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ppl who werent changed forever by youre gonna go far kid by the offspring when they were like 11 and insanely impressionable you just cant understand me

Riders yayayaya-

Seduces you with cheese

Got hit on for the first time ever...

The dude was actually super nice and sweet when I had no fucking clue as to what the hell was going on. He kinda left before I even started to turn him down, he was totally cool with it and left while telling me that I was "super hot." Dude was also good looking, I happen to just suck at confrontation.

Thanks for the confidence boost.

In a valiant effort to get myself to chill the frick out in the midst of academic chaos, I was listening to some of my old favourite songs, and this one (Mary’s Song from Taylor Swift’s first album) sure did give me some MAD FEELINGS BRO! And it reeeeeaaaaaally made me think of these guys, so obviously I had to make something with maxed out nostalgia and fondness stats

Is the Price Worth it?

***After much consideration and a lovely request from @bunna-does-stuff, Dark Mage Solomon is BACK! I hope ya'll are ready because I have been reading waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many yandere fics lately and this is my outlet. It's one of my longer ones, but I love every second of this fic. Cheers -B***

Summary: You were in Solomon's clutches now. There was nothing you could do; that fact became both harder and easier to process the longer you were there.

CW: Yandere/Obsessive behavior, Misuse of pact/Abuse of power (I guess???), Drugging, Graphic descriptions of pain

Part 1

From the moment you woke up every day, you found yourself in an emotional battle between your instincts and your heart.

This Solomon, this man whom you hardly recognized, was nothing short of horrifying. He never hurt you, or at least he hadn't since removing your pacts, but that didn't make him any less frightening.

If anything you would almost prefer that he'd hurt you — it would make hating him so much easier.

Instead, he almost constantly showered you with his presence and affection. Anytime he'd leave the manor, he'd return with gifts of your favourite things as an apology since he knew you weren't happy.

"I know removing the pacts hurt you. I know you don't understand why it had to be done. But I promise you, this is for the best," he'd say softly while standing in your doorway.

That was another thing; despite everything, he was extremely respectful and conscious of your boundaries. He would only step into your room without permission to clear dishes for you. He would smile and wave at you, but he'd never lay so much as a hand on you.

"You're not comfortable here yet," he explained one night by the fireplace when you asked. "It's reasonable, all things considered. I can wait until you've settled in. We've got all the time in the world," the flames flickered in his golden eyes, casting him in a warm gentle glow. "Cuddles and head pats are nice, but I don't need physical affection to keep you safe. Take your time. I'll always be around for when you're ready."

Goosebumps crawled up your arms just thinking about it.

It made it so hard to despise the bastard. For every time he smiled at you, every time he asked if your room was comfortable enough, or he'd calmly listen as you vented out your anger towards him, you were reminded of the charming, funny wizard that you loved.

The one that would hold your hand and help guide you around street puddles so you wouldn't get your feet wet. The man that snorted and watched in amusement when you somehow managed to get yourself stuck in your couch. The man that held you when you became overwhelmed by the constant dangers of the Devildom, and would sneak you back to the Human World, even if just for the night.

You weren't certain how long it'd been, as somehow in the entirety of his massive, overly-cluttered manor Solomon didn't own a single clock or calendar, but you knew that you had to have been gone for more than a month now.

A month and you could already feel yourself beginning to slip and grow fond of the little things that Solomon did for you. As though they were nice things that made him special, and not acts of desperation to keep you close.

In the early days you couldn't help but wonder about the brothers. Were the okay? Were they looking for you? What would happen if they found you?

Back then, Solomon wasn't around nearly as often. He claimed that he had a few things he had to tie up before he could fully devote himself to being your protector. In those days, he had tried to keep his smile up around you, but you could tell that he was stressed. It served him right after everything he was putting you through.

Then, after what you had estimated as a week of sleepless nights, it finally happened.

A knock echoed through the manor and both yours and Solomon's heads shot up. The room froze as the two of you made eye contact, daring for the other to make the first move. Solomon looked at you like a wolf locking eyes with its opponent, stalking, waiting, for it to give in.

"Solomon?" Your breath hitched as Asmodeus's voice called out from downstairs. "I came to check on you! You haven't been acting the same since ... well since MC's been gone. I know you're worried. We all are. But I wanted to make sure you're okay. I brought cupcakes!"

Solomon's eyes narrowed as your eyes widened. He held a finger to his lips and shook his head.

