❖ Golden Hour ❖

Most of the time, MC views their friends and lovers as normal civilians, just people trying to get by. But, of course, there are times where they can't help but remember that they're the elites of the elites.

Lucifer's red eyes are glowing through the shadow casted by the dark alley where a low-level demon thought it would be nice to stand in his path, "Huh?" He mumbled to himself then scoffed "Huh." they sounded the same to you, but the way he looked down at the demon, it surely is different treatment from how he is to you.

It's insane how much Mammon treats other people. Sure, you've come with him to play in the casino before, but this is your first time entering a... Private room. And surely, this is your first time seeing someone, Mammon, go crazy while playing Russian roulette. His beautiful laugh boomed inside the room as his opponent is about to pull the trigger, the suicide shot. "Haaah, shit! This is the type of shit I live for!" He laughed as he nuzzled on your neck while waiting for his opponents brain to scatter on the wall.

You thought Leviathan is just an extreme case of introvertness, but obviously—it's not just that. "Yeah, yeah..." He mumbled, bored, as countless nobles came to greet the head of the navy. But there was this one interesting occurance, a noble that held his hand. Sure his composure was commendable but as soon as the noble turned its back, his hand covered his mouth and you saw a glimpse of him stick his tongue out as if vomiting. Your eyes widened. Soon, maids started hurrying to his side, changing his gloves and spraying his hands with alcohol. "Opportunistic pigs... I hate greed demons." You heard him whisper, obviously not intending for you to hear.

Satan was the type to stay calm and often as a gentleman, maybe to you only. During one meeting between some nobles though, he looked particularly mad. "You sure have a lot to say." He suddenly gave off a threatening smile as he fix his position on the seat, then all of a sudden—splat. That disgusting sound rang on your ears as the head of the noble was blown away and then you saw a familiar tail coming from under the table that pierced the nobles head strong enough for it to blow away.

The Brothers as Horror Aesthetics

Happy Halloween~

Lucifer

Quiet darkness, shifting shadows, the eerie stillness of the fire as it hesitates to flicker, afraid of disturbing the presence of something greater.

The ever-following shape you can peek at through the corner of your eye.

The chill down your spine as you feel someone listening, watching from places unseen.

Your pen randomly rolling off your desk, the light flickering as you bend to pick it up. Was your closet always open? Something let itself get closer while your back was turned.

Mammon

Things that are where they shouldn’t. Noise where normally couldn’t be. Lights without a source. Items that just so happen to go missing.

The car across the street that blares throughout the night for no reason.

The motion sensor light on your porch going off, nothing around to set it off.

Flashing lights, the sound of coins exchanging hands. Your wandered into this club that seemed to show up out of nowhere. Try not to get distracted or you may end up bartering more than you bargained for.

Levi

Cold nights and unlit rooms, the only source of illumination an old tv in the back of the room. Anytime you turn it off, it sparks back on without your touch.

The static of electronic devices, a low rumbling voice through the white noise.

The cold sensation of something curling around your leg, only for nothing to be there.

A strange figure lurking in the background of your shows, getting closer and closer to the screen any time you change the channel. Slowly, his head starts to turn to look at you.

Satan

Twisting turns of old tomes, a labyrinth of a library. No matter how hard you struggle to find an exit, it never ends, you can only slink through the aisles.

The curious nature of objects never being in the same place you put them, some even broken on the floor.

The aggressive knocking at your door, threatening to come off it’s hinges. Opening it to find it empty on the other side.

An otherworldly book found in your home. You never remembered buying it, in fact you couldn’t place it at all. Now that you’ve opened it, you notice it writing itself from someone else’s perspective. It’s begun to jot down an in-depth description of you.

Asmo

Ancient grace of an ethereal person walking past the open window of an abandoned house. Radiating beauty against the dusty broken building.

The fogged up mirror in your bathroom after a shower, preventing you from looking behind at the new hot breath on your shoulder.

The lingering scent of perfume that is clearly not yours, the aroma steadily getting stronger like someone is approaching.

A familiar face everyone always recognized and praised but knew nothing about, like an ancient myth, a legend, but one that always existed in every picture you happened to look at. Since when did you have a picture of them saved to your phone?

Beel

Deep growls stemming from an unsateable hunger, a figure on the hunt. Once you’re caught in it’s sight it won’t let you go.

Bones and littered carcasses from creatures that should be too big to be considered prey.

The smell of burning meat around dark alleyways and strangely empty streets.

To ward it back they use an alter, always filled to the brim with bowls of food. You’d been lost, desperate, starving. How were you supposed to know not to touch? Unfortunately for you, you happen to be a suitable replacement.

Belphie

Creaking bed frames and curling branches that scratch your window as you sleep. Is the silhouette behind your curtain simply just your imagination?

