Imagine|||Obey Me

Imagine|||Obey Me

MC comes home to the devildom from the war

Gender Neutral Character

Trigger warnings: Mentions of war, death, injuries swearing.

This is in no way trying to romanticize war and/or war injuries. There might be a part 3 where MC is getting used to being around the demons again and the same applies to that part.

(Imagine below the cut)

An honorable discharge.

That’s what Barbatos was told when Simeon revealed that he would be bringing you home. But seeing as he made him promise to not tell the brothers, Barbatos knew something was wrong. He relayed the message to Diavolo, who beamed at the fact that one of his favorite humans was returning.

When Solomon and Simeon came in later that week with you supported by your remaining wrath big D, Diavolo almost cried at the state you were in. You now sported a prosthetic right arm and leg and had noticeably shorter hair. Your clothes hung off your frame, and your eyes seemed empty of life.

The big D of wrath looked a little better, with only a few circular scars, and Diavolo feared to know what had happened to the other wrath and pride demons. Never less, he bowed low to the two of you in respect for what you had done, before approaching you to hug you. His heart broke when you flinched, and he quickly turned it into a handshake to save your pride.

The wrath demon excused himself to find the families of the two demons that had died and gave you a quick side hug before passing you to Solomon and letting the sorcerer support your shaky legs.

They took you back to purgatory hall that night after catching up for a while, and you slept beside Solomon, who stayed away for the most part to help you through a nightmare.

When Luke saw you the next morning, he cried. He had been so worried, as Simeon hadn’t wanted him to see you while you were out, so you held him close to you on the couch while he asked a few questions. You tried not to flinch away when Simeon showed up with tea and cookies, and no one questioned you when your hands shook.

Luke was especially scared of hurting the area where your prosthetics were attached, but you assured him it was only bad when you got too cold or it they were attached improperly. You didn’t tell him how you lost your limbs, but later on that day allowed Simeon to explain to him what had happened.

A grenade had been thrown, and you had jumped in front of one of a medic who was tending to one of your fellow soldiers. The big D of pride was the one who carried you away, and bought you back to the base to get your wounds treated while the remaining wrath demon finished off all the enemy soldiers in a mile radius due to his rage. The medic and soldier you had saved swore secrecy to what they had witnessed. Promising to tell no one of the two creatures that crawled out of the shadows in your defense.

When a week later you were finally able to walk with little help from the angels or Solomon, you decided to get your stuff from your room in the House of Lamentation to bring to Purgatory hall. Solomon and Simeon helped you walk over, as they knew when the boys saw you there’d be chaos.

Somehow, you didn’t pass anyone until you got to the stairs, so Solomon went ahead with Luke to start gathering your stuff to make it easier for you. Simeon stayed by your side as you struggled up the first few steps, the prosthetic leg slightly uncomfortable against your skin as you lifted it to step up.

“Y/n?” The voice was quiet, but both you and Simeon heard it without a problem.

It was Mammon.

The avatar of Greed stared at the two of you, eyes wide and breathing shaky as he took a step forwards, and you offered a small smile.

“Hey you.”

Simeon had to grab a hold of your shoulders to prevent you from falling backwards at the force Mammon hit you, and you felt damp droplets hit your short hair as tears fell from the demons face.

Other then Solomon, this was the first hug you had received from anyone since getting home, and somehow, although you were happy to finally see one of the brothers after so long, you were uncomfortable at the act. Upon realizing how tense you were, Simeon had to forcefully extract you from the demon’s grasp, which made Mammon growl lowly.

But when the white-haired male saw the discomfort on your face, he froze. And then he looked at the rest of you. His eyes lingered on your arm and leg, and he finally seemed to realize how short your hair was as he took a step back.

“What happened to ya over there Y/n?”

By the time you had relaxed and managed to mumble out a coherent sentence, pounding footsteps echoed from the direction of the kitchen, and a rush of ginger barreled towards you.

Simeon actually had to whip out his wings and shield you from Beelzebub’s hug, which was not taken well by the avatar of gluttony. Belphegor was close behind his twin, and the commotion must have reached the other brothers because you could hear faint footsteps from other areas in the house.

Satan seemed the least surprised by your arrival, and he helped to hold back his brothers until you could reach the top of the stairs with Simeon’s help. Later he would tell you that the big D of wrath that had survived came to tell him that you were back, and that he decided to wait until you were ready to see them. He understood war, and how it could change people.

Asmodeus was crying as he babbled out welcome home and thanked you for coming back to them, and Leviathan was trying to hide his own tears of joy that you were alright.

When Lucifer finally arrived last, his gaze landed first on your face, then he scanned for injuries. He was annoyed that Simeon’s wings were still covering most of you but accepted your silence and the nervousness in your eyes as a warning to hold back for now.

When Simeon pulled back his wings to help you up the rest of the stairs, the brothers -other than Mammon- fell silent. Their eyes lingered on your new limbs, and they seemed almost afraid to say anything about them.

By the time you had returned with the two angels and Solomon in tow, they had composed themselves. Satan or Lucifer must have warned them to hold their tongues about anything that had happened while you were gone.

“How long have you been back?” Beelzebub was the first to speak, asking the question that everyone wanted to know, and you avoided their eyes as you reached the flat floor.

“A week and a half.” Your voice would not have been heard by them if they didn’t have such good hearing. You could clearly see the anger, the hurt as they realized you had been back this long and didn’t contact them at all. “I needed time.”

“They don’t have to explain themselves. We’re heading back to Purgatory hall until they’re comfortable with being around so many people again.” Solomon wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he stepped closer to you and took their eyes off of you. With his statement, you could see the crestfallen eyes of the demon brothers you had grown to love, and you shuffled on your feet in discomfort.

The angels and human walked you past the brothers, who parted silently to let you pass.

“May I bring you a few books that I had saved for your return?” Satan’s words almost made a tear slip out.

He had still been collecting books he thought you might like while you were gone.

“That would be appreciated.”

And then you were out the door.