wait, does your cup have more than mine…..
Mc being so busy commanding the seven brothers that they forget that they can be commanded too.
Satan and Lucifer fight? You resolve it. Beel getting too hungry and destroying the castle? You resolve it. Mammon and Levi arguing over owed money? You resolve it. You run a tight ship and you’re the boss over those demons in every little way imaginable. Every demon and angel you have met has bowed to your command and let you have control and be the peacemaker.
So when you get too stressed and begin to yell, all seven brothers looking at you in astonishment, nobody knows what to do. Except for the one person you cannot tame.
You feel a hand grip the back of your neck. It’s strong but gentle and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. The person behind you leans in and demands… “Behave”
And suddenly you’re quiet. Docile. Solomons voice calming your mind without a single spell. He smiles at the group as you close your eyes from the embarrassment.
"We’ll be seeing you later, you can resolve this amongst yourselves. Me and MC have some business to attend to at Coctyus Hall…”
the greatest proposal in history actually
tw; mention of blood and death
MALLEUS DRACONIA curses himself for being weak. he’s always prided his strength as crown prince, but as you lay in his arms, weak and bloody, he resents himself.
“i’m sorry,” he murmurs into your palm, kissing the tips of your fingers as you cry. “i am so, so, sorry.”
you squeeze his hand, tears running down your cheeks as you intertwine your fingers together. “i’m scared, malleus.” you whisper, hands shaking.
malleus has never known pain this excruciating. it pulls him apart, tears his limbs, gnaws at his nerves.
“wait for me.” he pleads, bowing his head into your arms. “i beg of you.”
you smile. “i’ll always wait for you, malleus.”
you’re still smiling when you pass. it’s only hours later does lilia finally pull malleus from your body, eyes red and face gaunt as he whispers his final farewell.
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u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence