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Bound by fate

a/n: this is my first post, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. It's only gonna be this chapter and another.

cw: potential angst, smut with a sprinkle of yandere next chapter. Fem!Reader. Angel!MC.

Part Two

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Chaos.

Death.

Destruction.

That’s all you saw once the fighting ceased. You scanned the area with tearful eyes, desperately searching for your lover. Fear gripped your heart, a vice of uncertainty about whether he was alive or dead.

With shaky legs, you finally managed to stand, carefully emerging from behind the broken wall where he had left you. You swallowed hard, forcing down the bile rising in your throat as you looked at the dead bodies of your fellow angels. Wings, once symbols of grace and divinity, now lay tattered and bloodied on the ground.

“This isn’t the time for me to crumble,” you whispered harshly to yourself. “I need to find him. I need to make sure he survived.” With newfound determination, you rushed to the one place you knew you could find him: your Father’s throne, God.

Your lungs burned as you ran as fast as you could, hoping and praying you would find him there alive. The path was scattered with debris, the remnants of a once-magnificent heaven now marred by the scars of battle. As you got closer, you caught sight of your beloved and his brothers.

Coming to a halt next to the other angels present, you gasped as you finally took in the situation. Lucifer was bleeding, his wings forgotten on the floor, and a blond creature—a demon—lay at his feet. Lilith, your best friend and practically your sister, lay dead on the floor with a spear wound in her chest, her eyes closed as if she were sleeping. All the other brothers stood tall next to Lucifer, their expressions grim and resolute.

You exhaled shakily when you saw your lover, injured but alive. His amber eyes met yours, and his gaze softened, looking at you with so much love and sadness that it almost made you weep.

Then, everything started shaking, and the floor beneath Lucifer, the blond demon, and Lilith’s body crumbled and broke, sending them down into the abyss.

“No, no, no,” you whispered, shaking your head as tears finally fell down your cheeks, watching as the ground beneath all the brothers started to break.

“LEVIATHAN!” you cried out, rushing forward with your hand extended, only to be pulled back against someone’s chest, their arms trapping you as they whispered reassurances and apologies in your ear.

You wailed as you fought against their grip, trying your hardest to go with your lover. But you weren’t strong enough to get free, and you could only watch as the floor beneath him started to crumble away.

And he fell.

You woke up with a gasp, quickly sitting up, your heart pounding as tears continued to fall. A sob escaped as you tried to compose yourself. The nightmare was a cruel reminder of the past, a wound that never healed.

You hated remembering what happened. It had been thousands of years, but the pain never went away, still lingering and haunting your dreams occasionally.

Slapping your cheeks and shaking your head, you got out of bed, willing the memories away. You needed to start your day, knowing you had an important meeting with Michael.

You slowly put on your flowy, white dress that had hints of gold woven into it. The fabric was light and ethereal, a stark contrast to the heaviness in your heart. You unfurled your snowy white wings and fluttered them gently, feeling the soft brush of feathers against your skin. Taking one last look at the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you nodded and left the room.

Beautiful white buildings and a sunny sky greeted you as you stepped outside, but you could barely appreciate the beauty around you. You were nervous; you didn’t know what the meeting was about, but you had a bad feeling.

Lost in thought, you almost toppled over when a small body tackled yours. Blinking in surprise, you looked down at the boy with blond hair and wrapped your arms around him. “Hi, Luke. I missed you.”

“MC! I missed you too,” he exclaimed happily as you cooed and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Good to see you, MC,” Simeon said, a small smile on his face, and you smiled back. His calm presence was a balm to your troubled heart. “Where are you heading?”

“I’m going to see Michael. He wanted to talk about something,” you sighed. The bad feeling you had was just getting worse and worse; it almost made you not want to go.

Simeon hummed and put his fingers against his lips, seeming to be debating something. He smiled at you warmly when he reached a conclusion. “I see. We won’t keep you then.”

He turned to the young angel. “Let’s go, Luke. We don’t want MC to be late.”

Luke pouted as he let you go, and you ruffled his hair, seeing how adorable he looked. He leaned into your touch and smiled. “Say hi to Michael for me! We’ll see you when you’re done.”

“Bye, guys.” You nodded and waved before making your way to Michael’s office.

Soon, you arrived and knocked on the door. “Michael, it’s me.” You nervously waited for a response.

“Come in.”

You opened the door and entered. Michael was sitting behind a desk, and he observed you as you approached. His stare unnerved you, taking in your features as if he were looking for something.

“This won’t take long,” he said, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “You’ll be joining Luke and Simeon as an exchange student in Devildom.”

Your heart stopped, and you were at a loss for words. You, going to Devildom? Where Leviathan lived? You still loved him, and part of you was happy, but you also knew that it had been thousands of years, and he probably wasn’t the same person anymore.

“Why me?” You blurted out, looking at him in a daze.

“You were the best candidate. You’ll adapt quickly and there shouldn’t be any issues. You’re already close to Luke and Simeon as well,” he said, seeming to choose his words carefully. “You’ll be leaving today with them. Please prepare your luggage.”

You felt numb.

“You may go.” His eyes softened. “It won’t be so bad.”

You nodded in response and made your way out. Blinking back tears, you made your way back home, knowing you needed to get ready.

You weren’t ready to face Leviathan. Or even the brothers. You had been close to them once, through your connection with Lilith.

You missed them. You missed Leviathan.

You just prayed everything would go smoothly.

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A heavy sigh echoed through the grand assembly hall, filled with demons whose expressions ranged from boredom to irritation.

Diavolo scanned their faces as they awaited the arrival of the angels. He knew that the presence of the new angel accompanying Simeon and Luke would cause a significant uproar. Michael had assured him that this angel was the best fit for the exchange program—someone who could adapt quickly and keep an open mind. Reluctantly, Diavolo had accepted this choice.

He had heard you mentioned in passing by Lucifer, who spoke of you with hidden fondness whenever he reminisced about his time in the Celestial Realm. You were the adorable angel who had been best friends with Lilith and considered another sister by Lucifer and some of the other brothers. Although Diavolo didn’t personally know you, he knew you were still cherished.

His eyes met Lucifer’s, and he saw the conflict in them. Offering a small, reassuring smile, he hoped to ease Lucifer’s unease.

Lucifer gave a small nod in thanks. In truth, he was concerned about his brothers’ reactions, especially Leviathan’s. He knew his brother was still heartbroken over your separation.

He remembered everything Leviathan had done to try to forget the pain: the rage-fueled massacres as the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, the excessive drinking, the countless encounters with succubi. Yet, none of it had worked, and in the end, Leviathan had retreated to his room, becoming a shut-in who rarely left.

Lucifer snapped out of his thoughts when a portal appeared. Barbatos emerged first and stepped to the side, followed by Simeon with Luke, and lastly, you.

A deafening silence fell over the assembly hall as you stepped out of the portal. Your heart sank when you saw all the brothers staring at you in shock.

You gulped as your eyes met Leviathan’s; his expression was unreadable as he scrutinized you, as if to make sure it was really you.

The moment broke when a booming, cheerful voice interrupted, making you look away from him. “Welcome to RAD, MC. I am Diavolo, ruler of all demons and future king of the Devildom. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

With a polite smile, you nodded. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Lord Diavolo. Michael sends his regards.”

“I’m sure you already know everyone present,” he said with a smile. “Lucifer will continue with the explanations.”

“Nice to see you again, MC,” Lucifer said, stepping forward with a small smile. “Firstly, I will explain what you need to know. Your stay period will be a year, and you will be given several tasks to complete along the way. At the end of your stay, you will write a paper about your exchange in the Devildom.”

You nodded. “Understood.”

“Now, regarding your accommodations.” Lucifer paused, seemingly searching for the right words. “You will be staying in the House of Lamentation with me and my brothers.”

Gasps erupted from the brothers, and the sound of wood breaking made you look over to see Leviathan had broken the arm of his chair with his grip.

You stiffened, looking away. Michael never mentioned this. You were supposed to stay at Purgatory Hall with Luke and Simeon, not with the brothers.

It seemed Simeon had the same thought as he stepped forward to stand next to you. “We weren’t informed about this, Lucifer. MC is an angel; she's supposed to stay in Purgatory Hall.”

“She can’t stay in a house full of demons!” Luke snapped, clutching your hand tightly.

“Yes, the plan was for her to stay at Purgatory Hall, but there isn’t enough space,” Diavolo explained. “We concluded it was acceptable for you to stay in the House of Lamentation since you already know the brothers. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

You glanced at Simeon and shivered when you saw his cold eyes despite his smile. “Then you also know why it’s not a good idea for MC to stay there.”

“Lucifer, what are you thinking? MC is an angel,” a deep growl resonated throughout the room, causing everything to still.

“It’s been decided, Levi,” Lucifer responded without looking at his brother. “She will be staying with us.”

Simeon and Luke looked ready to continue arguing, but you sighed. You didn’t like the decision anymore than they did, but you were tired of the back and forth. “Okay, I understand.”

“MC! I can share my room with you. You don’t have to stay with those demons,” Luke pleaded, his grip on your hand tightening.

“It’s okay, Luke. Lord Diavolo is right. I already know the brothers, so it’s not a big deal,” you reassured, pushing down your feelings. Later, you would take the time to process everything. Right now, you needed to stay calm.

Simeon looked into your eyes sadly. You could only smile in reassurance as best as you could.

“I’m glad you agreed,” Lucifer said. “Mammon will be your guide. If you need anything, you can ask any of us.”

You nodded.

“Mammon, go show her around.” Lucifer commanded, already walking away to stand next to Diavolo.

“Good luck, MC. I hope you enjoy your stay in the Devildom.” Diavolo smiled as he walked away, Barbatos and Lucifer beside him.

With that, you were left with the rest of the brothers and the two angels.

Simeon sighed as he turned to you. He cupped your cheek, and you leaned into the comfort of his hand. “We will be making our way to Purgatory Hall now. Please be careful,” he whispered, stroking your cheek.

“Please come visit us soon,” Luke said with a frown, showing his displeasure at the arrangement.

“Of course,” you agreed easily and watched as they made their way out.

With a sigh, you turned to the brothers and gave them your best smile while awkwardly waving. “Hi, guys. Nice to see you again.”

It was like a spell was broken as they rushed to you, hugging you from different directions.

“MC! You’re as beautiful as ever,” Asmodeus cooed, rubbing his cheek against yours with his arms wrapped around you. “I’ve missed you, darling.”

“Oi! Stop getting so close to MC! Can’t ya see she don’t like it?!” Mammon barked while yanking his younger brother off you. He turned to you with a blush on his face. “And you! You’re still so defenseless! Don’t make my job of guarding you harder!”

You giggled at his poorly hidden worry, and his blush deepened as he looked away. You turned to smile at Asmodeus. “I’ve missed you too, Asmo.”

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders as someone leaned against you.

“MC. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you,” Belphegor mumbled, nuzzling the side of your head, close to your ear.

“I did as well, Belphie.” That’s all you managed to say before Belphegor was also ripped away from you by a fuming Mammon.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Beelzebub said, patting your head. You smiled at how gentle his hand felt.

Amid the chaos, a blond man stepped forward, and you tilted your head, staring into his green eyes.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Satan, the Avatar of Wrath and the fourth eldest among the brothers.” He gave you a charming smile as you shook his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m glad I can finally put a face to the name.”

“Nice to meet you, Satan. I’m MC.” You smiled warmly back at him.

“Leviiiii, you’re not coming to say hi to our dear MC?” Asmodeus called out to the indigo-haired man, who seemed preoccupied with his phone, clenching it just a tad too tightly.

Everyone stiffened at his words, even Satan knew the story behind the now demon and angel.

“Asmo!” Mammon hissed. “Don’t provoke him.”

“Ehhh, I’m not.” Asmodeus smiled mischievously. “It just seemed rude for him to be ignoring MC’s existence, is all.”

“Asmo,” Beelzebub admonished quietly with a shake of his head.

Leviathan slowly lifted his head, his pupils slitted as he gritted his teeth. He stood up and rushed out of the assembly hall, slamming the door in the process.

Your heart dropped at his reaction. You knew things wouldn’t be the same as before; you knew he was a different person. But to act like that? Like you wronged him in some way? It broke your heart all over again.

Blinking away tears, you turned to Mammon, smiling shakily. “We should probably start the tour. I’m pretty tired.”

Mammon could only nod as he led you out, not wanting to somehow make things worse.

The brothers watched you and Mammon leave, then turned to Asmodeus with disapproval in their eyes.

“Asmo,” Satan sighed. “You know how sensitive Levi is about MC. At the mere mention of her, he leaves the room and shuts down.”

“This must be hard for them both,” Beelzebub mentioned.

Asmodeus pouted. “I’m trying to help them. Levi still loves her. MC seems to also feel strongly for him if her reaction was anything to go by.”

The rest of the brothers could only roll their eyes or groan at Asmodeus response.

They could only prepare themselves for whatever plans he had.

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With a groan, you flopped onto the bed, sinking into the plush mattress and enjoying the comfort. You took out the D.D.D. that Lucifer had given you upon your arrival at the House of Lamentation, your fingers tracing the sleek surface of the device. After the extensive tour of the grand house, the phone, pre-programmed with everyone’s contact information and even their social media profiles, felt like a lifeline. You were certain Asmodeus was behind the social media setup.

On one hand, you were happy at how quickly the brothers had accepted you again. Their warm, if somewhat chaotic, welcome had eased some of your apprehension. On the other hand, it hurt that the one brother you truly wanted to talk to didn’t even look at you. Leviathan’s avoidance stung, a sharp contrast to what you once had.

Shaking your head to clear the thoughts, you changed into the pajamas Asmodeus had given you: a silky tank top and shorts that complemented your eyes. The fabric felt soft against your skin, and you couldn’t help but appreciate Asmo’s impeccable taste in fashion. He always did get excited about dressing you up.

‘Should I go visit him?’ you thought, gnawing on your bottom lip. All you wanted was to know how he was doing. You missed him, after all.

You had always been a bit reckless, a little spoiled when it came to Leviathan. He had always indulged you in your whims, his patience with you seemingly endless. You knew your flaws, but he always found them endearing.

Determined, you straightened your back and left your room, making your way to his. If you lost your nerve now, you knew you wouldn’t attempt it again for a long time.

Standing in front of his door, you took a deep breath and knocked.

“Password,” you heard him say from inside.

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Um, it’s me. I just wanted to talk to you, see how you were doing.”

Silence greeted you, heavy and oppressive.

“I’ve missed you a lot, Levi,” you tried again, hoping for some response, any response.

There was a thump and some shuffling on the other side of the door. Slowly, it started to open, and Levi peeked his head out, a frown marring his face.

His cheeks flushed a deep red when he saw your attire, and he quickly opened the door wider. “W-what are you wearing?!”

You glanced down at your pajamas, puzzled. “Pajamas? Asmo gave them to me.”

He covered his face with his arm, clearly flustered. “D-don’t walk around looking like that! You should be in your room!”

You narrowed your eyes, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but before you could say anything, he suddenly yanked you inside his room and slammed the door shut.

You certainly weren’t expecting that. Taking a moment to look around, you noted the relaxing blue tones of his room and the well-maintained fish tank. The shelves were lined with countless figurines and manga. Even in the Celestial Realm, Leviathan had shown an interest in anime, but now it seemed to have become an all-consuming passion.

Your eyes wandered to the desk at the back of the room, cluttered with multiple monitors and gaming equipment. It was clear he had become an avid gamer. The bathtub in the middle of the room, filled with body pillows of various anime characters and sheets, caught your attention next. It was an odd sight, but somehow fitting for him.

Finally, you looked at Leviathan, who was staring at you from the other side of the room, his face still beet red.

“Disappointed?” he asked, clenching his fists.

“I would never be disappointed in you, Levi,” you answered honestly, taking in his features almost hungrily. “Your room is nice.”

He scoffed and looked away. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know you weren’t expecting me to have become a filthy, shut-in otaku.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Simeon had warned you before you left the Celestial Realm, explaining that the brothers were the Avatars of Sin, so you knew which Avatar Leviathan was. But you hadn’t expected his self-esteem to be so low.

“What? No. Of course I don’t think that,” you said softly, taking a step toward him.

Leviathan growled, finally looking at you again. You stiffened as he transformed into his demon form, his attire changing while black and purple coral-like horns appeared on the sides of his head, and scales emerged on the right side of his neck. A snake-like tail with scales waved back and forth behind him.

Even with all of that, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever seen.

Vivid, glowing orange eyes pinned you in place as he stalked forward. He clutched your chin with one hand and slammed his other hand against the door next to your head, backing you against it.

“I’m not the same angel from the Celestial Realm; I’ve been a demon for thousands of years now,” he growled, baring his teeth, his grip on your chin tightening. “You said you missed me? I’m not stupid; I saw how Simeon treated you, how you allowed him to touch you.”

Your breath hitched. “I’m not involved with Simeon like that. He’s just a dear friend.”

“Not that I blame you. Of course you’d want to be with another angel. What can a shitty otaku like myself offer you now?” he sneered, but you could see the envy, pain, and rage in his glowing eyes.

Blinking back tears, you gently cupped his cheeks. “I don’t care about that, Levi. I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m not involved with Simeon, and I have missed you.”

Breathing raggedly, he dropped his hand from your chin and leaned his forehead against yours, eyes flicking to your lips. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, making your heart race.

With a snarl, he peeled himself off you and turned away. “Leave.”

You wanted to protest, to cry that you wanted to stay, that you wanted to talk to him, but all you managed was a whimper as you opened the door and rushed out.

The last thing you heard as you ran back to your room was a scream of rage and the sound of items breaking.

You closed your door and locked it, hiding under the sheets on your bed, muffling your cries against the pillow.

It wasn’t fair; this wasn’t what you were expecting or wanted.

You had anticipated awkwardness, having to start from scratch and get to know each other again. Maybe even a bit of resistance on his part.

Perhaps you were too naive and hopeful because this was the one outcome you hadn’t expected. He wanted nothing to do with you, and the thought made you cry harder.

But with that pain came anger because you hadn’t done anything wrong to warrant such a reaction from him. Then he had the audacity to get jealous? Avatar of Envy or not, he was sending too many mixed signals.

The anger won out, and you sat up abruptly on your bed, wiping the tears away.

If he wanted to be stubborn, then so would you. You were going to have a proper conversation with him even if it killed you.

You weren’t going to allow Leviathan to push you away.

Not again.

Bound by fate(2)

a/n: Last chapter, thank you for those that have liked or reblogged my story. I really needed more Dom!Levi stories and this is how the story ended up turning out.

Leviathan x MC. Hints of Mammon x MC, Belphegor x MC and maybe Simeon x MC.

Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda Yandere!Levi(he talks about locking you up), Jealous!Levi, a bit of degradation(the words slut and whore are used), Claiming Marks, Scenting, Mates, some Non-con(Belphie scents and pins you down without consent), Levi having one dick(sorry) Fem!MC, Angel!MC, kinda ooc.

First Part

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Two months had already passed, and Leviathan barely left his room, going out of his way to avoid you the few times he did. In response, you would leave food at his door when he missed a meal. It had become a frustrating routine, one that seemed to have no end in sight.

No matter how many times you knocked, he either ignored you or told you to go away, but not once did he open the door.

You sighed as you thought things over. You weren’t sure what else to do. Truthfully, you wished you could try to get him to open the door more often, but his brothers constantly wanted your attention, or you had to visit Purgatory Hall. You felt a warm sense of belonging when they sought your company, but it only added to your frustration that you hadn’t made any progress with Leviathan.

“Sweetie, what has you sighing like that?” Asmodeus asked, finally sitting on his bed where you were lying. He had whisked you away to spend time with him in his room after everyone had finished dinner, his charm hard to resist.

“Leviathan,” you replied with a pout. “He still hasn’t opened his door for me. I’m not sure what else to do.”

“He’s certainly stubborn,” Asmodeus said thoughtfully. “But dear, you only have to push his buttons. He’s the Avatar of Envy; you just need to make him jealous enough to pull you into his room.”

You grimaced. “I don’t see that going well.”

Asmodeus waved his hand dismissively, a playful smile on his lips. “Of course it won’t, but it’ll at least get him to talk to you.” He giggled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Well, there won’t be much talking involved, though.”

You flushed and averted your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“You can ask any of the brothers, but if you want to make it authentic, just snuggle up to Mammon or Belphie.” He smirked, his gaze intense. “They’ve always had a crush on you.”

Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn’t expected that in the slightest, and now you didn’t know how you’d be able to hang out with them without feeling shy. The revelation left you reeling, a mix of surprise and uncertainty swirling within you.

“I don’t want to use them like that,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Well, darling, we can always find some other way,” Asmodeus said, his tone soothing as he gently stroked your head, fingers threading through your hair.

You nodded, relieved, but you didn’t notice the smile of mischief that Asmodeus had.

As you finally reached your room and laid on your bed, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite Asmodeus’s promise not to meddle, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling gnawing at you. The Avatar of Lust always enjoyed a good dose of drama and stirring people up. The last thing you wanted was to worsen things between you and Leviathan or to incite a fight among the brothers.

With a heavy sigh, you willed the troubling thoughts away and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep.

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Your worries proved correct. Over the next few days, Asmodeus began accompanying you to Leviathan’s room to drop off his food. His behavior shifted—he became flirtier, more touchy-feely whenever you both stood in front of Leviathan’s door. The pajamas he gave you, just before going to Leviathan’s door, were even shorter and skimpier than usual, leaving little to the imagination.

You began to notice that the sound of video games would stop abruptly as you approached, replaced by an eerie silence. The other brothers, too, began acting differently. They were nicer to you, borderline flirtatious, whenever they passed by you and Asmodeus in front of Leviathan’s door. Even Lucifer, though more subtly, was in on it.

You shot Asmodeus a glare and whispered as low as possible, “I told you not to meddle.”

“I’m just helping you, darling,” he whispered back with a charming smile, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You huffed, pouting. While it touched you that he wanted to help, you wished it wasn’t through making Leviathan jealous. You’d heard stories about how, if pushed too far, Leviathan would summon Lotan and cause destruction. Additionally, you were concerned about his low self-esteem. The last thing you wanted was to damage it further and make him shut you out even more.