The blankets getting pulled off your body in the middle of the night.

The rummaging of something under your bed, only for nothing to be there when you look.

Your bedroom has always been considered a safe place. Only now the pile of clothes in your chair looks too much like someone hunched over in the night—too familiar to the thing that stands over you while you dream.

Warnings: Female reader, Mentions of blood, threats, fighting etc.

Request: Yes.

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Qin Shi Huang

Attempts to trade himself to fight next instead. Brunhilde doesn't allow it. She believes in you as a warrior.

He's pissy at the fact you're fighting and could die in this fight as well. He definitely thinks this fight is one-sided. Qin is probably the most quiet in this round while watching you fight.

Part of him doesn't even want to watch you fight in case something happens. Though he knows he should just in case it's your last moments together.

Everyone is tense, it's not just Qin. Both you and the God are now wounded, and he wonders how Brunhilde could be so calm during all of this. He's experiencing so many emotions at once and none of them are good emotions either.

He wants you back by his side. Right now.

Qin get surprised when you use a move he hasn't seen you fight with yet and slay the god.

The arena was quiet, and you released your Völundr. Göll was happy her sister didn't die, and the rest of the humans where happy you won. It broke out in loud cheering as you limped your way back to Brunhilde and the others.

You where exhausted. Is this how it felt to fight a god?

"Hâo!" Your head lifted before you where casually just picked up by a happy Qin and carried the rest of the way to the infirmary. You laid your head down to rest. The blood loss made you a bit dizzy, after all.

"Hâo?"

"It means 'Good,' my Queen." He translated for you, peering down at you through the pretty blindfold he always wore to protect himself.

Lü Bu

He doesn't try to stop Brunhilde in throwing you out to fight a God. He's confident. You can do it.

You are wed to one of the strongest generals in all of history, after all.

Though deep down he does think the fight would be one sided. You are a women, and women shouldn't even fight to begin with in his perspective. Lü Bu watches the fight in silence.

It was so thick you could cut it with a knife. No one dared to disturb him while he was watching you. And all of them knew he would most likely go after Brunhilde, should you die.

Lü Bu is definitely the type to seek revenge should you fall in this battle. It's in his blood, after all. He's a warrior by blood, and you are just his wife.

The tension was thick, you where starting to stumble from blood loss in the arena. Sasaki murmured something under his breath, and after five more minutes you had stabbed the shit out of the God, slaying him.

Your Völundr partner ended up needing to carry you most of the way to the infirmary. You weren't in very good condition. Though everyone knew the doctors up here could easily take care of you.

Lü Bu was already in your room when you entered, watching silently as you got all patched up. It was silent for a little while, and all he really did was run his fingers through your hair, urging you to sleep for awhile.

He didn't loose you.

Poseidon

He immediately tries to skewer Zeus. There was no question about it. He moved so quickly most of the Gods couldn't keep up with him, and by the time he was calmed, Zeus was a bit bloody.

He's a dangerous man and you're messing with his wife. And that's not a good place to be lest you want to die.

Everyone was shaking up at his promise to slaughter Zeus should you fall in this battle. His aura was almost suffocating, and only let up when he was down the hall and around the corner.

Poseidon did not stay to watch you fight. He was not interested nor did he truly care. You where up against a mortal, after all. While he promised to take Zeus' life if you die, he almost positively knew you could take care of a mere mortal.

And that's exactly what you did. While you did get hurt, it wasn't enough where you couldn't walk yourself into your room to be taken care of, and Poseidon let you there a few minutes after the doctor's left.

"You didn't tell me about that move you used." He was blunt about it, though he was normally blunt about everything.

"I know," You said, "But this was the first time I ever had to use it." You're words surprised him, though he did not say much more than that.

Poseidon didn't stay here for long. That night you returned to your home in the seas, your husband at your side.

Hades

He couldn't say he was at all happy about Zeus putting you in the rings and your life in danger, though unlike his younger brother he did not chose violence against Zeus.

He simply stated how disappointed in his youngest brother he was, and then left to go and watch you fight.

Hades didn't know if the fight was fair or not. After all, humans are tricky creatures who have evaded his grasp of death more than once.

Though, he did stay and watch the whole fight. Should you die, he'd like to see your beautiful face one more time as you break away and crumble into shimmering pieces of green.

That never happened, though.

While he thought you where outmatched, you where a cunning and slippery individual, and while you did get wounded, so did your human opponent. And soon, your opponent was slain.

He was already meeting you as you entered the room exiting the arena. Hades did not let you use your feet for awhile after that as he personally carried you to the infirmary. He could feel your breath wisping against his neck as he carried you.

