Nicknames I Give To The Brothers + Side Characters

Nicknames I give to the brothers + side characters

Lucifer: Luci

Mammon: Mah man

Leviathan: Levi or if I'm feeling good, weeb

Satan: Catboy

Asmodeus: snuggle bug

Beelzebub: gordito (I'm Mexican, it's only fair)

Belphegor: emo boy

Diavolo: Princey

Barbatos: Mr. Butlertron

Simeon: sweet angel

Solomon: Sus

Luke: Luky-wookie

Obey Me Theory: Lucifer and Venus

The lovely art of iversiin over on twitter - planets and space things as hot men - got me thinking about how each of the planets, along with the sun and moon, actually align pretty nicely with the demonic characters in Obey Me.

[disclaimer: I am writing from a historical and storytelling point of view, please don’t send me more verses from holy books, I beseech you 🙃)

The most well known connection is Lucifer, the Morning Star himself, and Venus. The planet is one of the brightest objects in the sky, and because of its seemingly erratic movments (it appears to disappear for days then returns visible at the opposite end of the day), it was oft thought to be two distinct stars - Phosphorus (light-bringer), the morning star, and Hesperus (of evening, western), the evening star, as the Ancient Greeks put it.

However, many cultures, including the Greeks, realised it was one body, not two. Nonetheless, the two names stuck in the Roman world, translated to Lucifer and Vesper with the same definitions as before - the morning and evening stars.

As with the Greeks, the Romans assign both these entities places in their mythology, but more importantly we can see where the word “lucifer” came to be used in translations of the Hebrew word הֵילֵל (helel) which meant not an angel, but Venus the planet, a Babylonian king, and the great Jeezy himself. (Modern translations replace “lucifer” with “morning star” or similar.)

And so it is that the Roman goddess Venus is less aligned with her namesake planet than is Phosphorus, Hesperus, Vesper, and, of course, Lucifer.

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Inanna: Commander of Heaven and A Fall From Pride

Where it gets especially interesting is in the other ancient cultures, where the planet was always known as being of one entity, not two, and thus the disappearance into darkness (those days where Venus travels beyond the west horizon, only to return days later at the east) is baked into the mythology.

A morning star then, that falls into darkness, into the underworld, only to rise again triumphant. This is the story of Inanna (4000 BC onwards), the ancient Mesopotamian goddess associated with love, beauty, sex, war, justice and political power, a goddess whose earlier stories wind around a tree, a serpent, and Lilitu, a suggested foreruner of Lilith.

Inanna was later worshipped as Ishtar, and the name varies depending on who is doing the telling.

A later story tells of Inanna’s successful takeover of another god’s temple, and the resulting praise - in a poem titled Inanna Takes Command of Heaven 👀

Her pride is built upon further in the tale of Inanna and Ebih, in which Inanna is infuriated by the existence of Mount Ebih, a literal mountain of great might and beuaty. She petitions the god of the heavens, An, to allow her to destory the mountain, but An warns her not to do so. She ignores this, and destroys the mountain.

In more modern times, this has been likened to Eve rejecting the rules of the Garden of Eden, of following her will to listen to the serpent over the command from above. Except in the case of Inanna, she razed the entire mountain on her own terms, meaning the true equivalent would have been if Eve had set fire to the entirety of Eden then backflipped out of there flipping some birds.

Because you did not bring (your) nose close to the ground,

Because you did not press (your) lips in the dust.

Inanna’s words of pride and rage bring to mind the idea now fixed within popular culture, that Lucifer/Satan refused to bow down to Adam, insisting the human should bow to him.

Finally we come to her greatest story, Inanna’s Descent into the Underworld. The world of the dead here (named Kur) was ruled by her sister, Ereshkigal, the goddess of Kur and in later times she was joined by her husband Nergal. In a move utterly unsurprising to any women historians, later still Ereshkigal was erased entirely and her husband attributed all her triumphs 😒 He isn’t relevant here!

Inanna decides, in her pride, that her domain should extend to the underworld that her sister reigns over. Wearing various magical items that boost her power, she is gradually taken through the seven gates of Kur (oh hey, that’s the number of sins and sinful circles of hell…), but only if she removes one item for every gate.

Finally she arrives, naked, powerless, but still immensely prideful. She sits upon her sisters throne and is struck dead after seven judges (👀) of the underworld decide her sentence for such disrespect. She is later rescued after three days and three nights (👀), where she is returned to life with the help of Ereshkigal and rises again.

Venus descends into hell in pride, and yet is restored to rise again.