You were glad you had asked his brothers about him and gathered all the information you could. Knowing what to expect was better than being clueless.

Lost in your thoughts, you snapped back to reality when you saw Mammon approaching. Out of all the brothers, he was the most flustered when trying to flirt with you. It was pretty cute, if you were being honest.

Mammon abruptly stopped near you and Asmodeus, his face turning bright red as he took in the nightgown clinging to your curves. “A-ain’t that too short?!” he exclaimed, quickly looking away.

Asmodeus smirked and almost purred, “Is it too stimulating for you?”

Mammon spluttered, seeming at a loss for words. Then he cleared his throat and finally looked at you with startling confidence. “Ya shouldn’t be lookin’ that good in front of anyone else other than the Great Mammon!”

You almost gasped at his words; they were extremely out of character. He was usually flustered when trying to flirt with you, and you could hardly call it flirting in the first place.

Even Asmodeus blinked in surprise before giggling in amusement.

The door swung open, revealing Leviathan in his demon form, glaring at Mammon. “Mammon,” he gritted out, “if you don’t get away from my door, I will summon Lotan.”

Mammon paled and scurried away. Even he knew better than to antagonize his brother when he was in one of his moods.

“Asmo,” Leviathan growled, his glare not softening. Asmodeus only smiled, threw his hands up in defeat, and skipped away.

You stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do.

Leviathan stared at you, his eyes slowly raking up and down your form. The grip on his door tightened. “I know I told you not to wear that type of stuff outside your room,” he rumbled.

You frowned. “Levi, is that really important right now?”

“It’s not fair that everyone gets to see you like that,” he huffed, still upset but reverting to his human form.

“Maybe you would be able to see me like this more if you actually left your room and stopped avoiding me or let me inside,” you said, irritation clear on your face.

Leviathan blushed deeply and looked away, avoiding your gaze. “As if I would let a normie into my room.”

You raised an eyebrow, challenging his statement. “Well, this normie can actually learn if you would just let me.”

He finally looked at you again, his face turning an even deeper shade of red, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. “I-is this a trick? Y-you actually want to s-spend time with m-me, a worthless otaku?”

You winced at his words. You didn’t think you would ever get used to him putting himself down. It hurt you that he thought so lowly of himself, that he couldn’t see the value you saw in him.

“Levi, I’ve been coming to your door for the past two months just trying to talk to you,” you replied soothingly, your voice gentle and sincere. “I don’t think you’re worthless at all.”

Leviathan put his arm against his face, trying to hide his tears from you. “I-I just didn’t want you to be even more d-disappointed than you must be already.”

“I was never disappointed in the first place,” you reassured him, your tone firm but kind.

You took a step toward him, the sound of his sniffling pulling at your heartstrings. All you wanted to do was comfort him, to make him see how much he meant to you.

“D-don’t lie to me! I-I know how d-different I am than I u-used to be!” His voice cracked, filled with pain and self-doubt, as he tried to wipe the tears away with his sleeve.

Your eyes softened with empathy, and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly even as he stiffened in surprise at your touch.

“I truly don’t care about that,” you whispered, gently wiping away the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I just want to get to know the person you are now.”

You waited patiently, feeling his body slowly relax in your embrace. After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively wrapped his arms around you in return, nodding slightly against your shoulder.

“O-okay,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with a tentative hope.

You sighed in relief, a wave of happiness washing over you. You had finally broken through the barrier he had put up, and now you had the chance to reconnect with him.

“Let’s go.” You smiled warmly at him, taking his hand and leading him back into his room.

As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but reflect on the events that had led to this moment. It seemed Asmodeus’s plan had actually worked, albeit in an unexpected way. You were grateful for the support of his brothers, even if their methods were sometimes unconventional.

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For the next few months, it became a routine to visit Leviathan’s room to spend time with him. He began coming out more often, even joining everyone for meals. These visits often extended into the night, as he enthusiastically introduced you to his world of anime and games.

The first thing he showed you was his favorite anime, “The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl.” You binge-watched the entire series with him, and from there, he introduced TSL, then other anime and games.

Despite these shared experiences, he still considered you a “normie,” which you found amusing.

However, you noticed that Leviathan was careful not to touch you. Whenever physical contact occurred—either by accident or when you initiated it—he would stiffen up, blush, and quickly pull away. As someone naturally affectionate, this was disheartening, but you chose not to push him, respecting his boundaries.

Even though you didn’t press the issue, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Leviathan had been your lover, and you had shared one passionate night just before the Great Celestial War. Contrary to what humans and demons believed, angels were allowed to be in relationships and to claim and mate with other angels.

You regretted not pushing to claim each other. You understood his reasoning; he hadn’t wanted you to suffer the pain of losing a mate in the uncertain times of war.

One day, as you sat in the common room reading a book, Leviathan entered, calling your name.

“MC!” he called out, sounding nervous but determined.

You looked up, startled. “Yes, Levi?”

“I-I know you might have better things to do than spend time with a yucky otaku like me, but m-maybe, w-would you like to come watch anime with me?” he asked, a bashful smile on his face, his cheeks turning pink.

You smiled warmly at him, touched by his initiative. “I would love to. Just give me ten minutes to finish this chapter, and I’ll join you.”

His blush deepened, and he gave a jerky nod before scurrying out of the common room.

You giggled as you continued reading, but soon felt someone sitting next to you and leaning their head against your shoulder. Startled, you turned to see Belphegor with a sleepy look on his face.

“Hey, Belphie,” you greeted, closing your book and setting it aside.

“MC, want to take a nap with me?” he asked, blinking slowly and yawning.

He looked so adorable that you almost wanted to coo at him, but you shook your head. “Not this time. I’m about to go hang out with Levi.”

He frowned. “Eh, alright. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him.”

