Most Of The Time, MC Views Their Friends And Lovers As Normal Civilians, Just People Trying To Get By.

Praise Me?

A/N: Be a writing blog, they said, it'll be fun, they said. Next thing you know I'm swamped with graduate school and 100 different OC's that my mind decided to make. Long story short, this took far too long and I'm ashamed. I wanna dedicate this to @warm-meelk letting me rant to them as I as running out of ideas q wq Uhm, I'll post a pin of what I write and not write since I guess I'm taking requests. Anyways, enjoy my self indulgent shit. Warnings: Descriptions of gore, Emotional manipulation, implied cannibalism and just general no good bad behavior from the boys.

Demon culture is hard to grasp.

It wasn’t like good ol’ regular human culture. Sure there were some differences here and there but with enough practice anyone could work around them and possibly thrive.

But Devildom culture was another beast entirely.

Among all the dances, all the flirting, the parties and the cute touching moments, these seven demons didn’t fail to remind you that you were now the human master to the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.

And as your demons they had their own set of rules to obey.

As did you.

You put your backpack down and squat in front of the school bench, coming face to face with Belphegor as the other continues to sleep despite your face being a mere inches away from his.

“Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up.”

A smile appears on his face as he barely opens his eyes to look at you, instead giggling as he pretends to sleep on while you poke his cheek.

“I’m serious. We are supposed to be going home!”

“Mmmm...I’m perfectly comfortable here, though.”

Always the sweet talker, Belphie takes your hand and brings it close to his chest trying to pull you in as you laugh and try to pull your hand back.

“Come on MC, let’s just stay a little longer. I just made the bench comfy.”

“And where am I going to sit?”

The demon hums before sitting up and pointing at the seat next to him with a trademark shit eating grin.

“Here. So I can lay my head on your lap.”

At this point you can’t help it. You and Belphegor may have had a rocky start but he had deemed himself worthy to trust. Honestly, you never thought about it too hard. It was just family business after all, you had just been caught in the crossfire.

Not really, your brain fills in the gaps, you’ve been manipulated into believing him and had been promptly betrayed once your purpose was over…

But he apologized, right?

An apology from a demon. It was a big step.

You take your place and smile as the Avatar of Sloth’s hair now covers your lap. Soft and lush, Belphegor yawns again and makes himself comfortable while you run your fingers through his hair while closing your eyes and feeling a soft, cold breeze.

This wasn’t so bad...

A rough hand shakes you awake, knocking you out of your dream.

“Wake the hell up, human!”

Startled, you hold onto Belphie’s shoulders and look up at an angry looking demon, fangs out and ready to use as they point a finger at the bench.

“We’re trying to clean the school grounds and you’ve been loitering for an hour. Get out already!”

Oh. Oh! An hour? You fell asleep on a school bench for an hour!? Belphie was starting to rub off on you, wasn’t he? Your hands gently shake your demon awake while you give the other demon the most apologetic look you could.

“Belphie. You need to wake up.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Belphie we need to go!”

“I don’t wanna--!”

The demon speaks up again, getting closer and kicking right under the bench where your backpack was as hard as he could.

“Wake the fuck up already! Go and play with your human pet somewhere else!”

Belphie sits up slowly as you stand up and grab your backpack, wincing when you open it up and see the mess of books, notebooks and pencils now either bent, cracked or straight up destroyed.

“Dammit.”

Oh well, easy fix. These notebooks were easily replaceable and pencils you could get anywhere, book like this on the other hand would be a bit--

“...Did they do that?”

You jump as you feel Belphegor looking over you, bringing your backpack close to you and hiding it from view. He frowns at your actions before tugging the backpack out of your grip and looking inside, face devoid of any emotion as his gaze goes from the item in his hand to the demon now glaring at you both.

“Belphie. Come on. They need to clean.”

He growls. “They ruined something of yours.”

“It doesn’t matter I can just replace it, let’s go--”

Your demon moves faster than your words, Belphegor’s snarl ringing loud in your ears despite how far he is away from you. The lesser demon barely has time to react as Belphegor grabs him by the back of the head in full demon form and yanks him back onto the bench, his bright blue nails now far larger than you’ve ever seen them before as they dig deep into the scalp of his victim.

Belphegor grabs your backpack and empties it out, your belongings clattering onto the floor as he tilts the demon’s head back with one hand while the other starts bunching up your backpack into a small ball of nothing but zippers and strings.

In your head you are already yelling at Belphegor to stop but your brain is screaming at you to run away as fast as you can while your legs don’t respond to any of the distress signals and remain locked in place, forcing you to watch as the demon scratches at Belphegor’s skin but fails to do any damage as the hand holding his head now moves to his mouth and forces it open with a sickening crack.

“AHHHH! AHHHHHH!”

“You were acting so high and mighty before.” Belphegor grins as he stuffs the bag into the demon’s mouth. “What’s wrong? Did you think I would let you walk away from ruining my master’s things?”

The demon scratches his throat when Belphegor pushes the bunched up ball deeper into their throat, a gasp escaping you as you see the outline of some of the zippers pressing right against the inside of their skin and threatening to pop out.

“Haha, I never knew scum could talk. Maybe if I shove this far enough down your throat and then pull it out, I’ll rip out your vocal cords as well. Then my master won’t have to hear your ugly voice--”

It’s pushing. Whatever is getting lodged in that demon’s throat is pushing to get out and you can almost see their nose bleeding from the pressure that is being created as their hands slowly stop moving and one of them falls limp--!

“BELPHIE STOP!”

The words die in your throat as Belphegor’s hand is wretched out of the demon’s mouth, the bag now lodged in their throat as their fingers twitch against the now half destroyed bench. The Avatar of Sloth looks down at the demon before looking back at you, shoving him down so that they hit the ground with another sickening crack.

He smiles as he stands in front of you, your eyes looking at anywhere but him as Belphie waits a couple more minutes before clearing his throat.

“MC.”

You can only make a noise, it’s almost like you are trying to hold back from swallowing your tongue. He calls your name again before letting out a quick ‘oh’ and smiling as he pats your head.

“That’s right. You have no idea how to be a master. Haha, I forgot.”

His smile is soft compared to angry trails of blood running down his arms.

“Here.”

It takes every single ounce of your self control to not slap him away when he grabs your hand, Belphie leaning down to press your palm on the top of his head just like you had been doing before.

“You need to praise me...or else I’ll feel neglected...”

He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“And do something much worse.”

Praise? He wanted praise? For almost killing--no--he had just killed another demon in front of you in cold blood for something as simple as some ruined books! Your eyes actively refuse to look at the corpse a couple of feet away from you as your hands continue to run through Belphie’s soft hair, the shock leaving you to mutter a few words that you thought would be enough to satiate your demon’s bloodlust and keep you safe.

“Good...Good job Belphie…Thank you.”

Your demon smiled, letting out a soft hum as you two walked hand in hand back to the House of Lamentation.

He had a nap to catch up to.

“You’ll like it.”

A bat’s eyes stares up at you as you do your best to not stare back.

“MC, just give it one bite.”

You give the sandwich in your hands a squeeze and see the eyeball pop out--

“Nope. Sorry Beel. That's just….this isn’t for me.”

Beel bumps you lightly as you both walk down the rather busy Devildom street, people walking around with several prime Devildom snacks as the food trucks behind you work overtime to try and feed all of the hungry demons that were patiently waiting their turn. It was rather sweet of your demon to invite you to one of his few lesser known hang out spots, one even his brothers didn’t know about, so they wouldn’t know about Beel eating half of these food trucks out of house and home.

Turning around, you look at the two food trucks that closed down already due to being labeled as Beel’s favourite.

Those poor souls, well at least they get their food’s worth in cash with how much Grim Beel was throwing at them to get the food out faster. The memory made you giggle as you hand the bat sandwich to Beel and look for something else to eat--

“Oh--”

A large hand tugs you back as a demon speeds past you with cash in hand, your back pressing against Beel's chest as he looks down at you in worry.

“Don’t stray too far away from me, MC. I don’t want to lose you.”

The little flip flop your heart makes feels light and fluffy, a smile creeping up on your face as you nod and hold out your hand for him to take, Beel smiling as you two walk down the busy street to make your way back home.

Until you sniffed the air.

Your eyes turn to the direction of the delicious smell, your stomach growling as you tug on Beel’s hand and point to the only thing that seemed edible for a human person.

A popcorn stand.

Purple eyes shine as Beel repays the favor and tugs you towards it, a Little D running the concession looking up at you two and grinning as he sees Beel.

“Finally! Been waiting for the star of this whole show to notice me!”

“Aren’t you popular~?”

Your hand pokes Beel’s side but the demon is already drooling at the mouth, holding up one finger as he looks down at the very simple menu.

“One gargantuan bucket of popcorn with Devilcheese topping and chupacabra butter drizzled on top--”

“Please.”

Beel nods, realizing he almost forgot his manners.

“Please.”

“Coming right up!”

The Little D takes out a rather big bucket and starts filling it out, Beel’s eyes not once straying from the deliciously warm, popped kernels entering the bucket as you take your time to look at the rest of the concession stand. As much as you would love to eat some of the popcorn with Beel, your hand was most likely at risk if it ever came near the vicinity of Beel and his food.

Besides, your demon would most likely finish that in 5 minutes flat.

So you scan the other items in front of you before shrugging and deciding on a small bag of pre-popped popcorn. This was more your speed anyway.

“Oh and can we also get--”

The bag gets snatched away from you quickly as another demon stands beside you, slamming down a couple of Grim on the counter as he makes quick work of the snack. You can’t help but stare as the demon grabs a handful and starts eating, his eyes meeting yours once he finally felt you staring.

“...did you want this, human?”

The question isn’t asked with any apology or remorse. It’s almost as if he is daring you to say something. Something inside you wants to call out to Beel to come help you deal with the less than savory Devildom interactions but you had 6 months left in this program...you needed to learn to stand up for yourself!

“No.”

And by standing for yourself you meant saving your own ass.

With a grin, the demon laughs and throws a piece of popcorn at you.

“Good answer. At least you’re a human who knows their place.”

The piece lands on your jacket, your eyes rolling as you wipe it off and turn back to look at Beel.

CRACK

Despite the sickening bone crushing sound as a spray of something flickered past your vision, nobody in the street seems to pay any attention to the now screaming demon behind you. You slowly turn around, looking down at the other demon now prostrated at your feet as the bag of popcorn was in Beel’s left hand--

And the demon’s arm was on his right.

