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JUST WHAT ARE THESE VOICELINES?!!! WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?! SOLOMON WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!!!
8. Curse
CW: GN!MC, Shady Solomon, grief
King Solomon, Solomon the Wise, Solomon the Witty Sorcerer was well known and influential, yes. But Solomon never claimed to be a good person.
Solomon the Seven-Hundred-Wives-And-Three-Hundred-Concubines.
Solomon the Cut-the-baby-In-Half.
Solomon the Tricked-72-Demons-Into-Doing-His-Bidding.
Solomon the Murderer.
Solomon the Immortal.
Some humans devote the entirety of their short lives to accomplish what Solomon had accomplished, but none had ever succeeded. And if Solomon did one thing right in his long existence, it would be to ensure no one ever would again. Immortality, he eventually concluded in his wisdom, was nothing but a curse.
He had suffered the death of his wives, his own children, his children’s children, generations of whatever descendants he was aware of. He had witnessed the rise and fall of empires. The creation, evolution, and demise of entire languages. The burning of the Library of Alexandria. The Great Plague. Countless wars. Multiple Genocides.
But still, he endured; and for the sake of humanity, he would bear it for all his immortal days as humanity’s protector.
But now, there’s also you - humanity's newest defender. No one, none of his past lovers, friends, demons, or students have known him like you do. No one has made him feel so seen. He loves you more than he has ever loved anything. So when he starts to notice the crinkles around your eyes, more gray hairs, the creaks in your knees, he internally panics. He has to prepare himself to lose you eventually. It is inevitable. He has no choice.
“Solomon…” You sob softly into his cloak one late night as the two of you sit close together on his study sofa. The book you’re currently studying rests over both of your laps, and the section on historical attempts at immortality lying open, now dotted with tears. The methods are useless, of course, and the displayed concoction would grant nothing more than a stomach ache; but Solomon still liked to teach the history of magic. To know where one is going, one must understand what came before. “Promise me you’ll take care of everyone when I’m gone. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”
Solomon’s blood runs cold. 3000 years Solomon had spent protecting humanity. 3000 years he had foiled anyone who had even come close to discovering the secret of immortality. He would answer to all that asked that he had done it on accident, that he doesn’t remember how he achieved it, but of course he does. He’s the most powerful sorcerer of all time, at least until you inevitably surpass him. But he keeps his secret locked away, determined never to share his curse with anyone.
But as he looks at you, grieving and afraid of what is destined to come, he realizes he fears it at least as much as you do. But it didn’t have to happen, did it? He looks back down at the tear stained page on immortality, and a wave of selfishness overwhelms him in an instant.
Solomon never claimed to be a good person.
Tail Bone (Obey Me! brothers and MC)
"My tail bone hurts," you complained. You never expected demons to be well-mannered beings, able to behave themselves in a silent classroom for hours on end. Nor that sitting for so long could be so painful. You let out an exasperated sigh and began to tenderly massage your lower back as soon as the lecture on nocturnal beasts was over.
"Your what?" Leviathan had been booting up a mobile game behind you, eager to claim his daily bonus. While the loading screen played out, he looked up at you in confusion.
Standing to stretch, you nodded towards the hand swirling around your waistband. "Right here, my tail bone. I'm gonna ask Diavolo if he can get softer chairs for the classrooms. You're not in any pain?"
In front of you, Beelzebub nodded. "My stomach hurts. I'm so hungry, I can hardly think straight." He began rooting around in his bag for an emergency candy bar or five.
Mammon interjected from the side, stating "you don't have a tail," with a look of bewilderment. He was staring intensely at your rear and questioning everything he's ever known about you.
"We'd know if you did," Satan added.
"It's not an actual tail. Just... the name of the bone." Your attempt at an explanation wasn't very informative, but you didn't know how else to describe it. Your brain was fried from a long, boring lecture. You were more focused on getting the circulation in your legs working again than on explaning proper human anatomy.
Asmodeus had crept over, clearly noticed by everyone except you, and put his hands over the afflicted area. "Right about here?" he asked, voice coated in faux innocence.
You jumped forward a step in surprise, arching your back away from the sudden touch. Mammon and Leviathan, mobile game now forgotten, pounced on their younger brother. They pulled him away by the shoulders and forced his arms behind his back.
"Ahaha! Did I guess right?"
"That is a serious violation of PDA!" Leviathan half-shouted.
"Yeah, only I'm allowed to touch 'em like that! You all know I'm s'posed to be in charge of the human." Mammon thrust himself in front of Asmodeus, who was busy laughing in Leviathan's face. He opened and closed his hands in a disturbing manner, like a pervert. "Here, let me see this tail for myself."
"I don't think it's an actual tail," Satan surmised at the same time you exclaimed, "I don't have a tail!"