You flushed and looked away. “Of course. That’s why I was so persistent in getting him to open up.”

Belphegor stared at you blankly before suddenly pinning you down, his face buried in your neck as he took a deep breath, seeming to search for something.

“Belphie? What are you doing?” you asked, frozen in shock.

“I can barely smell Levi on you. He hasn’t scented or claimed you yet,” he said, lifting his head with a smirk, his eyes smoldering.

“That doesn’t concern you,” you retorted with a frown.

He hummed, nuzzling your neck. “That means you’re free to claim. Just because you used to be lovers doesn’t mean you need to get back with him. He doesn’t even have the guts to make a move, much less claim you.”

You struggled against his grip on your wrist, frustration bubbling up as his unwelcome interference continued. “I’ve already told you that it doesn’t concern you,” you said sharply. “I’m not rushing Levi into anything.”

Belphegor scoffed and finally lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Do you honestly believe he remained devoted to you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “I’m sure Lucifer shared with you how unruly Leviathan became after his fall.”

He tilted his head, a sly, almost predatory smile curling his lips. “He took your purity, never claimed you, and then leaped from bed to bed after falling.”

Your grace stirred within you, an undercurrent of agitation flaring up, making your eyes glow faintly with the intensity of your emotions. “How do you even know about that?” you demanded, your voice tight with indignation.

Belphegor rolled his eyes with exaggerated exasperation. “About your purity? It was so obvious. The way you two looked at each other afterward, how suddenly shy and distant you both became—it was clear to everyone.”

Your face flushed with a deep, burning humiliation, and you hissed at him, “What he did after he fell doesn’t concern me. I refuse to judge him for his actions.”

“Such a paragon of forgiveness,” Belphegor said, baring his teeth in a mocking grin. “Staying true to your angelic principles.”

Defeated, you slumped, knowing there was no breaking free from his grip. “Why are you saying this?” you asked, your voice tinged with hurt. “You’re being unreasonably cruel.”

“Because I want you,” he said bluntly, his eyes flashing with an intense, frustrated desire. “I’m tired of watching you pine after Levi while he continues to act like an oblivious fool.”

You stiffened, your body tense with frustration and disbelief. “You know how I feel, and yet you’re saying this?”

Belphegor, undeterred, nuzzled your cheek with his nose, his touch both intimate and intrusive. “I’ll help you get over him,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve wanted you since the Celestial Realm, but my brother got to you first.”

You remained silent.

“If Levi truly cared about you, he would have claimed you by now or at least marked you with his scent,” Belphegor continued, his hand sliding down from your wrist to caress your thigh. His touch was gentle but possessive. “I’m not afraid to be with you. I just want you to give me a chance.”

He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours, the proximity making your breath catch. His lips hovered near yours, brushing lightly with each word. “Please, give me a chance.”

You looked into his earnest eyes, a side of him you hadn’t seen before since moving in with them. The vulnerability in his gaze was striking, and you found yourself conflicted. Belphegor’s forwardness was a sharp contrast to Leviathan’s aloofness, and it stirred a part of you that had longed for such assertiveness since Leviathan’s fall.

“Belphie, I—” Before you could finish your thought, Belphegor was abruptly wrenched away from you, leaving a cold shiver running down your spine.

Leviathan appeared in the doorway, transformed into his demon form, his eyes blazing with a fierce, wild intensity you had never witnessed. His presence was imposing, almost primal.

“Belphegor, how dare you try to take what’s mine,” Leviathan growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble as he advanced slowly toward Belphegor.

“Yours?” Belphegor retorted, his voice dripping with mockery. “She’s not yours. You haven’t claimed her; your scent isn’t even on her. She’s fair game.”

Leviathan’s expression darkened, his rage simmering beneath the surface. “You know our history and what she means to me,” he said, his tone dangerously calm.

“None of that matters now,” Belphegor shot back, his eyes narrowing defiantly. “You should have claimed her back in the Celestial Realm or at least when she arrived here. If you won’t do it, then I will.”

The tension reached a boiling point as Leviathan’s fist flew toward Belphegor, striking him with a forceful punch that sent him crashing to the floor. The sound of the impact echoed through the room.

You gasped in shock, your heart racing, and rushed forward, grasping Leviathan’s arm in a desperate attempt to restrain him. “Please stop,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with urgency. “Nothing happened. Let’s just go back to your room and talk.”

Leviathan’s body tensed, and with a sudden, jerky movement, he yanked you closer. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, his growl growing louder and more intense as he took in your scent.

“He’s scented you!” Leviathan roared, his voice laced with a murderous fury as he glared at his youngest brother. His anger was palpable, a dangerous edge to his words.

The situation was rapidly escalating, and you clung to Leviathan, hoping your presence would calm him. He looked down at you with a fierce, determined expression, his teeth gritted. In a swift, almost brutal motion, he picked you up. You squealed in surprise, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist.

You heard the commotion in the background, brothers rushing to the common room to check on Belphegor. Others peeked out from their rooms, only to see you clinging to Leviathan as he carried you to his room. The last thing you heard was a giggle before he slammed the door shut, effortlessly getting you off him and dropping you onto a pile of sheets and pillows on the floor, which softened the fall.

You looked up at him with wide eyes as he knelt over you, his presence both imposing and magnetic. Before you could say a word, he tore your nightgown off with a swift motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

“Levi!” you gasped indignantly.

He ignored you, his face burying into your neck with almost aggressive fervor, nuzzling and inhaling deeply as if trying to erase his brother’s scent from you.

You squirmed and whimpered as he began sucking and licking your neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. Your hands rested on his shoulders, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.