“Order up--oh.”

The Little D blinks at the sight before frowning as he snaps his fingers at you, the demon’s screams now replaced with angry snarls and cries as Beel keeps holding him down onto the pavement. You put a hand over your mouth at the black blood now pooling under him and move away when the puddle starts growing outwards to you, your stomach churning and losing any sort of appetite you could have had at the sight.

“Hey human. I don’t care if one of your demons does this but mind taking it somewhere else? It’s going to wreck my shop.”

Wreck his--someone’s arm had just been ripped off!

Your eyes look to see if someone, anyone, was paying attention but the only thing you could seem to find were a couple of passing glances here and there as the rest of the Devildom went about its day despite the horrifying scene playing out next to them.

“Well?”

The Little D speaks up again.

“Aren’t you going to call him off?”

Beel’s usual friendly face is replaced with a calm anger as he stares down at the arm in front of him with a tentative look. He brings it close to his mouth, a similar string of saliva running down his lips as he opens his jaw---

“BEEL!”

He stops, eyes going back to stare at the way your legs were shaking and how much you were holding back from throwing up due to the smell of demon blood mixed with buttery popcorn.

“Scum like you aren’t worth eating.”

The Avatar of Gluttony drops the arm close to his victim, the demon quickly grabbing it and scampering off as you watch the droplets of black follow in his quick steps. You lean against the concession stand and put a hand over your heart as you try to calm yourself down and to get the bile in your throat to go back to where it belonged.

“MC.”

You jumped when you heard Beel calling out to you, your demon smiling as he took your hand and handed you the bag of popcorn you no longer wanted.

“This is the one you wanted, right?”

It was slimy. The popcorn inside was clearly not affected by the blood now sticking to the bag and your fingers.

“Beel...”

“Or did you want some of mine? If it’s with you I’ll always share.”

That wasn’t the issue! He had just ripped another demon’s arm off and he was going to eat it--!

Beel calls out your name once again, smiling as he gets closer and looks down at you expectantly. You both look at each other for a good three seconds, the longest three seconds of your life, before the demon picks you up so that your backside is perched on his arm. A part of you was still willing to complain and demand that he get you down but he takes one of your hands and puts it on his cheek, kissing your palm while his tongue licks up some of the blood that had dried between your fingers.

“Did I do good?”

You can’t answer, the only thing you can do is watch as he presses another kiss to your hand.

“I heard human masters praise their demons when they do good…”

He nibbles on your thumb.

“Aren’t you going to praise me, master?”

A tongue licks right under your fingernail, trying to get to every nook and cranny almost as if he was savoring you--

“Y--Yes!”

Beel’s face lights up as he looks at you, eyes softening and bringing back the Beel you knew as you rub your thumb lightly across his cheek and do your best to swallow back the bile threatening to gargle its way up your throat once more.

“Thank you Beel...thank you.”

The touch of a master felt so nice, Beel thought, that it almost made it worth not eating what he had craved for in such a long time. But he was satiated with just this--the demon’s blood on your fingers tasted better than any topping he could think of.

“MC~!”

You laugh as you feel Asmo wrap his arms around you and tug you close, the music thumping in your ears as Solomon chuckles at the image you two make. It had been a rough week for Asmo with the launch of his new perfume line, the plans he had for his pop up stores and then the collaboration he wanted to do with Majolish that was almost late in its release--but somehow it had all finished right on time in what had to be the longest five days in your life.

Being a celebrity in the human world was hard, you thought, but being a celebrity in the Devildom was much harder when you had to do most of the collaborations and testing of products yourself.

Maybe that is why Asmo brought you along, you guessed. In a way, you were providing him with emotional support and praising him every step of the way whenever he managed to get one thing done and immediately move to the other.

There were no breaks this whole week, either for you or for him, so coming to the Fall after the announcement of the collaboration with Majolish was like the cherry on top of a pretty piled up ice cream sundae.

Asmo lets out a happy hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a loud smooch as he settles into the backrest of the seat.

“Everything got done on time! I can’t believe those jerks at the perfume company thought to move up the launch to Monday when they knew that I would also be talking to the palette company the same day! I gave each and every one of those executives my calendar! It’s like they can’t even read…”

Solomon shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, looking out into the sea of bodies on the dance floor dancing along to the music.

“You are becoming increasingly popular lately, Asmo, maybe they just wanted to get the launch done soon so they could start another project with you.”

The Avatar of Lust sighs and leans against you, cuddling close as you run a hand through his hair instinctively.

You’ve been doing this two or three times for the past five days so it's almost become second nature.

“I understand that they do want to get me into as many ad campaigns as possible, but if that is cutting into the time I spend with MC then they can just wait.”

His eyes shine when he looks at you, your heart picking up in speed as he leans closer.

“Right, MC? You’re all mine tonight?”

You can’t help it, Asmo has been working hard and you knew he thrived off attention so you just answer without thinking.

“As long as you don’t tell the other’s about it...I’m all yours.”

Asmo’s squealing and his arms wrapping around you cover up the worried look Solomon sends your way--

Only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

“Asmodeus?”

It’s hard not to stare at the pretty demon in front of you. She is wearing a beautiful dress that shows off every asset from her hips to her chest, making it hard to concentrate on just one thing as she sends Asmo a shy smile. Her wings twitch lightly, letting you see the way the inside skin of her bat-like wings caught the neon lights and made them shine even more.

You still hadn’t gotten used to seeing succubuses and it showed.

Your demon unwraps himself from you and sits up straight, the other sitting down beside him and subtly pulling him close to whisper something into his ear. He nods and lets her go, the demon waving at him and heading out to the dance floor as Asmo starts stepping out of the booth the three of you occupied.

You can't help but ask.

"What did she say?"

Asmo takes out a pocket mirror and fixes his hair.

“She wanted to dance. I think I saw her at the pop up store today so she’s most likely a fan.”

He snaps the mirror shut and sends a wink your way.

“I’ll see you two in a bit~! Don’t miss me too much, okay?”

Solomon waves goodbye as you watch Asmo get lost in the crowd, sighing as you let yourself relax.

“He certainly kept you busy.”

You chuckle and put your drink down, eyes staring at the demons losing themselves to the song.

“I didn’t mind...it was nice to see him work so hard on something he was passionate about. I never see him try this hard at RAD so I didn’t know he had such a work oriented attitude when it came to stuff like his product line. Especially when it comes to organizational skills.”

Solomon snorts.

“Did you see his face when one of the demons tried to stock the facial cream right next to the body wash in the store? I thought he was going to have a breakdown.”

Both of you laugh at the surreal memory as the music slows down to a smooth and intimate beat.

“MC.”

“Hm?”

Swirling his drink in the glass, Solomon's voice gets serious as he speaks up again. “How much praise have you been giving Asmo lately?”

What...kind of question was that? Did he mean how much you had been praising Asmo this week or as a whole?

“A regular amount?”

There was Monday when you praised him with dealing with such a short notice change to the plans, Tuesday when Lucifer caught him trying to sneak away from RAD in order to talk to some other company that wanted to work with him and he ended up coming back to RAD instead, Wednesday was a day full of praise because you got to see Asmo’s work ethic first hand with the pop up store as well as how nice he had been to his fans, Thursday and Friday sort of blended together---

“You may want to cut it back.”

The beat drops low as the music gets more intense, the bodies on the floor grinding against each other as Solomon puts his drink down and makes an effort to look you in the eyes.

“Asmo hasn’t had a master like you before. You tend to be free and open with your affection and to a demon that is--”

“Sol, I'm not their master. I'm their friend. ”

You didn't want to explain this to Solomon again. The title of master was so pretentious, just because you shared a pact with the seven Lords of Hell didn't mean you could boss them around! And you didn't want to order them around in the first place!

The brothers were your family, Asmo was your family and you'd be damned if anyone tried to put you in a level above them.

Surprise is the first reaction you see in his eyes before Solomon concedes and drinks the rest of his cocktail, gently placing the glass down and sending you an understanding smile.

"The brothers really got lucky when they got you, didn't they? A human who is kind even to a demon."

He taps the table with his hand and stands up, a hand going up to stop you when you copy his movements.

"I'm sure Asmo will want to keep you here for a bit more. I think I can make my way to Purgatory Hall by myself."

Well, now you feel bad.

Solomon knew more than you on the matter of demons and pacts but you knew how to handle the brothers now. You’ve been with them a full year, that’s enough to know a person’s inner workings. You could handle Lucifer at his crankiest, Mammon at his craziest and Satan at his angriest. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to know more about pacts, it’s just that what you had with the brothers, what you had with Asmo, went beyond that--

Your view of the club is cut off as you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.

"Guess who?"

Fight and flight instincts are subdued when you recognize the voice, your body relaxing and smiling as you touch the demon’s hand to pry it away--only to feel something warm and wet covering his skin.

"Asmo?"

"Ding! Ding!"

It's strange how quickly you’ve come to recognize the smell of demonic blood. The brothers had done their best to hide that side of the Devildom for you but you caught glimpses of the violence here and there. It was a demon’s nature, you supposed, but the strong odor always made your eyes tear up.

So having the smell so close to you now, it was making you dizzy and keeping you rooted to your spot.

"Oh? MC you are all tensed up--ah."

The tilt in his voice changes as Asmo pulls his hands away so you could blink away the spots dancing around your eyes.

"Do I smell bad, MC?"

You waste no time standing up, turning around and then walking behind the booth, pupils shrinking as you see the black liquid running from Asmo's arm all the way to the very tip of his fingers. Whatever isn't soaked up by Asmo's jacket drips onto the floor, each drop heavy and messy as they littered the flashing floor.

"I probably do to a human, huh? The feeling alone is disgusting--"

"Asmo what happened?!”

Why was he bleeding so much? There were no cuts in his jacket and he didn’t seem to be freaking out. Did something happen in the dancefloor, had someone tried to attack him--why wasn’t he more alarmed!? You stop investigating his arm when Asmo coos at you as he takes your hand and intertwines it with yours.

“Always so cute~ Are you worried for me, MC?”

“Yes?! Did you get into a fight--?”

“Shush shush.”

A blood stained finger taps your lips, Asmo letting out a sly grin as he leans close to whisper into your ear.

“It isn’t mine, darling, you don’t need to worry so much.”