"Settle down," Lucifer cautioned. He approached from the front of the class with an armful of teaching materials, having been the one to lecture everybody all day. In a way, it was his fault you were in pain.
"Would somebody care to explain why you're all being so rowdy?"
"They hurt their new tail," Belphegor tried to explain in a low, drowsy voice. Having been half asleep, he only caught half of the conversation and let his imagination fill in the rest. He tried to lift his head, but the lecture had been too powerful. He rambled, "It's cool. I'm glad you have a tail now," and went right back to snoozing.
Lucifer wasn't entirely convinced of this explanation. He raised an eyebrow at you, and you recapped, "sitting for so long was kind of painful. I hurt my tail bone."
Beelzebub, with a smidge of chocolate on the corner of his face, turned around to ask the question surfacing on everyone's mind. "Do you have wing bones too? Like we do."
Though not in demon form, you could perfectly picture Beelzebub buzzing his wings while he asked. The answer was a simple "no." Followed by a moment of thinking and a hastily added, "I don't think so."
Mammon tisked. "That's unfair, don't ya think? You oughta have wing bones to match us."
Asmodeus "mhmm"-ed in agreement while Lucifer rolled his eyes.
"It's unfair that I don't have wing bones...?" You struggled to follow his logic.
"It's incredibly fair," Leviathan piped up. "Everyone knows tails are better."
"You wanna say that again to my face?" Mammon spat.
"More of you have wings, so it's more balanced to have another tail-user in the house." Satan believed this was a perfectly rational argument despite you not actually having a tail.
"But imagine how cute they'd look with little flapping wings!" Asmodeus cooed, flapping his hands to match.
"A little tail is even cuter! It can be hidden, like an Easter egg," Leviathan asserted.
The classroom became noisy once again with their bickering. Lucifer motioned for you to step aside, and you did your best to duck out from the growing argument with your head kept low. Your legs still felt stiff. Walking around the desk without bumping anything was a newfound challenge.
So Lucifer reached out a gentlemanly hand to guide you. "I need you to come with me to the Student Council Room." Though stated like a command, it sounded more like a request.
"Am I needed for a meeting?" you asked, reluctant to spend more time at school. The big soft couch at home was calling you.
He started ushering you towards the door and checked to ensure his brothers did not follow. "No. I'd like to educate myself on this tail bone you have, and perhaps even take a look at it."
just imagine that You/MC and the Person you choose are the only people in the Devildom for the Day. All the others vanished because of some Magic fuck up
redoing old keychain designs i made in 2022 with my new om designs <3
Solomon Mukbang
Super random thought
Lol, I know it's super random, don't ask me why I'm asking
Didn't add the others (Mephistopheles Thirteen and Raphael) because there was no more space left, you can comment them though!
Reference photos for who doesn't know what I'm talking about
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I've been thinking about him lately 🥹
𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓜𝔂 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓞𝓾𝓽
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ᴀɴ ᴏʙᴇʏ ᴍᴇ! ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ.
✮ Category: All angst with some comfort. ✮ Characters Featured: Solomon. ✮ Reader: Gender-neutral. ✮ Potential TWs: Mentions of death, Solomon and reader sit in the shower together while nude (no explicit descriptions), questioning of purpose.
SUMMARY: Solomon is overjoyed whenever you wake up from your slumber. Unfortunately, the entire ordeal left him feeling guilty...
✮ IMPORTANT: contains spoilers for Obey Me! Nightbringer lessons 12-13.
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Naturally, whenever you awoke from your curse-induced sleep, Solomon was overjoyed. Everyone was. Who wouldn't be? They were all buzzing with worry while you were out cold.
But Solomon was especially. After all, he and Satan had taken it upon themselves to try and magically conjure a cure for your slumbering ailment.
He could hardly wait to get you through the door of your shared abode before embracing you. And though his arms were firm, and his words tender, his hands shook upon your shoulder blades. You could hardly fathom how he must have felt while you were incapacitated.
Truthfully, did you want to know?
He tried to shake it off with a light, fumbling grin. "...It's funny, you know? My hands are shaking, even though I know you're safe now."
But you're not convinced. Not in the slightest. You step back, slipping your hands into his. You tilt your head, eyes tender. "You're trembling, Sol."
He blinks. You feel a strange rigidness pass through his body, as though trying to force himself into being still and calm. Really, it only serves to make things worse.
"Solomon," you coo slowly, "it's alright. I'm here. C'mon, we should both go relax. I'll start a shower, yeah?"
His hands tight around yours, then slackens, as though realizing that your proposal poses no danger of taking you away again.
"Alright," he concedes. "That sounds lovely."
Yet, when you and Solomon sit together on the floor of the shower, everything seems more tangible. He can see the slickness of your delicate, mortal skin, sticky with mugginess from the hot water that falls over you both. He can see the faint ridges of your vertebrae. He can see the discolored scars that creep up your limbs and dapple your otherwise healthy complexion.