Clearly, he had forgotten that you were never one to do as you were told.

The wizard cursed as you bolted towards the door and sprinted towards the foyer as quickly as you could. You could barely make out the sound of Solomon cursing and tripping over your fallen chair before chasing after you.

"ASMODEUS!!!" You screamed as you rounded the staircase. Tears lined your eyes as the shell-shocked demon stared up at you, a basket of cupcakes now laying forgotten at his feet. "Asmo please! Help me! Get me out of here! Please! Please!"

"M-MC?!" Asmo shrieked, meeting you halfway up the staircase as you all but lept into his arms. "What are you doing here? Where have you been?! We've all been looking for you!"

You lip quivered as you clung onto his coat and shook your head. "No time. I'll tell you later. You have to undo whatever ward he has keeping me in here. You need to get me out of here. Now!"

Asmodeus clung onto you just a tightly, pulling you as close to himself as he could. "I don't understand, b-but okay. Alright. Just ... Just hold on," He quickly led you down the stairs and reached for the front door.

"Now Asmodeus, don't you know it's bad manners to leave without even saying hello?" You flinched at the sound of Solomon's dangerously calm voice. Asmo's grip tightened on you as he felt you tremble under his hands.

His demon form slowly unfolded into existence as Amsodeus laughed — a high, near hysteric sound that made your ears ring "You clever, clever boy," he hissed. "You had them this whole time? You were helping us search for them," his tail twitched behind him as he tilted his head. "That searching potion you gave Lucifer must've been a fake then. Smart,"

Solomon shrugged, "Thank you. You all made it easier than I expected, I must admit. And here I thought the dumb blond thing was just an act."

"You're so funny, Solomon," he replied in a mockingly sweet tone. Asmodeus guided you behind him as he stepped forward and his clawed hands clenched against his palms. "You made me pity you. I made cupcakes because I felt bad for you and you were here fucking hoarding them all to yourself this entire time?" Even as he swore and his rage flashed behind his coral eyes, not once did Asmodeus raise his voice — There was something almost hypnotic about the cool anger that flowed off him. "I should shred that pretty face of yours for what you've done to them."

Solomon clicked his tongue as he lazily leaned back against the stairway railing. "I didn't do anything-"

"And I think crocks are a great fashion statement. That's bull-fucking-shit, Solomon," you could've sworn the room temperature dropped as Asmodeus's glare hardened. "Stop lying to me and tell me the truth! We all felt it." His voice cracked as phantom burning pains flashed over your body where your marks once laid. "You did something to get rid of their marks right?" Asmodeus snarled as Solomon raised an unimpressed eyebrow in response. "If they don't get to have their pacts, neither do you. I'm going to rip yours off your fucking skin. Starting with mine."

The wizard sighed as the demon began to charge towards him and rolled his eyes. "Alright. This game has gone on quite enough. Asmodeus," you whimpered as Asmodeus suddenly went rigid in front of you. You silently shook your head as your heart plummeted to your stomach. "Be a dear and pick up MC for me."

You shrieked and tried swatting at Asmodeus's hands as he gently, but securely, lifted you into a bridal hold against his chest. "NO!" You screamed as you punched him. "Asmo! Don't listen to him! Let me go!"

"Ah, ah, ah," Solomon tsked as he joined the two of you on the ground floor. "You don't have control over him anymore, remember? Even if you did, my bond with our dear Asmo is much older and stronger than yours ever was." He smiled proudly to himself as he patted the demon's cheek. You couldn't help but whine as you felt Asmodeus shake in fury, though he was unable to do anything about it. "Now, Asmo, darling, our precious MC doesn't like it when I touch them yet, but they seem to have qualms with you if that hug was anything to go by. It's been a long day for all of us, and I think MC is quite tired. Poor thing. Bring them to their room, please."

Without a choice, Asmodeus began to move deeper into the mansion. You wanted to scream. You wanted to fight. You wanted claw and punch your way out to freedom with Asmodeus by your side.

But you could feel Solomon's ever-watching eyes burning through you.

Unnaturally golden. Powerful. Victorious. Satisfied.

It was hopeless. You were useless against him. Trying to escape now would nothing but anger him.

So you did what you could.