Your hands try to tug away from his when he speaks but he keeps you close, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he forces your attention on his voice and his voice alone.

“The succubus I was dancing with? She was a bit...rude. I don’t know why she started making such accusatory comments about you keeping me all to yourself and not letting me pay attention to my fans, but she just let her mouth run anyway. She started saying such mean things about you, MC, I just couldn’t take it.”

He lets out a happy sigh, as if satisfied with the decision he had taken as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“So I just ripped one of her wings off to warn her. I didn’t think she’d spray this much out--ruined my entire outfit.”

Asmo presses a kiss to your neck as you try to pull away again but can only budge from his hold as he starts swaying you to the music.

“Asmo--”

“Hehe, I did a good thing, didn’t I? What is it Levi says? I protected your honor?”

His fingernails seem to almost dig into your back, your body now barely feeling like yours as you let Asmo move you side to side as the music switches to a love song from the human world.

“So shouldn’t I get some praise, master?”

You can’t breathe. It’s not just Asmo pulling you close as you feel yourself sag in his arms with how tightly he is holding you, you can’t breathe because of his confession and just how stupid you could be.

Solomon didn’t praise Asmo as much, in fact he was stricter with Asmo than the other demons you knew he had a pact with, and you had just blown off any sort of advice because you thought that you and the brothers were the same.

“Masteeeer~ Tell me something good...please~”

His words are no longer coherent but just mumbles as you feel him breathing you in as the music grows louder and louder and his grip grows tighter and tighter.

Asmo grins as he feels two hands embrace him, burying your face in his chest as you let him move you in whatever way he wants.

“...thank you...thank you for protecting me…”

He lets out a pleased sigh as he feels your arm rub his back up and down, his mouth opening up to lick and bite at the skin you were so carelessly letting him be so close but stopping himself. It wouldn’t make sense to worship his master with all this blood on one side of him. Words of praise were enough for now.

Once they get back to the House of Lamentation, he’ll ask for a different kind of reward~

Demons do not necessarily have to please their masters but the stronger the connection the stronger the need to make their devotion shown. It is important that the connection between a demon and their master stays one of giving and taking. If the balance is shifted, the human or the demon may lose control of the pact entirely, leaving the remaining party to act irrationally. Just remember:

Your master is temporary.

What exists between you and your master is temporary.

Humans stay with humans, demons stay with demons.

You read the passage a couple more times and then take a peek at the blonde in front of you, blinking when you see Satan meeting your eyes. Both of you look at each other before he breaks first, smiling as he puts his book down and speaks up.

“How are you holding up?”

Looking down at your notes, you blink at the lack of writing on the page. You two had been studying here for an hour for your Pactology exam but your eyes had just been stuck on that passage since you first opened the book. You weren’t going to be forward enough to say that Satan was in love with you but you could admit that the feelings between him and you had certainly grown.

“I’m good just...studying, you know?” In fact, it had been that way with all of the brothers.

You weren’t necessarily friends but also not necessarily lovers. All of it was just a convoluted mess that all of you preferred to not give a name because of just how complicated it was.

Yet Satan had always been a bit more straightforward with you.

The rather direct straight messages, the always polite yet flirty attitude, the secret glances he thought you wouldn’t notice that used to make you laugh but now they made you worry.

Were you being too lenient?

The book was set up as a case study so there were some pages filled with stories about demons who had done atrocious things in order to please their masters in the name of 'love'. Some demons had killed entire royalty lines while others had topped over governments and kingdoms. It wasn’t necessarily spoken as if it was a bad thing, what a demon did when they were in love, it was just spoken as a sort of ‘warning’ that most demons should be the level headed ones in the pact relationship.

Lest they wish to be subjugated to a unilateral pact rather than a bilateral one, all for 'love'.

But maybe you didn't need to worry about that? The stories they spoke of were of some sort of twisted devotion a demon could have for their master! The brothers weren’t devoted to you like that. Satan still teased you from time to time and he knew you were still working your way around having seven pacts. Why would he be devoted to a human like yourself? Why would any of them be devoted to you in such a way!

You close the book as your demon comes to sit down next to you, Satan putting an arm around your chair and sliding closer so he could look at your notes. He hums at the blank pages before smiling and opening the book back up, scanning the index for a moment before tapping one line and flipping to the correct page.

“The test is going to be handwritten so you have to make sure you can explain this case in detail--” He flips back a couple pages, not noticing you looking at him as he clicks his tongue when he finds it.

“And this one as well. If you know these two by the time the test rolls around you should be fine, these are the professors favourite cases so they are bound to be on there--"

“Satan, how do you feel about me?”

Surprised wouldn't begin to cover what he looks like. Satan pulls away slightly to get a better look at you and then smiles as he tucks a stray piece of hair over your ear.

"Why the sudden question?"

You can't help but blush, he always acted like this even in public. Were you enabling him, maybe, by letting him do this? But it felt so nice--

"Just...want to know, you know?

Satan nods before flipping a couple of pages on the book and stopping on the page you were reading. He takes a couple of seconds to scan the words.

"Humans stay with humans...demons stay with demons."

He blinks and looks at you, his eyes fixated on every involuntary twitch as the library gets even more quiet.

"Do you believe this, MC?"

You look at Satan and then back to the book.

"What do you mean?"

His expression softens as he clears his throat.

"Well some of these books were written a very long time ago and times change. Just like the Devildom changes. Look at us, we have a library now. One with computers and everything."

"And not one with typewriters?"

Both of you laugh, the mundanity of it all setting in as you feel yourself relax. It was the same back in the human world, afterall. Things changed, people changed, everything was in a constant state of change so why shouldn't the Devildom experience the same thing?

You weren't doing anything wrong.

"I'll find a newer version then--"

"No need. The notes I took should be enough. Besides--"

Satan scoots even closer and leans over the table to grab his notebook, smiling as his hand grabs your shoulder and brings you closer to him.

"We can just study like this. Since we are at the library we should be keeping quiet."

With renewed confidence, you smile and lean against his shoulder as the hand on the back of your chair pulls you in closer to press a kiss on your cheek. The next few minutes are spent doing nothing but whispering to each other about the exam and several other questions you might have had before Satan mentions something about grabbing a book he needs and how you just needed to sit tight.

Your eyes had to stop staring at so many pact symbols so the break was highly welcome.

Rubbing them with your hands, you miss the demon standing up and walking towards your table.

“...human.”

The tone is stern but surprisingly polite, making you pay attention quickly as you greet the demon with a slight head nod. They take a minute to look at you up and down before speaking again.

“Listen...I really don’t mean to sound rude but I really don’t think you should be doing this outside.”

You blink and look around you, trying to find the clear social violation you had crossed, which only made the demon roll their eyes and tap their finger on the table to bring back your attention.

“I meant the affection, human. I understand that Lord Satan is proud or whatever of having you as his master but that sort of praise should be kept private. If you want to subjugate your demon like that, please do so where none of us can see---”

The liquid that hits your face is warm, disgustingly warm, that you immediately put a hand over your eyes and hiss at the small stinging sensation it seems to be leaving behind. A scream, far too close to you, makes you jump from your seat as you rub at your eyes furiously with your sleeve in order to see what had happened...or what was possibly attacking you.

You don't waste a second, you immediately react with your first instinct.

"Satan!"

Your blood was pumping, your face was warm, every single hair on your body was standing on end as you finally rub and blink away the thing that was blinding you--

Only to be met with Satan's eyes shining as they look at you, a smile on his face while preening at the fact that you had called out his name, not once caring about the eyeball he was now holding in his hand and the demon kneeling in front of him gripping at the blood and skin that was now pooling and dripping down their face and to the floor while hazardously, screaming bloody murder.

“MC…”

Satan’s breathing is heavy as he throws the eye off to the side, smiling as he ignores the demon bleeding out on the floor in favor of taking care of you.

“What a shame, it got you all dirty.”

He takes a handkerchief from his pocket while his other hand went to delicately touch your chin--

Only to blink when you step away from him, his hand hanging in the air as he looks at you. You open your mouth to speak about what he had done, to give any sort of reprimand or punishment but the anger in your demon’s eyes as he smiled and tried to reach out for you again kept you from saying anything and only letting you close your mouth as his hand tilted your chin up.

“I was right. We should have just studied in my room. You shouldn’t have had to deal with someone like them.”

You can only stare at him in horror as he cleans away the blood slowly, licking his lips before leaning down to give your now clean cheek a brief peck.

“Aren’t you happy I was here to protect you, MC?”

Your eyes darted down to the demon on the floor, picking themselves up and running out of the library as everybody else continued working in silence, as if only a mild inconvenience had happened that had barely disrupted the atmosphere of the library.

“I did a good job, didn’t I? Getting them away from you..”

Why did no one help them? Why did no one stop it?

“You even called out to me.”

Your heart stops as your demon takes your hand and presses his lips to your knuckles.

“What sort of praise will you give me, master?”

Oh.

No one stopped him because that was your job.

The text flashes in your head, a note you had also forgotten to jot down. You do not need praise from your master.

Humans do not realize it but their praise, due to the pact's effects, gives a sense of calm that is not present in a demon’s nature and can keep a demon subjugated and even persuade them to make the pact permanent. A demon will find themselves seeking out that praise indefinitely, leading to irrational acts of violence that aren’t stated in the pact and an increase in a demon’s possessive nature towards their master if praise isn’t given often.

Keep a level head and remember, you work for you and not for them.

Satan smiles as he feels your fingers on his cheek, wiping the blood away slowly as you try to continue the action despite the small thrum of pain on your thumb as you touched the now drying black blood.

“You did good...thank you…thank you Satan.”

It’s like he can breathe again, your demon thinks, with the way you are touching his hair and looking up at him. You looked so helpless and how could he possibly ignore such a cute look? He takes your hand and helps you pick the stuff strewn across the table, tutting at the mess the bug dared to leave behind on the notebooks.

But it didn’t matter now, his room was a lot quieter and a better place to study anyway.

If he and his master ended up studying at all.

FALL INTO DESPAIR!

You sigh as your fingers move against the controllers, your character gliding on the screen as they did their signature move and jumped back onto the platform with great ease.

Good thing this was just the practice stage, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have made that smooth a-jump if you were playing against Levi.

Another sigh escapes you as you look at the door.

Where did Levi even go?

What was the point of playing a new game if he wasn't around to tell you every single detail about it? That was the first reason you had bought Demonic Gear anyway, to laugh as Levi complained or praised a certain feature in the game.

