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Mephistopheles is such an interesting character to me because there are atleast two people that we know about that could easily overthrow Diavolo, one of which being Mephistopheles. It's implied that Mephisto and his family made some kind of deal when he was you to keep Diavolo safe and happy and Barbatos just chooses not to.
It's very much implied that Mephistopheles made this deal as a child, maybe because Diavolo's father knew he wouldn't be around to protect him and he couldn't garentee that Barbatos wouldn't just overthrow a child. If Mephistopheles can do literally anything if contractually obligated he, in theory, is just as strong as Barbatos.
Something happened between Lucifer and Mephistopheles. Maybe they beat the crap out of each other. Maybe the fucked silly style. Maybe they shared a drunken kiss one night thousands of years ago and never managed to bring it up when they're sober. I don't know what, but something happened and Diavolo had something to do with it.
Anyways I'm incredibly normal about these three
Lucifer looks like one of those parents that screams at their kid's track meet. Like swearing and screaming so loud you can hear him across the field.
Everyday I get a little bit more obsessed with Simeon/Satan lore. The theory that if Simeon chose to fall with the brothers instead of being neutral like he was means that Satan probably wouldn't have existed. It's shown multiple times that Simeon and Satan have very similar interests, personalities, and opinions, the major difference being that Satan is very emotional to the point of self destruction and Simeon masks his emotions to the point of being self destructive. Also the implications that Simeon's major sin being wrath (represented by his glowsticks) and how its implied that he was always destined to permanently leave the celestial realm one way or another. SOLOMARE!!!! DROP MORE LORE AND MY LIFE IS YOOOOUUURSSS!
I'm so tired of people trying to convince me to like characters. I'll say I don't like Belphie because he killed us and get a bunch of comments like: "Oh well, he was going through alot of trauma and he apologized for manipulating and murdering us in cold blood!" Okay, and? Still murdered and manipulated us and then had the nerve to cuddle up on us right after like nothing happened.
I'm not saying you can't like a character and it's not childish to hold a grudge against a fictional character. Belphie was a villain in the story. Villains are made to be disliked, at least at first. Not to mention his redemption was rushed and halfed-assed.
Also I hate the argument that I should keep that same energy for Barbatos and Diavolo since they willingly sent us to our death or Levi, Beel, and Lucifer since they attempted to kill/harm us.
Guess what? I don't care. They are fictional. I can pick and choose who I want to like or not. It is not harming anybody to not liking a fictional, unfeeling character. A person doesn't lack of media literacy or have a misunderstanding of a character just because they don't like them. The sooner people understand that the less issues this already problematic fandom will have.
I also just remembered the fact that Simeon is canonically kinda isolated and low-key discriminated against in the celestial realm for being a fence sitter during the celestial war as well as being demoted. Even before the war he didn't have alot of friends because of his private nature but after the war it seems like he literally only talks to Raphael, Michael, and Luke because everyone else basically shuns him or is uncomfortable around him.
He also says that the brothers had always had a special bond that even he can't seem to emulate so he was always an outsider even when he was with who he felt was his closest family, just like Satan feeling like he'll never have the same bond as his brothers because he wasn't there a majority of their lives. I'm so normal about these two.
Everyday I get a little bit more obsessed with Simeon/Satan lore. The theory that if Simeon chose to fall with the brothers instead of being neutral like he was means that Satan probably wouldn't have existed. It's shown multiple times that Simeon and Satan have very similar interests, personalities, and opinions, the major difference being that Satan is very emotional to the point of self destruction and Simeon masks his emotions to the point of being self destructive. Also the implications that Simeon's major sin being wrath (represented by his glowsticks) and how its implied that he was always destined to permanently leave the celestial realm one way or another. SOLOMARE!!!! DROP MORE LORE AND MY LIFE IS YOOOOUUURSSS!
I always think of that OBM chat were Mammon wants to move out from the HoL and asks the Mc to join him before he realizes that he'll have to pay rent if he moves out and drops the whole thing. I also sometimes think about how it's cannon that Mammon "runs away" for long periods of time (before Lucifer drags him back or he forgets his stuff at home) but it made me wonder if he would ever be serious about running away with Mc cause think about it, more Mc he doesn't have to share, no responsibility for a while, no annoying brothers to deal with. It be a short stretch of heaven for him.
Even if he did move out of the HoL I think he'd be no more than a five minute walk away. He'd move out for "more freedom" and still spend most of his time at the HoL.
I hate it when Obey me fics make MC the enemy of the people, public enemy #1 for no reason. Every female in the general vicinity hates MC and is jealous of them being so close to the brothers. Succubi are the scum of the earth in the fics and all of them are sassy, mean, borderline psychopaths that need to sleep with the brothers so bad that they'll falcon punch MC before doing the cupid shuffle on their grave. This even happened to Thirteen when she first showed up in the game. Yeah we know the MC is still at risk of being attacked but they are basically a celebrity and most people respect or fear them.
MC canonically attracts demons and other mystical creatures. We need to stop acting like the MC knows nobody but the main cast and wakes up every day with glass bones and paper skin. It's genuinely getting old and it's getting on my nerves. Idk I think it might just be a me thing.
i want a recording of Lucifer to wake me up :(
Have some Obey Me! chat and call drabble.
IDK if there's spoilers or whatever but enjoy some minimal effort content. <3
Baby... Those aren't the feelings I thought you were gonna say. Well, coming from Beel that's definitely a complement but I thought you were finally gonna say that you're in love with me. :(
LUCI STOP BEING MEAN AND GIVE YOUR MAN A VOICE NOTE!! TELL HIM ✨rise n shine✨ in the mornings. You're making him cry!!
Is that a promise?
When I first got this one, I was worried Barbs caught us fucking or something. Ugh I'm glad it was just about coupons though.
Beel is so fucking adorable, and I love how he worries so much about his brothers. Even if he's not that expressive in his words or expressions, his actions speak louder than a fucking jet engine.
Again, BEEL'S LOVE FOR HIS BROTHERS IS UNMATCHEDDDDD!!!!
NO NO NO NO NO!! Tell me!! What's going to happen if we spend my birthday together again?!?! I WANNA KNOWWW!! TELL ME RIGHT NOWWWW!!!
Oh, honey your trust isn't the only thing you can put in me if you know what I mean. ;)
Asmo is so real for telling Levi not to judge a book by its cover and then immediately and HUMBLY correcting himself because he was proven wrong. We love a humble and smart king.
<3
I have an ask coming out soon and I'm gonna try to work on the next smutshot soon. Enjoy!!
The First annual Devil-lympics
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Whilst MC was talking to Solomon, the subject of the olympics came about and ,coincidentally, Diavolo happened to overhear , as well as the residents of purgatory hall and the brothers. Intrigued , Diavolo urged you to tell them more about this grand ‘festival’ which was revolved around sports.