You wrapped your arms around Asmodeus's neck and allowed yourself to hold him, to hug one of your boys for what could be the last time. Asmo's breath hitched in your ear as you nuzzled into his warmth. "Don't blame yourself," you whispered as tears welled in your eyes. There was a subtle shake in Asmodeus's head as he processed your words. You softly shushed him — you may not be leaving this manor, but you wouldn't let Asmodeus leave blaming himself for you staying. After all, it wasn't his fault Solomon was a god-damn psychopath. "He doesn't hurt me," you reassured as you stubbornly closed your eyes, doing your best to shut out Solomon's stare. "I don't think he ever will. I-I-I'll be okay."

You could feel Asmo's chest heave against you. You knew there was so much that he wanted to say. To you. To Solomon. About this whole situation. You couldn't imagine the questions and horror that must be swimming within that brilliant brain of his. It hurt knowing that Solomon was keeping your lively, beautiful friend imprisoned in his own body.

Before long, you had finally reached your room. Asmodeus brought you to your bed and carefully set you down — his eyes swirling with regret and desperation. You did your best to offer him a look of comfort, but it was hard when you could feel your heart tearing itself apart in your chest,

Solomon let out a pleased hum as he walked into the room behind the two of you. You tensed as he slowly came closer to you. "You must be exhausted, MC." He cooed as he waved a hand over your face.

A strong wave of fatigue washed over you like a wave as you slowly blinked your eyes and unconsciously allowed the wizard to lay you down. "I-I ... I-I'm not ..." You couldn't help but yawn as he affectionately shushed you.

A stifled growl emanated from beside your bed as Asmodeus sneered down at Solomon, his hands jolting and eyes gleaming with blood lust.

Solomon hummed in acknowledgment of the demon and glanced back him; completely unphased by the looming cloud of murder floating in the air. "Always so vocal, Asmodeus." He teased with a stupidly smug grin. "Since you seem to have so much you want to say, I suppose MC could use a bedtime story. Tell us, what were your first thoughts and intentions when you met them."

If it wasn't for the weight that seemed to be growing heavier and heavier on your eyelids, you had no doubt that your eyes would've been as wide as saucers at the request.

Asmodeus clenched his draw, his lips becoming white with how tightly he was attempting to keep them pressed together, but nothing could keep the words from spilling out. "I thought they'd be fun," he gritted. "T-They were a helpless little human, and I thought that I could toy around with them at the very least before they'd get killed. They were nothing. Th-They meant nothing. I made a bet with Satan on how long they'd last."

The tears you had been keeping at bay finally slid down your cheeks — not because of the words the demon were speaking. You knew how all of the brothers saw you when you first arrived, but you also knew how much they had changed and grown to love you. Your tears came because of the pure agony painting Asmodeus's face with every word he spoke. You had never seen the demon look so nauseous.

"Stop it," you fussed with a tired drawl. "E-Enough Solomon. Stop it. I-I don't-. I-I can't just ... Stop this!" You sobbed.

Solomon cooed at your cried. "Aw, you see that Asmodeus? You've upset them."

Asmo panted as the last command ended. "You sick, fucking prick! It's not me that-"

"Hush Asmo," Solomon snapped. "You've done quite enough. Time for you to go on home and forget this ever happened, hm? Remember, you didn't see them here. You and I had a lovely afternoon tea before you took your leave."

As the magical exhaustion finally began to blacken your vision, you could only watch as a dazed expression painted the demon's face before he sharply turned on his heel and walked away.

You hadn't seen or heard any sign of the brothers since then. Although you knew that Asmodeus remembering could've been your ticket out of this strange nightmare, you couldn't help but be grateful that he didn't remember what he was forced to do.

"MC?"

Your headshot up from where you had zoned out. Solomon smiled at you fondly from the other side of the table. "You're quite distracted this evening. Should I take it as a compliment that you're comfortable enough to let down your guard around me now?"

You pursed your lips as you stabbed your fork at the surprisingly edible food on your plate — Solomon had made one of his pact demons make meals for the two of you every day ever since you had gotten sick from consuming too much of his own cooking. "I was just day dreaming about the days when I didn't have to see your stupid face."

Solomon sighed and rested his silverware against the table. "Today isn't a good day, then," he mumbled as he wiped his hands.

You glared fiercely at the wizard. "Fuck you!"

His mouth twitched in amusement as he poured you both a drink. "No need to be so crass." He hesitated for a split second before looking at you and handing you your glass. "Are not even the slightest bit happy here? It's been over a month now. I thought you would've settled and came to your senses. Why can't you see that you're safe here?"

