"I can feel a fucking darkness growing in my fucking soul." WHERE THE FUCK IS GOD by PRXJEK
Fandom(s) — Obey Me!: Shall We Date?
Character(s) — Belphegor × Beelzebub × POC!Reader
Dynamic(s) — None
Other Warning(s) — Death × Cannibalism × Physical Abuse × Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Ex. Notes: PLEASE do not get the wrong idea with the last concluding pieces of the work, Beel and Belphie did not do the word that is not to be said but starts with i and ends with t! They just- ate you. I wanted to do another piece for @obeymearmageddonau and do a Beelzebub and Belphie birthday oneshot at the sametime but make it dark. I was gonna make this fluffy but frick that :)
I may or may not be adding my own little twists buuuuuuttttt there will maybe be a part two w/Simeon.
I did this just to distract myself from this painful test I'm tryna take HA.
OUTTANOVA © 2022
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"Move these bitches out of the area at once, men!" The sounds of thousands and thousands of innocent humans, cries, screams, and the occasional ghastly sound of a final cry before one has seen it's last day filled the abandoned factory. Beelzebub couldn't believe his eyes—
Hundreds of children being dragged by the hair into these remote areas to help the Demon King's troops win this war... and all for what reason? Why did this disaster fall upon them? Is father responsible for this? Why is he putting his own children into the battlefield, when they all are scarred and severed and at a critical point that they could collapse without even having been touched by their enemies.
Belphegor stood beside his twin, showing a look of no concern as one of the pregnant women came up to him, being shoved down and now at his feet. The orange haired demon tried to hide his tears, honest he did—but when his grievance became audible, the officer who walked her here turned to look at him alongside Belphegor. He knew his twin felt the same way he did, even if he truly hated humans to the core...
This was too much.
"Lord Beelzebub, what shall I do with this insolent bitch? She refuses to leave her child and work in the mine shafts like the rest of her fellow brethren." He turned his head to look behind the human to see you, a little dark skinned child with a nasty purple eye that was swollen. He took into note how dumbfounded you were, when the officer signaled for you to look up at the demon.
Somewhere, as he looked into your eyes, he saw something he never saw in any of the other children who were forced in here. A confused layer was evident, when looked at whole, but if you delved deeper—it was the personification of neutrality and tranquility.
Even as you heard the mimicry of the other children pleading with the soulless demons that continued to beat their mothers, in response to their incompetence or sluggish movements, you remained like stone and unmoved... quite concerning actually. As the dear person who brought you into this world was bent over, her dress ripped to pieces and the slashes on her back exposed to the cold atmosphere began to react negatively with this mix...
You never even flinched, especially as you were soon kicked to Beelzebub's feet.
"...I want the child." You looked back up at the orange tressed demon as his gloved index finger reached to point you out.
"The human woman though, Lord Beel—" For a moment, the inferior incarnate turned to look at you, but was brought back to look at his superior when he heard a barely noticeable crunch come from the two demons before him.
"What human woman?" His eyes glinted at the demon as it soon looked back to where your mother once was, but a pile of pink meat and bones replaced her. A devilish smile appeared on his face as he turned around to the hallway behind you all. Belphegor tutted his head at you, relaxing his face a bit to then smile at you and then join Beelzebub.
For a moment you watched as the two men walked down the hall until you were called.
Once you three made it to the end of the never ending turns and stops, a glass window shaped out of a heptagon was before you three.
"Isn't it magnificent?" Beelzebub commented, as he looked out and into the vast sea of bright circles that shone at you three. Atfirst you didn't know what he was talking about, as your eyes were focused on the large line of people being walked into the facility your all in now. Belphegor looked at you, soon following your line of sight to then grab the edge of your chin and pull you up to the sky.
"..."
At your lack of no response, Beelzebub went on.
"Those stars... their all clustered together as a group. No one is pushing. No one is screaming. No one is starving..." A grumble was set off, and soon he cupped his stomach as he groaned at the mentioning of food he incorporated.