“Be good and stay still,” he rumbled, his tail wrapping tightly around your waist, securing you in place. With one hand, he pinned your wrists above your head, his grip unyielding.

You whimpered but stilled. Though you weren’t opposed to what was happening, you knew you needed to talk before things went too far. Your mind fogged as his mouth trailed lower, marking the top of your breasts with the same intensity.

You barely noticed when he pulled down your bra enough for your breasts to spill over the cups. The coolness of the room made your nipples harden, and he wasted no time taking one into his mouth, sucking on the bud. He released your wrists and used his other hand to tweak your other nipple, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You whined, rubbing your thighs together as you felt your arousal grow. You could no longer ignore how wet your panties felt from his ministrations.

Leviathan finally lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he admired the marks he made from your neck to your breasts. He groaned at the sight of you—marked up, with rosy cheeks, teary eyes, bra tugged down, and tiny panties on, all while rubbing your thighs together.

He hadn’t even truly started, and you already looked absolutely wrecked.

“W-wait,” you stammered, placing your hands against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you, shaking your head.

He stilled, frowning. “Are you rejecting me?” His grip on your chin tightened as he leaned closer, his voice a low growl. “Because I don’t mind locking you up in here until you change your mind. You’re mine.”

Your breath hitched, and his words shouldn’t have turned you on as much as they did. “No, of course not. I just wanted to know what’s going to happen. You’ve been avoiding touching me this whole time, and now you’re not.”

He tilted his head, observing you like a predator ready to pounce. “I’m going to fuck and claim you. I was trying to ease you into things because of how long it’s been.” He gripped your thighs and spread your legs, his eyes darkening at the sight of the wet spot on your panties. “But I see I was mistaken in taking things slow. Too many pests want you, and I’d drown everyone before letting anyone else have you.”

“Belphegor should be glad he’s my brother because that’s the only reason I spared his life. There won’t be a second chance,” he continued, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and tossing it aside once it came off.

“Once you claim me, Father and the Seraphim will know, and I’ll be banished,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

“Yes, that’s the plan. From the beginning, you were supposed to be by my side,” he growled, still furious about how you were stopped from going with him. “But Simeon got in the way and stopped you.”

You winced, remembering the chaos after the Great Celestial War and your anger at Simeon until he explained his actions. “Simeon had my best intentions at heart. I was so much younger, and he was afraid I wouldn’t survive the fall.”

Leviathan scoffed. “He just wanted you for himself. He was always discreet, but his longing looks gave him away.”

You wanted to protest that it wasn’t like that with Simeon, but the words died in your mouth as Leviathan used his tail to rip your panties off. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping core.

Now completely naked under Leviathan, you flushed and suddenly felt shy, especially after he licked his lips and his eyes dilated while spreading your legs wider.

“You know angels and demons claim each other differently,” you muttered, tugging on his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You didn’t want to be the only naked one.

He chuckled, tugging his shirt off and dropping it to the side. “Of course I’m aware, but you also know I can still make you my mate. Angels just aren’t allowed to do so; it’s instant banishment after judgment in the Celestial Realm.”

He cupped your cheek and pulled you into a smoldering kiss, deepening it by biting your bottom lip. You gasped, and his tongue invaded your mouth, coaxing yours to intertwine with his, making you whine.

You were lightheaded when he finally pulled away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you.

His fingers trailed from your inner thigh to your soaking core, tracing a tantalizing path before he eased a finger into you. He pumped it slowly, his thumb simultaneously rubbing your clit in languid, torturous circles, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

You mewled, your hips bucking involuntarily when he added another finger. He stretched you, his pace quickening slightly as he worked you open, his touch both gentle and demanding.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with desire as he kissed your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses. His thumb circled your clit faster, his other hand finding its way to your breast. He pinched and pulled your nipple, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The stimulation was overwhelming; you had only just started, yet you were already ready to cum.

“L-Levi!” you cried out, your nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. Your cunt fluttered around his fingers as he added a third, stretching you even further and making you gasp in surprise.

“That’s it, let go,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with precision. You arched your back, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your release gushing onto his fingers.

He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, eliciting a whimper from you, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied moan. He was definitely going to devour you with his mouth and make you choke on his cock later, but for now, he needed to be inside you.

With a swift movement, he stripped off his pants, freeing his hard, leaking cock. He pumped it a few times, his eyes locked onto yours as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. He was still so big and thick, the sight of him only making your desire burn hotter. The first time, he had been assertive but hesitant, yet now his confidence was evident, and it turned you on even more.

He flipped you onto your hands and knees, pulling your hips up and making you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. He rubbed his cock along your slit, coating himself in your slick before easing his way in. The stretch was intense, and you gasped, feeling so full as he filled you to the brim with a loud groan.

You had to remind yourself to breathe, gripping the sheets tightly as he started to move, his pace slow and measured to let you adjust to his size. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to drive you wild.

“Your cunt feels so good,” he panted, his voice strained as he fought to hold back from just pounding into you. He spread your cheeks, watching his cock slide in and out, mesmerized by the sight of your slick clinging to him, your cunt greedily trying to suck him in deeper. He cursed under his breath at the lewd sight.

He picked up the pace, setting a brutal rhythm as he relentlessly hit your g-spot. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room, blending with your cries of pleasure and his guttural moans.

“S-so good,” you whined, bouncing your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate for even more of him. Every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, leaving you trembling and breathless.

Leviathan chuckled darkly. “What a dirty little angel. You like how I’m fucking you?” His voice was a low growl. He slammed into you with a hard, precise thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. “Just remember that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. This cunt is mine.”

