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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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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.

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Sigyn, by Comics artist Dylan Teague

A few months ago, I commissioned Dylan Teague, a Comics artist, to draw his own version of Sigyn. And here is the result. Doesn't she look AMAZING??? :D

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MC ram 🐏 (male version)

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You're Mine

A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.

It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.

A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.

As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.

Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!

Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!

Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.

"MC?"

Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.

The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.

His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.

He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.

That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.

It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.

You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.

And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.

“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”

“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”

Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.

Might as well get rid of the pest now.

“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”

“OW!”

You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”

He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.

Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.

You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.

“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”

“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”

The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.

That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.

He had finally gotten you all to himself.

Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.

And inspiration did you give.

“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”

The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.

“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”

His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--

Only to see that you were gone.

Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.

There you were...talking with someone else.

“Mammon?”

He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.

“Are you taking a break?”

Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.

“MC, who is this?”

“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”

“Well we used to sit together...”

“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”

It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.

This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.

“MC.”

“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”

“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”

The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?

“MC…”

“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”

“A match made in hell, I would say.”

Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?

“MC….”

“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”

“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”

A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.

“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”

You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.

“And you had to bite me because of that!?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”

He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.

The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.

Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.

"Did you see the finale of it live?"

"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"

Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.

Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!

Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.

He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.

Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?

“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”

Nobody cared.

“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”

Stop talking!

“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!

Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--

No.

No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!

Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!

People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.

His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.

You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.

That’s what he said but…

Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.

“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”

Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.

“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”

You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.

Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…

Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.

“MC, here.”

Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.

“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”

You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.

This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.

The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.

Which made Satan break another pencil.

From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.

He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.

But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.

If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.

The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.

They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.

A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.

Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.

Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.

Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.

“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”

“....really?”

“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”

You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--

Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.

“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”

The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”

Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.

“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”

The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.

“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”

Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.

“MC! Try this!”

Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!

Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?

Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.

This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.

So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!

Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.

“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”

The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.

“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”

This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.

“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”

Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.

“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”

Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.

“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”

The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.

“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”

“No it looks perfect on you! But--”

He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”

Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.

Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.

His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--

But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”

“OW OW OW!”

Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?

He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.

“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”

If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.

“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”

Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.

Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.

He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.

Yet this one seemed rather...eager.

“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”

His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.

Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.

Nothing.

He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.

MC, pay attention to him!

This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!

He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!

People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.

Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.

Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?

They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--

“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”

Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.

So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?

“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”

You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.

“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”

“Beel…”

Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.

“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.

“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”

And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.

“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”

The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.

“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”

He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.

So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

“I know you have seven pacts already…”

Damn straight.

“But would an eight be too much for you?”

That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?

You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.

So go ahead, reject him.

“A pact? With me?”

What were you doing?

Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.

Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.

“I know I’m not like those brothers--”

Damn straight.

“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”

He wants to gag.

A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.

And you were to blame too, you know?

You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?

As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.

He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!

Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.

“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--

“I’ll-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!”

Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.

“I was in the middle of a call!”

“I know.”

“Then what was that about!?”

The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”

You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.

“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”

He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.

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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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Hello, could you do hc's for the brothers where they realize Mc is an reincarnation of their lover? They look uncannily similar, act the same, their personality is the same, every odd quirk and habbit is the same

Brothers Realize MC Is A Reincarnation Of Their Lover

LUCIFER

He doesn't know whether to loathe or like you.

In fact, if Lucifer closes his eyes or even glances at that photo hidden away in his drawer with a fake bottom; the demon is sure he won't be able to compose himself for long.

Not when someone with a staggering...resemblance to his lover comes as the human exchange student.

Even in hell, Father decided to torture him.

Why did your smile have to be eerily similar to them? Why did you have your tea with the exact sweetness that they preferred? Why did you kick him in your sleep during that 'sleepover'?

Merely a coincidence, he told himself. He didn't want to accept it, not when his heart was already in their hands.

But then you come along and make yourself known, setting fire in the demon's heart that he thought had long gone out. You give him tea and sit with him—bicker—like they used to. Bold and blunt.