This game specifically had been one Levi was extremely hyped to buy, even inviting you to wait with him outside one of the few game stores the Devildom had opened for the release.

The experience itself was one you had to take part in, Levi insisted as he dragged you outside, one that would take a normie like you and turn them into a hardcore gamer.

Which you honestly couldn't care less about.

You just liked seeing him excited.

Was it silly to say that it also got you excited as well? Levi tended to share everything with you when it came to his interests that it made it hard not to get excited as well.

And with how often Levi tended to put himself down for having no friends, inviting you to something he enjoyed was probably the biggest test of friendship he could give you.

One, you would like to say, you barely passed.

You look at your fingers on the controller, frowning as you tap 'A' to restart the match.

Waiting in line with Levi had been a good experience like you thought, he had a backpack full of snacks and even warmers for your pockets so that your hands wouldn't get cold.

It was cute when you offered to hold hands inside your jacket pocket so that he also wouldn't feel cold, Levi nearly dropping a full chip bag in surprise as he sputtered about how he needed to keep himself bright and alert in case the doors opened early--!

Only to mutter in a low voice how he wouldn't mind doing it for a few minutes, just as long as you paid attention as well.

You smiled and let his hand intertwine with yours while huddled close, smiling whenever you felt him squeeze down just to prove that this was in fact real.

Maybe that had been your first mistake.

The doors had opened earlier than they had advertised, people immediately rushing in as the line moved fast and hazardously--

"Move over, human trash!"

It was fast, whatever the demon did to make you trip, but you barely could pull your hand away as you felt yourself about to fall--

"MC!"

Levi's hands were rough as he caught and pulled you away from the sea of people, hugging you tight to his chest as the demons in line quickly shuffled into the store and out with their copies in hand.

By the time you two were able to go in, there wasn't a single copy left.

The walk back home had been quiet, a look of guilt on your face as you tell him that the moment a new shipment came you would go back and buy it yourself--

But Levi just said it wasn't your fault and that he was just happy he got to hold your hand.

You insisted on going to his room and playing a different game but Levi asked you to just wait for him there, stating that there was something he needed to do before he could be worthy to stand by your side again.

That line alone made you worried. He only talked like this when he was really upset about something.

Without waiting one second, you run to his room and search up the game on the online store. Levi was planning to spend this amount anyway so it didn’t matter whether you purchased it online or as a physical copy, right!

Who were you kidding? It mattered to him...and so it mattered to you.

“Maybe I can reserve a copy now? Surely the shipment will arrive soon--”

“MC?” You jump up and put the remote down on his chair, smiling as you turn around to at least tell him about how you got him a consolation prize--!

Yet your gasp interrupts any sort of good news that you could give, almost tripping over yourself as you watch a small drop of blood drip off from Levi’s nails, the rest matted to the clothes of his demon form as he gave you a small smile.

“Levi!” All your thoughts are on immediately making sure he isn’t hurt, going to reach for his arm--but feeling your hand stopped by his as he immediately gets down on one knee.

“I took care of them, Master.”

“...what? Levi--”

“The rats that tried to hurt you.”

He looks up and you feel yourself back away, the hand grabbing yours tugging you back slightly as you look away from him. Levi had never looked so focused, his eyes never once breaking eye contact with yours as he switched from grabbing onto your hand to holding it with both of his hands.

“I saw their faces...the ones who did something so unforgivable. My instincts had told me to get rid of them right that instant but my Master needed my protection first.”

Levi presses your hand to his cheek and closes his eyes.

“But I followed their scent afterwards, the sick scent they had left behind on you when they got too close. They hadn’t even gone straight home to play the game they had stolen from us--they were just bragging...bragging about their foolish attempt to hurt you.”

He smiles as his hold gets tighter.

“But a fool always gets what a fool deserves.”

You remembered that line. The fourth book from the TSL series, the line the Lord of Shadows whispers to Henry before killing off one of the Lord of Fool’s messengers who had been sent to take Henry away. You remember Levi talking about how that book nearly had not been printed because of such a graphic detail on the description of the murder, revealing a side of the Lord of Shadows that fans may not have seen before…

The quiet and reclusive Lord, ripping the arm of the messenger clean off before proceeding to gouge out the inside of the stump with just his nails, the messenger only being able to scream in pain as the viscera gathered in a pool of meat and blood right next to his feet--!

Your hand twitches in realization as the blood burns your skin slightly, like when you put it far too close to the stove when it was clear that you needed to pull away.

“And better news yet, I reaped their spoils for you...for us…”

He shakily presses your hand on his head, his smile getting wobbly as a small trace of saliva slowly drips down the side of his lips.

“S--So please...praise me, my Master! Praise the good job your demon has done for you…! The Hero he has become for you!”

In your head, you remember the rest of that scene. The Lord of Shadows had turned to Henry with a nervous but victorious smile, claiming how he had saved his friend from being taken away from his side. Yet the book spoke about Henry's sudden and tiny fear of what the Lord of Shadows was capable of, his praise not born from gratitude but from fear of what would happen if he didn't give the once evil Lord what he wanted.

So you spoke your line perfectly and with what must have been the same fear that Henry felt as you gently ran your fingers through Levi's hair.

"My...my friend. My hero...thank you for keeping me safe...and keeping me close to you."

Levi feels his heart beat fast at your words, his breathing now ragged and heavy as he feels your words affect every single nerve in his body.

This...this was his first headpat! A headpat from his Master! Of all the items he could have possibly gotten from this quest--this was the rarest item of all! Even if he had to go and waste his time with some normie demons, it really had all been worth it! All for his master's praise!

Maybe if he begged enough...their Master would spend the night with him as well?

Your leg was bouncing more than you’d care to think about.

How did you even get into this mess? It wasn’t that you were unsupervised at any time during the day, Mammon was always the one insisting he walk you to and from classes the first few months of your pact with him so it was almost impossible to be alone..

But demon's were crafty and you had let your guard down while in RAD.

You look around and sigh, Mammon was really late.

It had been his idea to meet in this cafe, why was he the one late!? Your leg starts bouncing again as you look down at your phone and the rather glaring message that was from an unmarked number.

[You better not forget your promise, human, else we'll go after your scumbag protector!]

As much as you loved Mammon, it was getting harder to get him out of his debts nowadays. Not that you could possibly pay off any sort of debts that he had, you were sure some of them were in the millions, but this one had been different.

Some demons had managed to corner you outside of RAD, telling you that Mammon had given them a fake human artifact and how they wanted the 'real' thing.

You had made a face apparently because they told you it wasn't something that disgusting and that they weren't the kind of demons to 'mess around' with humans and how that was only for freaks.

They just wanted something of yours that they could sell.

Which, okay, you could do that.

"Mammon, where are you…"

They had agreed to meet you in an alley near the cafe you were currently at, one of the reasons you said yes to Mammon in the first place. You were just going to have coffee with him and then excuse yourself to give the demons what they wanted. It was going to be the quickest exchange of your life if only your demon would get here!

You grab your phone and shoot back a quick message, telling them to be patient and that you would be there in a few minutes.

The promise was getting harder to keep though.

With the ghost waiters staring at you and the other demons looking at you pitifully for sitting at a table all alone, you were starting to get more and more upset by the minute.

This was spoiling Mammon. Lucifer was right, you were actively spoiling Mammon at this point.

But how could you say no to him! Mammon may have his moments and, yes, he may have tried to sell something of yours but almost all of that cash that he seemed to get back went to get small presents for you and him! Your entire shelf back at the House of Lamentation was filled with little knick knacks he had bought you over the past few months and even the sight of them were enough to send your heart flying.

Any gift that Mammon gave you was stored and kept away at a very special place, both in your room and in your heart.

You weren’t shy about it either, any sort of jewelry he would buy would be worn by you the next day. It was met by annoyed comments and an occasional outburst as to why Mammon had such bad taste in jewelry but you knew that was the brother’s usual way of teasing you and him.

Your eyes go down to the bracelet you were wearing, smiling as you rub your thumb over the small golden links that kept it hanging around your wrist.

He had done so much for you, it was time you did this for him.

[Mammon! I need to go somewhere first! I’ll meet you at the cafe when I can, okay?]

Good thing you didn’t tell him you got here first and even better thing that you didn’t order anything. The chair scrapes against the cobblestone as you make your way out of the cafe, running down a somewhat familiar street as you try to find the correct alleyway.

“In front of The Fall and then take a left, in front of The Fall and take a left--”

You smile as the lights of The Fall greet you, illuminating the only alleyway that could possibly fit the description. Digging into your pockets, you pull out the artifact you were going to hand over and nod in determination.

“Hand it over and get out...nothing hard about that.”

Your hand goes over your heart as you try to calm it down while you turn and take the first few steps in--

“Mammon?”

The name escapes you before you can take in the image in front of you, a pair of blueish eyes staring at you Mammon’s leathery wings open up to hide the splatters of blood all over the concrete walls, but failing to hide the thing that he was holding in his hand.

A head. A head with a spine underneath that curved so perfectly, just like horns adorsninf the top.

The horns of a demon who looked so so similar to the one you had spoken to today--

“MC?”

His fingers immediately drop what he is holding on the poorly hidden pool of viscera strewn around him before retracting back to the fingers you were so used to seeing steal that it was so different to see them covered in blood.

"Why didn't you wait a the cafe…?"

And although you know it's him, you know that Mammon would never hurt you, your body takes a few steps back when he turns around to face you entirely.

Mammon in his demon form wasn’t anything new but your brain had equated it to match more serious events such as being in the Demon Lord’s castle or a dangerous situation. So seeing him in this form, with blood almost dripping off the leathery garments as he turns to look at you and calls out your name again in a worried but serious tone.

It was getting harder to fight your survival instincts.

He holds out his hand and you quickly recoil away, Mammon looking down and cursing when he sees it is caked with viscera and demon blood, the stench of it getting heavier the closer he gets to you. Quickly wiping it away, your demon wastes no time in meeting your steps as his hand goes to grab the back of your head and his arm wraps around your waist to pull you close to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were bothering you?”

Your eyes were stinging from the smell of death all around him, which you guessed was a good thing since you didn’t even know how to answer his question.