(Click for more, including Lucifer’s battle stage bearing Inanna’s symbol… 👀)

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“Am I the only one with a significant other that plays the game while still doting over Lucifer and Diavolo? Is it just me?”

Cruel Summer

Pairing: Diavolo x Female!MC

Contains: Smut, angst

Songfic (Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift)

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You are sure you could recognize him alone by the sound of crushed leaves under his steps. You’d know his presence by your own beating heart. What started as lighthearted flirtation is now a habit of late-night meetings in the gardens, relying on a cape to keep your identity safe as you wait in the dark. Under the heavy fabric of the velvet cloak and your many layers of clothing, the hot Devildom air sticks to your skin like melted candy, sweat dripping as you wait in the Summer night. “My lord?” you call out in the blackness. It’s been more than a quarter of an hour since your agreed time. You feel his breath on your nape and his hands on your waist before his voice reaches your ears. “Yes?” Diavolo presses his body against your back and kisses your exposed shoulder. “What kept you so long? I’ve been waiting for you, my lord.” you ask, and he chuckles. “You know I have duties to attend. Did you miss me that much?” The demon brushes your hair to the side as to press kisses to your neck, lavishing you in attention now that he has got you alone. The truth is that you did miss him - you’re always missing him -, but you can’t help but feel troubled. He’s got duties, and you know it, they come first. You’ve heard that excuse a thousand times since the begging of your affair, to the point of feeling old. “Turn around, will you?” he asks, and you do. Of course, you do. “Meet me in the garden,” he asks, and you do. “Keep it a secret” he asks, and you do. “Suffer in silence” is all you hear coming from his mouth, and you do. Of course, you do. There’s not a thing in this world he could ask that you wouldn’t at least try. His hands explore your body, and his lips attack yours, the fair façade long forgotten and substituted by hungry eyes. Eager, Diavolo backs you against a tree and begins to lift your skirt. You don’t even gasp, letting him have his way; you know this script like the back of your hand. It starts gentle, as he is a gentle demon, but soon he becomes impatient, as he is a spoiled demon. “My lord!” you cry as he begins to toy with your sex. Diavolo groans and speeds his ministrations - he’s rushing. Impatient, greedy, egotistical demon… Demon Prince. It’s never too long before you remember his title. One finger is inserted inside you, and he soon adds a second. You are trying so hard to get lost in the moment, to appreciate the little time you have together, but you can’t help but feel sorry that this is all that you’ll ever be. You can’t help but want more. He kisses you again, and you taste Demonus and deception. Duties, he said. What kind of duties does a demon have that includes alcohol consumption? You kiss him back with so much enthusiasm it’s as if you were trying to get drunk on whatever was left on his tongue. It’s all you can do to quiet your head. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, the rhythm feverish and rough, the heel of his hand brushing against your clit. Relief is a bittersweet sensation that you keep chasing, griding on his digits, but it never comes. You open your eyes - you don’t even realize you had closed them -, staring now into big golden orbs that don’t bother staring back. Diavolo is too busy with undoing his belt to do so. He’d sooner bring you down from your heights than to delay his own pleasure any longer. He frees his member with a swift movement, his erection standing proudly in front of you. It is just a moment before he has your legs wrapped around him as he positions himself along with your entrance. You close your eyes, anticipating the pain of the stretch that soon comes as he penetrates you all at once. You yell his name, seeing stars, you have no idea if from the pain or the pleasure. Either way, the demon takes it as an encouragement to start moving, establishing a fast pace. You search for Diavolo’s mouth in an attempt to muffle your cries, but he is too focused on lapping and nipping at your neck to grant you your wish. Selfish, selfish prince. As an act of revenge, you bite down on his shoulder. His surprised yelp falls on deaf ears, as you’re convinced he deserves the pain and more. Did it not hurt him that you could only ever meet in the night? That sex and stolen glances were all you had of each other? The lies, did they bother him? “I- I want more!” you ask between hitched breaths. He mistakes your request for whining, want for speed, and begins to pound into you faster. Diavolo is far larger than any human man, and it hurts so good. Your mind wanders to how full you feel with him inside of you, how empty you feel too. Bittersweet, bittersweet release. Tears start to prickle your eyes. The prince’s pace is suddenly hectic. He stutters, and you know by his facial expressions that he is close. So are you. “Deeper” you ask, hoping that he allows you to cum before he does. You know he won’t bother with yours after he gets his. “Diavolo!” you cry as the heat in your lower stomach begins to snap. You hear his groans as his hips jerk for the last time, and he empties himself buried inside of you. The arms that carried you finally let go and you hold on to his shoulders as to not fall. The tears that stung your eyes begin to stain your cheeks. You want to stop crying, you don’t want him to notice, but the chances don’t seem good. “What is it? Was it- Was it not good for you? Did I hurt you?” Yes, he did. But not the way he’s asking. You can’t take it anymore, you realize. Looking up at the man, you know it now. This crushing sensation in your chest, this discontent, grows by the second. You wipe away the tears you can’t stop from coming. “This is our last time.” you say, much more resolved than how you’re actually feeling. “I can’t do it anymore.” “I don’t understand.” It’s obvious that he doesn’t. Diavolo stares at you with a big question mark, dick still out. “I know that humans are fragile, but you never seemed to have a problem taking me before- have you been hurting all this time?” The answer is yes. But again, not in the way he’s asking. “I’ve- yes. I’ve been. And you don’t even spare enough seconds thinking about me to realize, my lord, that you make me suffer so. I can’t take it anymore.” At this his brows furrow. “That’s not true, I do think of you! With an embarrassing frequency!” You shake your head. No. “Not in the way that I do. I love you.” you whine. He doesn’t seem to get it, asking you to repeat it. You remain silent. “Come on, MC, if our agreement is being of any damage to you, I want to know.” This is too much. He offers you a hand so you can stand properly, but you slap it away. “You don’t understand! I love you! I love you, Diavolo!” Diavolo stares at you, deep in your eyes. It feels like the first time in a while. His mouth is open, you think him horrified. Well, too late to back down. “I love you, for whatever it’s worth. Isn’t it the worst thing you ever heard?”