He told himself it was nothing but a mere similarity, that it was nothing more than a coincidence, that your smile or your jokes had no connection to them, or that the way you brewed him tea and listened to his records and challenged him and loved him and laughed and d—

Futile.

Only when he sees that familiar mark on the nape of your neck, the exact spot where he placed his mark, a sigil, evidence of the relationship with them eons ago, only then is the Morningstar forced to confront reality.

It's them.

No, he corrects himself—it's you, you, a reincarnation, a lucky brush of fate or the thread that binds you two; something that brought you back to him.

"Do you remember me too, MC?"

MAMMON

His brothers called him a clingy demon.

They weren't wrong, to call him out on his inability to leave you alone even for a minute; for Mammon couldn't bear to not be by your side. They were wrong on the reason.

Maybe his brothers genuinely didn't remember, or even if they did, it would be cruel to get his hopes up, that there was even a slight chance that you were the person he lost many millennia's ago.

The demon tells himself that, too.

But that doesn't stop his behavior around you—already knowing your tastes in food and clothing, or the genre of movies that you would like to watch, or even the corny jokes he found himself chuckling at. Mammon finds himself reveling in the praise and love you bask him in, much like they used to.

It's almost like the old times.

Almost.

For you bear a resemblance to their features, their adorable quirk of patting his head whenever the demon was in the vicinity, of their penchant of getting into trouble and making reckless decisions—

Is he sure that you're...really you?

Is it....a reincarnation?

A nod of Lucifer's head and his soft smile tells Mammon all that he needs to know.

LEVIATHAN

Never should have gone out of the room.

This is what Levi concludes when he sees the human exchange student, and a part of him rejoices, but at the same time, it hurts so fucking much.

So, so much.

The demon slinks back to his room, shutting the door behind and doesn't come out for a whole week. Levi cries, the bass of the music drowns out everything, like screams in the ocean.

He doesn't look at you for a week, until you come to his room with a plate of food after he missed breakfast again. With that uncanny smile you hand him the tray and ask if you can watch some anime with him later.

Levi shuts the door in your face.

You get a reply later; a text, that visiting hours for his room will be only available to you.

When he watches his favorite shows with you, Levi doesn't focus on the screen. He focuses on you. It's creepy, but Levi is looking for someone he thought he had lost years ago.

And then he sees the recommendation for an anime where the protagonist is reincarnated on a quest and something in his mind flips.

And it's now crystal clear that you once knew Levi.

SATAN

He'd read about it in books.

The concept of reincarnation was familiar to Satan, and yet it was something he treated as a fairytale. For every time he opened that damned book it just added salt to his wounds—another reminder of his helplessness, of how the lovers in the book met again but he couldn't.

Until you emerged from the portal, bearing a striking resemblance to the person he once gave his heart to.

The smile on his face falters; but only for a brief moment, and he's back to his usual self. Satan glares at Lucifer when the former places a hand on his shoulder.

He tried to stay away, at first, but you were always so enchanting, pulling him into bliss.

The demon noticed how you preferred to pet a cat—firm scratches on the chin and a pat to the back, just like they did. That how your habit of waking up late and grumbling was similar to their's, or how you came to him with more books to read together.

Satan didn't want hope, at first.

For the possibility of it being just a mere coincidence is there, and it would be cruel to have that ray of hope taken away.

But reincarnations were fate, and was the resemblance coincidence or on purpose?

So many questions, yet no answers.

But then you came to his room on the night his wrath was overflowing, and grabbed his clawed hands and wiped the tears from his eyes. You calmed the storm, just like they had done.

And finally, finally, did Satan accept that it was destiny that brought you together.

ASMODEUS

He's used to seeing glimpses of you in strangers.

That one had your eyes, the other your smile, one copied the way you laughed. He'd bed them, invite them to his room and try to forget his sorrow and pretend that those strangers were you—if only for a brief moment.

But then you come along, a striking being to them; their personality, looks, habits—it's almost eerie.