After you where patched up, he took you on a walk through the gardens. It wasn't often you both left Helheim for something, mine as well enjoy the sights.

"I thought I would have lost you, my dearest." He confessed, watching the breeze tussle your hair as you walked through the garden. You where ethereal compared to the garden around you.

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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Could you do the brothers reacting to an MC who, when angry, makes Lucifer look like a puppy in comparison? Hope you have a good day!

Brothers React To A MC When Angry Makes Lucifer Look Like A Puppy In Comparison

LUCIFER

This human...is making him look like a puppy!

When Lucifer gets angry, he changes into his demon form to intimidate others. But MC doesn't even need another form, because their anger makes him look inferior!

Preventive measures need to be taken to ensure that his brothers don't anger MC..or pandemonium would arise.

He swears he feels like the lamb instead of the wolf now. He is the demon, not the human!

Lucifer can feel the atmosphere change into something darker, more wrathful when MC gets angry....

MAMMON

Human aren't supposed to be so angry and intimidating!

The first time MC got angry, he was already on his knees, asking forgiveness for something he never did! But one glance at the others and quietened down, because they were kneeling too.....

Having Goldie talking away didn't scare him as much as angry MC did!

Even Diavolo would kneel under such power..such is MC's wrath. Lucifer looks like a puppy! Hah!

One can feel the aura around them darken...it made Lucifer tremble too....

LEVIATHAN

He's sorry! Don't be angry! AHHH

The silence that took over the house made him get out of his room to investigate, but then he saw his kneeling brothers...and he kneeled too....

Not even Lucifer could scare him this much, such is their power...

This is eerily similar to that anime character who when angry could throw the most powerful of characters into the wall or into mountains!

Levi barely managed to even stutter a word out in front of an angry MC...

SATAN

This human's wrath...is making him tremble...

He has never seen someone as angry, or even as furious than him and Lucifer! They are making him feel intimidated!

The very moment MC got irritated and snapped, one by one all his brothers kneeled on the floor, and he did too.

Quite the irony we have here. The Avatar of Pride is getting intimidated by a human, his pride must be affected a lot...

But if it makes his brothers tone down their antics, well, he isn't complaining about the silence!

ASMODEUS

Being so angry isn't good for your skin!

He swore he could feel the temperature drop when MC got angry...before he knew it, he was alongside his brothers on the floor, kneeling for forgiveness.

Their anger is worse than Lucifer's when he invites him to his room for a 'chat' after a rave party.

Lucifer is Nothing in comparison to MC's anger. Even he looks insignificant when faced with MC's wrath!

Asmodeus is now going to be on his best behaviour around them......

BEELZEBUB

They look....mad....

The first time he witnessed MC's anger, he felt the atmosphere darken as everyone quietened down, and then the storm began.

Even Lucifer quakes in his shoes because of MC.....

But that means his brothers are on their best behaviour around them, and Beel appreciates being able to watch a movie without having fights break out every ten minutes. (Or when there's food.)

Belphegor didn't take to it very well though...

BELPHEGOR

This human...is making him feel scared....

On noticing the effect MC's anger had on his brothers, he was intent on making Lucifer suffer. MC makes him look like a puppy in comparison. But the plan backfired real quick....

He was on the verge of begging for forgiveness, shaking as Satan waved him a goodbye from a corner.

Belphegor won't annoy MC again.....

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

OBEY ME! MORNING PREPARATION Part 1

You caught their morning preparation before RAD.  着替えネタ

Art by Meet

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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Loving MC from afar

Ok so this is the first fic I've written in a long while and it's about a mobile otome game. I blame @demonfamilytherapist

Set (loosely) in between S1 and S2, after MC has returned to the human world. They might be separated from the brothers, but that does not stop the brothers from loving them from afar. A little look into how the brothers can subtly (and not so subtly) influence the world and MC themself in order to stay connected. (gn) MC-centric! This does cover all the brothers, though Lucifer/Pride is last for chronology reasons...

cw: Brief blood mention in Satan’s section. There are references to being lethargic and uninterested in life/hobbies that could very easily be read as depression in Belphie’s section. Definitely elements of manipulation and dubious morality throughout too.

Mammon (Greed - to collect and covet material objects and goods)

There’s a knock on your window just after you wake up. It’s been happening for a few days now, but you never catch who’s doing it. The window itself is quite high up, and if it’s someone throwing rocks on a regular basis, well, they’ve got very good aim.

On a whim, you leave a camera rolling overnight. The following morning, you hear the knock again, and this time, you’re ready. The batteries are almost dead but thankfully the camera managed to catch the last few moments before winking off. Plugging it into your laptop, you scrub through the entire night so you can catch the early morning. And - well. It’s not what you were expecting.