"They're all just in a content, bright and happy state." Belphegor ended his other kin's line, turning to look and smile up at him.
One of the stars then began to radiate a red undertone, primarily focused onto you, and the two demons turned to look at you.
"But... it's sad we're not like that." Sweat began to build up on your forehead as you realized the jig was up. Beelzebub knelt down, soon shifting into his demon form to then lick his lips as he stared at you once more.
"Happy birthday...Princes of Glutton and Sloth..."
A sacrifice you were, to the two demons as they went onto indulging in their gift.
In the end... he was just a demon, and you a human.
Or so you would guess.
Some day I’d really like to get art of this AU captioned with matching “Together, Against The Sisters” lyrics
I imagine Solomon in this AU is just wondering what the fuck is going on
Links in posts have been properly updated; I apologize for the delay.
Little status update, I only have one major post left to make. The next lore post coming out next Saturday will be the last of the lore, and I don’t have any inspiration for more character files or fics at the moment. So, after this weekend, there will no longer be weekly long posts on the weekends.
I’ll still be here, posting little tidbits and thoughts and such about the AU and reblogging others’ Armageddon AU content like I have been throughout the weekdays. So don’t mourn; this AU isn’t over or anything like that. It’s just that the content I’d planned has run its course.
Raphael acts as the current general of the Celestial Legions, and spokesperson for Michael. He retains relatively good vision- albeit rather blurry- but at the cost of constant burning pain in his eyes caused by large red marks from corneal burns.
As Michael has become a recluse who only speaks to Raphael, Raphael has to serve as a middleman conveying Michael’s instructions to the other angels. He has also taken up the position as leader of the legions in his superior’s stead, taking charge and giving orders of his own when instructions from Michael are not available. Raphael is the only angel with the ability to pass through Michael’s magic barrier into his hideaway, and visits Michael every night he can and stays for hours. What they do or talk about is a secret to all other angels, and if any angel asks anything about how Michael is doing, they will get a brutal punishment from a very angry Raphael.
Raphael tries his best to honor Michael’s wishes and always keep “What would Michael do?” in the back of his mind, but due to his own nature is a far more militant and harsh leader. It is commonly said that Raphael is feared more by his own soldiers than by the enemy. The combination of Raphael’s chronic eye pain, Michael’s current condition, the war itself and Raphael’s new responsibilities as Michael’s stand-in has resulted in Raphael becoming far more high-strung and vicious than usual due to the sheer stress. For all intents and purposes, he’s completely lost his mind.
Raphael has also begun to doubt Father due to what he did to Michael, but suppresses these thoughts out of shame. This leads him to further double down on his strictness with Celestial Realm rules in an attempt to prove to himself that he’s still a good angel. Any behavior that can even vaguely be construed as impure, unholy, sinful, or out-of-line will receive extremely harsh punishment. He’ll take any and every excuse to take out his newfound insecurities on others, going out of his way to find new reasons to brandish his spear. Actions that might be completely overlooked and forgiven one day may suddenly warrant being tied up and tossed to a hungry pack of demons the next, the hypocrisy of which going to show that Raphael is just looking for excuses to indulge in a self-righteous power fantasy to escape his reality.
In order to cope, Raphael has also convinced himself himself that, once the demons are defeated, the Celestial Realm will be restored to normal, even though in reality it is far beyond any reasonable hope of repair. He insists that if the angels fight hard enough, they can earn their eyesight back as well, and when they win there will be no reason to keep Michael in his current form so he will be returned to normal as well. He spends most of his free time pacing in circles around his quarters speaking prayers. Everyone with a sense of self preservation knows not to bother him when he’s doing this.