Hearing your voice, the demon doesn't know what to do.

Asmodeus wasn't quite ready to accept that the human exchange student was someone he had known.

He acted the same, but distanced himself—never growing too close, fearing that the ray of hope in his mind was not true. That it was a delusion made by his desperate mind.

Until that night when he was drunk.

Too much Demonus, and he was stumbling into the house with messy hair and slurred speech. Given his hazy mind, it was predictable that the demon would start bawling the moment he saw you.

He hugged, begged and cried into your arms—glad that you've come back and that he missed you. That it had been too long.

Asmodeus remembers everything from the previous night.

Reincarnation, same soul—different body—was it possible? That you've come back to him?

Hearing your laugh, Asmodeus knows the answer.

BEELZEBUB

His hands instinctively reached out to touch the exchange student as soon as they emerged. And who could blame him? You were a splitting image of them; with those eyes and that smile that he treasured.

But you weren't..them.

Beelzebub found himself trailing after you, finding himself munching on food in places he didn't bother to remember, but the one thing he remembers is that you were always there.

Your presence was comforting.

Like that time when you took his bed after eating his custard, or protecting him from Lucifer's wrath, despite knowing that the Morningstar's anger alone could kill you.

He felt protected again.

Beel swore he won't repeat his mistakes again—that he couldn't afford to lose anyone anymore—that he'll protect until his last breath.

You were patient with him, just like they had been. Gave him snacks hidden in your bag and held his hand when the pangs of his stomach became too painful to endure.

In those moments, he could have sworn.

But now, Beel swears it's you, after seeing the mark on your soul, another magic experiment by Solomon.

It's you.

BELPHEGOR

He's surely going mad.

Belphegor was sure he had died when the human exchange student came up the stairs. That was the plan all along; play the human like a fiddle and get his revenge. Ruin the program and watch Diavolo's reputation crumble. Murder the cause for Lilith's death.

But then you wander up to his door and all words die on his tongue.

Belphegor got dreams after—of their face and presence—and seeing you pained the demon.

He wanted to reach out to them; touch them, cry in their arms, hold their heart in his hands just like he did eons ago.

But you weren't them. You were just..similar to them in physical features. So what if your smile matched theirs? So what if your laughter was the same? It didn't matter that you had the same sense of humor and quirks. All that mattered was sabotaging the damned exchange programme.

These things were always too good to be true, right?

So when now another dream plagues his mind, it's of the same laugh and the same voice—except that it's your face.

And in that moment, the demon understands.

But then Belphegor wakes up and sees the door is open and you're standing there. And the next step was to strangle the human; mock their humanity and throw them down the stairs.

How can he kill you?

How, how, how, howhowhowhow

Belphegor falls to the floor in tears.

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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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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.

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What are the most toxic thing they will do in a relationship just to make you stay with them?

Versions: Demon brothers, Side characters

Warnings: Yandere themes, plagiarism, extreme paranoia, Mentions of violence, victim mentality, aphrodisiac, sleeping potions, love potions, obsessive love, starvation, public humiliation, kidnapping, stalking

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER is willing to ruin your life

He doesn't know how the two of you got into this point.

You two were just so happy before, getting treated as the perfect couple

You two were just fine, making coffee for each other, waking up with the other on their arms

He doesn't even realize he's suffocating you until he saw the tiredness in your eyes.

You're done with him...

He's not with you though.

He'll bury you in the ground and step on you.

He'll make sure that no one else but he remembers you and your deeds.

He'll ask you to do things and he will take credit for it.

Hell make you seem like a worthless pest in the eyes of the mortal world and the Devildom.

And if someone else tries to pull you up in life?

He'll make sure that the person that even attempts that will fall into a deeper hole than where you are.

He's the avatar of pride, the eldest brother, Diavolo's right hand man, what makes you think he can't and won't do this much just for you?