“So it’s a big competition for which country is the best at sports?” Simeon inquired his interest peaked, thought not as much as Lord Diavolo.
You and Solomon both nodded your heads, almost in perfect sync with each other as you began to go on about events and whatnot.
Diavolo sat and listened intently as you explained all of this, his eyes lighting up at every little detail and hanging onto every word you said. He made a mental note of all the sports and ceremonies included and he even (somehow) remembered the smallest facts which were dropped into the conversation , like how the Olympic Games were cancelled in 393AD and didn’t start again for another 1,500 years! Of course Solomon also assisted majorly in the explanation, I mean, he had lived through all of the Olympic Games and he was able to provide further input on topics you weren’t well-versed on.
The the conversation had sparked an idea in dia’s head, as did many other human world festivities.
“What if we had our own olympics in the Devildom?” He said,speaking to no one in particular. Before anyone answered he continued ,
“It would be a wonderful way to allow students to display sportsmanship and teamwork , as well as include teaching customs from the human world”
Now this seemed to peak everyone’s interest, majority agreed that this may be a good opportunity and a smart one at that. Some others weren’t so keen on this, specifically belphie, leviathan and lucifer. It wasn’t that lucifer didnt think it was a good idea but he thought the concept may be rushed into and not prepared properly. Meanwhile in Levi’s case, the idea of a full day of sports was exhausting , let alone over two weeks ?!(Olympics lasted 19 days this summer).Even belphie agreed it would be too much—then again he was never quite keen on things to do with sport, unless it came to beel.
Still, Diavolo was adamant and insisted that it would promote physical activity (Levi rolled his eyes here) , wellbeing and would be a strengthening opportunity as well as reassuring that they not all students would have to participate in every race and most likely they’d only have to exert themselves for only a little with large breaks in between every event.
And so began the planning of first devil-lympics (?)
Well, Diavolo and barbatos thought it would be best if it were to be held within the confines of RAD, as he was raving about how it was going to nourish the bond of the exchange and it would simply be easier. If there were any events which needed more equipment or larger lengths (take swimming, track, ext) , he could always just rent out somewhere , he was the prince of the devildom after all.
Then came the problem of teams or more exactly who would / should participate. He and others agreed that the exchange students should participate but it was also considered that the Olympics were supposed to be for athletes who pushed the boundaries of the human body and he worried about some—cough cough luke—and wondered if it would be safe for them to do without exerting too much energy.
So, they decided to do something that Solomon suggested, An arts section in the Olympics. Solomon had explained that in the early Olympic games , there would be a category for art/the arts. This meant that painters , sculptors, architects, musicians and writers could be granted a gold medal, all entries would have to be sport themed. The reason it was no longer in the human world games was because it was very disorganised and the guidelines kept changing. Sometimes the voting jury didn’t think anything was appealing and so they didn’t choose the medalist. So, after 40 years of the arts being included, it was removed in 1948.
Needless to say, the demon lord’s intrigue was peaked once again and he decided that some may do that.
It was determined afterwards that the brothers, purgatory hall , the sports teams (including some from other schools), MC and the demons especially talented at sports at RAD would be able to participate if they had beat others or ,like in the human world , came high in their rankings overall.
Needless to say those like Levi , belphie and asmo who weren’t too keen on the idea of sports were entered to be a part of the arts section (though Levi might have been secretly signed up for some swimming events) And so, the first RAD devil-lympics was set!
Sweet dreams ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁
I was bored so I wrote a fic, just a bunch of fluff! A very short summary :You fall asleep whilst lucifer is working^^
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Lucifer’s room was filled with a deafening silence, perhaps the only sign of life in the room was the scratching of a fountain pen or an occasional flipping of paperwork along with various other documents that were engulfing lucifer’s desk . An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he gazed at the time shown on the clock, it was already 1 in the morning and he was still not done with half of the lot. Nonetheless he trudged on, a hand supporting his forehead as he wrote pages upon pages of paragraphs and signed numerous documents.
The time read 1:33AM on the clock. The avatar of pride was so engrossed in his duties that he didn’t even realise his door being gently pushed open by none other than you. Peeking your head in, you notice how intensely he is working and make an attempt to sneak away. Unfortunately, as soon as you were about to leave, he spotted you.
‘MC’ he began, his voice deep and laced with fatigue.
‘Is something the matter?’ He continued , looking up from his paperwork and taking his glasses off to polish the lenses
Your gaze sifts from him then to his work and figuring it would be best not to trouble him at such an hour, you consider making up some half-hearted excuse and leaving. Though looking at him once more and seeing his pale complexion and his eye bags ,which were like deep trenches, make you think otherwise.
‘Would you like me to help? You look , in the nicest way possible, extremely worn-out. How about a short break?’ You suggested
He shook his head at the proposal.
‘I’m afraid most of this needs to be done by tomorrow—or more accurately today’ he corrected himself , remembering the time on the clock.
‘Though your company would be appreciated’ he added. The eldest was awfully aware of the soothing effect you had on him, what a strange sensation it was in his heart.
And so, he motions for you to come in fully, telling you to sit in a chair—he doesn’t mind which.
Sitting down into one of the plush chairs the room faded into pin-drop silence once more. You scanned the interior of his room; bottles of aged demonus on shelves, paintings and records of various music genres lined up neatly. Your attention is caught by these records as an idea pops into your head.
‘Could I play one of these, perhaps it could help you relax or concentrate on work?’ You suggest, pointing at the rack
He cranes his head backwards and after a pause , he nodsand with a charming smile ‘that would be nice’ escapes from his lips.
So, you reach over and contort your position ever so slightly to reach his records. You flip through them, sirens songs, concertos and opera arias , until finally you find one titled ‘the lamia’s lullaby’. You proceed to take it out and begin to play it.
The melody echoing through the room is soft and gentle, alluring like a sirens song though with a tone sweeter than any of the angel’s cupcakes. Music dances through the air as your eyes begin to grow weary and your mind begins to drift to dreamland, a yawn emerging from you. Your head rests into the plush of the seat and your eyes flutter close.
Upon noticing you have fallen asleep, he chuckles. Pausing from his duties, he stands up and carries you onto his bed, bridal style, careful not to wake you. He places you down carefully onto the bed and positions you comfortably. After he tucks you in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as the music lulls you to sleep.
‘Sweet dreams’
Thinking about you borrowing their clothes>>>
This has literally only been read over twice so I’m so sorry about any mistakes in grammar or punctuation!! I was feeling kind of sleepy when I wrote this so…
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Imagine stealing lucifers big coat and wearing it around the Devildom like a blanket, maybe wearing his gloves when you want to feel him holding your hand and he isn’t there. His clothes are like a piece of security, like a guardian angel. Perhaps in this a guardian-devil.