I can imagine Raphael having one hell of a redemption arc. He’s clearly a tyrant with a whole bunch of screws loose, but perhaps someone can get through to him. Perhaps someone can help him see that he needs to confront his doubts and true feelings if he wants to save Michael. After he comes to terms with the reality of the situation and accepts how he truly feels, once he realizes that things don’t have to be this way, he could end up playing a crucial role in taking down Father- he is a hitman, after all. His closeness with Father and his skills in assassination could be Father’s downfall. Not to mention how angry he’ll be at Father for deluding him for so long and putting Michael in such a state.
Thirteen, as a reaper, had much more distance from the events than the other characters did. Though she did reside in the Devildom, her deep cave did shelter her from the effects that ravaged the rest of the realm. However, Thirteen had to get involved when the Armageddon interfered with her job. She took notice that her candles were burning out at an alarming rate, across all three races in all three realms. She was absolutely dumbfounded- she was an experienced reaper, she couldn’t have messed something up this badly; what was going on?
Given her hermit lifestyle, there were few people she could go to about the situation. Her older sister Candy was out of the question. As the situation grew more and more troubling, Thirteen eventually had no choice but to go to Solomon. She confronted him angrily, wanting to believe he’d just pulled some prank as part of their rivalry, only to find Solomon disheveled and disturbed.
After exchanging their knowledge of the situation, the two of them formed a begrudging alliance. Thirteen still very much held her grudge on Solomon, and she had no real emotional attachment to the wellbeing of the realms, but she understood that as a reaper she could not allow the situation to continue. Life and death was her domain, and it was her job to keep them in balance. A reaper could not be a reaper in a world with nothing left to die. As such, she fought fervently to end the war, Solomon at her side.
Within their duo, Thirteen was much more of the front-line fighter. As Solomon researched and attempted to form political allegiances, Thirteen focused on battle. She fought against the armies of Father and the Demon King, as well as rogue human looters. Due to her more rough-and-tumble approach, she needed clothing much more suited to battle. Her exposed midriff was a strong disadvantage in battle; even a reaper wasn’t immune to physical attack. Her crop top was replaced with a full-length plated breastplate made of unknown material that was off-white in color, looking like bone. In the middle of the chest was a black skull shape. Thirteen also donned a dark mauve-purple cloak, made of thick fabric to defend from attacks. The inside of the cloak was lined with rows of pockets for storing her various traps. Though she very much still relied on her traps, she also took up a melee weapon, a large black scythe. Later in the war, an incident would happen that left her missing her left eye. After this, she also wore a black eyepatch.
Thirteen and Solomon getting into a bad situation in the Armageddon and it’s just like
Thirteen: Before we both die, I just wanna tell you-
Solomon: aw, I know 🥰
Thirteen: that your cooking was absolutely AWFUL and I’m glad that at least the world will be rid of it!!!
Solomon: ...
So, as many of you probably already know, there’s a specific song that inspired this AU, and I figured I’d match some of the lyrics up to characters.
“The dark side of light,
I gave you devotion
My blood and my life.”
-Lucifer
“I trusted your stars
they were once my guide
but now they are falling,
along with the sun.”
-Belphegor
~
“Breaker of day, I gave you
My sword, my heart and my faith.
But now the sky is burning
And I scream and wonder
When did your fire become so cold?”
-Raphael
~
“Cold winds
Will come like a storm
Destroying everything,”
-Diavolo
“Everyone we love.”
-Mephistopheles
~
“What’s worth fighting for,
The reason to win,
Our land, our home, the air we breathe!”
-The Coalition
~
“What lives beneath the sun
Is written in the stars!
Why can’t you understand?!”
-Michael & Lucifer
~
“One by one
We’ll fight
Side by side
We’ll fight!
Together!”
-Simeon
Out of all the major angel characters, Luke is the least scathed. His protective magic shielded him from the worst of the Celestial Realm’s power, leaving him with only skin-deep injuries. He has mild scarring on his face, arms and legs from sunburn, but his eyes were spared any real damage, leaving him one of the only angels left with fully functional vision.