In the hour just before you go to sleep, you notice a crow land in the branches across from the window, its eyes glinting gold through the lens of the camera. It doesn’t move all night. It doesn’t even sleep. In the morning, about the time you guess you woke, it flies up to the window, pecking the glass once with its beak, and then it flaps away into the brisk air.

You set the camera up the following evening, just to check if it was a fluke. Yet again, the crow lands, watching over you as you sleep before flying off in the morning after you wake.

Odd, but honestly not the weirdest thing you’ve experienced by far.

The next evening you leave your window open. There’s no knock in the morning, and for a brief moment you feel sad. Did you scare away your new friend? But - a glint catches your eye - sitting on the windowsill is a shard of broken glass - a light amber color, likely from a broken bottle.

It becomes a habit. Each evening, the crow perches on the branch outside, and the following morning, it leaves a small trinket on your windowsill. You’ve now collected a few bottle caps, some coins (though, oddly, in different currencies), glass of varying colours, and even a random key. The quality of the items the crow brings seems to increase every visit. You start leaving out pieces of fruit and occasionally strips of meat, which are always taken at some point during the night. It’s all fun and games - until it starts bringing you valuables.

Emeralds, sapphires, golden rings, diamonds; you start a collection that would make Tiffany’s seem like a children’s costume jewelry store. You know some of it definitely belongs to real people, because the news is reporting a ‘string of high-profile thefts’ across the entire fucking world.

You entertain the idea of reporting the valuables as stolen and have a minor breakdown about how to explain ‘it wasn’t me - it was this crow!’

You never bring yourself to do it, though. Finders, keepers, and all that.

There’s something comforting about this crow’s presence. The golden glint in its eyes shines impossibly as you go to sleep, and in that moment you feel treasured.

Leviathan (Envy - an insatiable desire for the unattainable, that which does not belong to you)

When you first return to the human world (after your very much warranted ‘mourning’ period, of course) you decide to go and visit one of your favourite places from your childhood - a beach that’s little more than a cove a few minutes walk from your home. Upon arriving, however, you notice the place is packed, and there’s a pang in your chest when you realize that this isn’t just your place anymore. You snap a picture regardless, and send it to one of the group chats on your DDD.

You continue to return though, hoping to catch a time when the beach is quieter. You have more luck in the mornings than the evenings, and slowly you force yourself to wake earlier and earlier just to catch a moment of peace.

At some point, you mention heading down to the beach to one of your friends. Their face sours, and for a moment you think you said something wrong. Perhaps it was the mention of the early start?

Over the coming weeks and months the beach becomes quieter and quieter; the early risers, joggers, and dog walkers slowly petering off until you’re the sole visitor down by the shore. Sometimes you think you see a glint of bright scales out in the ocean, though it’s far bigger than any fish you know to inhabit the nearby waters.

You continue to bring up the beach to your friends, excited about the return to your quiet, safe solitude. Every time you do so, they close off and regard you coldly.

There’s new owners, they say, no one is allowed down at the cove. They kick out anyone not on the approved list.

Well. That’s bizarre. You haven’t encountered any resistance during your many visits, you tell them. Of course you don’t is the response, and you think you’re maybe imagining the bitterness in their voice.

It’s a pattern you begin to notice - exclusive venues in which you’re always on the invite-list. Priority and pre-sale tickets to the hottest events arriving in your inbox. Every time, garnering the bitter eyes of your relatives and acquaintances. It’s exciting, special, to be the one experiencing all this. Made even more so, knowing that so many desire what you have.

You realize that beach was just the start, though it's definitely your favourite of the lot. It’s become a place just for you. You snap a picture of the sun rising over the waves. This one, you post to your instagram, with a single orange heart.

(You also notice that your luck in the gashapons at the arcade has become insanely good. It could be a coincidence, but…)

Satan (Wrath - to seek vengeance; impatience and revenge)

To be fair, you don’t make it a habit of confronting every person who slights you. You’ve had enough drama in the last year to last you a lifetime, and the last thing you want is to go and create more. You’re typically more of a let bygones be bygones type anyway. (Forgive and forget).

It’s not like your life in the human world has a surplus of people trying to wrong you. Occasionally you’ll be cut off while driving and it annoys you, but you continue on with your day. Sometimes your packages will be delivered to your neighbour, and it takes them a few days to let you know, letting you stew in your anxiety about their apparent arrival in the interim. (Forgive and forget).

Over the next few weeks you start to notice more and more coincidences pop up around the more annoying and troublesome people you interact with. A follower who commented something uncomplimentary in response to one of your posts has their account banned and deleted. The annoying neighbor who often parks in your space has their car totaled the day after you try to ask them again to move their damn vehicle. The professor who uncharitably graded your assignment a low pass because he didn’t like your attitude is now under review and has lost his tenure. (Forgive and ████).