“When did they get to you...I was with you this entire week…”

It was like he wasn’t even directing these questions at you, just thinking out loud to himself as you feel his wings stretch out so that you wouldn’t be able to see the bloody mess on the cobblestone street--

A hand runs through your hair as Mammon hugs you tighter, your lips now pressed in a thin line as you hear vague whispers of what he should have done to them in the first place if they had dared to come and talk to you so openly.

“They shouldn’t have been around you, none of them have, nobody but me should be around you always…”

Your hand grips at his bicep as you feel his hold tighten.

“I had to protect my master...who else is going to protect you but me?”

He quickly pulls you away slightly and cups your face, your skin crawling when you feel the other hand he had fail to clean press against your cheek as he forced your eyes on him.

“You really should have told me something sooner...but I don’t mind forgiving my Master for something they couldn’t control.”

Mammon smiles and wraps his wings around you, so that nothing could possibly deter you from staring only at him.

“...I’m your protector, aren’t I?”

His hands fingernails lightly dig into your cheek as you jump when he speaks again.

“Say I’m your protector...please Master…”

It was fight of flight for you and the only way you could defend yourself was to soothe the beast in front of you with the words he wanted to hear.

“You’re...you’re my protector...Mammon...you always protect me…”

Your eyes never tear away from him as you copy his movements, cupping his cheeks and doing your best to hold back tears as the worry inside of you morphs into an awful dreadful feeling.

“Say it again.”

“You’re my protector…”

“Again.”

“Thank you for protecting me…”

“Again.”

“Mammon please…”

Your demon lets go of your cheeks as you start to cry, smiling when he feels just how shaken you were by the whole situation. It must have been scary to be bullied by those scumbags, wasn’t it? But you didn’t have to cry anymore, your Mammon was here to protect you from everything that wished to take you away from him. He presses his lips to the corners of your eyes before hugging you close, reminding himself that from now on he would never dare to leave you alone.

His master deserved his protection, even if they didn’t know they needed it.

“Nice to meet you!”

You try to hold your smile just as you are holding out your hand, looking at one of the many Dukes of Hell that Diavolo was introducing you to during one of his many birthday parties.

Only for them to once again ignore you, smiling at Lucifer as they shake his hand and go back to enjoying the party.

“...well so much for that.”

You sigh and let your hand flop to your side as Lucifer stares at the guest walk away before turning back to you and offering you a sympathetic smile. As much as you wish you could return it, it was annoying to think that Diavolo had once again invited you to one of his many parties and decided to ignore the very clear fact that you were still a human.

And that most demons, especially demon royalty, tended to hate your guts.

No matter what you could possibly represent, you were still one of the races that they believed themselves to be superior to and no amount of smiling and hand shaking could fix that.

So it was annoying that Diavolo still thought that he could put you in those situations and pretend like there was nothing wrong.

“Did you see how she looked at me?”

“They were most likely impressed by your outfit, they had the decency to look at you at least.”

“They stared into my eyes for one second before ignoring me and being all smiley with you.”

You make a face as you turn towards Lucifer and give him your best aristocratic ‘I’m so much better than you’ gesture.

“Why Lucifer, you look just as radiant as the day we met! Would you save a dance for me later on tonight?”

Lucifer chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the stairs of the great palace.

“As much as I enjoyed the joke, I will have to let you go. One of the Duchesses of the Seventh Layer of the Devidom has asked for a dance and Diavolo fears she might throw an earth shattering tantrum if she does not get her wish.”

Your eyes look out towards the crowd as you spot the duchess in question, her eyes not once staring at you but almost drilling holes into Lucifer’s back as she tapped her fingers against her arm in anger at the mere thought of being kept waiting.

“Oh her? I like the hairpin she has on.”

Letting go of Lucifer’s hand, you go up the first few steps as Lucifer’s eyes remain fixed on your form.

“Her hairpin?”

“Yeah. I think it was a ghost lily? Either way, it was beautiful. It looked like it could go well with either long or short hair, those kinds of hairpins are hard to come by.”

You grin and turn to look at Lucifer.

“You think it’d look good on me?”

He doesn’t get to answer the question as you feel a rumble underneath your feet, both of you turning to stare at the fuming woman making her way towards you.

“That’s my cue. Good luck!”

Lucifer calls out to you but you are already halfway up the stairs, giggling to yourself as you realize just what your poor demon had to go through by being Diavolo’s second right hand man. That Duchess looked far too angry to be a regular demon, if you had stayed any longer she would have probably killed you right where you stood!

Well, not like Lucifer would let that happen.

Despite already being far away from the crowd, your smile stays on your face as you make your way towards one of the many balconies around the castle. The air is fresh and cool on your face as you lean against the dark marble to take in the view of the Devildom from Diavolo’s castle.

Whatever this had been, whether a cultural exchange program or some form of divine punishment, it was becoming easier to manage.

In fact, it had become a lot easier to manage once you had Lucifer’s pact mark imprinted on your left eye, officially making it the most prominent pact mark on your body. As much as you wished to believe that you had accustomed yourself to regular ol' Devildom life, Lucifer's pact mark had done most of the heavy lifting.

And that alone was enough to make you feel guilty.

The point of this entire 'exchange' was to lessen the strain of many years of conflict between the three realms and while Simeon and Solomon were pulling their weight, with Luke following behind rather dutifully, you had still struggled with basic demon interactions.

Until you got Lucifer's mark.

It didn't necessarily get better, but you were snarled at less by those who didn't want you there and that was enough to count it as a positive.

You press your hands against the marble of the balcony and let out another sigh. Didn't this just prove you were also putting pressure on Lucifer? Ontop of what he already had?

No. You weren't about to be a dead weight to your demon.

With how often Lucifer took care of you? And how much he said he treasured you? No! You refused to be a burden to him!

Shaking off the sadness you take in two deep breaths before humming and thinking of a way to possibly repay it back to him. You two dancing at Diavolo's party would be a bit too much for guests--so maybe you could dance here?

Yes. Yes!

You grin and put your hands up as if you were with a partner, doing your best in imitating the basic waltz steps that Lucifer had taught you. Surprising him by offering to dance outside, with the moon shining down on you two as you thanked him for all he had done!

Best idea you've had this whole cultural exchange, really.

You laugh and spin around but a barrier stops you from making a full spin, hands grabbing your shoulders and keeping you in place.

"Are you enjoying the party, Master?"

Perfect! He had finished!

"Lucifer! I had an idea! How about we--"

The hairpin catches your attention first, the ornament being just as beautiful as close as it was at a distance yet speckled with something red against its shiny gold leaves as Lucifer held it up to you--

"Lucifer!"

You push the hairpin away from your face as Lucifer smiles and leans into your touch, your left hand cupping the side of his face that had been sprinkled with the most blood. Your eyes go down to his collar and gasp when you see angry, red lines running from under his chin all the way to his collarbone, making his black shirt look even darker with the blood it was now absorbing.

And yet he didn't seem panicked, just smiling calmly as he holds your hand and presses it against the harsh wounds.

"MC."

"Lucifer, we need to get you some help! We--We need to get Barbatos or Diavolo! Oh my stars you're bleeding so much--!'

"MC."

"What happened! Is anybody else hurt? Why didn't you call for me--!"

You yelp when you feel Lucifer pressing your hands against the wound, the blood feeling wrong against your hand and skin but it does help from feeling the angry ridges from where the skin had been ripped.

"Do I look in pain?"

No. And that's what worried you the most.

"You...you don't but--"

"Believe me, these wounds are more than welcomed. Especially when they are a sign of how I protected you."

He keeps your hand pressed against his wound, pressing it closer and closer until you were sure that the tingling sensation in your hand was the feeling of it lightly burning your skin.

"The Duchess was just a pest as I thought but one good thing came from her corpse. I figured if a demoness that could run her tongue for so long didn't need her head to begin with."

The words don't hit you until you feel the hairpin pressed against your hair, feeling it clip into place as Lucifer adjusted it just a bit.

"No matter if short or long...I think this hairpin suits you best."

Lucifer smiles as he wraps one arm around your waist, keeping your hand trapped against his wound while he pressed a kiss to the tears now forming around the corner of your eyes.

"Lucifer…"

"It's alright, Master, no need to thank me with your words. This should have been expected of me in the beginning..."

He smiles as he takes your other hand and places it on his shoulder, gently guiding you through the steps you had danced by yourself as his lips move from your eyes to your own trembling ones.

"Although it would be a shame if I had to go after another duke or duchess all to seek out my master's praise...it would be a hassle for Barbatos to clean up…"

Lucifer smiles as your lips quickly press against his, your entire body trembling against him as he continues to guide you through your little dance. How awful, you were probably cold from standing outside so long…

He'd be a waste of a demon if he didn't warm his master up, but he guessed that it would be appropriate to look for a private room first.

No need to let the pests see how cutely his Master cried for him.

---

Who’s [MC]?

Summary : After your death, Diavolo found a replacement for your empty seat in the program. But the new student, Yuki, was so just like you and now, she thrives to know who you are and why they kept mentioning the human she replaced.

(I have read too much replaced AU:’) I’m back from a vacay btw uwu)

WHO’S [MC]? 

Chapter 1 : Curiosity

How long has it been? Three, four, five months? You can’t count how much time has passed with you, trapped in Devildom’s realm as a poor soul.

“You’re too cool for a human who just died,” Lilith remarked in the air. You turned to your right only to see a ball of light. 

“You’re too cool for a ghost who doesn’t even have a physical soul at least”

“HEY!” Lilith shouted, defensive. “Be kind to your ancestor, you sheep!”

You laughed before floating on top of the meeting table in the meeting office.

“Why are we here anyway?” Asked Lilith. “There will be a meeting, yeah?”

“Yep.. I heard from Lord Diavolo that a new student will come down here as my replacement in this program”

“Seriously though just why wou–”

“Shusshh.. They’re here” you said, not wanting her to say anything. The door burst open revealing nine people, the seven rulers of hell, the demon prince and his loyal butler. They went on their own seats.

You watched them carefully, assessing their features. It’s been three days since you saw them and like always, the seven demon brother’s look more tired than before, Diavolo has dark circles under his eyes and Barbatos loses the only hint of light on his eyes.

“They look horrible,” you commented. “Can’t they move on?”

“You’re important to them [MC]. Especially my brothers. You played a big part in their lives. Of course they can’t move on just like that..”

“Fair point.”

Your attention turned to Diavolo who cleared his throat.

“So, It’s been a while since [MC]’s..” Diavolo stopped midway before looking down. “Death”

You saw how the others tensed up and you can’t help but sigh. Now that the wounds of your death were just fresh in everyone’s mind, it looks like the new student will not be oh-so-welcome.