And if you finally realize that Lucifer is and will be the only one that can actually remember you

The only one that actually appreciates you

You will come running back to him

He'll then accept you with open arms and help you get back what he took from you

MAMMON will keep his eyes on you

And when I said eyes

I mean eyes

It doesn't have to be his

It can be his familiars or a few people he planted to keep in track of what you do, who you meet, what you eat and where you go

He'll make you know that he's where you are

He'll never leave your side

You'll never leave his eyes

You should have just been happy with him and told him he's being too much

That he should take it slow with his addiction and that you need some space

Not like this

Now look at you

Paranoid with no one to care and protect you

And if the people he bought isn't enough to scare you

He might just have them hurt people around you

And before you know it

You're totally lost with no one else except for the eyes he planted for you

No one else except for him

And you'll slowly walk back in attempt to surprise him that you're ready, that you want to start all over with him

Not knowing that it's all his did, it's all his plans

But you don't need to know that

All you need to do is be happy and only keep your eyes on him

Because if someone else tried to take your eyes away from him

They might just lost theirs.

LEVIATHAN will be the victim

He's pathetic he knows!

But he didn't know that he's so pathetic to the point where even you would get tired of him...

He was sorry he swear!

Just give him another chance and he'll change, just for you!

He's nothing without you!

...

He's nothing without you, and he knows it...

So does the whole Devildom though

Isn't it scary MC?

A person who got nothing to lose?

And suddenly the crying, begging Leviathan is now the center of everyones attention

The poor avatar of envy isn't as shy and happy as he used to be...

He used to be so giggly whenever a new anime is published and how he posts it on his Devilgram account with such a positive vibe

Now it's all so gloomy

He's so gloomy

And he makes sure everyone can feel it

Everyone can feel how pathetic and helpless he is

The great grand navy general who saved the lives of their family countless times and stopped any type of invasion from happening

Of course, how can they let their savior suffer because of just some human?!

He's bombarded with reassurance and people trying to hit up on him saying they'll provide better love and comfort

Now it's you

Your private messages are now filled with threats and negotiations from the citizens and from the demon brothers themselves

Saying they'll pay you

They'll find you

They'll give you additional priveleges

A house

Car

Millions

And even billions

Just get back and date Leviathan again

You made it clear that you've made up your mind and that you will not be getting back with him anytime soon

Huh... Really?

Then why are you at his doorstep just a few weeks later after that statement filled with bruise and looks so restless?

Oh... His fans threatened you?

They did that... That too?! Oh no...

Ah... Here it goes...

You're willing to get back with him?! Really?! He's so happy!

He knew it...

You love him...

And that the whole Devildom does too :)

SATAN will use potions if necessary

His knowledge can only be used by three person

The devildon

Himself

And you

He's knows for his vast knowledge on multiple topics

Whether it may be potions, spells or curses

So...

What made you think he won't use this vast knowledge to keep you..?

He already felt the signs that you're starting drift away from him

And so he prepared things in advance

Love potions, sleeping potions and even aphrodisiac

They're the highest of qualities as they're made by the one and only Satan

And so he'll want to test if they're fully functional

Though he'd love it if it he doesn't have to test it on you.

Not even a few days after you started to feel distant towards Satan he's already smelling a little too sweet

His prescense started to drive you crazy

And you feel like you'll die if you spend another second without him by your side

Maybe that feeling of wanting to break up with him is just because you're tired with your duties?

Gosh...

How can you ever break up with him when he's literally the only one that has your love~

ASMODEUS will use connections

HAHAHAHAHA

You? Decided to break up with him?

Haha...

No way...

He changed himself so much for you now!

The moment you uttered the words "Let's break up." He immediately dropped on his knees and begged for forgiveness for whatever he did that upset you.

This can't be happening now...

Just when he's starting to love this new life...

JUST WHEN HE HAD YOU?!

He'll be a total freak.

He's the only person you don't want as an Ex because he's hands down crazy

But not for you...

He remembered that you liked him looking pretty

You already want to break up with him

He can't risk looking ugly in front of you now...