It all comes to a head when you’re passing by one of your neighbours as they move their stuff out of the apartment. There’s an eviction notice pinned to their door. It’s not much of a loss - after all, they were the ones who’d keep your mail long past the point of helpfulness. They snark at you as you pass, making a comment about your somewhat smug air, warning you’ll be next.

You don’t even get the chance to respond before there’s a yell from above, and something is falling and - wow. Who knew a falling flower pot could draw so much blood. That’s definitely going to be a pain to get out of your light shirt. It’s with this annoyance that you ring the emergency services to come and save your unconscious (ex)neighbour from bleeding out. (████ ██ ████)

From that moment on, you’re definitely more aware of the karmic coincidences, for lack of a better term. While you avoid provoking people outright, there is a small part of you that revels in satisfaction when those that inconvenience you are inconvenienced themselves. The severity of these coincidences seems to scale to the impact the other person’s actions have on you. If you take advantage of this sometimes, well. Who could prove any of it?

(Retaliate. Remember.)

Asmodeus (Lust - an intense longing; unbridled sexual or amorous desire)

Sure, you have social media. You’re no luddite, and it was your one tether to the human world while you were stuck in Devildom. You quickly learnt that human memes and demon memes were very much not the same (except for a few bizarre crossovers. Both seem to be obsessed with Orbs).

You never really had a huge following though. You had maybe a couple hundred followers across twitter and instagram, averaging maybe 20 likes and similar interactions per post. That is, until recently.

Seemingly overnight, your follower account on all platforms (including your anonymous tumblr account) has skyrocketed. There’s even a notification in your emails from twitter about verification. Just…. What?

You open your accounts to see if maybe it was a specific mention or throwaway meme that somehow caught the attention of the internet at large. Your latest post was a cute pic taken by Asmo during your final week in Devildom. It’s you from behind, gazing out at the twinkling lake by Dia’s castle. It was posted a few days ago, though - and yet the like counter just keeps ticking up and up. The comments on instagram are nonsensical - lots of hearts and starry eyes and a few more suggestive strings of emoji. Your phone continuously buzzes with notifications, and it’s starting to get overwhelming - so you turn on do-not-disturb.

As a bit of an experiment, you decide to post a quick snap of your bewildered face, captioned “so… did y’all mean to follow me or is this some kind of prank?” - no tags, no emoji.

The effect is pretty much instantaneous. Immediately the notification counters tick up and up and up. There’s a few flattering comments (and a few not-so-flattering ones), and just as many hearts as your previous post. One comment, from an account you don’t know, stands out to you: “Imagine being *this* attractive but also so humble it hurts. Your fave could never.”

Over the next few weeks you continue to post - from selfies to scenic shots to random shower ideas to your thoughts about Succession and why you think cousin Greg is endgame. No matter what you post, it always seems to be a hit. Even that incomprehensible keysmash you accidentally posted to twitter as you fell asleep. There’s even Buzzfeed listicles (“27 times MC stole our hearts with a smile”). Asking your followers doesn’t help either - it seems like overnight you have lodged yourself in the public consciousness as a desirable figure. They all clamor to get your acknowledgement, and you quickly find even the simple act of liking someone else’s post can be cause enough for others to become jealous.

It’s flattering. Really. It's doing wonders for your self-image, getting all these compliments on your photos and selfies. You definitely find yourself starting a few trends here and there, and hey, you're just doing your job to make the world that much more aesthetically desirable.

(Out of your thousands of followers, only one stands out to you. The first to like every post, to comment “YESSSSSS MY LOVE!!”: Asm♥deus.)

Beelzebub (Gluttony - to overindulge and over-consume to the point of wastefulness)

You were pleasantly surprised to find your pantry fully stocked upon your return to the human world. You were expecting to have to clean out the stuff that had inevitably staled in your year away, and restock from scratch. Except, no, you don’t have to because absolutely everything you could ever want is currently filling your kitchen to the point of overflowing. Everything from fine, artisanal products to cheap junk food. It keeps you fed for so long that you find yourself having to chuck out a few fruits, vegetables, and breads that have gone off because you didn’t eat them in time.

You keep expecting to have to go out and replenish the supplies for yourself, but no, the pantry is ever-full. Fresh produce seems to appear out of nowhere, and you never find yourself short of an ingredient when it comes time to start cooking. There’s always just slightly too much - your garbage is often full with uneaten food-waste.