hiii! i hope you’re having an amazing day! 💕 i’ve been reading your works for quite some time and i just love your work so much 🥺🥺

can i get some headcannons for the 7 demon brothers with an mc that says “that’s sexy” or “that’s hot” to like anything. no matter the circumstances, just “that’s hot.”

lucifer: “i’m making you do cooking duty this week.”

mc: “that’s hot.”

lucifer: ???

lMAO does this make sense??

MC says "that's sexy/hot" to anything

It's me. I'm the MC. Also, sorry that they ended up so short

Gender neutral MC

Warnings: none

Lucifer

It irritates him

Doesn't see any sense in saying that especially at the occasions you're saying it

For example he tells you that you're in cooking duty and you're like "that's hot"

Of course he takes in consideration that it might be a human thing, but he has never met one doing that

Afraid to ask you about it, because he just knows that your answer won't make any sense too

Decides to not care about it

Simply sighs whenever you say it from now on

Mammon

Confused Mammon.exe

"Why would ya say that?"

Especially in this context?

He just told you his idea for a new prank on Lucifer to get Goldie back once again

Shrugs it off

The next time you confuse him like that though you gotta explain to him why you keep saying that

Once he understands why he'll start using it too

Which irritates Lucifer more, but eh the man can't change much about it

Leviathan

"Looks I beat the boss, MC!"

"That's sexy."

"W-WHAT"

You broke him now. Happy?

Calms down once you explain to him that your sentence had no particular meaning

They still catch him off guard though

Just give him some time to remember your conversation

Will probably never get used to it

Satan

Raises an eyebrow

Honestly your response worries him a bit

"MC, are you good?"

"Yea, I'm fine. I just like to say that a lot."

"Oh okay...I guess."

You never fail to confuse him

Please say it when he tells you that he finished another book

He knows that it has no meaning, but he still blushes

Asmodeus

Says it too

Honestly what did you even expect? It's no surprise

Says it to Lucifer most of the time and then giggles at his older brother's irritates reaction

Doesn't taunt him though. He says that he's just joking

When you say "that's hot" or "that's sexy" he responds with "not as hot/sexy as me" and winks at you

Beelzebub

Thinks you're being serious at first

"Is it? Is it really sexy?"

"No, it's just something I say a lot."

Doesn't think much of it

Will laugh on some occasions though especially when he sees how it confuses the others

Before you even open your mouth he asks you "that's sexy right?"

"Yes."

He smiles when he makes you laugh by saying that

Belphegor

Will definitely laugh at it while looking at you as if you're stupid

"What the fuck, MC?"

If you think he won't pick it up then you're wrong

Mainly does it to see Lucifer's annoyed reaction

You two sometimes say it like five times in a row, but all casually

You kinda make it your thing you know? Something only you and Belphie do

Sometimes when he's particularly tired or right after you wake him up he mumbles "that's hot/sexy" which makes you giggle

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