Stealing mammons glasses and his jacket, whenever he sees you wearing them he goes a scarlet red that roses would even envy. That and he will boast nonstop about how you’re wearing his clothes ‘of course ya would ,I’m the great mammon after all!’
Appearing infront of Levi with his specially designed anime hoodies and Ruri -chan sweatshirts that you had borrowed. This serene proceeded him to display the definition of red on his face. He’s actually elated you chose him out of anyone else, he doesn’t feel like a crappy otaku (for now)
Sneaking into satans room and draping his coat over yourself when you’re cold, he was irritated when his jacket went missing but seeing you in it calmed the raging storm and brought tranquility in his mind. He cannot stay angry at you, it seems. You ended up reading together.
Asmo and you practically share clothes with how much is borrowed and taken. He’s so generous,too. You practically both have half your wardrobes full of each others clothes. Additionally, you even go dhoooing together He loves seeing you in his clothes, it filled him with such a fuzzy feeling in his heart.
Wearing beel’s fangol jerseys when you want to support his team or just in general. He sees you wearing them in a game? He somehow starts playing with rapid speed and extra swiftness. He sees you wearing them around the house? At dinner, You have a little extra on the portion on your food (he made sure to hold back for you while eating)
Wearing any of belphies nightclothes allow him to have better dreams. Seeing you clothed in what he’s worn just soothes him, he does end up dreaming about you in his dream and proceeds to recount it tp you in the morning via a text. Though if he’s feeling particularly productive (which is rare) he’ll recount it on the way to school if he ends up walking with you.
Late-night Activities
(some highly suggestive Obey Me! Lucifer x reader)
It was pure coincidence that Lucifer walked past your room in the middle of the night and noticed you weren't sleeping. The door was cracked open just a hair, allowing him to spot the ever-so-slight light of your phone illuminating the back wall. It was a peculiar time for you to be awake, especially considering the awful cold you were fighting off.
He knocked twice and entered, leaning through the doorway. "You're supposed to be resting. Can't sleep?"
"Mmh," you affirmed, your eyes glued to the phone screen. You sniffled and shifted over to make room on the edge of your bed, holding back a cough. "I found some funny videos that kept me up. Want to see?"
Lucifer gladly took the offered seat, sliding off his shoes before propping a leg up on the bed and sitting beside you. You raised the phone up while he leaned over, meeting each other halfway.
The video was alright. Silly human children doing stupid human things. They reminded Lucifer of his brothers, but not enough to elicit a laugh. "This is what's keeping you up? You should be resting. We need you back at RAD."
"I'm alright," you asserted. "The cough is mostly gone."
As if on cue, you were sent into a hacking fit, naturally curling your knees up to your chest as you tried to catch your breath in between coughs. It lasted for nearly a minute. Lucifer furrowed his brow and gazed at you with worry, a hand hovering over your back if the need for it arose.
You stretched out when the cough finally subsided and took a deep breath. "See? I'm fine," you claimed, visibly winded and voice raspy.
"Yes, I see, clear as day," Lucifer agreed sarcastically. You couldn't see his eyes rolling in the dark.
The phone screen changed color rapidly as you scrolled through its endless content in pursuit of another video. Preferably one Lucifer would like. He observed you in concern, with zero interest for anything on the screen.
"If you're so bored, how about we do something else instead?" he offered.
Lucifer shifted his entire weight onto the bed. You softly tumbled into one of his legs while he moved the other into a straddling position, setting a hand next to your shoulder. He popped a few shirt buttons and began loosening his tie. The dangling fabric tickled your chin. Everything suddenly smelled like Lucifer.
You tapped the top edge of the phone against your nose, hiding your blushing face as the screen went dark. "What are we going to do?"
"Why don't I show you?" his deep voice rumbled as the tips of his fingers caressed your neck. You shuddered at the touch. He moved your hands away from your face, placing the phone far out of reach while adoring your expression. "I need you to look only at me."
You rubbed your knees together, but Lucifer squeezed your legs shut between his thighs. "Don't move unless I say so."
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat and taking another deep breath. The demon pinned you under his weight.
Lucifer took hold of your arms and bound your wrists together with his tie. The Avatar of Pride was exceptionally skilled at tying things up, as he had proved countless times before. When your hands were firmly restrained, he gave the tie a quick yank for good measure, holding the opposite end lightly between his fangs. You clenched your fists.
"Too tight?" he asked.
It was incredibly difficult to move and a little uncomfortable, but for Lucifer, you could deal with it. You shook your head, no.
"Good."
He pulled the tie through the metallic filigree of the bed's headboard, ensuring your arms would stay up above your head no matter what happened next. You got a good view of his muscles through the undone shirt buttons as he loomed over you to finish his preparations.
With your arms firmly bound in place, Lucifer gave you an embrace, pulling your head against his chest. His heartbeat was oddly calm, though your own was racing so fast that you didn't notice. He kissed the top of your head and tantalizingly worked his way down, sliding his whole body against yours as he kissed your ear, then your cheek.
"You're so hot," he sighed.
You melted under his words and squeezed your eyes shut, ready for what may come.
"Good. Keep those eyes shut for me," he cooed into your neck. You felt his hands sliding down your sides through the covers.
"Here's what's going to happen," Lucifer whispered, pulling your blanket up over your shoulders and rubbing his hands across your body as he tucked you in. "You're going to get a very, very good night's sleep. And you're going to recover from that cold."
His weight instantly disappeared as he got up, put his shoes back on in one smooth motion, and walked across the room. It happened so quickly, your brain had trouble catching up to reality. You opened your eyes and frantically turned to watch his smug figure walk out the door.
"Lucifer!?" you called in confusion.
"Good night," he called back. "I don't want to find you on your phone again."
You tugged at the restraints, but he was too good. Not only was your phone all the way on the opposite end of the bed, but your arms were firmly stuck above your head. Writhing about only caused the covers he so carefully swaddled to come a little loose. They were still warm with his body heat. It was quiet, no matter how much you thrashed your legs and huffed in frustration, triggering another coughing fit.
"Lucfier! You're going to pay for this!"
Lucifer knew something was wrong. He was not fond of how Diavolo had called for you, his tone was soft nearly vulnerable, unlike his 24/7 happy-go-lucky voice. He had a feeling where this was going....
He is a friend nonetheless, and as much as his pride wont let him to confess; he overthinks often.
You were in the living room devilsiting with the others. The serenity manor is huge and with all his brothers there, he could almost mistake it for House Of Lamentation.
He crawls behind your seat on the couch, his hand almost touching your shoulder. almost.
"Mc, Diavolo was looking for you"
His voice calm, contradicting the twist in his guts. He should be above such feelings.
You comply, of course you do, Diavolo's your friend too. He wants to stop you, he almost does.
"Hey Mc..."
"Actually, Nevermind"
He shouldn't. Diavolo is a friend and he wants to see MC, for whatever reason that's none of his concern.