This inexplicable phenomenon continues, and impossibly escalates. There’s random food deliveries during the week on the nights you’re too tired to cook for yourself. Your cravings are instantly satisfied by the appearance of precisely what you were longing for. You think maybe it’s some kind of magic - it’s not out of the question, especially with your powerful friends and lovers. You try not to think about the cost - monetary, or otherwise…

As you’re walking past your favorite bakery, you hear a woman complain that they never seem to have their famous macarons anymore. You overhear the server apologize, and try to explain that the lot are often bought right out of the oven. With a jolt, you realize that those very same macarons are the ones that are stacked up beside your fridge, way more than you could possibly want or eat.

With a guilty jolt, you realize that it hasn’t occurred to you until this point that you could just give away some of the food. There’s no reason for it to sit in your kitchen until it goes off - there’s plenty of people who could appreciate it, after all. And yet…

You don’t approach the woman, or offer any of the macarons. You continue to hoard your food until it goes off. You appreciate the rich, tasty ingredients, and especially enjoy doing things like chucking A-grade marbled steaks haphazardly into the pan for a quick sear, none of the careful preparation it would normally merit.

This is your food. And no one can tell you how to manage it. Nor should they

Belphegor (Sloth - the forgoing of responsibility, to be disinclined towards effort or exertion)

A soft, warm hand cups your face, while another plays with the ends of your hair. Breath, not your own, fans over your lips as he leans in close. “Stay with me, my human.” You crack open your eyes, and for a brief moment, you get a glimpse of a soft, sleepy smile before you feel yourself falling through nothing and you - wake up.

Though you’re not the type to really remember your dreams, you know that they’ve been especially sweet since returning. The fragments that you do remember feel warmer, safer, and more loving than anything you’ve felt while in the human world.

You were already a bit of a homebody before your trip, leaving social engagements early to go home and rest, but now you don’t even bother going out. Not while sleep is calling to you so sweetly.

You find yourself sleeping through your alarms more and more often. Not even the brightest, sunniest day - the type you missed while down in Devildom - could stir within you the interest or energy to be active, to enjoy the fresh air.

None of this matters. In your dreams, you’re with them, with him. The longer you sleep, the more you remember.

Your breath is slow and deep, and you nestle your head into the warm, living pillow. His hands ghost over your sides and you hear him hum in contentment. You try to lean into his touch, to feel him. “Lucifer told me that I need to stop doing this,” he says, and you shudder. That’s not right - you don’t want him to stop. You don’t want to lose him. You feel his smile against your forehead. “He says you need more than just sleep. That you’re wasting away.” You try to tell him that Lucifer is wrong, you’re fine, you just need more sleep. But even now, in this place of dreams, the energy doesn’t come to you. All you’re able to do is sink into him even more. “That wouldn’t be so bad, though. You’ll become mine forever. No one could make you leave.”

You wake after that dream feeling like you haven’t slept at all. There’s a tiredness in your very being, and all you want to do is roll over on your pillow and return to him. What job, what, school, what hobbies? Nothing interests you anymore. You miss him, you miss them so damn much.

Nonetheless, through some strength that you’re not even sure is your own, you pull yourself out of bed and into the shower.The hot water and the softly scented soaps that remind you of Asmo rejuvenate you and you begin your day with a breakfast that would make even Beel feel full.

The next night, you go to sleep, and you do not dream. Nor the next.

It’s months before you close your eyes and you feel his touch. In that time you’ve been beset by kleptomaniac crows, have become somewhat of an internet personality, and have chucked out more stale loaves of bread than you could ever know what to do with.

“You need some time off. Both of us do. Come on, we can sleep like this, together…”

Lucifer (Pride - to put yourself before and above others)

It takes you longer than you’d ever be willing to admit that the reason why all these strange occurrences are happening is because either consciously or subconsciously, there are seven extremely powerful entities who are missing you.

You try to distract yourself from that thought by focusing more intently on your studies. A passage is circled in one of the textbooks you pick up from the library, unwilling to pay full price for an elective subject’s resource. Religious Studies, because if nothing else it’ll be a bit of a laugh. “From pride, all other sins flourish. It is the father of all sins.”

It hits you all at once.

The hoarding of gems and wealth and your reluctance to part with it. The coveting of your favourite place, and the desire to keep it all to yourself. The satisfaction of your enemies those that annoy you facing retribution. Reveling in the admiration of strangers. The inclination to over-indulge and the refusal to share. The assumption that outside of yourself, nothing else matters, not a single one of your responsibilities. These all are in response to the world bending to the whims of your loves, but your own feelings, your attitude stems from your Pride. After all, who else can claim they hold the loyalty of angels, demons, and immortals? Who else bears the love and affection of all the Avatars of Sin?

(How very prideful of you to assume that you could live unchanged after that year, to return to a life that doesn’t really feel like yours to begin with)

The best thing, the worst thing is that you’re so comfortable with this type of thinking. Even now you realize that hey, this is probably Lucifer talking, you wouldn’t give any of it up. It’s comforting. It reminds you of them. It makes you feel loved.