You snarled as you took your drink from him. "Because I was already safe Solomon. Why can't you see that?"

He groaned and ran a hand down his face. "We're not having this conversation again," he took a drink from his glass as his shoulders slumped. "You never understand."

You angrily looked away from the wizard. "Maybe I don't want to understand."

His lips pressed into a thin line as he looked at you carefully. "Would you maybe try to understand if Barbatos or Asmodeus were here with us?"

Your head instantly snapped back to him, your mind vividly playing Asmo's expression — his disgusted, broken, powerless expression — as he told you his past intentions. "You wouldn't," you spat.

He quirked an eyebrow and rolled up his sleeves, showing the pink and teal marks that rested on his forearms. "Wouldn't I? You've seen how easily I can control them. Perhaps you just need a little company. Company whom I can ensure will behave."

And he would do it. You knew he would. This man had no qualms of doing what he had to achieve his goals and visions — he had no cares for the wishes of others. He was a puppeteer and the world were his playthings to conduct as he pleased.

"Y-You'd be giving yourself away," you sputtered desperately. "I'm easy enough to cover up, b-but the brothers and Diavolo would rip you limb for limb the second you take them."

Solomon laughed, somehow amused by the image you painted. "That's the best part! I could bring them in and send them home completely clueless at the end of the day!" His smile, wide and sharp, grew damn-near manic. "It'd be too easy — fun even."

Your stomach churned and thrashed within you at the mere thought. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and timidly shook your head. "N-No," You mumbled. "It's okay. I'm ... I'm fine with the two of us."

You took a sip from your drink as Solomon watched you appraisingly. "If you're sure," he spoke, now back to that frustratingly soft and affectionate tone — you drank more of the beverage to stop yourself from ripping your hair out. "I just want you to feel safe here."

You froze as a strange sense of calm began to trickle into your mind. Your hands trembled weakly as you dropped the cup you had been drinking from. "W-What?" you breathed in confusion. "W-What did you do? Solomon! W-What-" Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. It all felt wrong. Terror was clouding your thoughts but your heart beat remained as steady as ever.

Solomon observed you with a look of pity. "It's alright. I was hoping that we could get along naturally, but ... you're just so stubborn." His eyes widened as he quickly held his hands out in defense. "And that's alright! That's good! It's one of the things I love about you, but it can be so frustrating. Like I said, it's been a month and we still haven't made any progress! You won't even come near me unless I order you to. You're so on edge, and I just know how uncomfortable that must be. I just want you happy! I want you safe!"

"So you drugged me?" You wanted to snap at him, but something slowly cradled the tension around your vocal cords and soothed it until your words came out as nothing but a curious inquiry.

The wizard had the audacity to look at you with pity — as though he wasn't the one to put you here. "Not drugged. I would never do that. It's just a little charm. Something that will put you in a state where you can feel safe here."

You tried to get up, to run, to put as much distance between you and this mad man as possible. But you couldn't.

Your legs gave out beneath you the second you took a step away from the table. Solomon's eyes widened as he surged forward and quickly caught you. "Woah, easy." he shushed, the glimmer of confusion giving away the unease that had begun to root inside of him. "It's alright."

You tried to pull yourself away from him, but your limbs were weighed like stones. A whimper spilled from your lips as your body forcibly became more and more relaxed.

Solomon's eyes flickered to your limb arms and frowned. "Something ... This isn't right," he mumbled to himself. "Something's wrong. MC. MC look at me."

You tried. You honest-to-goodness tried. Even if you despised Solomon, at least you knew him. He was familiar — scarily so at this point. You knew him. You didn't know what was causing your body to ever-so-slowly slacken.

But you couldn't.

Much like when he cast sleep spells on you, you felt your eyes grow heavy as you breathing got slower and slower.

The last thing you heard was Solomon cursing and shouting your name before you were tucked into the darkness. And for the first time since you had been brought to the manor,

you felt safe.

***

Solomon's heart stopped.

This wasn't how this was supposed to go. It was supposed to calm you. To make you a little calmer. He was so tired of the anger, the fear in your eyes when you looked at him. He just wanted you to act like you had before! When there was still that happy glimmer of love that shone to him, and only him when your gaze caught his. It was supposed to make things better.

You were still breathing. He could feel your heart beat. But it was slow.

Why was it so slow?

His breath hitched as he delicately cupped your cheek. "MC, wake up." He whispered. "Wake up. You need to... You can't sleep right now. It's dinner time. You have to wake up."