Living with his obnoxious brothers who bring chaos and trouble anywhere they go, no one knows and cherishes privacy and peace like lucifer does.
Then why, he asks himself, why is he trying to spot the both of you from the window and why are his feet leading him to the poolside when he can't see you through the window?
It's too late now, he's already in earshot and unnoticed. As Diavolo starts speaking his ears perk up.
Diavolo confesses about the cursed karaoke room, which was quite obvious, for Lucifer at least. He'll hear a word or two from Lucifer but that's a different thing. He's apologising now-
Lucifer sighs with a tinge or relief he'll refuse to admit. Achieveing that assurance made him turn, ready to head back inside before he got caught.
"Whenever we're together. I have so much fun"
Lucifer halts at the words, a sinking feeling now present in his gut.
"I feel sort of nervous and yet happy at the same time"
Oh did Lucifer know that feeling. That feeling of butterflies, that feeling that drives you to be the best version of yourself, that feeling that gets your heart racing the feeling when you love someone. He was good at concealing them but they're feelings nonetheless. But for the first time in his life, Lucifer wished he was wrong.
"Um, MC... There's actually one more thing I wanted to tell you.."
Please don't.
Lucifer, too focused on the conversation that was playing out in front of him, had his fists clenched so tight, his knuckles were white and his nails were a breath away from drawing blood from his palms. It is also note-worthy, the look he was giving Diavolo, was enough to freeze devildom over.
He didn't get it. Why was he suddenly feeling so intense? Diavolo, like every other, has the right to his feelings, and he himself doesn't have a claim on MC.
"I truly adore you, MC and I..."
He also might have been drugged, cause no way in devildom was he so close to punching Diavolo's face, while sober.
And thank Barbatos that he made his entrance at the right time.
He wouldn't punch Diavolo, that was just the anger talking.
He lies to himself.
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Love at Second Sight
I was trying something new with this so please forgive me if this didn't turn out well lol.
You and Simeon are told to perform at the RAD talent show but Simeon realises that he likes you more than a friend.
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You and Simeon have always been close. You were the type of friends that people assumed that you were dating each other, which made certain demons VERY upset upon hearing about. Nothing more than just good friends, Simeon was more than happy with that. You though? Absolutely whipped for him. But no one needs to know that, apart from Asmo whenever the two of you have a stereotypical girls night.
RAD decided to have a talent show, it was Diavolo's impulsive decision but the majority of the school seemed to be interested in the idea either way. Posters were plastered around the school, everyone was chatting about it, what they were gonna do, some were nervous about not getting picked after they've auditioned.
And guess what? Today was the day of the talent show!
You and Simeon were dressed up. Simeon wearing a black suit with a white tie and a white mask that covered half of his face. You were wearing a white flared dress, wearing a black mask that covered the opposite half of your face. The dress hugged your body so nicely, Simeon almost mistaken you for an angel.
The only reason why the two of you were performing was because of a special request from Diavolo. Something about bringing the realms closer because of the performance somehow?? It's not like you could say no to the future king, he was talking so happily and passionately about it, of course you and Simeon had to agree to it.
"Simeon, I'm nervous, what if I mess up?"
"If you mess up, I'll mess up worse so they'll pay more attention to me." He chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood. The two of you shared a small giggle, listening out for the backstage crews orders of when to start moving into place. "I'll be with you, MC."
"You guys are on soon, please make your way towards the opposite side of the stage and stay behind the curtains until Lord Diavolo calls you on." The sound of rushing footsteps and the clicking of heels. Simeon felt your arms wrap around his, followed by a quiet apology.
"I'm still not used to wearing these heels yet."
The two of you waited, watching the people before you perform coming to an end. A loud applause, whistles shortly came after. The lights turned off, the spotlight going back on to the future king who was being the host of the show. The backstage crew switfly rushed on to the stage, removing all the band equipment off.
"I never knew how talented students here were! We're almost at the end now, for our last performance we have our two exchange students, Simeon and MC, finishing the night off with a lovely waltz! Please welcome them on to the stage!"
That was the sign, get on the stage.
Simeon grabbed your hand, gently pulling you on. You got into your starting position, waiting for the music to start. His right hand on your back while his left hand was holding your right. You rested your upper left hand on his shoulder and looked up at him, not realising how close the two of you are until just now.
He couldn't tell if his heart was racing because of being on stage or if it was because how he was so physically close to you. Face only inches away, body almost pressed up against each other. You were just a really good friend, he's cuddled with you before, held you hand and linked arms numerous of times. So why is it now that he's so nervous to do so?
The music started playing, snapping him out of his thoughts.
The two of you start moving to the song. A song telling a story of one's soul dying and dancing on in the after life. You playing the role of the dead soul and Simeon playing the role as death, leading the soul away into a comforting after life.
The duo moved around on the stage, using as much of the space to your advantage to dance freely to the music. The spotlights following after the two of you. Every time the angel watched you spin, he felt like his heart could burst out of his chest. He'd have his arm wrapped around your waist every time he dipped you before pulling you back up, continuing on with the performance.
Everyone could see the connection between the two of you, they saw how you looked at each other, how carefree the two of you were on stage. The smiles shared between the two, the way one would get a bit embarrassed when their face is too close to the other, how fluently everything felt. You guys suited each other.
You looked so gorgeous in the dress, the way the dress flared out as you spun before he pulled you back in, bodies occasionally being pressed up against each other's, hand still in hand. The look you had in your eyes, he knew you were still feeling anxious but at least you were having fun. The look in his eyes were filled with such endearment, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. It felt like a cheesy romance fairy tale.
He was starting to notice things that he felt like he should've noticed so much earlier on. How you hand fit so perfectly into his, how holding you and having his hands on you didn't feel awkward or unwanted, how you kept your eyes on him and how big of a smile you had every time he pulled you back in after spinning you.
Your smile, oh god, your smile. He loved it so much. The way your eyes light up when you smile, the way the light are hitting your eyes so perfectly to show their true colours.
He loved you.
Oh man, oh lord, oh god. How long has he had these feelings that he never realised were there?
Lilith, was this how you felt? To fall in love with someone that you might get in trouble for being with? He has a better understanding of it now.
The end of the dance came slowly. It ended with you lying in his arms, pretending to be dead. He was sat on his knees, holding your body close to his. An applaud followed by whistles and cheering filled up the room.
You opened your eyes to look at him, smiling up at him as he was doing the same to you. Your lips, they look so soft. Your face was close to his once again, as if it wasn't the whole time the two of you twirled on stage. He has never felt the urge to kiss someone in his entire life.
It felt like it was just the two of you, the loud noises from people were shut off, none of that was happening to him. He was so focused on you, your lips... You. He trailed his hand up your neck, cupping your cheek and leaning in towards you. How much self control does he have left?
"Simeon?"