As such, Luke views it as his responsibility to help his fellow angels who have lost their sight. He overexerts himself trying to be the eyes of others, attempting to make up for his guilt- maybe if he’d thought to put one of his protective blessings on his friends, they would have been spared.
Though Luke wants to do everything he can to help the angels around him, Simeon sees Luke’s sight as a danger. If Father were to find out Luke could still see, Luke would be sent into war. It wouldn’t matter that he was only a child; Father had no qualms about throwing a ten-year-old into the bloodbath of war. As such, while they were still in the Celestial Realm, Simeon made Luke hide the fact that he could still see by making him wear a blindfold in public at all times- much to Luke’s indignance. The two frequently got into arguments over this.
However, Simeon later lightened up on this rule, after he was drafted to go fight the war in the Human World. By this point, the Celestial Realm had become so horrifically marred by its own power that even Luke was beginning to suffer the effects, and Simeon ultimately decided that Luke would be safer in the Human World than in the Celestial Realm. As such, he smuggled Luke into the Human World when he was sent down to battle. After this, Luke resides in the military camp with Simeon, where he helps the soldiers with tasks that require his vision. Due to not being an official soldier, Luke is not burdened with the dirty work that the other angels are. He does not go into battle or carry out war-related missions. This is, once again, by Simeon’s order. Whereas the two used to argue over the blindfold, now they argue over whether Luke can charge into battle with his comrades.
Most all the angels in the military camp are aware of Luke’s sight by now, but it’s extremely taboo. Everyone knows, but no one dares speak of it. They accept his help and say nothing of it. None of them want to say anything that would incriminate themselves if Father found out about the secret that was kept from him. And, quite frankly, all of them were too uncomfortable with breaking the rules in such a way to even want to acknowledge it.
If this were pre-war, most of these angels would have definitely ratted Luke and Simeon out to Father, but by now most of the angels are at a similar point to Simeon. They’re beginning to lose their faith in Father after seeing the destruction of their homeland, and some have even stopped caring overall, knowing deep down that none of them would survive no matter how well they followed the rules. Even Raphael is at a point where he’s beginning to doubt Father, so at Michael’s request he let the situation with Luke slide and turned his cheek. Luke’s help was also very useful to them because he could see, so they didn’t want to lose that resource. Overall, everyone had reasons to be quiet, and Luke’s position became one of many uncomfortable, unspoken truths across the camp.
As the exchange program does not exist in this AU, Luke has never met demons asides from some hostile encounters here and there.
Luke has not spoken with Michael in quite a while, as Michael has isolated himself for reasons that will be delved into in his character file. I’ll leave it up to speculation whether Luke knows why, and how he feels about it.
Oh my god people still read here?
Despite having not made an official appearance in canon yet, Michael has quite the role in this AU. I dare say his story in this AU is one of the most disturbing and tragic.
Michael suffers from power sickness, but his struggles don’t end there.
Michael is the most powerful Archangel and leader of the Celestial Realm’s legions, making him Father’s most powerful weapon of war. However, as we have seen thus far, the Celestial Realm isn’t satisfied with the power it has and is seeking more. As such, Michael wasn’t enough. He needed to be improved. Upgraded.
In his attempts to turn Michael into the perfect supersoldier, Father created an abomination. Michael’s form was warped into what could be compared to the most terrifying of the biblical angels. Two golden rings of eyes circled around his head, replacing the now nonexistent eyes on his completely smoothed-over face. More eyes peered out from between the feathers of his four wings, wings that were now permanently set ablaze. Smaller golden rings of eyes encircled his hands and ankles like shackles, and he has four arms instead of two. There are also disembodied eyes floating all around him, which he can move at will, using them almost like camera drones. Despite his mouth being smoothed over with skin like the rest of his face, Michael can still somehow speak, in an echoey and ethereal voice that brings chills to those who listen, a feeling that they are hearing something they shouldn’t. But no, Michael can’t eat, which as you could imagine is absolutely devastating to someone like him.
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