You didn't even stir.

He hated that you looked so peaceful, that there was a content glow to your skin, an eternal youth that seemed to radiate from your sleeping form.

He rested his forehead against yours. "MC please. Please, please, please, wake up," he prayed. "I didn't mean to. God, this was a mistake. It was supposed to help. We're supposed to be happy now. Please," Tears dripped off his chin and onto your face as he clung onto you tightly. He didn't know what to do. Christ, for the first time in centuries, he was at a complete loss. "Don't leave me. God, I don't want to live without you. Please. Anyone, just. J-Just wake up."

The beating of wings sounded behind him.

"Oh ... Oh my heavenly father." Solomon curled tighter around you as a voice breathed out in horror behind him. "Solomon," The voice choked. "What have you done?"

"They won't wake up," he murmured. "I-It was just supposed to make them feel safe, I don't understand-"

"Answer the question!" He squeezed his eyes shut as a second, notably younger voice sounded on the verge of tears. "What did you do to them?!"

This wasn't supposed to happen. People weren't supposed to stick their noses into his business, his home like this. You were supposed to be awake. And the two of you were supposed to be alone. This was all wrong.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong!

"Leave us alone," he hissed, his voice thick with grief.

He finally turned to face Simeon and Luke, the two angels glaring at him with all the righteous fury of the Celestial realm — People often thought it was the devils and demons who you had to fear. But it was the holy powers above that made the earth cry and flooded civilizations with but a drop of their father's anger. Luke's wings were spread wide, his feathers puffed out in agitation and his tiny fists shook with barely concealed anger and betrayal. Simeon, on the other hand, remained perfectly impassive — his lips tightly pressed as he bore down at the human below him.

"You know we can't do that. You prayed for help, and we answered the call," Simeon solemnly explained. The angel took a deep breath and swallowed thickly as his eyes fell to you. "Are they alive?"

Solomon bristled at the implication, "I would never kill them!"

"Not on purpose." Simeon bit back, raising his chin. "Answer me. Are. They. Alive. Or did your arrogant impulsiveness kill them?"

Solomon could feel himself tremble at the question, even as he felt your heartbeat against his. You were alive. He wouldn't let you die. Of course, you were alive. "They're just a sleep," he replied through gritted teeth, carefully running a hand through your hair.

As his hand came away from your head it was seized by a snarling Luke. He had never seen such anger and repulsion on the face of the child — not even when he met the demons for the first time. "Get your traitorous hands off of them!" Power radiated from his glare as he began to add pressure to his grip. "You've done enough damage as it is."

Solomon tried to yank his wrist away from the angel, but was surprised when his arm barely moved. He settled for a scowl. "I was trying to protect them."

"And look what you did!!!" Luke's eyes glistened as his grip grew dangerously tight. "We heard your prayer! Even you don't know what caused this! You're out of control Solomon and now MC's paid the price!!!"

Solomon roared and raised his to fire off a spell at the angel. The bolt was quickly deflected by Simeon's own spell as he came to stand behind his charge. Solomon seethed at them, feeling his pacts ache and thrash uncomfortably at the surplus of holy energy. "I thought if anyone would understand why this had to be done, it would be you two! Those fiends were hurting them! I brought them here to keep them safe, and they were!" His eyes flickered around the room frantically as a used his free hand to yank at his hair — Simeon took the opportunity to smoothly pull you away from the wizard. "But they weren't happy! They looked at me like- like I was a stranger. Like I was a monster. It didn't matter how much space I gave them, or gifts I lavished them with, o-o-or time! They just- They wouldn't relax! The charm was supposed to help them relax. Help them think properly. I wouldn't- It was never-"

"But it did." Simeon spoke without a hint of mercy. He cradled you with the frailness of handling an injured lamb. Luke sacrificed a second of glaring up at Simeon to glance in your direction and ensure that you really were breathing. His shoulder slumped slightly when he saw the slow — slow slow slow — rise and fall of your chest. His sneer returned to Solomon twice as vicious as before.

Simeon's hand glowed as he rested it on your forehead. His jaw clenched tightly as he slowly raised his gaze to the wizard. "They're in a coma, Solomon. What exactly did you charm them with?"

A coma? No. No, no, no, no. That couldn't be right. Comas aren't safe. This was meant to keep you safe. What went wrong? Why did it go wrong?