"MC please, can I kiss you?" Apperently none, it almost came out as a beg. You nodded your head at him before he quickly dove in, pressing his lips against yours. The cheers and the whistling got louder. The loudest the room has ever been tonight.
"I think-- no, I know, I'm now aware of how much love I have for you. I never realised how much I wanted to keep you by my side, how I never want to let go of you. I'm in love with you, MC, I really am."
Belphegor's Favorite Scents
or alternatively, what does Belphie smell in an Amortentia Potion?🤔
Ozone and petrichor, the rumble of thunder, raindrops hitting dry soil.
“I like the rain,” Lilith said to him once, when they were so much younger—the two of them wet from head to toe, laughing and stomping in puddles.
He didn't understand why she liked it so much, but he joined her in the rain anyway. They went home shivering and Lilith had started sneezing halfway there, but the bright smiles on their faces stopped Lucifer from lecturing them for too long.
“I like the rain,” Belphie says, millennia later, Lucifer frowning at him as he leaves wet tracks across the entrance hall carpet.
Lucifer opens his mouth only to close it again. There's something in his eyes, the same thing that is mirrored on his youngest brother's face. Because Belphie isn't the only brother that misses Lillith. Not the only one who looks at the rain like it'll bring their little sister back. Not the only one that has thunderstorms on the roof of his heart.
And so, Lucifer sighs and doesn't lecture him for too long.
He smells caramel and roasted peanuts and butter.
“You'll feel as if you're floating through a sparkling, amethyst-hued dream. A dream glimpsed while gazing into a glass of wine lit by the night sky.”
It's a memory, he dimly realizes, one he used to remember fondly.
The cold evening air. Bright lights and loud music. Children laughing. The applause of a crowd as an acrobat lands safely on the ground. A man flying in the air, hands reaching the trapezes.
Broken promises of bringing Beel and Lilith to see the next performance.
“I promise you, it will be something truly special, like a wonderful, fleeting vision granted to you by the magic of a shooting star.”
The memory feels too bittersweet now; the magic has left him.
The soothing scent of lavender and jasmine.
It reminds him of his visits to Devildom Botanical Garden, falling asleep on of the benches, surrounded by purple and white. He liked the smell, he said once to Lucifer. The next time he went to the planetarium, he saw the same purples and whites in glass vases and pots.
Now, he connects the smell to the stars. To the meteor showers and the bright moon and the two stars that shines close to each other.
“Those twin stars,” he says softly on the rare occasions when his twin joins him in stargazing, “they're our stars, Beel.”
And they'll keep talking all night, recounting constellations, lying down shoulder to shoulder, until both of them are lulled back to sleep by the floral fragrant.
You join Belphie on nights when sleep eludes you. He is wide awake though everytime you do and he finds himself preferring to gaze at you rather than the stars.
When you fall asleep next to him, he makes you dream of galaxies.
Asmodeus’s Favorite Scents
Or alternatively, what does Asmo smell in an Amortentia potion?
The smell of muted saffron and something smoky.
Ozone. Mint blue flames flickering in the shadows. Spices and sparks. Burning ice and something sweet on the edge of the coldness. The air charges with old magic, something dangerous brewing under the surface that sends him shuddering in anticipation.
Asmo is mostly neutral towards Solomon but he can't deny the rush he feels when Solomon summons him, when he practices his magic. After all, it's the reason Asmo agrees to a pact with him in the first place.
His magic is different, one-of-a-kind, and oh so powerful. He doesn’t think he’ll find anything else quite like this.
(Until you.
You keep surprising him, summoning him without a pact and with a greater magic than his current pact-holder. You're a mystery he wants to learn and, oh, how delicious your magic feels in his blood.
“I've made up my mind. Make a pact with me,” he says to you.)
A floral scent that he recognizes as the smell of roses.
It makes Asmo think of the perfume that he has only worn once after buying it because he doesn’t want to waste it. Of his favorite pair of earrings, pink diamonds resembling the shape of flowers. Of the roses in his room, flowing down the footboard of his bed and placed in glass vases.
(“The purple ones means enchantment and love at first sight,” Asmo says with a wink, when you ask him about their meanings, “and the pink roses means adoration and love, just like how the world adores me!”
Except you, he wants to say, you who never fall for his charms, you who he cannot command to love him.)
It makes him think of sketches of clothes he designs just for you, pages upon pages of breathtaking dresses that he thinks will suit your style. Of pink paint splattered on his hands.
"I didn’t know you could paint, Asmo. Would you ever consider painting me someday?" you ask, half-joking.
He would. He have. His last work in progress is a painting of you, surrounded by roses, pink ones, and he wonders what drove him to paint the golden halo around your head.
He never shows you the painting.
Something familiar and sweet, that smells like honey and vanilla.
Asmo feels as if he’s smelled this somewhere before.
Like the bakery he always goes to when he wants freshly baked Wicked Cupcakes, like his scented candles scattered around his room, like hugging you as tight as he can without hurting you and feeling your heartbeat against him and burying his nose in your hair and—
Oh.
He sits down, a growing pit in his stomach. The realization he may like you more than he likes to think he does hits him hard, and he has to admit that he has been thinking of you more than he thinks about himself.
He never imagined it would be this scary, loving someone.
Heya! I saw that your asks were open and I wanted to ask if you could do Mc meeting Diavolo’s dad? Like bursting in the castle to tell the prince about their day or their scheduled tea party or some other plan only to find his dad just sitting there. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to though. Take care ❤️
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Holy shite I love your work a lot my darling i can’t believe you requested
Ooh la and this request of yours is gold like- there is so much to write about. Imagine bursting in the castle and this guy is who is supposed to be asleep or something drinking some tea like 🤨 🍵🤏. Just -yes
Also, my apologies this took so damn long
Mc meeting the demon king for the first time
You just came back from seeing your family in the human world and boi you were excited to go back to see your demons. You had missed the demon brothers, Barbatos and diavolo a lot, and you got some gifts to give them.
You especially missed Diavolo and the tea parties you both had together – who knew that diavolo had a lot of things to tell you, whether it be something that happened during his day or a little story on how the human world was back when he was younger. There were also days where you both don’t have tea parties together : the prince only talking about how he never had someone to speak to as a friend, that he is grateful for you. Those were the days where the two of you would have a heart-to-heart conversation, or when you both question everything. There was never a day you have been bored in diavolo’s presence - he was truly an interesting being.
There was a light breeze which left as quickly as it came, making you curse the weather. However, despite the weather being too hot for your liking, you couldn’t help but feel your excitement building up. Oh you couldn’t wait to see your demons. Taking a turn, you reached an alley: perfect for you to teleport , away from prying eyes.
You chanted the spell under your breath and before you knew it, you were in hell. With your bags and the gifts with you, you made your way to the castle.