Yeah... He let that occurance go but he knows that he'll get you back

So just you wait

He started to use his connections to spread some rumors about how the two of you are not talking anymore

And society done it's job on spreading it even further

It spread so wide to the point that even reporters kept on bugging HOL just to ask Asmo about these rumors

And then he confirmed it with a video on his account

He acted so pitifully in front of the camera with teary eyes and disheveled looks

But as soon as the camera shuts off he's grinning so much

MC should have just stayed with him and they could've lived a happily ever after without him doing these

Soon, you released another video as a response to Asmo's telling the viewers that breaking up with him is the healthiest option right now

Ha... You really thought Asmo will let this thing die down without getting you back?

No way.

He continued to talk to his close friends to stop selling any type of products to you and kick you out of any establishments that they owned

He even acted so nicely to his brothers to at least help him up a little bit

To at least pull some strings and help him win back his lover

And gosh was he the fastest to get you back

Because not even a full month and you're already starving!

Food? Barely has left because the establishments stopped letting you in them

Water? None

And this exactly goes as planned!

Now look at you...

In his arms, his arms wrapped around you as you both cry

You cry and complained to him about how unjust and mean this whole place is to you

And he cries because "How dare them do that to my Love..." as if it isn't a part of doing.

But that's a secret you don't ever need to know.

BEELZEBUB will make you feel guilt

You're so sorry

You just don't feel the same love you felt back then anymore...

And you don't want to hurt him even more by staying and keeping this one side relationship...

Uhm... It's okay MC, really!

It's not

It's not okay

And it will never be

You're his the moment he wanted you

The moment he started to crave for you

And you should have known it

You should've known better than this

But of course...

For this relationship to go back to the way it was before

He needs you to realize it yourself

So he said that it's ikay if that's what you really feel

But begged you to continue being friends with him

And of course you agree! That's what you're planning to do anyways

And you smiled at him

The same smile you used to give him when you two were together

Gosh... This will hurt him by doing this to you

But this is the only way

He loves you

And you have no choice but to love him too

So he started acting pitiful

He pulled a few connections and started a few trends so that couple events on the school are more popular

And due to high student demand

The council needs to follow it and create or establish a couple event as to the student body requests

Ah, he can't join... You know.

Ha... He really wants to join but how can he?

Don't they look so happy, MC? We used to look like that too!

And it just kept on going until you hot suck of it and people started to bug you

Why don't you just get back with Beel, don't he look pitiful?

I thought humans are better... Then how can MC leave Beel like that?

Fuck... They're starting to think humans are shitty because of you!

And so for the sake of this project and your sanity

You have no other choice but get back on him

Yay!

Thank you MC!

He knew this plan would work!

He knows you love him truly!

And now his embrace seems to be

Tighter.

BELPHEGOR will lock you up forever

Hah...

He can't help but sigh after you finally told him you wnat to break up

Of course he knew about this fact before you even realize it

How you're not as clingy as you were before and how you wanted some space

He just rolled his eyes and waved his hand out of dismissal "Do whatever you want."

You'll come back to him so anyways...

Whether you like it or not.

He gave you a few weeks as a head start

Expecting you to run away and at least put effort into not being seen by him ever again

Put effort into hiding

He thought you knew him better

He thought you knew that he's serious when he says he'll lock you up and keep you for himself if you ever decided to break up with him

I guess you didn't

Right after the week he came to Leviathan and asked him to trace your number

If you change your number he'll ask Asmodeus to look up what are the most famous SIM cards at the time

Then he'll go to Mammon and ask him to look at the recent sales of SIM cards

Then he'll go to Lucifer and ask him to give him the CCTV footages of every store that sales these SIM cards

Then go back to Levi and ask him to track your location down after her found out what number you have

He'll go to Satan after and ask him to plot a perfect kidnap plan that might just work on you

Finally, he'll go to Beelzebub and ask him to help in getting you and locking you up in his private island

He doesn't care if you don't want to

He loves you

And you loved him

But don't worry

He'll teach you how to again.

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