Slap

Solomon held his cheek, eyes wide, as he looked at livid Luke in shock. The angel showed not the slightest trace of remorse. "What did you do? Tell us, NOW!"

Simeon didn't even give the boy a sharp look, or any signs of reprimanding — he was too preoccupied looking you over for further injuries.

"It was a charm. A simple charm," Solomon finally confessed in defeat. "One that was supposed to put them into a state where they felt safe here. It was supposed to make them happy! And everything was going to be okay!" He couldn't help the small smile that climbed onto his face as he thought of the dream he had designed for the two of you — for the way things were meant to be.

Luke stared at him with nothing but absolute loathing in his eyes. "You've gone aboslutely insane, haven't you? There isn't a sliver of humanity left in that tainted, carcass of yours."

The wizard growled deeply. "It should've worked."

"Perhaps it would've if MC hadn't felt the only way to be safe here was in their sleep," the younger angel and the wizard's staring contest was quickly interrupted by Simeon's comment. They both blinked at him in confusion. Simeon's gaze hardened. "You said the charm puts them in a state where they feel safe? Congratulations. They were so terrified that they only found safety in their unconsciousness."

Solomon's bones creaked beneath Luke's grasp. "That's not possible," Solomon gasped. "I gave them everything they needed. I never hurt them-"

"Enough!" Simeon finally snapped, his voice ringing through the manor like a holy choir. "I have had enough of your excuses and the mad ravings of a possessed man. I am going to save this precious human and I swear on my father's sacred name that you will never touch them again. You will be accosted for your sins, Solomon. It is time that you finally face consequences."

Solomon hissed as Luke's hand suddenly began to burn against his wrist. "What are you doing?!"

Luke's expression didn't even budge as he tilted his head. "What? I thought you'd recognize this? After all," his baby-blue eyes, once so bright and innocent, darkened with unfaltering vigor. "You used tortured MC with it."

Solomon didn't get the chance to reply.

A contorted scream resonated through the manor and shook the very walls around them as pure, blinding pain blazed through Solomon's body. He writhed as divine flames cleansed him from the inside out and cremated every ounce of infernal power within him. The marks that once decorated his body like medals of honor lit up in bright white light and slowly crumbled to ash.

"S T O P I T!!!" His voice echoed with the cries and screams of the demons conjoined to him. He arched his back as his eyes glowed a glittering gold. "STOP THIS!!! THEY'RE MINE! I COMMAND YOU!"

Even as he screamed, Luke's grasp only grew tighter. "This what you put MC through," he spat even as his hand trembled. "You made them scream. Beg. For you, their friend, to stop. To show them mercy, but you didn't. You broke them," Luke's wings flared behind him as tears poured down his cheeks and his voice cracked. "Now I will make sure you will never have the power to do so again."

The silver ashes of his pact marks swirled around him as Solomon howled and fell to his knees. With a final mangled wail, an angelic light erupted from the wizard and he collapsed onto the ground.

Luke gasped he quickly let go of Solomon's hand and stumbled away from him. "I-Is he ... Did I ..." he asked in a watery tone.

"No," Simeon reassured softly as he held you tightly against him. "He's not dead, but he'll have no magic when he wakes."

Luke's lip wobbled as he nodded his head firmly. "G-Good," he quietly sniffled and looked back you with saddened, but relieved eyes. "Are they going to be okay?"

Simeon nodded and smiled gently at his charge. "They will be. I think it's time we bring them home."

***

Lucifer can't remember the last time he slept.

How could he? It had been nearly two months since they had seen any sign of you. Two months since he had last seen your smile. Two months since he had been scolded by you for work habits. Two months since he had nearly been crashed into as you squealed and fled from a laughing Mammon. Two months since his family had been whole.

Two months since you had reached out to him desperately as something forced your pacts to shatter and he failed you.

There wasn't a second during this time that one of the brothers wasn't looking for you. They needed to find you. They needed you back. They couldn't lose you too.

Lucifer was at the dining room table — which had since long become a base of operations for your search — flipping through the timeline of events leading to your disappearance that he, Mammon and Solomon had pieced together near the beginning of your disappearance.

It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before but maybe ...

He startled as he heard a thump, and looked over to see Belphie jolting up from where he and Beelzebub were looking over a map of the Human Realm. He frowned in concern, "Go rest. If you're that exhausted, than you might as well go sleep somewhere comfortable."

"Fuck off," the youngest scoffed. "Like you're any better. Have you seen your eyebags?"