The demons around you could tell you were the master of seven, and friends with their prince and his butler, and wondered what the heck were you doing in hell. They knew better than attack you, of course, it would be ridiculous.
The ogling eyes was toned down your excitement a bit, but you managed just fine. All of a sudden, your stomach rumbled loudly. Imma eat i guess you thought. Changing direction, you went straight to a little cafe Beel mentioned before you left, saying something along the lines of the cafe being underrated. Opening the door, you were greeted by the scent of coffee. There were cookies, pasties and pastries on display. I guess Beel was right about this being underrated, it looks frickin tasty you thought, your stomach rumbling again, as if it was agreeing with you.
You went to the counter and one of the baristas came. She was a pretty demoness, to say the least. She had curly raven hair, and her skin a hue of dark blue, and hazel eyes that seemed to glow—or was that your imagination. You luckily stopped yourself from staring too much – it would’ve been embarazzing for you.
“Hello, what would you like today?” She smiled. You didn’t know what to order so you asked for the most popular or fan favourite food they’ve got to save yourself. You payed for your food, and sat down on a chair to eat.
The food was amazing, Beel wasn’t kidding when he said the food was great, and you didn’t realise that you wolfed the food. You left the cafe with a full stomach and continued your way to the castle.
Once you arrived, you couldn’t contain yourself, so you ran through the gates of the castle, and made your way inside. You opened the door to the living room that you and the prince normally have tea parties in , and exclaimed “Diavolo guess who’s back! Its me, and I’ve got some presents for…..”
You stopped talking. Because the man in front of you was not Diavolo.
He was sitting on the couch, drinking tea, before he looked up. His eyes that were molten gold, seemed to have witnessed so much of the world - you were beginning to feel overwhelmed at the amount of power those eyes held. There was a certain glint in them – one that was making you uncomfortable. His hair was a bloody shade of red, gold jewellery adorning his horns. He looked a lot like diavolo, except he wasn’t.
You connected the dots and realised that you have come face to face with the Demon King.
“Who are you and how does a mere human being know my son?” His power flooded the room, almost making your knees buckle. You could feel the wrath building up in the room – you were becoming wary.
But you needed to display some manners, of course, he was not like your sins and Diavolo, this man wanted you respect him address him accordingly.
“I am MC, Your Highness,” you answered his first question, bowing down slightly. The King’s eyes narrowed slightly : he seemed quite sceptical of you. “How do you know my son, human?” You knew this man is ancient, and probably despises the human race, and you didn’t think at all he’d take kindly to the exchange program. Did that stop you though? Absolutely not.
“Lord Diavolo is my friend, Your Highness,” you stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know for a fact that my son doesn’t go around making friends – he has a responsibility of being the heir to the throne. So tell me the truth, human, lest you want me give you an eternal punishment,” he calmly said. You, on the other hand, wasn’t impressed at all. You were saying half truth of course – he didn’t need to know about the exchange program. But seeing that his pupils were practically non existent, and his wings were outstretched, you knew you had to come clean, unless you wanted to be stuck in the dungeons.
“I know the Prince through an exchange program uniting the three realms, Your Highness.” You could not show any fear, though you were quite close to legging it. “An exchange program,you say? Do tell me more,” his eyes widened – lips curling into an unwelcoming wide smile. You read enough to know that this man was getting ready to pounce on you, yet you complied.
“The exchange program was made to unite the three realms and to live in harmony and peace with one another, and learning about demons, angels and humans,” you replied, making sure not to look him in the eye. “Oh? And it was my son who has made this program? Well it seems that a lot has changed after all.” He seemed to be talking to himself. You were still on high alert, his wings were a sight to look at, but they were still outstretched, and that was dangerous in itself.
“It also seems my son has forgotten his place as the prince of hell. I can’t believe he’s been dilly-dallying with humans.” He sighed dramatically. “I now know that humans have made him soft, and this exchange program? Goodness me, that disgrace of a child has cast shame upon the name of the devils,” he seethed.
You completely zoned out. You could tell he was berating Diavolo even more, but you couldn’t stand there and watch while this man was running his mouth. You needed this man to know that respect goes both ways : you earn it and you give it. You did not care that this man was a whole powerful eldritch being , but although your hands were trembling, when did you have any regard for self preservation? MC, you maybe a human, but you are a force to be reckoned with.
“With all due respect Your Majesty, Lord Diavolo is your son, correct?” You smiled. “Excuse me?” The king sputtering, confused. You dropped your smile. “Answer the question,” you stated, taking a seat on the single love seat. “…Yes, he is.” The king furrowed his brows. Humans normally beg for mercy in his presence, why must this human be any different?
“Well then. Why are you calling Diavolo a disgrace?” You looked him in the eye. “In what way is Diavolo a disgrace?” You asked him – you wanted to see his thought process. “Well, he is affiliated with humans, devil forbid the day he becomes friends with an angel,” he sneered at you, trying to intimidate you. You helped yourself to a cup of tea, knowing that this man will be spewing a whole load of bullshit. “Unfortunately for you, he is.” You smirked, loving the way this sad excuse of a father had a horrified look on his face. However, before a word tumbled out of his mouth, you held up a scone to him. The demon looked quite puzzled, but he took it either way.
“Before you say anything more, Your Highness, do you like war?” You asked him, sipping on your tea. “Pardon?” His eyes were wide – he never answered a question like this before. You narrowed your eyes at him, growing impatient. “You are not hard of hearing are you? Answer the question.” You inquired. You were not having any regard to your safety at all, but you really needed to show this man his place.
The king’s face twisted into even more confusion, and there were hints of anger in his eyes. He still couldn’t get over the fact that you were asking him questions and making a fool out of himself without even trying. “No I don’t,” he replied carefully. “Then do you not realise that your son is doing a lot to prevent wars in the future, he made an exchange program to protect all his people, and to overcome differences with each other. He has done a lot more than you have, and on top of that, he had to rule hell in place of you. And what were you doing?” You spoke with power, and could tell the king was getting mad.
“What were you doing, Your Highness?” You asked again, mocking his title. “I was in the dungeons,” he replied, sitting straight, knowing that saying the truth of him sleeping would sound ridiculous. “Well,” you took a deep breath and continued,“that does not give an excuse to berate your child, who has been doing everything to rule over hell.” You sighed. With the way the king was staring at you, you knew that you may pass away today.
That didn’t stop you from telling the man off. “You were in the dungeons, sleeping the whole time while diavolo was taking care of hell, while he was improving the devildom, and the day you wake up, you start running your mouth, and disrespecting you son. I expected the king to be sophisticated man, who would praise his son’s achievements, but I guess I was wrong,” you responded.
A deep rumble was heard, and the king was baring his fangs at you. Quite frankly, you were very disappointed, but your hands were shaking. “What is your name, Your Highness?” You inquired. “That does not concern you,” he hissed in reply. “Very well, Midas, I shall take the honour of teaching you some lessons on respect today.”