“I feel sorry for the new student..” you muttered and turned to Lilith. “If the brothers are grieving right now then the new student won’t be very much welcomed. Right now, Belphegor, maybe not just him but the rest of his brothers, hates humans.. After what happened to me”

“How are you so sure?”

“A human caused your death” you looked at Belphegor who’s more lively than usual. “Humans also caused my death. I’m not numb to not know the affection they feels towards me”

“Then what are we supposed to do?” the ball of light asked. “Do you think the new student will be in danger?”

“No..” you answered. “Diavolo would make sure this human will be protected. He won’t want to mess this up”

“Today is the day.. [MC]’s replacement will come..” Diavolo looked at Barbatos and the latter nodded. He gave a paper to Mammon containing all information about the new student.

Mammon only looked at it for a brief three seconds flat before passing it to Levi. The Grand Admiral didn’t bother to look at it and immediately passed down the paper to Satan. The fourth born read the information before passing to Asmodeus. The Avatar of Lust scanned the woman’s delicate face on the picture for a while before passing it to his younger brother, Beelzebub. The Glutton looked at it and put the paper on the table. He didn’t bother giving it to Belphie. He knows his twin would rip apart the paper if he did.

You looked at the woman’s picture on the paper. You can’t deny that she’s a beautiful girl. Silver hair and golden eyes with a cute smile.

“She’s pretty,” you commented in which Lilith agreed. 

“Shall we start teleporting her?” Barbatos asked his master and Diavolo nodded. Barbatos opened a portal and after a few seconds, a loud thud was heard in the room. A woman wearing a college uniform was dropped on the ground, eyes closed and fear written all over her face.

After settling on the ground for a few seconds, the new student slowly opened her eyes. You looked at her from the above with curiosity.

She looked around and saw the nine people inside the room. The chamber was dark, eight men seated on throne-like seats like kings and a butler standing beside her.

“Welcome to Devildom, Yuki” Diavolo announced that caught Yuki’s attention. “I am Diavolo, the Prince of Hell as well as the president of RAD’s council. I welcome you as a new exchange student.”

Diavolo gestured Lucifer, “That’s Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, my right-hand man and the vice president of the council”

Instead of the fake smile Lucifer gave you on your very first day, Lucifer only gave Yuki a stern look and a nod. Looks like the loyal pridy man is not afraid to disappoint nor offend Diavolo right now.

Lucifer looked at Mammon, “He’s Mammon, my younger brother. He’ll be in charge of taking care of you throughout your time here in Devildom.”

The second oldest’s head snapped at Lucifer, “HUH?! We didn’t talked about this?!”

Lucifer glared at his brother and the latter held his gaze for his brother for a few seconds before looking at Yuki. He gritted his teeth before looking away.

The rest of the brothers are uninterested, only greeting her with nothing but coldness. Though Belphegor didn’t introduce himself, Beelzebub did. 

“D-Devildom? Avatars? E-Exchange student?” Yuki muttered in a shaky voice. It’s too much for her. Demons exist? And she’s in hell? Is she dead?

“He–Uhh.. So hi? Well.. When can I go home?” Yuki asked Diavolo though not meeting his eyes.

“You’ll be studying here for a year.. Or more like half a month since you’re a replacement for the previous human student we had” Diavolo trailed. “No worries.. After six months you could go home. Though you just need to write a letter of your experience here in Devildom.” 

“Six months?!” Yuki exclaimed, her eyes wide. “I’ll stay here for six months?! With demons?!”

“Please don’t panic Ms. Yuki” Barbatos chimed in, making Yuki look at him. “If you’re worried about your safety then we reassure you that you’ll be out of harm and we’ll protect you throughout your stay”

“I’ll study here for six months, write a letter about what I experienced in Devildom then I’m free?”

Barbatos nodded. “Harmless and alive.”

“That sounds like a threat” you commented while watching Yuki’s pale face.

Lilith didn’t respond but you know she agrees on your statement. 

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It’s been a few days since Yuki’s transfer to Devildom. Everything is fine except that she’s ignored by the brothers. She lived with them though stays in the room they made for her. Your room was kept untouched and they don’t plan on letting her use the very place where you spent most of your time in Devildom. 

Yuki was not surprised at the cold shoulder the brothers gave her. They’re demons so what does she expect? She also doesn’t have any reasons to talk with them. 

Barbatos kept his word. She remained unharmed and alive wherever she went, with the second born around her.

“She’s their replacement, right?”

“I hope she’s as good as them..”

“It still feels different without them around.. I miss the little human who walks around and slaps Satan’s head..”

Yuki’s ears twitched. Human? Beside her and Solomon? Is it the same human Diavolo mentioned? The human she replaced in the program?

That human can slap Satan’s head? 

Yuki almost didn’t believe it. Satan is as intimidating as Lucifer and he’s the Avatar of Wrath in the least. So that human could slap Satan’s head without dying?

“Hah.. I still remember when Satan, Belphegor and them pranked Lucifer in the hallways..”

The chattering demons chuckled at the reminiscence of the said event.

‘They said what now? That human pranked Lucifer with Satan and Belphegor?’ Yuki thought. So that human is respectable?’

Yuki walked further in the hallways and ran into Simeon and Luke. The angels she atleast befriended. 

“Yuki!” Simeon called. “Nice to run into you. How have you been?”

“Oh I’m fine..” Yuki shrugged. “The brother’s still giving me the cold shoulder.”

“Demons are no good, Yuki!” Luke chimed in. “Don’t trust them nor befriend them!”

Yuki chuckled, “Yes. I’ll keep that in mind”

“Luke, how many times did I tell you not to bad mouth demons?” Simeon warned Luke and the latter frowned. 

“I’m just warning her!” the little angel defended. “I don’t want her to be involved with the brothers like [MC] did!”

The mention of foreign name got Yuki’s attention.

“[MC]…?”

Luke gasped and put his own hands on his mouth. Simeon was stopped dead on his tracks. After a few seconds, Simeon blinked before sighing, “[MC]’s an important person to us..”

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It was dinner time. You could hear the brother’s utensils clicking on the plate. There was nothing but the sound of the spoons and fork. You’re beside Mammon and looking across at him, Yuki, who’s sitting on your usual seat on the table.

You could see the uncomfortableness in Yuki’s face.

“Can’t you at least console her?” you asked Lilith while gesturing at Yuki. 

“I’m not connected to her [MC].. I cannot communicate with her”

You could only watch as they had a gloomy dinner. If you’re alive, you’ll be sure by now that the nine of you will be so noisy right now.

Yuki stopped eating and put her utensils down. Lucifer looked at her with raised brows. “Is the food not to your liking, Yuki?”

Yuki shakes her head. “Hey, if you don’t mind.. Could I ask a question?”

The brothers gave each other a look. You were also taken aback too. This is the first time Yuki had talked to the brothers since her transfer here in Devildom.

“Sure, ask away” Satan answered and Yuki nodded.

“So…” Yuki looked at her food before at Satan. Her hands fidgeted. Even if she’s nervous, she wants to feed her curiosity. So she’ll take this chance. Even a single hint about that human, she’ll be okay.

“I’ve been bothered about this since yesterday but.. Who’s MC? Are they the human Lord Diavolo mentioned that I’ll replace in the program?”

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Exclusive Mc Privileges

Lucifer

Getting to wear his big coats and gloves when you’re cold or whenever you feel like it

Interrupting him working with no consequences no matter how silly the reason

Waking him up first thing in the morning like a kid on Christmas

Telling him how attractive he is when he’s mad

Helping him grooms his wings

Taking as many silly pictures together as they want as long as they don’t share them with anyone

Borrowing his pens

Helping yourself to his record collection

Staying out late

Comforting him in the middle of the night when he wakes up with a nightmare

Mammon

Being his passenger princess

Treating him like a princess whenever he feels inadequate

Borrowing his sunglasses at any time

Keeping him company when Lucifer hangs him upside down

Taking the blame for anything bad you did even if it means losing money

Driving his car

Using his money

Calling him you first and cutest demon

Dressing in matching outfits even if they are bright pink

Levi

Joining him to any and all conventions

Making cosplays with him

Borrowing anything from his manga collection

Touching or seeing his tail in a domestic setting since he’s insecure about

Polishing his scales for him before parties!

Feeding him while he’s gaming

Letting you play any game you want on game nights together

Doing his makeup whenever you feel like it

Caring for Henry

Satan

Organizing his books

Sharing his tea collection with him

Baking cookies together from his favorite book series

Going to exclusive events as his partner

Using his influence to get you whatever you want

Spending late night reading time with him

Going on morning walks with him

Scrubbing his hair in the shower <3

Borrowing his notes from class if you were sick or just forgot to take some that day

Asmo

Sharing his morning routine with him since he wants you to look fabulous too

Getting lots of gifts from him since everything he sees reminds him of you

Borrowing anything you want in his closet

Using his Devilgram

Matching jewelry!

Making jewelry together to have it matching which is better than buying it

Attending meet and greet events with him as moral and emotional support

Him cooking cute recipes he found online for you

Being his personal model for new looks

Beel

Cooking for and with him

Stopping him from eating the ingredients while cooking

Picking out his change of clothes after the gym

Going on dates to new restaurants

Stealing his shirts to fashion into outfits or lounging around in

Piggy back rides!

Flexing his arms for you so you can touch them

Admiring his wings

Teaching you everything he knows about various Devildom dishes

Belphie

Sleepy kisses :)

Hiding in the attic to get away for a while and nap

Pillow shopping together

Going camping in the middle of nowhere to admire the stars and each others company

Sneaking off together at parties

Karaoke together since he knows how much you love his voice

Attempting to wake each other up but falling back asleep together each time

Surprising you at RAD with random gifts of flowers

Making cupcakes together and ending in a flour war

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What does the seven rulers of hell actually do?

...when they're not throwing another party or get trapped in a curse out of nowhere

Lucifer

He is mainly involved in politics. He processes lots of confidential documentation everyday. He also co-run an interrogation unit with Barbatos.

Mammon

He is out on the field to do the shadow/dirty work for Lucifer. He gets paid handsomely for it.

Leviathan

He is responsible for marine force management. He gets well paid by doing his job, although he's not interested at all. It supports his expensive hobby, so no complaints.