Lucifer opened his mouth to retort when a high pitch scream rang through the house. Everyone in the room winced at the unfortunately familiar sound.

"I'll get him," Satan groaned as he got to his feet. "I thought Asmo's nightmares were starting to go away?"

Mammon flinched as another scream flooded the room. "Apparently not. This one seems bad. I'll come with ya."

The remaining brothers tried to get back to work, but Asmodeus's cries only grew louder. Leviathan shifted in worry, "This ... What do you think he dreamed about this time for it to be so bad?"

Beel frowned deeply. "Usually they're about MC. The last one he said he was holding them down while they were begging him to let them go. I don't want to think what could cause him to act like this. You know Asmo. This isn't like him."

Lucifer pressed his lips into a thin line at his brothers' words. They were right. This was much much worse than Asmodeus's usual night terrors.

The dining room doors burst open as Mammon rushed in holding a pale and sweating Asmodeus as the younger whimpered in pain. Satan hurried in behind them. "Not a dream! I don't know what the fuck this is, but it's not a dream!" Satan barked.

Asmodeus panted as he clung onto his older brother. "I-It's Solomon. His p-pacts! FUCK! I-It's like MC all over again!"

The room collectively choked on their breaths as Asmodeus let out a shaky breath and his shoulders slumped. "It's done. Whatever i-i-it is. Whatever the fuck just happened, it's over. I-I don't know ... I-I need to ... I should check on him," he gasped even as his legs wobbled beneath him.

"Yeah no. Ya ain't goin' anywhere like this. Solomon's strong. If somethin' is messin' with him, ya shouldn't be anywhere near it like this," Mammon chided as he supported the weak demon.

Levi nervously eyed the two, "But that serves the question of what could've-"

No further questions could be asked as white light filled the room causing all the demons to recoil.

As the light dimmed, a shaken Luke and Simeon stood before them with- "MC," Lucifer breathed as he rushed to the pair, his brothers not far behind him.

Belphie gawked incomprehensively as he stared at your unconcious body in the angel's arms. "What happened?! Where did you find them? Why are they-"

Asmodeus's breath hitched as he held a hand over his mouth. "It wasn't just a nightmare, was it?" He whimpered. "S-Solomon had them. That's why the pacts just- And why my memories from my visit were fuzzy a-and ... O-Oh my Diavolo."

Satan's eye twitched as wrapped an arm around his brother. "Is he still alive?"

Simeon nodded and moved pass the demons to lay you on the table. "Yes. And he will be staying alive until his end comes, and not by your hand. He has been dealt with."

Lucifer growled as he glared at the angel. "I think we'll be the judge of that."

Luke groaned loudly, "Please. Now isn't the time for more fighting. You need to focus on MC," he met Lucifer's eyes without so much as a flinch. "He charmed them. They won't wake up until they feel safe."

Levi shakily reached out to caress your face as he glanced over at Luke. "And you brought them here?"

Simeon gave a small, sad smile. "Of course. You're their family."

Mammon's eyes flickered back and forth between you and the angels. "I- ... You ..." He paused as he looked at your peacefully sleeping body and sighed. "This conversation ain't over." He took your hand into his own and pulled up a seat beside you as he pressed his lips against your knuckles.

Beel hummed and joined his brother at the table. Simeon stiffened as the demon's large, glistening, grateful eyes locked onto his. "Thank you. I don't know what you did to get them back but ... We'll never be able to repay you."

Simeon waved his hand to dismiss the comment. "We only did what was right."

One by one, the brothers took a seat around and held you as though they would never be able to hold you again. No words were spoken. No one pointed out the silent tears that dripped down cheeks. No one commented on the trembling hands as they rubbed comforting circles into your skin. No one paid any mind to the shaking shoulder or the quiet sobs that followed.

They simply held you. Maybe they weren't connected to you like they once were, but you were still theirs.

There, surrounded by the brothers, your boys, your protectors, at some ungodly hour in the morning, the air in the room stilled as your breath quickened and your eye lids fluttered.

There in the safety of the House of Lamentation once more did you awake. Not alone in a manor. Or being watched by cold, golden eyes.

But held by firm, gloved hands. To the whispered a shaking accented voice. To the whimpers of a familiar anxious whine. The trembles of a restrained, desperate grasp. The sobs of a mournful, broken heart. A matching set of pleading amethyst eyes. There, you awoke, to your family, where you truly belonged.

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