The king could feel his patience thinning. How dare they make a fool out of me, he thought. They dare address me as Midas, the name of that greedy fool?! How dare they disrespect me?
You could feel the kings wrath filling the room, and his pride was crumbling. You knew that the brothers do get fed when any demon of any rank gives into their sin, and that in this particular case, a certain cat lover was going to have quite a feast. You waited for the king to calm down, which was not happening at all until you became irritated. “You are the King of Hell, the most powerful being in here, yet you are being reduced to a mess by a mere human?” You tilted your head slightly, waiting for the king to answer. But alas, he was still seething on his sofa.
The king stared at you with pure unfiltered anger, and just as you were about to speak, the king stood up to his full height. He towered over you, baring his fangs, itching to kill. “You will regret ever making me angry, human,” he spat. “I will deal with that boy later and give him and his avatars a painful punishment, but for now, human, your soul is mine to take.”
The demon did not know what to make of the disdainful look on your face - the disappointment a mother feels towards her child sometimes, and a part of the king did not like it. He reached for your neck, trying to take your soul, but the smell of burning flesh filled his nose. The demon looked at his hand : his skin burning and cracking. He frowned – a human should not be able to perform any magic, unless they are a sorcerer.
You, on the other hand, thanked Luke in your head for blessing you – that kid is going to become a fantastic angel, you were sure of it.
The king looked down on you, his hands curled in fists, for he hated how you seemed unfazed. “I’d like you to take a seat, kind sir,” you said plainly, “I’ll have to teach you a lesson on respect.” With a flick of your wrist, a massive whiteboard and some whiteboard pens appeared. The demon king looked dumbfounded - yet he quickly replaced that look with a look of anger.
You looked up and still saw the man shaking in anger. Irritated, you kissed your teeth. The idea of a full grown man, a whole demon king at that, mad and upset at you just because you were trying to teach him some respect, made you feel very smug, but, the demon was wasting your time.
“Sit. Down.” The king’s eyes darkened. A part of him wanted to listen to you, but he mostly wanted to throw you across the room. Respect, my ass, he thought. You payed no heed. If he was going to stand, then so be it. You opened your marker, and started explaining. “Respect goes both ways, you should know, of course,” you began your lecture.
• • •
You finished your lecture after a whole two hours has passed, which shouldn’t have taken so long - it was honestly concerning. You made sure the king understood that he couldn’t put his son and avatars in the dungeons, and he reluctantly agreed. The king also managed to understand, to your surprise, that the exchange program was necessary for the future of all three worlds.
However, while you were sitting on the sofa, you couldn’t help but wonder where the hell the avatars and diavolo were. There were no servants around, and there was not a hint of life around the castle. Hell, the guards the usually stood outside the castle gates were not there. The only person who could know of their whereabouts was the king in front of you, and you had no choice but to ask him.
“Do you happen to know where Diavolo and the avatars are, Your Majesty?” You asked, eating a cookie. The demon however, stared at you with a look screaming ‘are you serious’. You met his stare with one of confusion. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have eaten too many cookies, human,” he told you. You were still very much baffled. “I do believe you have mistaken this place as Diavolo’s castle,” he explained. If you were confused before, you were now completely bamboozled. “What do you mean?” You asked. The demon king pursed his lips tightly.
“You are in the Mausoleum, human.”
Your eyes widened. “You mean I could’ve been with diavolo and the others this whole time, that I could’ve avoided this entire encounter, and that I went on ,” you exclaimed. All this time wasted on teaching a grown man respect, you thought sadly. You gathered your belongings and bid goodbye to the king, before he stopped you and asked how you knew he was asleep. You replied with smug look - he doesn’t need to know you’ve been eavesdropping on diavolo’s conversations with barbs.
With that, you made your way to the right direction to the Demon Lord’s Castle, a new little story to tell your demons once you reach your second home. Oh you couldn’t wait to see them shook – after all, not many demons, let alone humans, survive after an encounter with the King of Hell, but you, of course, were full of surprises.
Hello! Can I ask some angst?
Can you make a fic or headcanon with the demon brothers (or just your favourites)? Lets say the MC is very wortied or sad because somethibg happened to their dad who is pretty stern but raised them with lot of care and love.
If you don't want to or can't do it it is 100% OK!
I wish you health and take care!
Ngl, this hit close to home cuz my dad is like that and i always had cried in school when i was younger worried for him ( nothing’s wrong with him i was just like that)
Im going to do all the bros for this one to ya know have a feel of ✨writing stuff ✨ and ill start this with a fic and do the bros reaction in headcannon form end if that is okay with you. I also did some comfort too, i hope thats okay with you darlin
I also wish you a very good evening/day/night and health too sweetie, muwah
Gn Mc worried for their father ft. the bros
Warnings: mentions of stab wounds, surgical procedures, angst [and comfort]
You loved your family very much, especially your father. He was always open minded and taught you the difference between right and wrong. He made sure you would own up to your mistakes and learn from them, and taught you how to defend for yourself. He also taught you to take in activities that you enjoy, too. He always wanted the best for you.
It was during lunch break when you had the phone call. You were in the far corner of the library, minding your business, reading the demon version of human folklore. You saw the caller id and it was your mother phoning you. You were a little confused–she only ever calls you on the weekends, so this must be urgent.You answered the call and you heard your mother. “Mc, your father – something happened.” You noticed her voice was breaking up - she seemed to have been crying and that was enough for you know something was wrong, so horribly wrong.
“Ma, what happened to him?” You asked. She went silent. “…Ma?” Whatever has happened to dad must’ve shaken her up pretty badly you thought. “He… he got stabbed,” she whispered, as if she would start crying if she said it any louder. And you, so many thoughts were running through your mind, and you feared for the worst.
“He’s okay, right?” You were trying to reassure her and yourself: you did not want to believe that your father was critically injured. “He is in hospital.” Your mother took a deep breath before she continued, “ The doctors said that he got stabbed in the stomach multiple times, so now, he’s undergoing a surgery. Hopefully the surgery works out.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Turns out your father got taken to hospital as quickly as possible and your mum was with him, which was a relief. However that did nothing to ease your fear. What if the surgery doesn’t work? What will happen then?
You bid your mother goodbye, and she promised to tell you the results of the surgery after a few days of rest for your father. Your thoughts did not calm down, and you felt yourself zoning out. Before you knew it , it was the end of lunch, and you made your way to lesson.
The rest of the day was a blur for you. Once you reached home, you went straight to your room and tried to get your mind off of your father by doing the long ass homework your demonology teacher given you. Your thoughts, however, were running 100 miles per minute.
Stabbed.
You gripped your pen tightly and continued writing. In the stomach. “Deep breaths mc, dad’s okay”.
Multiple times.
