ask the brothers whether any of it was deliberate or not. Lucifer does mention in a quiet moment that they were all a mess, even him, without your presence. They were missing something, someone. “It was sub-optimal, of course,” he says, “which is something we should rectify so that it doesn’t happen a second time.” “I thought both heaven and hell have rules against humans living here on a more permanent basis?” “I’ve been to war against heaven for the sake of the ones I love. Between myself and my brothers, neither heaven nor hell could stand against us should I have to go to war again.”)

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You're Mine

A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.

It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.

A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.

As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.

Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!

Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!

Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.

"MC?"

Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.

The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.

His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.

He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.

That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.

It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.

You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.

And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.

“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”

“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”

Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.

Might as well get rid of the pest now.

“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”

“OW!”

You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”

He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.

Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.

You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.

“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”

“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”

The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.

That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.

He had finally gotten you all to himself.

Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.

And inspiration did you give.

“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”

The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.

“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”

His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--

Only to see that you were gone.

Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.

There you were...talking with someone else.

“Mammon?”

He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.

“Are you taking a break?”

Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.

“MC, who is this?”

“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”

“Well we used to sit together...”

“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”

It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.

This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.

“MC.”

“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”

“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”

The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?

“MC…”

“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”

“A match made in hell, I would say.”

Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?

“MC….”

“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”

“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”

A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.

“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”

You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.

“And you had to bite me because of that!?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”

He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.

The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.

Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.

"Did you see the finale of it live?"

"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"

Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.

Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!

Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.

He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.

Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?

“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”

Nobody cared.

“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”

Stop talking!

“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!

Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--

No.

No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!

Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!

People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.

His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.

You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.

That’s what he said but…

Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.

“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”

Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.

“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”

You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.

Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…

Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.

“MC, here.”

Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.

“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”

You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.

This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.

The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.

Which made Satan break another pencil.

From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.

He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.

But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.

If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.

The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.

They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.

A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.

Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.

Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.

Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.

“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”

“....really?”

“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”

You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--

Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.

“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”

The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”

Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.

“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”

The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.

“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”

Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.

“MC! Try this!”

Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!

Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?

Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.

This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.

So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!

Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.

“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”

The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.

“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”

This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.

“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”

Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.

“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”

Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.

“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”

The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.

“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”

“No it looks perfect on you! But--”

He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”

Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.

Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.

His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--

But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”

“OW OW OW!”

Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?

He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.

“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”

If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.

“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”

Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.

Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.

He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.

Yet this one seemed rather...eager.

“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”

His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.

Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.

Nothing.

He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.

MC, pay attention to him!

This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!

He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!

People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.

Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.

Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?

They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--

“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”

Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.

So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?

“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”

You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.

“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”

“Beel…”

Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.

“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.

“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”

And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.

“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”

The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.

“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”

He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.

So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

“I know you have seven pacts already…”

Damn straight.

“But would an eight be too much for you?”

That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?

You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.

So go ahead, reject him.

“A pact? With me?”

What were you doing?

Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.

Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.

“I know I’m not like those brothers--”

Damn straight.

“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”

He wants to gag.

A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.

And you were to blame too, you know?

You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?

As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.

He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!

Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.

“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--

“I’ll-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!”

Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.

“I was in the middle of a call!”

“I know.”

“Then what was that about!?”

The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”

You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.

“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”

He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.

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Most of the time, MC views their friends and lovers as normal civilians, just people trying to get by. But, of course, there are times where they can't help but remember that they're the elites of the elites.

Lucifer's red eyes are glowing through the shadow casted by the dark alley where a low-level demon thought it would be nice to stand in his path, "Huh?" He mumbled to himself then scoffed "Huh." they sounded the same to you, but the way he looked down at the demon, it surely is different treatment from how he is to you.

It's insane how much Mammon treats other people. Sure, you've come with him to play in the casino before, but this is your first time entering a... Private room. And surely, this is your first time seeing someone, Mammon, go crazy while playing Russian roulette. His beautiful laugh boomed inside the room as his opponent is about to pull the trigger, the suicide shot. "Haaah, shit! This is the type of shit I live for!" He laughed as he nuzzled on your neck while waiting for his opponents brain to scatter on the wall.

You thought Leviathan is just an extreme case of introvertness, but obviously—it's not just that. "Yeah, yeah..." He mumbled, bored, as countless nobles came to greet the head of the navy. But there was this one interesting occurance, a noble that held his hand. Sure his composure was commendable but as soon as the noble turned its back, his hand covered his mouth and you saw a glimpse of him stick his tongue out as if vomiting. Your eyes widened. Soon, maids started hurrying to his side, changing his gloves and spraying his hands with alcohol. "Opportunistic pigs... I hate greed demons." You heard him whisper, obviously not intending for you to hear.

Satan was the type to stay calm and often as a gentleman, maybe to you only. During one meeting between some nobles though, he looked particularly mad. "You sure have a lot to say." He suddenly gave off a threatening smile as he fix his position on the seat, then all of a sudden—splat. That disgusting sound rang on your ears as the head of the noble was blown away and then you saw a familiar tail coming from under the table that pierced the nobles head strong enough for it to blow away.

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