Satan

He reads manuscript and finds powerful magic artifacts which scattered in Devildom/other reamls. He talks to all kinds of specialists and solves mysteries. When Lucifer is not around to make important decisions, he sometimes fills in his position.

Asmodeus

He is responsible for public relations. He manages events, create and spread propaganda for Devildom. He also gets a lot of classified intelligence from people by charming them.

Beelzebub

He protects Lucifer. He also manages a small elite bodyguard team for him.

Belphegor

This bad bitch only does two things. Sleep or kill. He's very good at disguising. He can be the delivery guy. He can be the janitor. He can be the waiter. He eliminate his target effortlessly because he moves so quick and unnoticeable. He doesn't get a lot of jobs though, so he still sleeps most of the days.

Bonus: MC

They escort human souls to hell for punishment as their after school activity. After they graduated from RAD, they will be hunting lost souls on earth, and sort them into heaven or hell.

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ROR Yandere types

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: DARK CONTENT, 18+ (MINORS/AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DON’T INTERACT), Yandere, Bad English, Toxic Relationship, Dehumanization, Implied Killing, Sadism, Stalker, Mention of torture?, There is some implication of physically hurting you, Obsession, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Implied/Mentions of Kidnapping, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ My blog contains dark content, be careful when interacting/following! Please if you like my work don't forget to reblog/interact with me♡ Minors, ageless, blank blogs, and silent readers will get blocked if interact with me. ➳ Characters: Thor, Apollo, Poseidon, Loki, Hades, Hermes, Nostradamus, Buddha, Adam, Qin Shi Huang

⤠ Yan Poseidon taking you with force ⤟ ROR Masterlist ⤠ Yan Loki kidnapping you ⤟ 

How much this took me to write? No, you don't want to know. Neither I want to know. Also I just wanted an excuse to write about Apollo lmfaoaooa the others weren't planned but thats ok, I tried very hard to see what type everyone is djdmnd im not 100% sure on some characters tho...

✧˚ · . Adam

Type: Overprotective, Clingy, Self-Aware  

Adam is very overprotective, as soon as you are in a bad mood he ready to swing to everyone. If you are crying, probably someone is getting beating up. Adam really doesn’t want to see you crying or upset in any way that’s why he insist on being with you all the time, what if someone is mean to you? Or tries to hurt you? 

So yeah, he’s quite clingy. Doesn’t leave your unless necessary and would instint on being together all the time, sharing hobbies or just relaxing. You can’t scare him away with apples, once Adam decided to stay with you, he will stay with you. No complaining to him, Adam won’t hear it. 

Yes, Adam is very self-aware- it's not like he manipulates you into believing he’s doing it for a reason, sure he’s doing it to protect you, but Adam also knows that the way he’s expressing his feelings is terribly wrong. I think that for a long time Adam actually tried to keep his feelings at bay, without succeeding 

✧˚ · . Apollo

Type: Self-Indulgent, Clingy, Obsessisive

Apollo being self-indulgent is like, the sky being blue or the sun burning to be more in theme. Obvious. He is, of course he is. Apollo loves you dearly, but in the relationship, it’s clear that he is the one in control while you are more of a sidekick. It’s kind of he kidnapped you to look beautiful himself rather than you, more so a new pretty object to have and flaunt 

But like I said before, Apollo loves you. So so much. And he’s so, so incredibly clingy; Apollo never leaves your side, he constantly talks to you, search for you, it’s like he can’t live without having you near him. Like he can’t breathe. Apollo would pout and complain whatever you have to do stuff without him, insisting for him to go too. 

And his clingness is connected to Apollo being obsessive. You are all he can think of, which is very annoying for him, no matter how much he tries to focus his mind in everything else being with others, indulging in music, art, somehow it always come back to you. You are his new muse and all of his art is now of you, and well... Why just his art? Why not becoming more? 

✧˚ · . Buddha

Type: Overprotective, Impulsive, Clingy? 

A lot of people fit into the overprotective type, including Buddha. It just.... This place isn’t a safe one for someone cute, adorable, and soft like you. It really isn’t, so do you really blame him for going “overboard” with your protection? It’s not like Buddha is forcing you to do what he wants, you are absolutely free to solo. Just expect him to be around, if not directing near you 

Buddha does what he wants when he wants, so it isn’t surprising that he’s an impulsive type eh? You aren’t going to be that scared and on edge with him like with others though since Buddha won’t hurt you, but you aren’t going to know what he’s going to do. Maybe one day he’s just tired of his home and forces you into a “vacation” or maybe he just... Cuddle with you 

Now I’m not 100% on the clingy (like with another characters lol), but I can somewhat see it: his mind often goes back to you, wanting to know where you are, with who, what are you doing, how are you feeling. Buddha somehow gets extremely lonely when you aren’t around, so he usually searching for you 

✧˚ · . Hades

Type: Manipulative, Over-Protective, Obsessive

Manipulative because Hades will use any excuse, any possibility, any thought to keep you with him. He would rather prefer not making you cry or feel insecure but if that’s the only way to tie you with him Hades is willingly to do so, even if it breaks his heart. He doesn’t feel good when he manipulates you, but he has to. 

Of course Hades is over-protective of you, everything and everyone could not only hurt you but take you away from him. It’s the “what if” that scares him, the possibilities- Hades is so terrified of losing you more than you being hurt, even though that possibility is still scarying for him, but more one Hades can use for his personal gain. 

Ever since the King of the Underworld saw you he has been obsessive, as soon as his eyes lay on you. And ever since then Hades has been obsessive; it’s like his entire life now evolves around you. Like you are a new sun in his life. 

extra: i see him being delusional too. Sure, we see him as pretty logical and down to earth man, but it's exactly why hes delusional. Hades doesn't want to believe of what kind of man, of god sorry, he's becoming. But it's too late to stop now. 

✧˚ · . Hermes

Type: Manipulative, Sadistic, Stalker 

Just like his uncle, Hermes is very manipulative too. Unlike Hades however he has no problem doing so. His type of manipulation is very gaslighting and ‘half-truths’, you can never be sure with this man.You will be most of the time under his manipulation, something he loves doing and kind of treats you like a little doll 

Which isn’t surprising considering how sadistic he can be, especially with you. Hermes does it to see how far can he go, how will you react this time more than punish you (unlike his blue uncle), its just to spice up things a bit. It’s good for a relationship no? He won’t be too bad either!! Physically at least Hermes won’t hurt you. 

Its not entirely why Hermes is a stalker however, he just likes seeing you. Studying you. Seeing you in a more calm mood; your routine, what you do in your free time, your hobbies if you have any friends to take care of... But also because he likes tortuting you further. He’s a motherfucker through and through lol 

Extra: Hermes fits into the self-aware type. It’s not like he’s lying to himself or delusional enough to believe he’s doing something good, Hermes is very much aware of how selfish he is and how wrong your relationship is becoming. Does he care? No. It’s fun! And your terrified expression is simply beautiful 

✧˚ · . Loki

Type: Impulsive, Sadistic, Manipulative 

Loki being impulsive isn’t really that surprising eh? He loves seeing you so insecure about him, always walking through egg shelves in fear of breaking. Good luck with fouding out what he’s thinking or planning to do to you, because trust me it isn’t going to be pretty about it 

Because, obviously, he is quite sadistic too. Loki wants you to cry, beg, whimper, scream for him and he wouldn’t be nice about it at all; especially if misbeheaved in some way. Unlike Hermes, who is more psycologist sadistic, Loki is more so physical; he loves seeing bruises he made on your body, it’s a perfected way to claim you 

Loki manipulative tendeties fit well with his sadism, he will manipulate you to believe he’s doing it because of you, because you made a mistake he, poor little Loki, needs to take care of. You have to assume that most of his words aren’t true and they are just tactis to manipulate you, making you paranoid 

extra: i can see him being also the clingy type to be honest, just to annoy you or drive you so insane that you have a physical reaction, no matter how much you try to not to. Same with stalker, Loki loves your tears, fear, and desperation. He thrives by it. 

✧˚ · . Nostradamus

Type: Sadistic, Impulsive, Self-Aware 

Now Nostradamus isn’t sadistic as others here, he is pretty tame... Most of the time. He just likes a bit too much your tears and seeing your reaction to when he “predicts” bad things happening to you, it’s more innocent fun with him then actually trying to break you down. Unless you have made him angry or he found out a new way to tormenting you and wants to try it out  

And yeah as you can tell, he’s very impulsive. Almost too impulsive for his own good, Nostradamus does things because they are fun, not really other reason. So you have no idea what to expect from him, what he is actually thinking about, his mind is always a mystery. Maybe one day Nostradamus is kidding about people near you getting hurt, the other... Not so much. 

Nostradamus is very self-aware, he just doesn’t care to question his morality. He knows it’s wrong, terrible wrong, but he likes having you around and it’s fun. So he doesn’t really care. It’s like he’s having some double thinking with kidnapping you or having a clear toxic relationship with you, he just does it. 

✧˚ · . Poseidon

Type: Possessive, Overprotective, Self-Aware 

Of course Poseidon is possessive, in his mind you have been his ever since he lay eyes on your figure. He will make sure everyone knows it too, not only you. Poseiedon will gift you luxurious jewerly, clothes, shoes that clearly say who do you belong to: to Poisedon, the greek sea god. No one else. 

And, well, it’s pretty obvious that he would be overprotective too no? You are his, his little jewel, his little betta that he has to protect constantly or will get stolen or hurt. You will feel like you are some sort of baby with no capability of protecting yourself, especially since you are glued to Poisedon side all the time 

Poisedon is fully self-aware that hes doing something wrong, that his feelings aren’t healthy, the way he is expressing himself isn’t either. But he views it more so as a baypack since he really, really didn’t want to fall for you. He hates you for the way his heart flutters everytime he sees you. 

extra: Poseidon fits into the sadistic type as well, since i do see him easily enjoying your tears and sobs when he's making sure you understand his lessons. He's very mean about any mistakes too. He expects a lot from you, you have to be worth it to be with Poseidon, and if you make a little mistake... It isn’t going to be fun.  

✧˚ · . Qin Shi Huang

Type: Possessive, Self-Indulgent, Impulsive 

Very possessive, you are his most precious and beautiful jewel that he carefully takes care of, other than show it off constantly. Like with Poisedon Qin Shin Huang makes sure you have different items (jewerly, clothing, accessory) that reminds everyone of him and his presence. I can also see him marrying you, putting a beautiful, luxurious ring on your pretty finger as a further way to claim you 

Very self-indulgent. Unsurprising, considering he’s the first ever emperor of china, but you constantly have fuel his ego and follow him, whatever he might do. Qin Shi Huang doesn’t need compliments it’s more so attention in his case, you will constantly be on his lap while he does his things. 