(When you return to Devildom, you never quite work up the courage to ask the brothers whether any of it was deliberate or not. Lucifer does mention in a quiet moment that they were all a mess, even him, without your presence. They were missing something, someone. “It was sub-optimal, of course,” he says, “which is something we should rectify so that it doesn’t happen a second time.” “I thought both heaven and hell have rules against humans living here on a more permanent basis?” “I’ve been to war against heaven for the sake of the ones I love. Between myself and my brothers, neither heaven nor hell could stand against us should I have to go to war again.”)

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replaced mc au this human au that WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GET THE ANGEL AU BROTHERS WHO SUFFER LILITH’S FATE ?!

when lilith is still alive and they’re in the celestial realm and they’re the ones who fall for a human ?!

or god forbid, AFTER Lilith dies and they’re somehow still angels (Lucifer was too heartbroken and fearful to rebel anymore once Lilith dies; he cannot afford to lose another member of his found and chosen family. He surrenders and comes back on his knees, begging for his family to not be hurt.) and they realize that this was why Lilith chose to go against their father.

Lucifer who is so, so bitter against humanity but unable to blame them. Lucifer who knows you cannot blame the lambs for a Shepard led astray. Lucifer who’s broken and full of self hatred for what he’s done to his family by letting his sister go down to the human realm. Lucifer who would rather have been the villain to his brothers and beloved youngest sister than lost the little Angel who had worked her way into he and his brothers’ hearts. Lucifer who doesn’t let it show and carries on because he cannot afford to mess up (he would never forgive himself if he lost another). Lucifer who hardens up and bears his brothers’ hatred towards him for his apathy, because he would rather cry alone than let his brothers see him so broken. Lucifer who then meets you. Lucifer who can stop being infallible and relax for once in his life when in your company. Lucifer complaining about his duties for once in his life because with you, he is not a Seraph or oldest brother but a man, flawed and vulnerable, and he never knew how much he needed someone like you until you were already in his life. Lucifer meeting you and falling for you and fucking terrified, because he knows what is coming. Lucifer who knows that his brothers wouldn’t survive losing him, and who knows that the Celestial Realm in itself would fall into peril if he follows in his sister’s footsteps, and yet can’t help but fall into your embrace any time he has time to spare. Lucifer who knows that he might fall, but that it’s worth it if it’s for you.

Mammon, falling apart at the seams trying to keep his family sewn together. Mammon hurting and shouldering the hurt his brothers suffer from. Mammon who wonders if anything he might have done would have mattered in the end, or if it would be pointless anyways with how big of a fuck up he is. Mammon who cries at night because why would she do this? Why would she give everything up for a single mortal? Mammon who then he meets you and no longer wonders why Lilith did what she did, because he would die for you too. Mammon who knows that he has a safe place and that that safe place is you. Mammon who knows that he doesn’t have to be strong with you. Mammon who, with you, isn’t his brothers’ shoulder to cry on, or Lucifer’s only confidant. Mammon who, with you, is allowed to be hurting and weak. Allowed to express his grief. Mammon knowing that you are a place where he’s allowed to cry and scream and fall apart, because he knows you will take him into your arms and put him back together again. Mammon who wouldn’t know what to do if one day you weren’t okay. Mammon who knows Lucifer won’t survive him falling. Mammon who tries to keep you a secret but he’s never been good at keeping secrets from his older brother, especially not when Lucifer notices that Mammon can finally smile again.

Leviathan blaming himself for being so useless all the time. Leviathan who knows that it’s his fault Lilith died. Leviathan should have seen the signs, should have talked to her, should of gotten up and done something good in his life for once. Leviathan who thinks he will never forgive himself, or ever stop hating himself. Leviathan who spends his days full of bitterness and hate towards himself. Leviathan who thinks maybe it would have been better if he had died instead. And then Leviathan who meets you. Leviathan who meets you and all of a sudden whatever he does is something to be worth celebrating. Leviathan who is always enough for you. Leviathan who is worthy and is loveable and thinks he can learn to love himself if it means seeing what you see in him. Leviathan who finds a new purpose in life which is to live and love, all for you. Leviathan whose brothers see him smiling for the first time in forever because he is no longer filled with the guilt of what he could have done. Leviathan who knows that no matter what he might have tried, he could have never have changed his sister’s mind, because he, too, would go against his father if it meant being loved like this for only a second longer.