You closed your eyes. Surgery. You exhaled, hands shaking. May not work. You opened your eyes, tears welling up in them. Reaching for your books, you closed them, and put them in your bag as you wiped your tears. You tried to calm yourself down, before you heard the door being opened. You looked up and saw the brother who walked in, having a concerned look on his face. “MC? What’s wrong?” And thats all it took for your walls to come crumbling down.
Lucifer
He knew something was up the second you completely ignored him when he greeted you.
Your eyes had completely glossed over, and he didn’t like to see you upset
When he walked in your room, he honestly didn’t expect you to have been crying
You never show that side of you at all
So you can imagine how worried he was.
Lucifer asked you what the matter was, and you started sobbing
Lucifer walked up to you, and hugged you tightly
He never wants to see you cry, MC
You holding on to him tightly, voice cracking while trying to tell him what was wrong
He had to calm you down, of course, so he carded his hands through your hair, and hummed a little lullaby
This always worked when he tried to calm mammon down from his nightmares, so he tried to use this to calm you down, and it worked to his suprise
Lucifer pulled away from you and asked you what was wrong
When you finished telling him, he held you closely
Sure, he may not have a great relationship with his father, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to comfort you
“Your father will be okay my love, I will make sure of it”
Safe to say that your father’s surgery went perfectly
Mammon
Mammon is smart when he wants to be, and out of the brothers he can tell when anyone is upset
So he knew straight of the bat, that something was up when you didn’t say hello to him
Your eyes had a far away look and he decided he hates that look on your face
So his heart broke when he saw you burst into tears when he walked into your room
He never hugged you tightly so fast in his life
Mammon drew patterns on your back and swayed slightly to calm you down
When you did, he asked you who made you upset
When you explained your situation, he obviously didn’t know what to say
He knew how much you cared for your father
He wasn’t going to not try comfort you though
“I know how much you care for him MC, but I’m sure the surgery will go well. Would you like me to send a crow to see how your father is doing - I hate seeing you upset”
The crow did tell you that your dad was a little exhausted but was doing fine
The day after, mammon swore he’d do anything to keep you smiling
Leviathan
Levi does online classes and hardly ever goes to school unless its for a meeting with diavolo
So when he heard you come into your room, he never bolted so fast in his life
He wanted to watch an ova of tsl with you
But that excitement died down when he saw you sobbing on your bed
He may be awkward, but he is an older brother to 4 siblings
He pulled you into side hug and stroked your hair
When he managed to calm you down, he asked what happened
He asked you then if you wanted a distraction from your mind – he didn’t know how to comfort you
When you agreed, levi took you to his room, he sat you down on his lap and you watched the ova
“I hope your dad gets better mc, i-i hate seeing you cry”
Satan
Satan wanted to go with you to a cat cafe, and he went to find you
He was very excited to go of course but he wanted you with him
So he bursts into the room and sees you upset
He asked you if you’re alright - and you started crying
He never ran to your side so fast
He is holding you close as comfortably as he can just like mammon did to him when he was younger
He told you to take deep breath to calm you down, and asked you what was wrong
You told him what happened, and, if he’s being honest, he had no clue what to say
But he did try to make you feel better
He needed to give you a distraction, so he got a book he always loved and read it to you
Either you were exhausted from crying or this book was magic, because you fell asleep
Satan lowkey wanted to check for himself if your father was okay, he wanted to reassure you when you woke up
Your father was indeed in safe hands, MC
Asmodeus
Asmo wanted to gossip with you, as one does, but he couldn’t find you
I guess he kinda forgot you live in a house, not in a school
Once he got his ass out of the school, he dashed home - straight to your room
Gives you eye contact and you burst out crying
Horny and narcissistic asmo out the window, here comes the king of comfort
Hugs you tightly [prolly feels soo safe in his arms] and asks you if you want to go to his room
So he takes you there via teleportation, and makes you sit on the bed
See, asmo was the brother that satan and the twins and levi go to if mammon isn’t available, so he does know how to calm them and comfort them in his own way
So he’s wiping your tears and asks you whats wrong
When you explain, he stays silent for a little, and asks if you want a distraction or if you just want some quiet
Whatever you ask of him, he would do, whether you want cuddles or a little self care session, he’ll give it to you
By the end of this, asmo managed to make you smile- a small smile, but still a smile
He also decides to ask lucifer to check on your father for you also made him swear to secrecy since he doesn’t think you want everyone finding out
He never wants to see you cry MC
Beelzebub
Beel came home pretty early but he was in the kitchen, so he didn’t see you go to your room
He’s quite worried already, since he doesn’t think he could hold his hunger off till dinner, but he does just fine
While dinners being made, he decided to check up your room since you didn’t say hello
He brings a bunch of snacks just in case he gets hungry and makes his way to your room
When he opens the door, he expected anything and everything but you crying
Older Twin mode activated
He hugs the everliving shit out of you, obviously minding his strength
Because he is the tallest, you are now technically being carried
Once you calm down, beel wipes your tears and seats you on his lap, he asks you whats wrong
He’s definitely a great listener as well, his eyes looking at you with understanding
His father was not like this, but he knows how important fathers are to humans
He asks you if you have eaten, and when you shake ya head no, he gives you a snack that he was gonna eat but clearly you need it more
He tells you that your father will get better, that everything will be fine
Honestly at this point he’s just reassuring you and swaying you side to side
Beel managed to distract you pretty well, because now he’s fully hungry, and he ends up whisking you away to the kitchen with him happy that you have a little smile on your face because of usual antics
The next day, beel still assured you that your father was doing fine, he was going to to keep an eye on you in case you get upset again
He doesn’t like seeing you upset MC
Belphegor
Olay first off, this little shit somehow was in you room
He woke up when you started sniffling and one look at your face, he knew that you were sad
So he crawls up to your lap, and you didn’t notice because you were far too deep in your head
Now he’s fully awake, and he decided to hug you, not knowing what to say
Something about his hugs made you feel very safe and sleepy-he was very soft somehow
You slowly stopped crying, and just buried your head in his shoulder
He sleepily asks you why you were crying, and when you told him, he had many questions running through his head
Lemme remind you this is the same guy who turned his hands into a necklace for you
He knew from past conversations with you that your father was one hell of a decent man
So he obviously is sorta mad because - “ who the heck stabbed your dad?”
Yes he kinda put your dad on his ‘must protect’ list
Anyway he decided to sing a little lullaby to you, which, gaddamn, it worked wonders
He cant comfort for shit, so you were only getting a hug and a lullaby out of him
Either ways, he may have been silent the whole time, but he was still gonna hold you because he’s too lazy to get up.
Fear not, dear MC, your father will perfectly fine, he checked and your father was sleeping soundly : the surgery was a success
However, those who stabbed your father tried to fuck around and find out, now they were out of date and needed to be disposed of
I am so sorry this took so long sweetheart