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

OBEY ME! MORNING PREPARATION Part 1

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

Art by Meet

❖ Golden Hour ❖

He, the damned that blessed by the Heaven. She, the blessing that loved by the fallen, the light that once beaming his soul.

Art by @Mygeshabeen

Animation ©Rikkimori

Song "Golden Hour" JVKE

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.

Who’s [MC]?

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

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

WHO’S [MC]? 

Chapter 1 : Curiosity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seriously though just why wou–”

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

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

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

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

“Fair point.”

Your attention turned to Diavolo who cleared his throat.

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

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

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

“How are you so sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Barbatos nodded. “Harmless and alive.”

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s their replacement, right?”

“I hope she’s as good as them..”

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

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

That human can slap Satan’s head? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The mention of foreign name got Yuki’s attention.

“[MC]…?”

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

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

You could see the uncomfortableness in Yuki’s face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Exclusive Mc Privileges

Lucifer

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

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

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

Telling him how attractive he is when he’s mad

Helping him grooms his wings

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

Borrowing his pens

Helping yourself to his record collection

Staying out late

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

Mammon

Being his passenger princess

Treating him like a princess whenever he feels inadequate

Borrowing his sunglasses at any time

Keeping him company when Lucifer hangs him upside down

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

Driving his car

Using his money

Calling him you first and cutest demon

Dressing in matching outfits even if they are bright pink

Levi

Joining him to any and all conventions

Making cosplays with him

Borrowing anything from his manga collection

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

Polishing his scales for him before parties!

Feeding him while he’s gaming

Letting you play any game you want on game nights together

Doing his makeup whenever you feel like it

Caring for Henry

Satan

Organizing his books

Sharing his tea collection with him

Baking cookies together from his favorite book series

Going to exclusive events as his partner

Using his influence to get you whatever you want

Spending late night reading time with him

Going on morning walks with him

Scrubbing his hair in the shower <3

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

Asmo

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

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

Borrowing anything you want in his closet

Using his Devilgram

Matching jewelry!

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

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

Him cooking cute recipes he found online for you

Being his personal model for new looks

Beel

Cooking for and with him

Stopping him from eating the ingredients while cooking

Picking out his change of clothes after the gym

Going on dates to new restaurants

Stealing his shirts to fashion into outfits or lounging around in

Piggy back rides!

Flexing his arms for you so you can touch them

Admiring his wings

Teaching you everything he knows about various Devildom dishes

Belphie

Sleepy kisses :)

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

Pillow shopping together

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

Sneaking off together at parties

Karaoke together since he knows how much you love his voice

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

Surprising you at RAD with random gifts of flowers

Making cupcakes together and ending in a flour war

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

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.

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

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,054

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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.

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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.