Oh, he realizes how precious you are.
He stops as he washes suds out of your hair. You can feel the gentle tremor of his digits against your scalp again. Beneath the steady stream of the shower head, you can hear a shaky breath being taken.
His face falls onto your shoulder, the familiar ridge of his nose pressing into the gentle slope between your shoulder and collarbone. You comb your fingers through his sopping alabaster strands, allowing yourself to recline against him. For a moment, amidst the conglomeration of hot water and steam and comfort, you don’t notice what is occurring.
But you soon recognize the rhythmic shutters of his chest, and the half-choke exhales against your shoulder. Solomon is crying. No. Sobbing.
His arms curl around your midsection and he cradles you close. His grip is a little stifling, but you can’t find it within you to care.
“I’m sorry I let that happen. I should’ve — it was my duty to protect you. As your mentor.” He huffs. His breath is heavy.
You curl your fingers beneath his chin, feeling the familiar angle. Water leaks from his cheeks onto your fingers. “It’s not your fault. I made the choice. I paid the price.” You murmur, blinking away the droplets that accumulated on the top row of your eyelashes.
There’s a heavy silence as he holds you. He needs to remind himself that you’re awake. That you’re really conscious and talking to him. Humoring him.
“I’ve seen a lot of humans die over my lifespan.” He mutters against your neck. Somewhere along the way, you must’ve reached back and turned off the shower. His voice echoes of the spacious walls. “Family. Friends. Lovers. Enemies. But —“ he hiccups, and you feel his nails press into your sides, “But despite that, when you were asleep… I think that was the most frightened I’ve been in a long time. The mere idea that you may never wake up again…”
You let him talk. Your brows are pinched in a severe manner, taut with empathy. But you know better than to interrupt at a time like this. It's a fragile moment.
“The idea that I may never see your smile again, or hear your laughter, or even hold your hand again simply because you’d spend the rest of your mortal life asleep… it ate me alive. It made me rethink the whole immortality thing, believe it or not.” He chuckles bitterly. “I mean, what’s the point of living in a world without you in it? That’s what I kept asking myself.”
You do squirm at that. You twist in his arms so that you’re chest-to-chest. His eyes, usually so cunning, meet yours with a meek crinkle. They’re still slightly watery.
You cup his face fiercely.
“Solomon, whether I’m alive or not should never dictate if your existence means anything. The candle of my life may burn out eventually, but the candle of yours will remain forever. When that day comes — when the wick of my candle is dry and useless — your flame can live on in my honor. You can do everything I wish I had done and more.”
You pin him with your gaze, thumbs grazing the apples of his cheeks. His skin is damp beneath your palms. His eyes flick over your face.
“I think you’re overestimating —“ He begins.
“No! Promise me.” You huff, nearing him so that your noses are almost brushing, “promise me that you’ll keep going. No matter what.”
He stares at you long and hard. You with all your beautiful mortality and stubborn vitality. You with a fierce drive and an even fiercer heart. It really is a precious thing.
He brushes a damp strand of hair behind your ear. He inclines forward so that his forehead rests against yours.
“I promise.”
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Hello loves!! This was typed... like, 75% on mobile, so I apologize for potential odd formatting or grammatical errors. This was not proofread either AHHH
Just suddenly got a burst of energy to write at midnight so here we are!
I hope you enjoyed <33 I know it's a bit short, and I'm a little worried about the quality... but oh well! I was overdue for a post anyhow.
Remember that my inbox is always open for requests and asks! Take care dolls <333
Help me, I love Solomon so much that I can't stop drawing him every single day.
Silly doodle
Rare Moment: Lucifer Laughing
We don't really see him do that often. He just usually smirks.
ART BY @nevvn !!
"Get your hand off my wallet."
Helloo! First of all, i LOVEEE your art!! 💙 (Seeing it on my dash makes me so happy hehe) For the doodle requests, can i ask for solomon in qifrey's outfit? I just think he'd look good on it jsbhsbhs 🫶
Hi Ven!
Thanks for your support! Seeing your reblogs always put a smile on my face ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
Anyways as for the request!
(i audibly giggled, maybe because I already had the idea in mind)
Here you go! Solomon in Qifrey clothes (they are the same person I swear)
Draw Solomon holding a mini mc?
Very rushed and lazy doodle but I still like it
SOLOMON!!!!!! (one of) my favourite white haired magician(s)! 🪄✨
Good afternoon Solomon enjoyers 😏💖 Solomon haters… die I guess 😒
Hii! I was wondering if you could doodle Solomon? Maybe with some kind of cauldron and teaching to Mc lamb? In your style it would look really cute!
That's all, have a great day and I love your Doodles! :))
Thanks for the requests!
One Solomon with sheep MC on the way!
Hope you like it (◕ᴗ◕✿)
really procrastinated on posting this and the event’s over so..