Qin Shi Huang does what Qin Shi Huang wants, so he’s very impulsive. Like with Buddha you aren’t scared about what he is going to do to you, but more to himself and everyone else. He will drag you into his mess however, insisting that you must act like a proud emperor spouse 

Extra: I can see him also being over-protective, for very similar reason as Poseidon. You are his little spouse after all, of course Qin Shi Huang has to protect you! No one can touch or be near you without his approval or him being there or otherwise they are going to face consequences, very bad one too. 

✧˚ · . Thor

Type: Overprotective, Possessive, Obsessed? 

Thor is very protective, overprotective even. He will remind you time and time again to not trust anyone who isn’t him, to always go back to him when you don’t feel secure, or just run to him as soon as you saw Loki. Thor doesn’t like it when you wander too away from him, and would insist on you being constantly near  

You are his most treasured person in the whole pantheon, of course he’s possessive. As you are his, he’s yours. I feel like in Thor case he has this need to be possessive, to show of a little more that you are his, also because of Loki and his unpredicatable personality.  

The obsessive is followed by a question mark because I am not entirely sure of my choice. I can see Thor being secretly obsessed with you, his glaze following your figure every time you are near him, but he wouldn’t show it. You wouldn’t notice it unless when it's far too late... 

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What They Daydream About [Obey Me! Headcanons]

Note: No warnings, unless you're lactose intolerant because this is cheesy af.

Obey Me! Masterlist

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Lucifer

He had almost finished his paperwork when MC sat on his desk and watched him as he read through contracts and signed them. When a finished a page, MC placed their hand over his and took the pen. He opened his mouth to protest or discipline them, but they pressed a finger to his lips with a grin.

They shuffled off the desk and sat on his lap and murmured, “You need to take a break, darling.” Yes, he definitely needed a break. He wrapped his arms around them and buried his face in the crook of their neck, inhaling their scent.

He could almost feel their warmth, but blinked out of his daze, to where Leviathan was screaming into his hands. He sighed – typical.

Mammon

He had just won it big at the casinos and was taking MC out on the town. He had his arm wrapped around their shoulders, they leaned into him to stay warm. When they glanced at a store at some cool accessory, Mammon paused, telling him he’d be right back.

“Wait!” they stopped him and grabbed his arm. “I don’t want that!”

“What do ya mean you don’t want that? I saw ya lookin’ at it!”

“I was looking at your reflection!” they protested and gave him a soft smile. “All I want is you.”

Leviathan’s screams drowned out Mammon’s whines as he fought to hid his own flushing face.

Leviathan

MC screamed for help. Leviathan burst through the doors, holding the swords that defeats all evil…Maybe not all evil, like himself – but a lot of evil! He glared at the monster holding MC hostage before he charged and struck it down. He turned towards MC and took off the bindings.

MC flung their arms around his neck. “How could I ever thank you, my hero?”

“A hero doesn’t accept anything in return. That’s what being a hero is all about?” Leviathan replied sounding very cool.

MC pouted. “How about a kiss?” They leaned in closer to him, puckering their lips, getting ready to press their lips against his—

Leviathan screamed into his hands. His face burning at the imagery his mind created.

Satan

“You’re so smart, Satan!” MC praised him as they finished up the homework, he was helping them with. “Thank you so much!” They threw their arms around him and clung onto him. He chuckled and happily accepted their hug. They buried their face in his chest and sighed, “I always feel safe around you.”

Satan froze. He chuckled and pressed his lips to the top of their head. “I’ll always protect you, MC. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

MC laughed lightly. “I won’t. You’re so much better than Lucifer!”

The sound of his eldest brother snapping at Diavolo dragged him from his thoughts. He sighed and shook his head.

Asmodeus

“Oh Asmo! You’re just so gorgeous, I could cry!” MC gushed over him as he showed off the latest makeup he was wearing – the eyeliner and mascara accentuated the charming abilities his gaze had. Not that the gaze worked on MC. They loved him for him.

“Don’t cry, my love.” Asmo grasped MC’s hands and brought them up to his lips. He pressed soft kisses onto their fingers. “I know I’m beautiful, but just imagine how I feel when I gaze into your eyes. Your beauty is what’s breathtaking. I can’t believe it, but I love you more than myself.”

MC threw their arms around his neck. Crying words of love and praise. Their own lips pressed against his cheek and moved to his lips.

Asmo giggled to himself, completely ignoring Levi’s cries and Lucifer snapping at Diavolo.

Beelzebub

“Beel! I made you some treats, do you want to try some? I’ll feed you them myself!” MC held out a wide assortment of foods. Beel nodded and lowered his head to allow MC to place part of a burger up to his lips. He bit into it, careful to not bite their fingers.

“Ah, it tastes delicious, MC,” Beel hummed happily. “Better than any other burger I’ve had.”

MC laughed lightly. “Oh dear, it looks like you got some ketchup on your lips. Here.” MC pulled him closer to him and pressed their lips against his, licking away the ketchup.

His stomach growling startled him back to the present. He glanced over towards MC, secretly hoping that they’d have a burger on them…They didn’t.

Belphegor

He had opened his eyes to a fearful looking MC. They clutched tightly onto a blanket that was wrapped around their shoulders. Once their eyes met, MC spoke softly, “Belphie, I had a nightmare. Could I sleep with you tonight?”

Belphi grumbled and moved over, allowing MC to seek refuge in his bed. They nestled up to him and buried their face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around them protectively. He leaned down and buried his head to the top of their head, enjoying the scent of their shampoo.

“Thank you, Belphie. Sleeping next to you is always comforting,” they spoke and wrapped their arms around him.

Belphie startled at the sound of Beel’s stomach growling. He groaned and buried his burning face into his arms, hoping to resume the daydream before he got interrupted.

Diavolo

“Diavolo, we can’t! What about your status as prince? What would the nobles say about the prince of Devildom being with a human?” MC spoke tearfully. Their bottom lip trembled. Diavolo tilted their chin to have him look up at him. He offered them a kind smile.

“Don’t worry about what the others may think,” he spoke with such confidence that their bottom lip stopped trembling. “What matters is our love. We can show them that a human and a demon being together can be a wonderful, beautiful thing. Please, let us show them that there’s nothing more powerful than our love!”

“Oh Diavolo!” MC cried and pressed their lips against him. “Diavolo, I love you! Diavolo!”

“Diavolo!” The prince blinked as he realized it was not MC saying his name. He glanced over seeing an irked Lucifer. “Were you listening to anything I said?!”

Diavolo laughed nervously. “Could you repeat yourself?”

Barbatos

MC was humming in the kitchen as they helped him prepare the dessert for dinner that night. He smirked to himself as he walked up behind them. His arms wrapped around them as he placed his hands over their hands that was cutting through bits of fruit.

“Just like this, my little lamb,” he whispered into their ear. They stiffened against him and he could almost feel the heat radiating off their face. Despite how flustered they were, they leaned into him. Once the piece of fruit was finished, he removed his hands from theirs. “Very good.”

MC turned around and shyly gazed up at him. Barbatos smiled softly and caressed their cheek. Slowly, they leaned in to each other until their lips met.

“Could you repeat yourself?” Diavolo questioned. Barbatos snapped back to reality and watched as Lucifer started to lecture the prince. He sighed and glanced at MC; they were busy zoning out.

Simeon

“Would you still love me if I fell?” Simeon asked them. MC glanced up at them as they rested in his lap. They turned to face him and wrapped their arms around his neck. A kind smile graced their lips.

“I would,” they responded. “I would love you as an angel, as a demon, as a human, whatever you are, I would love you.” They pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before they rested their head against his shoulder. “You are perfect for being you, Simeon. Not for what you are.”

Simeon hummed and held onto them tightly. He closed his eyes, thanking them for their kind words.

“Simeon!” Luke snapped at the angel. “Pay attention!”

Solomon

“Your magic is just incredible, Solomon!” MC praised. Their arms were wrapped around his neck as they swayed around a room of stars he had conjured. A smile played on their lips at the wonderous site. Their eyes shimmered brightly. He almost couldn’t believe it, but they were even more gorgeous than usual.

“It’s not as incredible as you,” Solomon murmured to them and rested his forehead against their own. They laughed lightly at his words. The sound of their laughter was like the most beautiful music he had ever heard.

“I love you, Solomon,” they whispered once they had stopped their laughter. Perhaps those words were even more beautiful.

“Pay attention!” Luke’s voice interrupted his thoughts. He sighed and frowned once he was back in the present.

Bonus

“Why isn’t anyone paying attention in this meeting?” Luke asked and looked over at MC. Their eyes were glossed over as they wore a small smile on their lips. “Ah! Not you too, MC!”

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ψ(｀∇´)ψ Demon brothers coming at you! Which was your favorite design?

I'm so happy I can finally compile all of them together ever since I had envisioned this in my head 2 years ago 😭 Thank you to everyone who enjoyed and supported this series!!🙏💕 I look forward to creating more obey me artworks in the future!

You can get each individual bro as a print in my print shop in my bio!╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)

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Gossip, nuts and a very jealous Loki XD

From reading Gospel of Loki, I got two things:

Joanne Harris did not read the Eddas and has internalized misogyny is blinding her mad.

She thought that portraying Sigyn as loving gossip and baking pies would maker her look ridiculous and explain WHY Loki hates her... Except that it only shows how little she knows the characters she's writing and made 0 research, as Norse!Loki is quite the foodie and LOVES gossip.

She also made Loki HATE Sigyn for being friends with forest animals... when we know he has animal kids and turns himself into animals XD

The only reason he could dislike her friends would be... well, because he thinks she spends too much time with them XD

Since Sigyn loves gossip, YOU KNOW SHE WOULD BE FRIENDS WITH RATATOSKR :3

Gossiping and eating nuts in the forest all day long, while Loki just wishes he could have Sigyn only for himself XD

Ratatoskr: Not my fault if I'm cuter than you!

Loki: Well you'll sure make a CUTE SCARF, you fluffy bastard!

I commissionned the amazing @pip0h for this art!

Thanks again!!! <3

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