Satan who is formed in battle and raised in bloodshed. Satan who is treated like a monster despite being just as much as an Angel as the rest of his brothers. Satan whose wrath is constantly boiling and writhing beneath his skin, ready to come out at a moment’s notice. Satan who only keeps his anger in check because his fear is greater than his wrath. Satan who knows that Michael is always watching, and that he is one passive aggressive comment away from another punishment. Satan who wakes up screaming from nightmares of a life he never lived. Satan who sees how other angels look at him, and sees his brothers try their best to love him but it’s so hard when you’re grieving to learn to love another. Satan who’s fucking miserable and wishes that the sister he knows almost nothing about had been stronger than her love for a human, because he can’t fucking stand it in this place. But then Satan meets you. And suddenly he is more than Wrath and he is worth loving. He is passionate and kind and his own fucking person. He is more than Lucifer’s ugliness. He is love and grief and anger and joy and all the little things that were never said but felt tenfold. Satan who has never met his sister but for once understands her, because he, too, would do anything for your love.

Asmodeus who doesn’t know who he is anymore. Asmodeus who was once the Jewel of the Heavens but now can see nothing but ugliness in his bloodstained hands. (Lilith’s blood and blame taints him; if only he had known, maybe he could have fixed this.) Asmodeus who sees his brothers struggling and runs away from it all because he doesn’t want this to be his new reality. The past is his only solace and he chooses to live in it rather than embrace the present. Asmodeus who has never felt so hideous and ugly as a person until now. Asmodeus who only learns to feel beautiful again once you come into the picture. Asmodeus, who, usually so meticulous about his appearance, (it’s the only thing he has control over nowadays. he is a wreck in the inside but refuses to let it show. his smile is perfect and his skin is soft, and he wishes he could heal his mind like he heals his once cracked nails.) lets your clumsy hands fix his hair into a messy and lopsided braid. Asmodeus who learns how it feels to be loved in every aspect, wholly and unconditionally, all because of you. Asmodeus who lets his real laugh out (ugly and loud) and feels mortified only for his worries to melt away when he sees your smile full of fondness and adoration directed at him once more. Asmodeus who sees why Lilith fell, and sees why her love for humanity mattered more than her life. Asmodeus who loves you more than he loves his white wings. Asmodeus who would fall if it meant getting to spend a night in your bed, doing nothing but holding each other in your arms and whispering secrets between smiles.

Beelzebub who is a failure. Beelzebub who knows he will never forgive himself. Beelzebub who finds himself screaming in his head more often than not these days, who finds that his sleep is often plagued with nightmares and he would rather stay awake until he cannot. Beelzebub whose bed feels empty with only Belphie in it. Beelzebub who misses Lilith with his heart and soul. Beelzebub who feels Belphie’s hatred growing by the day and is terrified because he doesn’t know what to do. Beelzebub who doesn’t know whether to tell Lucifer and risk harm coming to Belphie or let his brother suffer and suffocate in his hatred. Beel who was supposed to protect his family and failed so badly that they will never be the same because of it. Beelzebub who sees your soft smile and sobs because for once in his life he is the one being protected. Beelzebub who lets you wipe his ever-coming stream of tears away and wipe his face with a wet cloth. Beelzebub who melts into you when you hold him ever so gently. Beelzebub who feels so, so, small in your arms, and for once doesn’t mind. Beelzebub who doesn’t know how Belphegor would react if he found out about you but is willing to do whatever it takes to protect you. Beelzebub who is willing to follow Lilith’s footsteps if something ever happened to you, regardless of if he comes out of it alive or not.

Belphegor who is broken. Belphegor who is consumed by hatred for humanity for taking his sister away. Belphegor who doesn’t know why Beel chose him over Lilith. Belphegor who doesn’t know what to do anymore. Belphegor who finds he cannot sleep anymore because all that comes to his head is his sister’s last breaths. Belphegor who cannot forgive himself for being the reason for Lilith’s death. Belphegor who screams and sobs into his twin brother’s arms because it is so unfair that this had happened to their family of all people. Belphegor who dreams of blood filling his lungs instead of Lilith’s. Belphegor who wishes he had died instead. Belphegor who escaped to the human world to visit his and Lilith’s secret spot and finds you instead. Belphegor who is ready to kill but falls apart instead when you tell him that his eyes are full of grief. Belphegor who lets you take him in your arms and rock him to sleep. Belphegor who sleeps peacefully for the first time since Lilith’s death in your gentle arms. Belphegor who falls for your gentleness in the way you approach him and his grief and decides that you are too good and kind to kill. Belphegor who falls so hard that he is disgusted with himself for ever hating a species that is so wonderful that it created you. Belphegor who knows why Lilith died, now, because he thinks he would too, if it meant being with you. Belphegor who talks to Lilith in his dreams and tells her that she would be happy, knowing he had found someone as wonderful as yourself. Belphegor who learns to forgive, both humanity and himself.