“Y-yes! Only yours!” Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate wail as your eyes rolled back in your head. He took a fistful of your hair and tugged hard, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure and making you clench tighter around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut. I was supposed to gently make love to you, but you really just wanted me to take you like the whore you are.” His words were laced with both amusement and possession as he moved your hair to the side, exposing the nape of your neck. He stared at the soft, vulnerable skin, knowing he was going to leave his mark there. His fangs extended as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His tail slithered around your body, the smooth, cool scales contrasting with your heated skin, and the tip of his tail circled around your clit, adding another layer of stimulation.

You let out a loud, lewd mewl, your body writhing under his touch as you slammed your eyes shut. You were teetering on the edge of orgasm, every muscle tense with anticipation. In a flash, your wings emerged, extending out as your halo shone brightly above your head, casting a soft, golden light.

Leviathan’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of your wings and halo, but he didn’t stop his relentless thrusting. The image in front of him was the epitome of sinful: pretty snowy white wings and a radiant halo out, all while you were being fucked dumb on his cock. He could already imagine how much more pretty it would be when those snowy white wings turned black and that shining gold halo transformed into horns.

“I-I’m cummin’!” You cried out as you gushed on his cock, trembling with tears in your eyes.

“I’m gonna cum in that messy little cunt while I claim you,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “No one will ever question who you belong to.” He leaned over you, his hot breath fanning over the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, releasing his cum inside your velvety cunt accompanied by a loud moan. His mouth found the tender skin of your nape, and he bit down hard, drawing blood. You screamed, the mixture of pleasure and pain blurring together.

You felt an intense wave of emotion washing over you—his deep love and passion he was currently feeling. It flowed through you as you shakily exhaled. Finally, you were his, and he was yours.

He slowly withdrew from you, eliciting a soft whine from your lips at the sudden emptiness and sensitivity. Gently, he moved you onto your back and gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

He nuzzled into your hair, a deep rumble of contentment vibrating through his chest. A blush spread across his face as the reality of what had just happened hit him.

“I love you, Levi,” you whispered, your voice soft and sincere while intertwined your fingers with his.

“I-I love you too,” he stammered, burying his face in your hair to hide his face, making you giggle sweetly.

“Simeon should be on his way to take me to the Celestial Realm for my judgment,” you mentioned absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting to the inevitable. You knew your fate was sealed—you would become a demon, either through your Father’s banishment or slowly by Levi’s side. The Celestial Realm, with its rigidity when it came to rules, insisted on formal banishment for angels who mated outside their kind. It was simpler to comply than to risk them taking you by force.

Leviathan tightened his arms around you, his embrace desperate and firm. “I don’t want you to leave. You can just go through your change here,” he murmured.

“I know, I’d rather do that, but we both know how the Celestial Realm is. Either I go willingly or they’ll take me by force,” you replied, your voice soft and resigned. You tried to send soothing emotions through your bond, sensing his growing agitation. His growl at the thought of you being taken by force was low and menacing.

The two of you stayed cuddled together for a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence. Eventually, you gently urged him to get up so you could both clean yourselves. Despite the ache in your heart, you knew it was futile to linger.

As you were lost in thought, a knock on the door startled you. Lucifer’s commanding voice broke through the silence. “MC, Simeon is here for you.”

Turning to Leviathan, you gazed deeply into his eyes, your hands clasping his tightly. “Will you be there to catch me when I fall?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

“Always,” he vowed, before crashing his lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. The intensity of it left you both breathless.

Panting, you reluctantly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. Even as you separated, your hands remained intertwined. Together, you walked to the front door, where Simeon waited. He smiled at you, but his eyes betrayed the sadness he felt.

“Are you ready, MC?” Simeon asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, turning to Leviathan for one last fleeting kiss. “I’ll see you soon,” you whispered, squeezing his hand before letting go and stepping to Simeon’s side. The two of you walked out of the house, moving towards Barbatos, who stood waiting with a solemn expression.

“Are you happy?” Simeon whispered, his hand twitching as if to cup your cheek. He stopped himself, knowing that right didn’t belong to him—perhaps it never had.

“Extremely,” you replied, smiling brightly. Simeon could only smile back, though the sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable.

You didn’t regret anything.

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Only a few days had passed, and now, judgment day had arrived. You could feel Leviathan’s agitation and panic even from afar. The only reason he hadn’t found a way to storm into the Celestial Realm was that he knew you were still alive.

You stood in front of your Father and the Seraphim with your head held high, your heart pounding as they read your so-called “sins.” The celestial court was silent, the weight of their gazes almost unbearable.

“Is there anything you wish to say?” Michael asked, his voice echoing through the grand hall. A look of soft fondness crossed his face so quickly that you almost missed it. He should have known this would happen when he sent you to the Devildom where Leviathan was. You would never understand why he did it, though.

“No,” you replied, your voice steady.

At your response, the floor beneath you started to shake. Cracks spidered out from where you stood, and the ground slowly crumbled away. You tried to keep your composure as the marble gave way under your feet, plunging you down.

And you fell.

You closed your eyes, feeling the wind whip past you, the burning pain starting as your halo melted into your scalp and your wings ignited, turning into fiery remnants of their former glory. Every fiber of your being was consumed by pain, yet you weren’t scared. You knew someone would be there to catch you.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a protective embrace. The fall slowed as Leviathan’s familiar presence enveloped you. He cushioned your descent, his body shielding you from the worst of the impact as you reached the ground.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered in your ear, his voice soothing amidst the chaos. You could feel his desperation and relief, his resolve to keep you safe no matter what.

As he rushed you to the House of Lamentation, his pace urgent but careful, you clung to him, feeling the beat of his heart against yours. Despite the agony and the fear, you knew you had made the right choice.

You didn’t regret falling in love, and you didn’t regret falling from grace. Every moment, every sacrifice, had led you to this point. You would do it all over again, just to be with him.